"Your Majesty the Queen, this poor monk has pledged himself to Buddhism and made a promise with the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. I hope Her Majesty the Queen will let this poor monk go to the west... If there is a fate in the next life..." Yue Wen said, looking at his eyes
The moving Wang Feng was in front of her, but her footsteps moved involuntarily with Wang Feng.
If there is fate in the next life, if there really is a daughter's kingdom in this world, and there is really a daughter's kingdom's king, then Yue Wen believes that at that moment, the attained monk's heart was really moved, and this level is probably the saddest one in Journey to the West.
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Wang Feng's eyes exuded a blazing light, shining directly into Yue Wen's heart, leaving him with nowhere to hide and his internal organs boiling, "I only want this life, not the next. We are destined for this life."
Yue Wen moved to the big white bed without knowing it. Wang Feng's eyes were as tender as water, and she gently leaned her head on his shoulder, "Brother... just promise me."
With gentle words and tenderness, she gently grabbed Yue Wen's hand and slowly placed it on her chest.
Intoxicated, as intoxicated as the wind, only the fragrance on the lips and the charming eyes, sinking, never-ending...
"Dong - dong dong -"
The midnight bell of Lingyin Temple on a spring night was long and melodious, emphasizing the tranquility and desolation of the mountain village on a spring night. However, the sound of the bell was like an enlightenment, making Yue Wen's mind suddenly clear.
Yue Wen sat up immediately, breathing heavily, but Wang Feng slowly hugged him from behind like ivy, her hot body pressed against his back, her red lips blew hot breath by his ear, he couldn't help but
The ground trembled again.
"Buzz buzz-"
The cell phone on the table vibrated, and Yue Wen bravely pushed Wang Feng away. He was afraid it was a call from Liao Xiangting or Cai Yongjin. For secretaries, cell phones are their weapons.
Behind him, the alluring snow-white body pressed up against him again, looking greedily for his lips regardless of it...
The cell phone kept ringing for a long time and never stopped.
Yue Wen pushed Wang Feng away once again, and picked up the mobile phone that Wang Feng had thrown aside from the corner of the big bed, the word "wife" flashed on the screen.
Seeing these two words, he suddenly felt the heat in his body dissipate.
"Meeting?" Subconsciously, he answered the phone, and immediately, Ge Huixian's low voice came over.
"No." Yue Wen wiped his sweat, looked greedily at Wang Feng on the bed, turned around and walked out quickly, with only Wang Feng's scolding sound coming from behind.
"How come I heard a woman's voice?" Priscilla Ge's voice was very hesitant.
"It's the waiter." Yue Wenqiang said with a smile, and the cool water drops splashed on his face, which was very refreshing and made him more awake.
"Our neighborhood is going to Huangshan the day after tomorrow. Isn't Secretary Liao on a business trip? Tomorrow...will you come over?"
"In the past." Yue Wen said without hesitation.
"Then, I'll wait for you at home."
This has almost become a tacit secret code for the pair of Queqiao men and women. Yue Wen felt warm in his heart. Home, Qinwan is my home, and there is my lover, the lover who is about to get married...
Fayun Shuman in the drizzle was very peaceful, as if she had already fallen asleep.
There was no moon in the sky, the entire hotel was shrouded in rain and fog, the lights were dim, the surrounding mountains were beginning to fall asleep, and not a trace of the noisy noise of the city could be heard.
Yue Wen wandered aimlessly in the hotel until he slowly opened the wooden door again. In the soft light, Wang Feng had already fallen asleep.
He walked gently to the big bed and lay down quietly.
When I walked out, my blood was surging, but when I came back, I had gone through a lot of twists and turns.
Wang Feng turned over slightly so that Yue Wen could not see him. Wang Feng on the other side opened his eyes and was looking dreamily at the boundless night and the dotted lights outside the window.
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It was still dark, but the sound of rain pattering outside the window kept beating in my heart.
In the hazy morning light, the figures of the two people appeared in the misty rain. The mist, pavilions, bridges, temples, trees and people looked like a light gray mist and rain picture, with a unique sentiment.
In the green tea garden, the petite girl bent down to pick tea and put the tea leaves in the bag on her chest. Looking at the picture of picking tea in the rain, Yue Wen suddenly thought of the kind of tea that passed through the mouth of a virgin, but looking at Wang Feng's pious
He immediately put aside his evil thoughts. The Diamond Sutra only talks about three words, "kind and protective thoughts".
The devout meditators lined up solemnly in front of the Main Hall, and Wang Feng also joined them. However, Yue Wen looked at Wang Feng in the crowd like a spectator.
Chanting chants, walking incense...every move is very pious and solemn.
He slowly came out of the Main Hall, and it was already dark.
He just wandered around the temple until he came to an unknown big tree with a thick trunk and a canopy that blocked the sky and the sun.
Through the treetops, bits of drizzle fell on his body. Yue Wen looked at the misty rain in the distance without any thought. He seemed to have melted into nature, and the surroundings were empty, with only the bells of the temple and the Buddha remaining.
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"We won't be eating here anymore. Let's go to the vegetarian restaurant in the hotel." At some point, Wang Feng stood beside him again, but his fair face was clearer in his eyes. Thinking of the beautiful scenery last night, Yue Wen's heart moved again.
, Alas, I am a commoner after all, and I cannot escape the word "food and sex".
Lingyin Temple can be said to be connected to the hotel. Neither of them spoke along the way. As they slowly walked back to the hotel, Yue Wen discovered that the former passionate Wang Feng, the innocent and straightforward Wang Feng, had changed.
The silence was broken by a group of photographers in the hotel. The crowd was huge and the models were dressed in avant-garde outfits. The two of them subconsciously avoided it.
Later, Yue Wen learned that it turned out to be a Chinese-style blockbuster in VOUGE's May issue, but what he didn't know was that the cause and effect came inadvertently like this. This May issue had an impact on his life.
Lingyin Zhai Restaurant is located in Shuman Fayun Hotel. The low-key wooden tables and chairs exude light fragrance. The Phalaenopsis on the table is as white as fat under the dim light. The surrounding air is filled with Zen.
Seclusion and self-cultivation are always inseparable from vegetarian food, but who can make vegetarian food so luxurious? Simplicity piled up becomes luxury, and the extreme luxury becomes simplicity. This is the cycle of life again and again.
The dishes are served one after another, all with elegant names, and according to Wang Feng, each dish has a Buddhist meaning.
Seeing Wang Feng looking at him with a smile, Yue Wen also tried hard to create a relaxed atmosphere.
"I really didn't realize that you are still a vegetarian? You said that these dishes have meanings. What did you realize?"
Wang Feng smiled and said, "That depends on one's personal practice."
Looking at the cold dish in front of me, surrounded by Buddhist embroidery and butterflies, four kinds of food are arranged in the shape of a butterfly.
"What does this dish represent?" Wang Feng didn't seem to be embarrassed or embarrassed by Yue Wen's evasion last night, but was still very interested.
"The four kinds of food are nothing more than the four flavors of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. This is life," Yue Wenpi said with a smile, "When you have tasted all these four flavors, just like a butterfly, it is time to transform into a butterfly and become an immortal."