Listening to the whistling wind behind me, I hurriedly turned around and blocked Yuan Xiu's face. The fearless monk's big slap stopped again, and the wind hit my face, blowing silk flying.

His eyes were red with anxiety: "Miss!"

"Uncle Wuwei, don't do anything randomly."

"How dare he, a disciple, run to your room? He is still wearing his chest and arms in front of the young lady!"

I couldn't laugh or cry: "Uncle Wuwei, he is my husband."

“…”

The fearless monk froze suddenly.

I looked back at Pei Yuanxiu, then looked at him again. His expression seemed to have swallowed an egg, his eyes widened, and he also looked at me, and then looked at Pei Yuanxiu. After a while, he spoke in disbelief: "He is--"

"My husband."

"he--"

"My husband."

Wuwei looked at me again, then Pei Yuanxiu, and for a while: "Son-in-law?"

For some reason, this title is normal, but it doesn't feel that way at all when he says it. Especially for a "monk" like him, Pei Yuanxiu laughed when he heard it: "This master is really interesting."

"What's interesting or uninteresting!" Wuwei heard this and his temper came back again. He waved his big hand and almost slapped my face. I subconsciously took a step back and forth, and my calves touched the edge of the bed. Then I saw him walking back and forth a few steps back and forth in front of the bed with both hands on his back, as if he was very irritable, panting heavily, and his tiger eyes stared at Pei Yuanxiu and refused to let go. After a while, he said, "You married our eldest lady?"

"Has been married for half a year."

"Can you have the orders of your parents and the words of your matchmaker?"

"There is no order from parents, no matchmaker's words, but there is heaven and earth as evidence, and the sun and the moon as a reference."

The fearless monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and his fierce appearance faded away. He looked at him for a while, then pointed at him and said, "Miss is married to you, you are not allowed to bully her! Otherwise, the family will tear you away!"

Faced with his threat, Pei Yuanxiu was not angry at all. His eyes were curved with smiles, and he nodded and said, "Yes."

Wuwei snorted with his nose.

I was so amused that I could not help but laugh and cry, and I pulled his sleeve: "Uncle Wuwei, don't do this, he is very nice to me!"

When the fearless monk turned his head toward me, his face became as pleasant as reading. He patted the back of my hand with a big hand and said in a scattered manner: "Miss. I don't know that these fancy men have honey on their tongues, and they are the best at coaxing people. I'm afraid that the lady will be coaxed by him. What should I do if I bully you in the future? A smart lady is also coaxed-"

"Uncle Wuwei," I interrupted him and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for so long, so I miss you so much. I still want the tea in this temple. Do I have any good tea for me?"

When the monk Wuwei heard this, he immediately said seriously: "Of course there is, the Sa family has asked them to prepare."

I smiled and said, "Uncle Wuwei felt most sorry for me." After that, I turned around and said to Yuan Xiu, "Your injury has not healed yet, so let's have a good rest tonight. I have not seen some old friends in this temple for a long time, and I want to talk to them about the past."

Pei Yuanxiu nodded, sorted out his clothes, and said to me softly: "Don't go too late, come back early to rest."

"Um."

After saying that, I helped him clean the bed a little and turned away. Uncle Wuwei looked at me with an unhappy look on his face. It was obvious that he couldn't hold back his anger several times, but when he looked at me who didn't care, he didn't want to say much, and he was just angry. He fell heavily when he was about to go out.

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The sun has set and dusk has come. Lanterns are hung outside the buildings of all sizes in Tianmu Temple. Candlelight sways. As the wind blows the leaves all over the mountain, the temple is more peaceful, making the originally chaotic heart calm.

The fearless monk walked in front with a lantern, and I followed him on the cool bluestone slab. The night wind blew across my clothes and skirt, and was shining by the candlelight swaying in the lantern, casting a clear and dim light on the ground.

I said softly, "Uncle Wuwei, where are you taking me?"

"Didn't the young lady say, do you want to have good tea? The Sa family has already made a preparation in the yard. Now I'm going to the Sa family's Zen temple."

I suddenly stopped.

When the monk Wuwei stopped hearing my movements, he turned around and looked at me with some confusion: "Miss, what's wrong?"

I thought about it and said, "I'm not busy with tea, Uncle Wuwei, I have something I want to do."

"What's up?"

"So many people in our group come to Tianmu Temple to disturb us, so we should say hello to the abbot. I want to meet the abbot."

When Uncle Wuwei heard this, he was stunned: "Uncle Zhengjue?"

"Um."

"You want to see him?"

"This is also the etiquette I should have."

This time, the fearless monk who was acting thunderously hesitated. After a long time, he slowly said: "But, Miss, you have to know that he doesn't see outsiders easily."

I nodded and said, "I understand. But I am a junior. After leaving for so many years, I should come to visit me when I come back."

“…”

"Isn't it possible?"

"Not that, but in the past two years, he has seen fewer and fewer people. Well——" Monk Wuwei frowned with thick eyebrows, thought for a while, and said to me: "I'll take the eldest lady over and take a look."

"good."

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As dusk falls, the air on the mountain becomes wetter and cool.

Following the monk Wuwei all the way up the mountain, and also towards the back of the temple, climbing up the first stairs of rocks, walking through the gardens, listening to the clear bird songs from the quiet mountains, in a short while, the corners of the skirt were wet by the dew condensed from the tip of the grass, brushing across the ankles, and waving a burst of coolness.

We finally arrived at the abbot's Zen temple.

This is already a very deep place in Tianmu Temple. When I looked forward, I saw a forest of pagodas, which appeared faintly in the twilight, and looked particularly solemn and dignified. Almost subconsciously, I clasped my hands together and chanted the Buddha gently.

At this moment, the door of the Zen temple opened with a buzzing sound.

Two young monks wearing gray monk robes walked out of it and respectfully saluted to Wuwei Monk. Wuwei Monk walked in and asked loudly: "Where is the abbot? The eldest lady of the Yan family is here and wants to pay homage to him."

"The abbot is in the ritual of cultivation and does not see guests."

Before I could speak, the fearless monk next to me was already angry: "Why are you seeing a guest? Is the eldest lady a guest?"

The two monks were stunned by his roar, but they didn't react. The fearless monk had waved his hand and almost overturned one of them to the ground, saying, "Sha family goes in and tell him! Miss, wait!"

After saying that, he took a big step and entered the Zen temple.

The two monks were also startled and had no time to greet me, so they hurriedly followed me.

I stood alone at the door, unable to help but feel amused and crying.

I really don’t know whether it is right or wrong when I asked the monk Wuwei to bring me to the abbot. His explosive temper was a blessing that there were not many pilgrims in this rarely visited Tianmu Temple. Otherwise, it would be a "shame of Buddhism" anyway.

For a moment, the surroundings became quiet and I couldn't hear what he was doing in the Zen Temple. So I stood quietly, looking at the two camellia trees that were bitten to the point of being bitten and the messy footprints on the ground at the door of the Zen Temple.

After a while, the gate of the courtyard opened again.

The two monks walked out, respectfully clasped their hands at me and bowed, and then said, "Tan Yue, the abbot, please ask Tan Yue to enter the Zen Temple to speak."

I also folded my hands and returned the salute to them, and then I stepped into the high threshold.

When you walk into the gate of the Zen Temple, you will see a clean and simple courtyard. The ground paved with bluestone should be washed with water frequently, almost spotless and cool. There is almost nothing else in the courtyard except a water tank and a broom in the corner of the wall. Only a camellia planted under the eaves, which has long since bloomed, which makes this small Zen Temple feel a bit haggard.

A Zen room stood there alone, the gate was covered with a faint silence, and the fearless monk was standing at the door. When he turned around and saw me, he hurriedly waved to me: "Miss, please come here."

I quickly walked over and went up the steps.

The door is open.

A faint smell of sandalwood that was steaming from my memory slowly lingered around me.

In front of me is a clean and simple Zen room. There is a table in the center of the Zen room, with an incense burner on it. Green smoke rises from the top of the stove. In the sunlight shining through the doors and windows, it is as light and elusive as a person's subtle thoughts.

And against the wall is a stone bed, and an old monk who is haggard is sitting on the cushion.

That is Monk Zhengjue.

He is much older than his thin and elegant appearance in his memory. His face is old and white, and his eyebrows are wearing a gray monk's robe and a bright red robe. He looks thinner. He sits cross-legged on the futon, without a trace of wind in the room, and his face is silent without a trace of expression.

I stood at the door, and for a moment, my whole body seemed to be frozen.

That only lies in the face in memory, and at this moment, it suddenly became real.

After a moment of silence, Monk Zhengjue slowly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of gray, somewhat turbid eyes, and the gray eyebrows drooped, almost covering the light of wisdom accumulated by the years inside, but it could not hide the faint smile that rose.

After a while, he said, "You are here."

I held the door frame with a little force, and finally supported myself into the meditation room, clasped my hands at him, and saluted: "Greetings to the abbot."

He looked at me quietly, and the smile on his face became deeper.

After saying that, I didn't know what else I could say. Even if I wanted to say something, my throat was completely hoarse at this time. But he slowly raised his head and said to the fearless monk at the door: "Fearless, you all go down first. Let's talk about it."

"oh."

Although the fearless monk had a strange and smelly temper, he seemed to be very convinced to him. He didn't say much, and he closed his hands together and bowed, then slowly closed the door and then retreated.

Listening to the sound of the three of them being far away, I raised my head again and looked at the old monk in front of me.

He was still sitting there, motionless like a Buddha statue, with only a little bit of mortal world in his eyes.

I walked slowly over, and before I could speak, I heard his low voice sounding, with the familiar love in my memory: "Qingying, you are back."
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