Later, Zen Master Yizhi left, and the handkerchief stayed with Fang Zheng. Normally, he would not take it out. Just now, for some unknown reason, he handed the handkerchief over to him by some strange coincidence.
However, Fang Zheng didn't think much about it, but smiled and said: "There is no way, the poor monk is too poor and can't afford a pack of tissues costing one or two yuan."
Qingjing Sanren just thought that Fang Zheng was telling a joke, pursed his lips and smiled, rolled his eyes at Fang Zheng, took a deep breath and said: "Okay, the ceremony is over, should the mage rest? Or should we chat for a while?"
Fangzheng looked up at the sky, sleeping? He was indeed a little sleepy, but he liked the feeling of chatting with others, such as the long night conversation with Master Yimiao, or the discussion with Qingjing Sanren under the tree during the day. That feeling
It's more comfortable than eating a big meal. It's as if the body and mind are liberated. The old otaku who has been dormant for a hundred thousand years has met a close friend, and all the chat boxes are opened! The point is, if you say it out, there will be responses and debates...
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Thinking of the refreshing feeling, Fang Zheng immediately nodded and said: "It's been a long night and I can't sleep. Let's talk some more. The poor monk is still very interested in Taoist things. If the real person doesn't dislike it, he might as well talk to the poor monk more.
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Qingjing Sanren nodded with a smile and said, "Well, Pindao will go take a bath and change clothes first, and will accompany the Master later."
Fang Zheng nodded.
Qingjing Sanren said goodbye and left. About half an hour later, Qingjing Sanren came back again. Sure enough, this time she was wearing a blue robe, and her whole temperament had changed slightly. She exuded a fresh and natural atmosphere.
He started out with light steps, as if riding the wind, full of fairy spirit.
Seeing such a Qingjing Sanren, Fang Zheng's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he looked at the Qingjing Sanren carefully. After changing from the thick, solemn purple robe to this green robe with a pure aura,
, she seems to be in her teens or 20s.
For a moment, Fang Zheng was a little confused, and thought to himself: "How old is this woman? How come she is like a big sister when she matures, but she is younger than me when she is young? How strange and strange!"
In the end, Fang Zheng gave an explanation. It was clothes and temperament that made a person depend on his clothes and his horse depended on his saddle. However, it was not a problem for Fang Zheng how old the Qing Jing San people were, and he did not care about it.
Qingjing Sanren took Fang Zheng to the big banyan tree again and sat at the rugged Eight Immortals table. The two of them exchanged cups and sipped tea, chatting about Buddhism through the ages, the bright moon in the sky, the path to immortality, and Buddhism.
Tao, the more we talk, the more interesting we become...
The lone wolf was lying on the side, yawning, and finally fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he seemed to see Fang Zheng flying up with Buddha light all over his body, and with a wave of his hand, countless exquisite pastries were sprinkled down for him to eat.
Enough... I laughed happily in my sleep.
The full moon in the sky slowly crossed the sky and fell towards the horizon, indicating that the last full moon night of the year had passed.
Following the chirping of insects and birds, Fang Zheng and Qingjing Sanren were stunned at the same time. They looked up at the sky. Before they knew it, the stars were about to recede and the sun was about to rise. The night passed like this.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the incredible look in each other's eyes, as well as the unfinished contentment. At this time, Qingjing Sanren stood up and said: "Since it's almost dawn, why not move to the top of the mountain to see the purple air coming from the east and the sunrise?"
How about the East?”
Fang Zheng has seen the sunrise once and experienced its beauty. Before, he was a little worried that he would not have the chance to see it a second time. Now that Qingjing Sanren said this, Fang Zheng became interested and nodded: "Master, lead the way."
Qingjing Sanren walked up the mountain with a smile. Fang Zheng glanced at the lone wolf. It stands to reason that although this guy is very sleepy, he is still very alert and will wake up immediately if there is any trouble. But this time, this guy didn't wake up.
Come here and sleep soundly.
Fang Zheng pulled it twice, but the lone wolf was still fast asleep. At most, he turned over with his belly facing up, opened his mouth slightly, and flicked his tongue out from the inside, smearing it on his face, looking like he was having a sweet dream.
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When Fang Zheng saw this, he didn't bother to call him and went directly to the mountain with Qingjing Sanren.
As soon as the two left, the lone wolf turned over and climbed up, and said: "I don't want to be a light bulb. You two only have each other. What difference does it make if I go or not? I'll be ignored completely! I have this time."
Might as well save some energy, my stomach is almost starving... ugh."
This mountain is not high. In fact, there are no towering mountains nearby. After Qingjing Sanren took Fang Zheng through the bamboo road, there was a muddy dirt road. Fortunately, it didn't rain, so he fell down when he stepped on it.
It’s not too difficult to walk.
When he came to the top of the mountain again, Fang Zheng was filled with emotion. Before, he was bringing a wolf, but now he was bringing a woman with outstanding grace and extraordinary temperament. This feeling was really different. When he was taking the lone wolf, he just felt
The top of the mountain was bare and there wasn't much to see, but at this moment, Fang Zheng was in a particularly good mood, and even had a certain kind of pride, which was a kind of pride that only men understand.
However, this thought was fleeting. As Dongfang Yubai opened her eyes, a ray of red light shot out, like a draping on Qingjing Sanren's body, giving her a bit more divine beauty out of thin air.
At this moment, Fang Zheng suddenly realized that the scenery on the top of the mountain was not bad.
At the same time, Qingjing Sanren also glanced at Fang Zheng. At that moment, there was a special look in his eyebrows, because the red light on the monk in front of him dissipated, and what was left was a golden glow. Wherever he stood, seriously
It was like a Buddha came into the world, solemn and solemn yet filled with compassion for all sentient beings. In a daze, Pure Sanren could not tell whether Fang Zheng was a human or a Buddha.
Neither of them said a word, they just stood side by side on the top of the mountain, raising their heads slightly, looking at the distance jumping out of the horizon, the increasingly hot sun, blowing the morning wind, and enjoying the unique tranquility of the morning.
When the sun completely jumped out, the two looked at each other, then smiled knowingly, turned around and went down the mountain.
After coming down the mountain, Lone Wolf had long been impatient. Looking at the various snacks on the altar table, the meaning couldn't be clearer: Look, the gods don't eat all the food left, how about I help you eat it?
Qingjing Sanren also saw Lone Wolf's intention, pursed his lips and smiled and said: "No wonder the Master accepted this wolf as his disciple, he is very spiritual. If you are hungry, you can eat these things. However, I have to pack them away.
That’s all.”
When the lone wolf heard this, he immediately burst into laughter and ran all over the yard. He almost ran over to rub each other to show his intimacy. But he knew that if he did this, more starving people would be waiting for him behind.