Fang Zilan stared blankly at the master of fate. His appearance was so similar to Zhuge Ming and Zhuge Yu, as if they were carved from the same mold, but his expression and temperament were more solemn. Could it be...
"Don't be rude in front of the master." Li Shengxuan reminded him lightly, and Fang Zilan pursed her lips, "I was rude. I hope the master won't take offense."
Master Liaoyuan put his hands together and said warmly: "Amitabha, Master Fang's words are serious."
"Your Majesty is an old friend of Master Yuan?" Fang Zilan hesitated and asked without holding back. Li Shengxuan wrote lightly: "I listened to Master Yuan's lectures and I can calm down."
Listening to scriptures and meditating during festivals? Fang Zilan looked at Master Liaoyuan in front of him suspiciously, and saw him smile slightly and said: "If Master Fang is free, you can also come to the temple to listen to the scriptures."
"I'm afraid I don't have the wisdom to listen to the scriptures." Fang Zilan smiled mockingly, "But I would like to ask the master for a cup of tea. I wonder if the master is willing?"
"Welcome." Master Liaoyuan raised his hand in an inviting gesture. As the cassock shook, Fang Zilan noticed a long scar on his wrist, which climbed ferociously to the depths of his arm under the sleeves.
As if feeling Fang Zilan's gaze, Master Liaoyuan straightened his sleeves in a hurry, as if he didn't care about the scar.
"It's getting late today, so I won't disturb the master much." Fang Zilan withdrew his gaze, "When I have free time in the future, it won't be too late for me to come visit the master again."
"Master Fang, please excuse me." Master Lioyuan frowned, his expression becoming softer.
The way Master Liaoyuan lowered his eyes was exactly the same as Zhuge Yu's. Just as Fang Zilan was thinking this, he suddenly heard Li Shengxuan say: "Fang Zilan, please come with me for a walk."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, nodded subconsciously and said hello, and then remembered that Mo Han was there.
"Sister Lan, I'm going to burn incense in the main hall of Qianshan." Mo Han said, bowed and left.
Fang Zilan followed Li Shengxuan on the winding path in the back mountain, thinking that Li Shengxuan was really leisurely and came to climb the mountain at night.
"Fang Zilan, you asked me just now, why did I know you would come?" Li Shengxuan's voice broke the dull atmosphere. Fang Zilan hummed and listened to him: "You said before that when you were a child, your mother would take you with you during festivals. Come to Momiji Temple.”
Fang Zilan coughed lightly, "I just said it casually, but Your Majesty actually took it to heart?"
Li Shengxuan stopped and turned to look at Fang Zilan, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
Fang Zilan did not answer but asked: "What do you want me to ask, Your Majesty?"
Li Shengxuan stared closely at the person in front of him and sighed softly, "Fang Zilan, sometimes I feel that you are really the most taboo person in the world. You dare to say anything and are not afraid of anything. But sometimes I feel that you are very far away from me. Far."
"Then what does Your Majesty want me to look like?" Fang Zilan looked at Li Shengxuan with an almost cold look in her eyes.
"No matter what you look like, it's still you." Li Shengxuan's lips curved slightly, and there was a hint of bitterness in his voice, "I just hope that I can see the most real you."
Fang Zilan smiled and said seriously: "I am not a beauty, but I still have some self-awareness. As for the heart hidden under this skin, it may not be that beautiful. Why bother, Your Majesty?"
Li Shengxuan said without comment: "So far, what I have seen of you has exceeded my expectations. As for..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise, and gorgeous fireworks exploded above the two people's heads, making the sky colorful and beautiful.
Fang Zilan looked up and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect to see fireworks on the Double Ninth Festival."
Li Shengxuan didn't look at the fireworks. All his eyes fell on Fang Zilan.
As Fang Zilan said herself, she was not a beauty, and the lines on her profile were not as soft as those of ordinary women. Instead, they were indescribably sharp. Even when watching the fireworks, her tightly pursed lips did not relax at all.
But in her eyes, there was a light that was grander and brighter than fireworks. He wanted to find his own reflection behind this beam of light.
Fang Zilan turned her head and met Li Shengxuan's burning eyes. She frowned slightly, "Why does your Majesty look at me like this?"
"Do you like fireworks?" Li Shengxuan's confused question made Fang Zilan stunned for a while, and then he said: "Your Majesty, are you sick?"
Li Shengxuan was silent, and Fang Zilan had no choice but to answer honestly: "I can't tell, I probably like him."
"Really?" Li Shengxuan suddenly remembered that he had asked a similar question when he led the girl and ran out of Baiye Temple.
After so many years, the past events are so vivid in my mind that they have become a lingering obsession and greed in my heart.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, let's go back." Fang Zilan bowed respectfully. Li Shengxuan looked at the person in front of him with a low eyebrow. After all, things are different and people are different.
"Okay." Li Shengxuan turned around and no longer looked at Fang Zilan or the fireworks in the sky.
Fang Zilan followed Li Shengxuan step by step, feeling that his back was made even more lonely by the beautiful fireworks. It is said that it is cold at high places, but he was alone on the top of the crowd, so who knew what he saw?
Fang Zilan thought about this, and for some reason suddenly didn't want Mo Han to leave. If he leaves, no one in this world will know her whereabouts. But if he doesn't leave, in the land of tigers and wolves in the capital, can she really be able to protect his last hope?
"Fang Zilan, what's wrong with you?" Li Shengxuan's voice interrupted Fang Zilan's thoughts, and she suddenly came back to her senses, "What did your Majesty just say?"
"It's nothing." Li Shengxuan held Fang Zilan's wrist, "Watch the road carefully when walking."
Only then did Fang Zilan realize that the two of them had reached the entrance of the main hall on the front mountain. She was standing on the edge of the steps and would fall down if she was not careful. She calmed down and took her hand back, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for reminding me."
Mo Han, who was waiting at the foot of the stairs, saw the two of them from a distance, so he waved and called "Sister Lan."
Upon seeing this, Fang Zilan bowed to Li Shengxuan, said goodbye and left. Li Shengxuan watched her running down the steps with almost joy, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
"We should all enjoy the beautiful scenery in good times, why is Your Majesty here alone?" Master Liaoyuan's voice reached Li Shengxuan's ears. It was completely different from the gentle and solemn voice before. He deliberately teased her in a measured way, "Could it be that she is the person that Your Majesty has been thinking about for many years? ?”
"You also met her back then, what do you think?" Li Shengxuan felt lost, and Master Liaoyuan pondered for a moment: "The common things in the world of mortals seem like a world away, and the poor monk can't remember them."
"Zhuge..." As soon as Li Shengxuan opened his mouth, Master Yuan pressed his index finger on his lips and said meaningfully: "I'm a poor monk, please don't call me by mistake."
"You..." Li Shengxuan took a deep breath, looked at the man walking down the stairs, who was devout and respectful like a believer, and whispered: "Master Lioyuan, now that you have broken off the mortal bond, what should he do?"
Master Liaoyuan looked at the figure at the foot of the stairs intently. He stood still and saluted, "Zhuge Yu has met your majesty, Master Liaoyuan."
"Amitabha, Mr. Zhuge is well." Master Lioyuan said solemnly: "There are complicated affairs in the temple tonight. It is inconvenient for the poor monk to stay here longer. Please help yourself."
After he finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but heard Zhuge Yu say: "Master, please stay."
"Master Zhuge, what's your advice?" Master Liaoyuan stopped and turned around. Zhuge Yu's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists and he didn't speak for a long time.
Master Liaoyuan had no intention of urging, and quietly watched the expression on the face of the person in front of him change from calm and composed to a little uneasy. Between the twitching of his thin lips, thousands of words finally turned into one sentence - "Practice is pure and hard, and hope is the best." Master cherishes it”.
"Master Zhuge is too worried." Master Liaoyuan looked calm, "The purpose of practicing as a poor monk is to cultivate the mind, and he dare not talk about suffering."
Worrying too much? Zhuge Yu looked at Master Yuan's leaving figure, and his clenched fingers couldn't stop shaking.
Everyone knows that the abbot of Baiye Temple can save all sentient beings, but who can save him? Who else would save himself?
