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So, everyone entered the temple.

The carriage and a dozen horses went around the back of the temple and pulled the specially-built stable in the temple.

As soon as I entered the temple, a faint candle scent ran through my ears, and I heard the sound of chanting in my ears.

Although this Guang'an Temple is not worth the large temples, it has no splendid decoration, nor is it magnificent, it is some ordinary wooden objects, and the layout of the temple is not enough atmosphere, but the usual simple rules, enter from the mountain gate, then It is the main hall, commonly known as the King's Hall. Passing through the promenades on both sides of the King's Hall, it will go to the Reclining Buddha Hall and the Daxiong Hall, and then pass around. There are many zen rooms in the backyard. There are many rooms in the backyard. Room, Zhengdong is a Buddhist temple and some monks' meditation rooms, and Zhengnan is dedicated to entertain those who live temporarily in the temple.

The young monk placed them in Zhengnan, and some monks prepared some vegetarian dishes for consumption.

It was very thoughtful.

After a while, the abbot came, and everyone talked.

The abbot was an extremely cute old guy. He even felt that Jing Rong was in a relationship with the Buddhism, so he just dragged him to the Fa Tang, saying that he wanted to tell him the true meaning of the Buddha. , I couldn't refuse it, so I had to go.

In silence!

At this time, Mo Ruo was sitting on the promenade next to the Zen room. He didn't know where to get a bamboo in his hand and was cutting it with a knife.

Tang Si came over and sat down on the bench opposite him.

"Where did this bamboo come from?"

"The temple is everywhere."

"Then what do you cut?"

"Kill time."

Tang Si didn't know, he moved forward, "Are you bored?"

Mo Ruo took a break, looked at her, and lifted up the things in his hand. He asked, "This is a temple, you can't open it, you can't drink wine, do you say I am bored?"

Ha ha.

It's quite boring.

So, he began to cut the bamboo again, and the end of the bamboo was sharpened by him.

Like a needle.

Tang Si bulged her mouth and looked up at the downpour in front of her. The rain was illuminated by the surrounding lights, and the stars were shattered. The hair was soft and beautiful, and she looked fascinated, and the corners of her mouth could not help but bloom. Come out with a smile.

It so happened that Mo Ruo saw it.

At that moment, he felt as if a light radiated from the woman's body, attracting him to look away.

My heart slammed a few times!

But worried about being discovered, he quickly returned his gaze and continued to concentrate on cutting bamboo in his hands.

After Tang Si watched the little rain, he turned to him and asked, "Is the capital big?"

"Big."

"Prosperous?"

"bustling."

"Is there a wolf?"

"Yes, many."

"So what is your Yuhua Pavilion?"

"Just a loft."

puff--

Tang Si bit her lip and continued to ask, "Will you marry me when it's in Beijing?"

puff--

Mo Ruo stiffened his body, and the question came too suddenly. He could not help sighing in his heart. The Hou Liao woman was really heroic.

"You said, marry or not?"

Moruo simply didn't answer, turned around and continued to cut the bamboo with his back to the woman.

But Tang Si never stopped, and kept asking in his ear, "Do you marry me?"

Ask over and over again!

At last--

It was impossible to grind, Mo Ruo was forced to spit out a sentence, "Marry, I marry, after marrying back to give you confession is not enough?"

Tang Simei smiled, took his arm very excitedly, put his head on his shoulder, hugged and refused to let go.

The goblin really grinds.

But it is also like a piece of brown sugar, destined to be entangled in this life.

This scene happened to be seen by Ji Yunshu who was standing outside the door. She smiled and knew in her heart that the two enemies would be together sooner or later.

She envyed Tang Si in her heart, envied her freedom, carefree, generous love, and generously said that her temperament is magnificent and hearty. Although such a woman is aggressive, her mouth is not forgiving. It’s not perfect, but it’s what makes her valuable.

At this time, there was a gust of wind. She hit a chill and was about to enter the house, but accidentally glimpsed a pigeon.

The pigeon fell from the rain and just sat on the side of the promenade, flapping its wet wings a few times, throwing away many fine pieces of rain.

Under such heavy rain, it is not uncommon for a pigeon to land here to avoid rain.

but--

Ji Yunshu was attracted by a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg.

The sentence that came out of my mind was "The Flying Pigeon Biography."

Is it a letter to Jing Rong in the capital?

She was about to go, but the pigeon fluttered its wings and flew in the direction of Nianfotang. She chased down the corridor, but when she arrived at Nianfotang, the pigeon disappeared, and only saw a monk standing in the doorway with her body , Turning her back to her side, you can't see it.

Strangely, the monks were shaved, but the monk had hair under his hat.

She didn't think much, and was going to ask him if he saw a pigeon, but the old monk turned and entered the Buddhist temple, limping on the road, and looked a bit struggling. Seeing that, Ji Yunshu also entered Read the Buddha Hall.

Inside, a dozen monks meditating.

The old monk just came to the front position and sat down, never turned around.

"The donor?" A monk came and asked, "But chanting?"

She should not refuse!

The young monk brought her a futon, and she had to sit down here, but her eyes had not left the old monk in front.

Probably after the incense stick, I saw that the old monk slowly turned sideways, and it was about to turn around.

Just by--

Jing Rong suddenly appeared next to her, dispelling her originally tight eyesight, moving away from the old monk's body and looking at the man beside her.

"How did you come?"

Jing Rong replied, "It should be the king who asks you."

Both voices are very soft.

"because……"

She looked in the direction of the old monk before, but—

The monk was gone!

"Just alive." whispered softly.

Jing Rong pulled her out and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I saw a pigeon."

"Weird?"

"A small bamboo tube is tied to the pigeon's leg."

"Letters?" Jing Rong questioned.

She nodded and shook her head again, "I'm not sure, so I chased the pigeon here. I clearly saw it falling here, but when I came over, there was no shadow. I only saw an old monk, and I can't say it was a monk. Because I saw that his hair was not shaved."

Jing Rong understood what she meant, "You suspect that the letter on the pigeon was sent to the king, but was hidden by the monk?"

"Not sure."

Jing Rong smiled and said firmly, "You can rest assured that the letter was not sent to Ben Wang."

"Why?"