As one: "…"

Like a simple saying: "You have a rest sooner."

After saying that, he brushed his sleeves hard, and the hanging cuffs blocked his clenched fist.

After seeing Ruyi off, Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu returned to their room.

Luo Fuchun saw that Sang Luojiu was in a bad mood and putting water on the bed. His eyes were shining, and his mood became better without consciously: "Why are you laughing at?"

Sang Luojiu: "Because I encountered something interesting."

Luo Fuchun sat down on the edge of the bed, full of curiosity: "What interesting things can I tell you to my senior brother?"

Sang Luojiu said gently: "In life, you always need to find some pleasant things to do. The happiness in this way can only be understood, not expressed in words."

As he said that, he knelt on the quilt, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he gently pressed one hand between Luo Fuchun's slightly separated knees: "...For example, if you are with your senior brother, Luo Jiu will always feel happy."

If it were in the past, Luo Fuchun would definitely not have thought about this simple sentence, and just smiled it.

However, Sang Luojiu's high remarks about Fengling's brothers are still in his ears...

Luo Fuchun's heart suddenly became confused for a moment. When he looked at his junior brother again, he suddenly became less calm.

To cover up his embarrassment, he patted Sang Luojiu's shoulder vigorously and smiled reluctantly: "This is...of course, you and I are brothers, and we should always be happy when we stay together."

Sang Luojiu knelt in front of him and smiled slightly: "Yes. Can Luojiu go take a shower first?"

Luo Fuchun: "Ah...well. Go and go."

After Sang Luojiu knelt in front of him and unbuttoned the neckline on it, Luo Fuchun realized that something seemed wrong in this situation. He suddenly bounced up and hit the carved frame of the bed, and immediately curled up in pain.

Sang Luojiu rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Why is the reaction of senior brother so great? We have a bed and sleeping together, and it's not a day or two. The senior brother reacted like this and was scared Luojiu for a long time."

Hearing this, Luo Fuchun felt guilty. While inhaling in pain, he comforted the frightened junior brother and said that he had nothing to do.

After Sang Luojiu turned into the screen with an inexplicable smile, Luo Fuchun fanned his face with his hands, wondering if he should find a Taoist partner.

On the other side, Haijing and Ruyi moved into the same room.

In a place where no one was around, Ruyi finally changed back to a snow-white cassock, with her thick black hair disbanded, sat upright on the couch, and lowered her head to read the book.

Hai Jing looked at him and felt strange.

His junior uncle is considered an alien in Hanshan Temple.

He ordained himself a monk but did not burn the precepts; he followed many precepts, but only broke the precepts of killing; he could be outstanding, but he was always just a lay Buddhist.

The so-called lay Buddhists are those who practice at home. They do not have to be ordained. They only need to observe the Three Refuges and Five Precepts, and even the worldly relationship does not need to be completely cut off.

Before leaving this trip, because Ruyi was cold and difficult to get along with him, Hai Jing only dared to respect Ruyi silently in the distance, and was not familiar with this junior uncle.

Now that he has been with him a lot and seen more, Hai Jing has realized that he has not yet settled his relationship and still has concerns.

So, why did he stay in Hanshan Temple and practice hard?

Isn’t this self-defeating?

Hai Jing has always been unable to hold back his words, so he asked if he had any questions.

"It's not because I suffer." Ru Yiyi turned a page of the book and replied, "At that time, I was at the intersection of the street, waiting for someone to return. An old monk from Hanshan Temple passed by and thought I was lost, so he gave me a bite of porridge and rice. I asked him, why did he repay me?"

Like a scene of the past appears before you.

The old monk with a long hair and a chicken skin said many words that he would not ask for favor, but he still wanted to repay his kindness in the world.

The old monk did not forcefully stop him from asking others to repay his kindness. He just invited him to have a cup of rice from begging for alms. How should he pay it back?

He was not very proficient in words, so he touched You Hongchen's forehead in embarrassment and said dryly: "Make good relationships and be kind to others."

You Hongchen: "Well. I wrote it down. But this is done for the world. What can I do for you alone?"

"For the old monk?"

The old monk laughed.

His Buddha nature is rather dull and he can't tell the great truth of "I am one of the worlds". He just felt that the child was really stubborn, so he simply said to him about his recent troubles: "Old monk, I only wish everything in Hanshan Temple is safe and smooth. Recently, there are quite a lot of thieves around Hanshan Temple. There are often people who climb over the wall and sneak into the canteen, steal rice and bowls, and sometimes even eat and take it, and even take it away, causing the lamp oil in front of the Buddha to turn off several times. Although the Buddha wants to save the world, it is not good to let the monk not have enough food."

...

After recalling, I turned to another page of the book: "I promised him at that time that there would be no thieves in Hanshan Temple from then on."

Hai Jing was stunned for a moment and asked hesitantly: "...Which elder is the monk in the temple?"

Ru Yi said: "He was the one who was guarding the Hanshan Temple's property warehouse and was responsible for purchasing the Buddha's front lamp oil. His Dharma name was Jingkuan. You have never seen him. The second year I came to the temple, he died of illness."

Haijing didn't expect that it would take care of Hanshan Temple for ten years because of the grace of a mere meal.

He said sincerely: "My uncle is a person who is the best, keeps his promises."

Ruyi repeated it again with self-deprecating words: "…the best man."

The person he wanted to repay the kindness the most did not want any reward for him.

Besides, he still couldn't figure out who he was going to repay.

Haijing leaned closer: "...Uncle Master."

Ruyi walked out of her emotions and asked, "What else do you want to ask?"

Hai Jing kindly reminded: "The book is wrong."

As one: "…"

He was about to put the book as if nothing had happened, but suddenly he heard a voice not far outside the window: "Senior brother, come and see."

...It's him again.

What mysterious thing is Feng Rugu doing? He is in a good condition, so he refuses to rest in bed?

Like holding the book tightly, stand up and observe the scenery outside in front of the oyster shell window.

Two monks and Taoists live next to each other, each with a small arched pavilion. At night, you can enjoy wine and enjoy it here, and a bottle of wine will be poured on the moon in the river. How happy it is.

At this time, Feng Rugu was lying on the railings of his room, talking loudly: "I just said that this place is the best. There is a large lake directly opposite, and it will be lively at night."

Chang Boning: "I'm afraid that the pipa will disturb you from sleeping at night? Your injuries are just better."

Feng Rugu waved his hand: "I like the human voice and color the most. With these, I don't worry about any injuries."

When Chang Boning heard this, he thought about the fact that he had been sitting in the mountains for so many years, he felt guilty towards him, touched his back, and said, "Okay, just be happy as usual. Tonight, my senior brother will make some snacks for you, and I will accompany you until what time you make a fuss."

Feng Rugu cheered and threw himself into Chang Boning's arms.

Chang Boning was very satisfied, hugged his waist and whispered, "It's lighter again, right?"

Chang Boning was originally a young master of Shangshu, and he was not touched by the cross. It was not until his junior brother came to Fengling that he had a bad appetite and lay on the bed and acted coquettishly and refused to get up. He touched the kitchen for the first time.

The only human spirit on him was brought to him by Feng Rugu.

Feng Rugu hugged Chang Boning's neck, thinking that the next door should be able to hear the movement here.

His little Hongchen is the most serious person. He doesn't like to talk to him, he doesn't like to talk to him, he doesn't like to meet him, he doesn't like to be frivolous, he doesn't like to be corrupt, he doesn't like to act coquettishly, he doesn't like to be too close to his precious adoptive father.

Especially this last point, he had no relatives, no teachers or friends, and had only one adoptive father in his life. In the journey of family affection, he inevitably had the desire to possess himself.

Isn’t it because of this that he hates himself so much that he has never met?

On this day, he touched the taboos all over. I believe that if he continues to do this, his little thoughts that should not have should soon disappear.

Ruyi next door was indeed as he expected, so angry that he didn't even go to have supper.

He went for a walk by the lake. In order to avoid being seen, he deliberately removed the monk's robe, changed into casual clothes, and wore a veil to cover his face.

If he was sitting under the same roof with Feng Rugu, he would probably be angry to death by this person.

Meihua Town is not big, with many bridges and many waters. People in the town love elegance. They often play the piano and zither, play the moon and sing the wind. In the middle of the night, there are many decent sounds echoing in the middle of the river and lake, including Chu tune, harmony songs, sad sounds, and elegant music, which is indeed lively.

There were ghosts in the town for a long time, but they only killed newlyweds. The young men and women were not very afraid, as if they were a doomsday carnival, and they were looking for fun outside more and more frequently to relieve worries and relieve fatigue.

Music by the lake is endless.

Everything about Yi was taught by his own father himself, and the same is true for the music. After hearing it a few times, he roughly determined which one is better and which one is worse, and it is inevitable that he will become itchy.

Under the influence of his adoptive father, he was also a music lover. Unfortunately, he practiced in the Buddhist temple with a bitter and silent life, so he could not use the elegant musical instruments such as the qin. He made a purple bamboo flute and chatted for himself in his spare time.

Now that he is free, he simply sits by the lake and plays it casually among the many musical music.

He was just a pleasure. At first, he only played intermittent idle sounds and couldn't tell what his mood was. Later, he gradually broke the song into a piece, but he just blew it in a nonsense, not any existing music song, but just blew it to him.

However, unexpectedly, an ethereal piano sound floated across the water from afar and approached his rhythm.

At first, if I thought it was a coincidence, I would continue to brag about it.

He imagined himself wandering among the lotus leaves that reached the sky.

Who would have thought that the sound of the guzheng easily realized his meaning, and following him, the more he saw the colder he saw, it was like seeing the green lotus, and it was difficult to sail.

If you think about the sound of pine in your heart, then you can play the charm of pine waves.

Like a bright moon blowing in one mouth, the person can pop up colorful clouds covering the sky.

Gradually, it was like a pop of my melancholy thoughts, and all kinds of hesitation and difficulties lingered in my heart, making him confused and carefree.

The other party easily understood the meaning of such complex intentions. The music sounds are sparse and the sound of flowing water is to indicate that time is like water. It is better to have fun in time and do what you are thinking. Don’t hesitate and delay time.
To be continued...