Si Kong said: "I understand, do you still remember when you brought me to Woyun Pavilion?"

"Of course I remember!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Si Bai's lips, and his mind seemed to have returned to the past.

He sighed: "My eyes were covered at that time, but I could smell the fragrance of fir trees in the snow. You reached out and held my hand, leading me through the stone steps. From time to time, you would look back and remind me to be careful where I step. That's right.

During the snowy season, I met that monk for the first time."

The little monk realized that he recalled that time, sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a cup of tea in his hands, taking a sip of the steaming fragrant tea, and narrowed his eyes, revealing a crescent moon shape, as if he was remembering what happened back then.

The noisy Xuan Feng simply squatted on his bald head and took a nap.

Sikong smiled again and said: "My eyes were blind at that time, but now I can see. Everything seems to be starting over again. I walked through the familiar stone steps and pushed open the familiar wooden door over and over again. Looking forward to it.

I hope that one day, that monk with a naughty smile and a handsome face will be able to stick out the door again and take a look at me. I think this life is enough."

The young monk realized and said: "Amitabha, my senior brother Wuchen, I think he will come back at some time, maybe when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, or on that snowy winter day, who can say about the things in the world?

Are you sure? The abbot often says that whatever you think in your heart and feel in the spirit, your wish will definitely come true one day. Mr. Sikong, as long as you sincerely pray, the Buddha will definitely be able to hear your voice and your wish will definitely come true."

Si Kong looked at the white lotus floating in the water and sighed in his heart, Wuchen! I don't believe in Buddha, but you are the Buddha in my heart. And what I am thinking of is not Buddha, but you.

Wuchen, when will you wake up? Can we meet again in this life?

Seeing that it had stopped snowing outside, he realized: "Master Sikong, it's time for me to go back. If you need anything else here, just tell me."

Si Kong nodded, looked at Sui Su walking in the snow, and suddenly said: "Little monk."

"Oh?" Zhuowu turned around and looked at him.

His smile was warm, still like a warm sun in winter, and he said: "Have you grown taller?"

Zhiwu laughed and said: "The abbot said the same thing. It seems that I have really grown taller!"

Si Kong nodded, smiled slightly, and watched Wu come out of the wooden door.

The white-haired parrot was still unaware and was still sleeping soundly on the young monk's bald head. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, and it spread its wings in panic and flew up.

He was so frightened that he lost a few feathers and said tremblingly: "Xuanfeng is so cold! Xuanfeng is so cold!"

The ghost screamed and flew back to the yard, then flew into the room, got into the bed and refused to come out.

Sikong smiled, and his eyes fell on the lotus floating in the water tank.

He walked over slowly, watching a few flakes of flying snow falling, but melting away from the white lotus. He couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and gently brushed the white lotus with his slender fingers.

He sighed with emotion: "Monk, the snow seems to have come very early this year... The snow scene in Lannuo Temple is extremely beautiful. I listen to the evening drums and morning bells every day, and I feel like I am about to become a monk! Hahaha!"

The white lotus emitted colorful light, seeming to be responding to it. Although Wuchen could not speak, Si Kong always felt that Monk Wuchen could hear his words.

Unable to help but feel moved in my heart, with tears in my eyes, I slowly walked back into the house, and then played the piano

Song to express feelings.

Through the window, he looked at the white lotus floating on the water tank, and seemed to see the monk in white robes again.

He stood tall and straight in the wind and snow, wearing a string of white glazed Buddhist beads on his chest, looking up at the flying snow in the sky. His white clothes were fluttering in the wind, and when he looked back, he was so magnificent.

He thought again of the road Wuchen had walked with him, the mountains full of wild flowers, the bitter cold grasslands, the blue sea, the majestic and steep mountains, and the purple and dreamy Land of Forgetfulness...

"Boom——"

Everything ends with the sound of an ancient temple bell.

He looked up and saw a blue bird flying in the sky, it was the blue Luan of Sikong Lingzhu.

Sikong Lingzhu's black gauze was draped behind her head, her black skirt was lifted up, and she jumped down. Her feet landed on the snow, as if they were floating.

He said softly: "If my brother doesn't go back, will he really become a monk in Lannuo Temple?"

Su Jingchen, a follower, rolled up his sleeves and followed over. Looking at Si Kong playing the harp in the room, he sighed: "In the past, when the emperor's harp played, thousands of disciples devoted themselves to learning. But now they are wasted in this ancient temple on the barren mountain.

What a pity!"

"Su Jingchen is here! Is it Su Jingchen here?" Xuanfeng poked his little head out of the bed, shouted noisily, then flapped his wings, flew over, pounced on Su Jingchen, and gave him a blow.

Passionate kiss.

Su Jingchen couldn't avoid it and looked embarrassed, which made the beauty Sikong Lingzhu beside him laugh.

Xuanfeng ducked her little head into Su Jingchen's arms, then poked her head into Su Jingchen's arms and lifted up his sleeves with her wings to look at him, muttering: "Where's the jerky? Where's my jerky?"

Sikong Lingzhu laughed and said: "I thought Xuanfeng really missed you after not seeing you for so long, but it turned out that he was thinking about your dried meat!"

Su Jingchen said awkwardly: "I left in a hurry, I didn't bring any dried meat with me!"

"You bastard, you didn't bring any dried meat, what are you doing here? Bastard! Bastard! See if I don't scratch you to death, you heartless person!"

Xuan Feng flew up and scratched Su Jingchen's face with both claws, like a tough shrew trying to teach her cheating husband a lesson, showing no mercy.

Su Jingchen's handsome face was soon scratched and turned into a tabby cat, causing the Sikong brother and sister to burst into laughter again.

The three of them sat opposite each other. Si Kong took out the tea again and said: "There is nothing to entertain you in the deserted mountain temple, but although this tea is a bit rough, it is extremely fragrant. Give it a try!"

Su Jingchen held the cup with both hands, first smelled the aroma, then tasted it, and then sighed: "It's much more fragrant than when we came last time! It must have been picked before the rain!"

Si Kong nodded and said: "You are really tricky with your mouth, you can taste it like this. Last time you came here, you said that the tea taste was too weak, it must be tea leaves picked after the rain. So I kept a careful eye on it and specially put it in

I picked it myself before the rainy season, and I didn’t expect the taste to be more fragrant.”

Sikong Lingzhu said: "Come on, come on, we are not here to drink tea with you, but we are asking you when will you leave with us?"

Sikong smiled slightly and said elegantly: "Didn't I say I wouldn't leave? Why do you bother me every once in a while to disturb my spiritual practice?"

Su Jingchen smiled and said: "Lingzhu is afraid that if you don't want to become a monk, that's why you urge me to harass you every once in a while, thinking that if you have a heartbeat, you will come back with us!

"

Si Bai smiles lightly

With a calm mind, he slowly refilled the tea for the two of them and said, "How will Taibai Court be after I leave?"

Sikong Lingzhu said: "After you left, Yun Qingqing took over as the dean of Taibai Courtyard. I told you before that she is a person of excellent character and her piano skills are also excellent. She has not insulted the reputation of Taibai Courtyard.

.If you are destined, you should play a song together to see whose music is better!"

Su Jingchen held the teacup with both hands, tilted his head and said, "Although Dean Yun is good, I always think you are better. It's a pity that you can't be Dean Taibai."

Sikong smiled slightly and sighed: "Liu Shui's teachers and students, the iron-clad Dayang Mansion, there is nothing to regret. One day, all of us will leave Dayang Mansion, but it will still have a new group of people."

Join and then start their new story, I just left first."

Su Jingchen lowered his head and said with emotion: "When you say that, I have to admit it. I feel like I have aged a lot, and I have even had white hair over the years."

Si Bai said: "You are the youngest dean of Qiyao Academy, how can you say you are old?"

Su Jingchen sighed and said, "Really, I found a white hair two days ago. I don't know if I'm worried about it."

Sikong Lingzhu smiled and said: "I think you have a gray head, there is nothing to worry about."

Su Jingchen pouted and said: "How can that be done? I haven't married yet and have children, how can I get old before my time?"

Sikong Lingzhu raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "I thought you were not good at it, but I didn't expect that you actually want to get a wife and have children!"

"Hey, what are you talking about? I'm not a fairy-like person who doesn't like the fireworks of the world. Naturally, I yearn for a wife and children. It's just that some people don't agree. Otherwise, I would have..."

"What did you say earlier?"

Sikong Lingzhu's eyes widened, and Su Jingchen was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Si Kong, who was silent on the side, could tell to some extent that Su Jingchen was interested in his sister. He used to have the best relationship with Su Jingchen in Da Yang Mansion, and he always loved her as a younger brother.

His younger sister, Sikong Lingzhu, is very independent and aloof. As a brother, he rarely has the opportunity to dote on his younger sister, and Sikong Lingzhu will want to dislike her if he utters a few verbose words.

This brother's care fell on Su Jingchen, the youngest among the deans of Qiyao.

However, according to Su Jingchen's character of being a coquettish person, he probably won't be able to catch up with Sikong Lingzhu even in years and years. After all, who wants to be with a boy who can be more coquettish than himself.

But the two people's characters are relaxed and cannot be changed. Over the years, based on Su Jingchen's perseverance, there seems to be some subtle changes. I think if Sikong Lingzhu had not met someone he liked more, Su Jingchen would be very good.

choose.

However, relationships are a matter of mutual consent. He doesn't know if this kind of persistent stalking will ultimately bear fruit?

But no matter what choice they make, he will happily accept it. After all, he has already regarded them as his relatives over the years.

Xuan Feng heard them fighting and flew in with his tail raised, hoping to join in the fun.

I saw it lightly jumping onto Su Jingchen's lap. At some point, its body was filled with feathers of various birds. It seemed that a guest had come, and it had freshened up specially. It thought it was filled with colorful feathers.

She has become beautiful by herself, so she is very embarrassed.


Chapter completed!