"Zong Guang and the donor had a relationship, but I didn't expect that the donor would take the initiative to come today."

Pushing a cup of tea over, the middle-aged monk in front of him lowered his eyebrows, spoke in a calm voice, and made a "please use" gesture.

Qiao Chuxia thanked her with her hands together, picked up the teacup, and answered with a smile without rushing in: "Didn't the Buddha give Master some hints in advance that I would come to visit you?"

Zong Guang added a spoonful of boiling water, filled the teapot, and said calmly: "I think the Buddha must have given instructions a long time ago, but Zong Guang is stupid and has a dull temper and cannot understand it."

"Master, why should you be too humble? You know, although I don't understand religion and Buddhism, I have heard people say that being too modest is actually arrogance. In fact, what is the difference between this and what you said is too deep of obsession?"

Zong Guang was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was pouring water was suspended in the air, as if he was chewing on the profound meaning of Qiao Chuxia's words. After a while, he nodded, continued to fill his cup with tea, and responded: "What the donor said makes sense, Zong Guang can learn from it."

"

Qiao Chuxia shook her head, noncommittal, and then sipped the tea slowly. The two of them stopped talking and seemed to focus on the fragrant tea.

Zen and tea ceremony have always been inseparable. Ancient temples are hidden deep in the mountains, and good tea is produced in the mountains. Chinese tea culture coincides with the peaceful and peaceful Buddhist experience. Therefore, the vast majority of monks prefer to drink tea. Zongguang is no exception.

I don’t eat after lunch, but I like to make tea. Qiao Chuxia came by chance today and got a few cups of new tea.

"Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but Master, look at it, don't we all like to drink famous tea? When we drink good tea, Chinese people are the most leisurely, and they even ranked one of the top ten famous teas."

Qiao Chuxia stared at the tea cup and sighed quietly. She certainly didn't come here to ask for a cup of tea.

"The donor's words are wrong. It is true that all living beings are equal, but how do you know whether a thing is willing to accept what is imposed on it by humans?"

Zong Guang raised his eyelids, glanced at the woman sitting cross-legged opposite, and responded unhurriedly.

"Master, if you say this, you and I are about to fall into the debate of 'Zi Fei Yu'. It's really not pleasant to say this. Master has been tasting tea for many years and naturally knows that the fresher some teas are, the better, such as Yuqian Longjing.

After the Qingming Festival, the taste will be greatly reduced, but some teas are better with age. A piece of Pu'er tea bricks from the late Qing Dynasty palace can be sold for one million in the auction house. Even tea is so complicated and unpredictable. How can people's hearts be raised?

Isn’t it more difficult to guess?”

Qiao Chuxia turned the empty cup in her hand, played with it in her palm for a long time, and finally placed it gently on the tea table. The bottom of the cup made a crisp sound.

"Master wants to imitate the saints. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? But I forgot that there is a saying, 'The Clay Bodhisattva cannot save himself when crossing the river.' A common man is not guilty of the crime of harboring a jade. Master has been living in Buddhism for many years, so why bother to join the mortal world again?

Are you getting into trouble for no reason?"

She blinked, and her big eyes were very smart. Zong Guang just looked at her. For a moment, she was a little obsessed, staring at the familiar face in front of her.

He had been a monk for many years, but when he faced this young woman, he felt a little distraught. After an unknown amount of time, he let go of his hand, the tea cup in his palm fell, and a full cup of tea spilled out, all splashing on his clothes. Zong Guang's words

Just like waking up from a dream, he repeatedly mentioned his sins, stood up, bowed, said a word of apology for being rude, and hurried to the monk's room next door to change clothes.

Qiao Chuxia nodded slightly and watched Zong Guang leave the tea room. Then she lowered her head and tasted the slightly cold tea. After just one sip, she frowned, raised her hand and poured the remaining tea on the ground.

"On the third brewing time, the tea has lost its flavor."

She murmured to herself, took out something from her handbag, put it on the tea table, stood up and left

When Zong Guang finished tidying up and returned to the tea room, he saw that there was no one inside. There was a faint fragrance of tea mixed with the scent of white sandalwood. On the corner of the small coffee table, there was a small wooden box with a

A square piece of red cloth

When he saw the appearance of the wooden box clearly, his whole body trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief. He tilted his body, stood up quickly, stepped forward quickly, tremblingly stretched out his hand, and hung it in mid-air for a long time.

Just picked up the wooden box like crazy

Rich families in the south of the Yangtze River have long had the habit of planting a camphor tree in their courtyard if they give birth to a girl. When the tree grows, the girl can be betrothed to another family when she is fifteen or sixteen years old. The matchmaker only needs to look at the courtyard.

There is a camphor tree in the house, and you know that there is a boudoir girl in this family. Although the Qiao family is from the north, the old nanny in the family is a true southerner. Not long after Qiao Guihan was born, she asked her husband who stayed in her hometown to plant a camphor tree for her to wait for her to grow up.

When she turned eighteen, she asked a skilled old craftsman to make two camphor wood boxes for her dowry.

This wooden box was carved from the last leftover materials, with pomegranates and bats carved around it, symbolizing many children and many blessings. When Qiao Guihan saw this box, she thought it was exquisite and unique, and she always used it to store some small jewelry.

He recognized it at once. It was Qiao Guihan's thing. He seemed to want to open it, but he didn't dare. After waiting for a long time, he trembled and pulled it open. There was a faint smell of camphor wood, and there was a red cloth wrapped inside.

He took out the small cloth bag, spread it out in the palm of his hand, and opened it layer by layer. There was neither gold nor silver inside, only a thin braid, jet black, made of a woman's long hair. In addition,

In addition, there is a small handful of short broken hair. The hair is hard and thick. It looks like a man’s hair at first glance.

A piece of paper floated out, and he hurriedly grabbed it before it hit the ground. There were familiar handwriting on it. Because it had been too long, the color of the words had become a little lighter, but he could still clearly see that it said "no hair."

separated"

It seemed that he could no longer stand, so he sat down gropingly, put the red cloth bag on the table, and slowly untied the braid with his hands. The braid was divided into five strands and tied carefully. He separated them little by little with his fingers, not wanting to

There is a mystery inside. As he moves, some pieces of hair are scattered out, and more and more are scattered. It turns out that it was Qiao Guihan who worked hard to hide all the short hair in her long hair and braid it into a braid.

He seemed to be able to see her with her big belly begging the host over and over again, and finally she got the strands of hair that he had shaved off the day he had his hair cut off. She took them home carefully, and braided them bit by bit under the lamp before going to bed every night.

When she was pregnant, her eyes were always sore due to lack of nutrition, and she couldn't stop crying when she couldn't knit two or three centimeters.

What kind of bad fate must have caused this pair of heavenly heroes, who were originally envied by everyone, to end up like this? One is willing to become a prostitute, and the other escapes into Buddhism.

The love that happened more than 20 years ago, for this monk who has been fasting and chanting Buddha in front of the Buddha for many years, has become as vague as the memory of the past life. The three words "Qiao Guihan" seem to be a scar, and the wound has already scabbed. I don't want to be beaten at this moment.

An invisible hand tore it open, and unexpectedly dripping blood poured out, leaving a mess of flesh and blood.

Zong Guang sat down in front of the coffee table with a look of embarrassment, holding the half-unraveled braid in his hand. His eyes were dull. At this moment, a breeze blew through a small open window, blowing away the fine particles in his palm.

Her hair was fluttering, and the short black stubble fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, never to be gathered together again.

"Xiaohan!"

He let out a heartbreaking cry, staggered from his seat and rolled to the ground, tried to pick it up, fell to his knees, and seemed to never get up again, crawling on the ground and howling.

It turned out that the young woman sitting opposite him just now, drinking tea and talking about Buddhism, was her daughter. No wonder she had that look in her eyes and that look. He pulled the braid tightly and covered his heart. He felt quiet for twenty years.

Years of heart are all broken in an instant. Love is actually more tormenting than death.

He didn't know why Qiao Chuxia came to inquire about the news, but he couldn't be calm anymore. If he could make up for it, he would do whatever it took to make it up to her and her children.

In the private room of the hotel, Ruan Peizhe was walking irritably in the living room. He always abided by the principle of "don't use people who are suspicious, and don't trust people who are employed." But this time he let Qiao Chuxia go out alone. At this moment, he admitted that he regretted it and did not

He wasn't worried that she would run away, but after all, this was not a place he had complete control over, so he had to be more alert.

"Boss, Miss Qiao is back and has entered the elevator."

The subordinate's report came through the earphones. Ruan Peizhe breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and poured himself a glass of wine. After thinking about it, he took another empty glass and filled it with red wine.

Just after he finished doing this, the doorbell rang softly, and someone immediately opened the door. Standing outside the door was indeed Qiao Chuxia, with sunglasses covering most of her face. She was wearing a nude dress and high heels of the same color. The fragrance of the wind moved, and her whole body

Already walked in

Taking off his glasses and holding them in his hand, Qiao Chuxia looked at Ruan Peizhe and said calmly: "Tomorrow at the latest, I will give you what you want."

However, he did not immediately show a happy expression, but looked at her expression carefully, and asked with a slight hesitation: "You... seem to have cried?"

Although it was a question, the red eyes on Qiao Chuxia's face had clearly revealed her emotions. Seeing that she could not lie, she paused, nodded, and wrote lightly: "It's nothing, it won't affect your affairs.

"

After saying that, she was about to walk to her bedroom. When she didn't want to pass by Ruan Peizhe, he grabbed her arm.

"you……"

Just as she opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, he had already leaned over and hugged her tightly. Qiao Chuxia struggled a few times and found that she couldn't get away, so she stopped struggling and hung down.

At the moment

The other people around him had already left quickly when they received Ruan Peizhe's eyes. Only the two of them were left in the room. They could hear each other's breathing. He lowered his head and put his forehead against hers. Only then did he realize that she had a low fever.

"What's going on? You refused to tell me in Hanoi, and you won't tell me when you get to Beijing? Even if there is a covetous Natasha between you and me, but considering that I was pretty good to you in the past, you can't tell me

Share your secret with me?"

Qiao Chuxia smiled bitterly, curling her lips, as if she didn't agree with his words, and turned her face to one side.

Ruan Peizhe slowly raised his wrist, touched her chin with the index finger of his right hand, and gently rubbed the delicate skin with his thumb. He was not in a hurry to ask, but rather like a cat that had caught a mouse.

"Although my people didn't follow you, they saw you entering the temple with their own eyes. You know, I'm a bad person. If I don't get what I want, I'll just burn it down. Anyway, it's not a bad thing I did.

One and a half pieces, a few more won’t hurt.”

"You really are the Buddha who blocks the Buddha and the God who kills the God Ruan Peizhe. If you can have the last laugh, I think it's not because you are the strongest, but because you are the cruelest and most ruthless. Luo Cangzhi lost because even though he was with him

I am not close to my mother, but I have always respected her from the bottom of my heart. I never thought that my mother would unite with others to deal with me. And you, in order to gain power, even your father can be ruthless, let alone others."

Qiao Chuxia said while laughing, her eyes couldn't help but turn red again, she raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes at the insults to her, Ruan Peizhe did not get angry, but showed a calm smile.

"That's a good summary, as long as you know it"

He let go of his hand, pushed her away, turned around and took the wine glass, handed it to Qiao Chuxia, clinked the glass with her, and whispered: "I'm waiting for your good news. If there is no new progress before twelve noon tomorrow, I will

Just keep what you say and burn Yonghe Temple on fire."

Qiao Chuxia endured the dizziness, drank the wine in one gulp, gave it to him again, and waved: "Can you take your people and leave? I want to rest. If I remember correctly, you promise me when we leave.

Will let me live by myself”

Ruan Peizhe snorted, took back the wine glass, and gave her a farewell kiss. Qiao Chuxia frowned and did not avoid it.

"I'll be in the guest room above you. You should have a good sleep first."

Qiao Chuxia lowered her head and glanced at her watch. There were less than twenty hours left before the deadline he mentioned.

The curtains were drawn in the room, so when Qiao Chuxia woke up in a daze, she didn't immediately realize whether it was night or early morning. She struggled to get up and found that her whole body was hot. She got out of bed and poured a glass of warm water. As soon as she took a sip, she became sensitive.

realized there was someone in the room

She didn't dare to look back. She endured being top-heavy and stretched out her hands to press the edge of the table to support her body. Her body was very hot, and the cold wind from the air conditioner passed over her arms and thighs exposed outside her pajamas, causing a shiver.
To be continued...