"This is my friend. You have seen it, Song Lan. If you have anything you want to ask, please ask."
Utanhua gave Song Lan a wink, and Song Lan understood it.
Song Lan bowed to Mu Fusheng and said with a smile: "Hello Zen Master Mu, Lord, I think about me very much today, so I quickly whip up the mountain to see Lord. I had no intention of hurting your mount, but he was the first to be malicious.
He stared at me all over, I just told the fact that he broke the horn, and asked Zen Master Mu not to blame him."
Mu Fusheng's mind buzzed, and he didn't listen to a word after that, only heard the sentence "Youtanhua misses Song Lan very much."
A strange feeling rose in his heart, unable to explain it, but subconsciously he looked at Utanhua.
Although Utanhua thought Song Lan was too exaggerated, fortunately, Song Lan did not tell the real purpose of finding him to build a temple.
So, when Mu Fusheng looked at her, she smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, I want Song Lan..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Fusheng suddenly turned around and then the palace gate closed with a "bang".
Mu Fusheng actually went out?
"...It's not a person without composure..." Youtanhua was stunned for a moment before finishing his next words.
Song Lan picked the corner of her mouth and said to herself: Let you be loved by the Lord alone, and I will let you taste the jealousy. Since you came to Demon Mountain, which of us has not eaten you all day long
The vinegar.
Utanhua recovered from his senses, looked at Song Lan in confusion, and asked, "As both men, can you explain to me why Mu Fusheng suddenly became so angry? This is the first time I have seen him like this."
Song Lan said seriously: "Lord, that's it. Men always have a few days of unhappiness every month. We call it my uncle. In this case, we just need to let him go and fend for himself.
It will naturally get better.”
"Ah..." Utanhua thought, "Is that true?"
Song Lan nodded seriously: "Yes."
Although Utanhua was still a little confused, he put it aside and continued to talk to Song Lan about the details of building the temple.
Mu Fusheng returned to his residence impulsively. When Ao You saw that he was back, he hurried forward: "How is it? How is it? Is that man very annoying? It's very hateful. I'm right to beat him up."
Mu Fusheng subconsciously nodded heavily.
Ao You was stunned. He didn't expect Mu Fusheng to agree with him. What's wrong with him today? He first cared about his idiot affairs, but now he shares the same hatred with him.
He couldn't help but look up outside the window and thought to himself, "It's strange, the sun hasn't come out from the west either."
When he looked at Mu Fusheng again, Mu Fusheng was already meditating on the side, chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.
Although Ao You listened to the scriptures too much, he could distinguish the twists and turns. For example, when chanting this scriptures, Mu Fusheng was less peaceful than in the past.
The sky gradually darkened. After Ao You went out and walked back, he found Mu Fusheng was still meditating and chanting scriptures. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why don't you go to bed? It's already that time, as you usually do
Has it been passed?"
Mu Fusheng ignored him and still chanted with his eyes closed.
Ao You finally tasted something from it. He sat down in front of Mu Fusheng with interest and asked patiently: "What's wrong? Could it be that Youtanhua was really taken away by that slutty man?"
"... Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feeling, thinking, action, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, colorless sound, smell, taste, touch, law, no eye, or even no consciousness..." Mu Fusheng continued to recite scriptures, without paying attention to it.
"Oh, my good Zen master, what's the use of just chanting scriptures at this time? Isn't this giving others the opportunity to get close to her?"
Mu Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes, stopped chanting scriptures, then stood up, and walked out the door without saying a word.
The moon outside the door was sparsely bright and the shadows were sprinkled on the corridor. Mu Fusheng looked at the bright moon in the sky in confusion, clasped his hands and said, "Buddha, I feel depressed and unhappy, how can I solve it?"