Of course, Youtanhua did not really ignore Song Lan because of Mu Fusheng's unreasonable troubles. The temple was under construction in full swing, and she needed to make a decision on all matters big and small.
Therefore, Song Lan went in and out of Baohua Hall more frequently, and every time he met with You Tanhua, You Tanhua deliberately pushed Mu Fusheng away.
Mu Fusheng saw Utanhua's intention and stopped worrying about it. He continued to chant sutras during the day and went to Utanhua's dormitory to meditate and chant sutras at night.
That night, Utanhua lay down on the bed, while Mu Fusheng was still meditating and reciting sutras expressionlessly on the ground.
Youtanhua sighed, rubbed his temples, and said, "Okay, don't be upset, okay? I shouldn't be harsh on you that day. After a few days, Song Lan will come down the mountain."
Mu Fusheng's eyes lit up and he looked up at You Tanhua, as if asking: "Seriously?"
Youtanhua lay on his side on the bed, beckoned to Mu Fusheng and said, "Come here."
Mu Fusheng continued to meditate and had no intention of getting up.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows: "If you continue to disobey me, will I use force?"
Mu Fusheng then stood up, and Shi Shiran walked towards You Tanhua. You Tanhua patted the place next to him, and Mu Fusheng slowly lay down on it.
Youtanhua smiled, leaned over, put his arm across Mu Fusheng's shoulder and patted him: "That's so good. How about we sleep."
Mu Fusheng said calmly: "Okay."
After a while, Youtanhua fell asleep next to Mu Fusheng, but Mu Fusheng opened his eyes awake.
He turned sideways, spread his left arm flat, and then slowly moved Yutanhua to his side, letting Yutanhua rest on his shoulder.
In her sleep, Youtanhua seemed to have entered a gentle embrace, and she took the initiative to hug her on her hands and knees without any politeness.
The next morning, Song Lan hurried to Youdanhua's dormitory, but was stopped by the magic envoy at the door: "Song Gong, please wait a moment, the Lord hasn't gotten up yet."
Just as Song Lan was about to go back first, the palace door suddenly opened. He looked towards the door happily and saw Mu Fusheng wearing a white undershirt standing at the door, looking at him indifferently.
The white undershirt hung loosely around her body, a bit messy and casual in the morning, and there were still a few pressed red marks hanging on the exposed skin of his left shoulder.
Mu Fusheng said softly: "Amitabha, the Lord was tired from yesterday and has not gotten up yet."
As soon as these words came out, Song Lan and the demon envoys all blushed instantly.
Song Lan's face turned red. She didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry. He pointed at Mu Fusheng with his finger: "You! You are still a Buddhist cultivator. How can you break the sexual precept?"
Mu Fusheng straightened his waist, seemingly exposing some of the red marks on his left shoulder, and then said with a faint smile: "Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, desire certainly exists, if you can avoid being disturbed by lust, form and emptiness are inherently
No difference."
The messy appearance coupled with Mu Fusheng's calm and ethereal voice actually gives people the illusion of both abstinence and sex appeal.
Several demon envoys couldn't help but stare straight in their eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
At this time, a lazy voice came from the hall: "Little monk, where have you been?"
"Senior, the young monk is here." Mu Fusheng glanced at Song Lan and was about to turn around.
A beautiful figure had already swayed in front of him. You Tanhua was wearing a red robe with black hair without any decoration, draped over her shoulders like a waterfall.
She glared at the few demon envoys who were staring at Mu Fusheng and couldn't move their eyes away. The demon envoys quickly lowered their heads and did not dare to take another look. They all thought to themselves: "It's so dangerous. If you continue to look at it, the Lord may be poaching." out of our eyes! See no evil, see no evil.”
You Tanhua then slowly stretched out his hand to help Mu Fusheng close his collar, covering up the red mark on his shoulder that she had pressed, and said lazily: "You have nothing to do, what are you doing up so early? Go get some more sleep."
Mu Fusheng nodded obediently and said, "Okay." Anyway, his goal had been achieved, so he calmly walked back into the hall, preparing to go back to sleep.
Song Lan stared blankly at this extremely harmonious and natural scene, and couldn't help but feel sad. He had never seen the Lord be so gentle and caring in front of other people.
As soon as Mu Fusheng left, Youtanhua's laziness disappeared. She walked out of the courtyard and said seriously: "Song Lan, what's the matter?"
Only then did Song Lan react, followed Udanhua's back and walked over, saying softly: "Honored Lord, it's done, the temple is completed."
Youtanhua turned around happily, with a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face: "Really?"
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, until You Tanhua came up to him and asked again: "Huh? Why don't you say anything?"
He lowered his head and murmured: "Really, it has been built."
"Let's go and have a look with me." Youtanhua picked up Song Lan's shoulders, and the next second they were at the foot of the Magic Mountain and the bank of the mountain-protecting river.
At a glance, there was nothing around, but when Udanhua cast a spell and said: "Open!"
Only then did the confusion at the foot of the mountain dissipate, and a majestic and resplendent Buddhist temple appeared on the bank of the mountain-protecting river. It was built near the water and stood tall. However, there was still a title missing on the golden plaque on the temple door.
Youtanhua smiled slightly and had an idea in his mind.