Chapter 11 Buddhist Incense

The branch of Yunxian Mountain in Luzhou is hidden in the market and hidden in the bustling city. If you hadn't grown up in Yunxian Mountain since childhood and were very familiar with the various signs of Yunxian Mountain, it would be difficult to find Lou Shuitian. She followed the mark from memory and searched for about half an hour before she found it.

In front of you is a quaint old house, with a deserted courtyard and old wooden doors that make a dilapidated sound when blown by the wind. If you put a little more force, they will "clang" and fall apart.

Lou Shuitian hid in a tree and stared for a while, but no one came or went.

Because I was standing high up, I realized that this old house was backed by the Wangyue Tower on Xishi Street, but it faced a different direction. In addition, the sceneries are different, one is desolate and dilapidated, and the other is bustling with people. Ordinary people would not guess that the two places are so close.

Lou Shuitian couldn't help but sigh that Yun Xianshan was really good at choosing places.

She fell down from the tree and walked lightly to the wooden door of the old house. She stretched out her hand against the wooden door and shook it lightly with her inner strength, and the latch of the wooden door snapped.

The door opened.

What comes into view is a yard with some unknown green plants. Deep in the yard is a small independent house. The window sill is very high, and the sunlight shines in slantingly.

Jiang Yusheng stood outside the door of the small room, admiring his sword casually.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and was not surprised by Lou Shuitian's arrival.

He only glanced at Lou Shuitian, then turned around and respectfully picked up the door knocker and clicked it a few times.

"Young Sect Master."

A warm voice came from inside the house, "Come in."

Lou Shuitian pushed open the door and entered. The familiar Buddhist fragrance hits my face.

This sandalwood smell was very familiar to her, as familiar as if it was engraved in her bones. So much so that in the five years since she left Yunxian Mountain, every time she passed by the temple, she couldn't help but think of the past.

Good, bad, painful and tender.

No matter what, it tortured her.

Lou Shuitian secretly took a deep breath and suppressed those emotions.

The furnishings in the house are simple, with only a couch, a table and chairs, and piles of books. Although it is not as dilapidated as outside the hospital, it can only be called tidy at best.

Jiang Jingtan was sitting among the books in a plain robe, with a closed scripture in her hand. The Buddhist beads on her wrist reflected light, her expression was lazy, as if she had just woken up from a lunch break, and she had a thin blanket covering her knees. blanket. He raised his snow-white face slightly, and his appearance was astonishingly handsome, but also a bit sickly. When he saw the person coming, his eyes were suddenly filled with fragments of sunlight, the corners of his lips slowly raised, and his whole face became vivid——

"Thirteen, you're here." His tone was warm, as if he was naturally affectionate.

Since Lou Shuitian left Yunxian Mountain five years ago, they have not spoken a word. But Jiang Jingtan's tone was very natural at this time, as if he had called her like this many times during the days when they didn't meet.

Lou Shuitian's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled violently. She couldn't bear it, so she looked away and her eyes fell on the table and chair. This is a huanghuali square table with a consistent elegant and plain style. It has been used for many years and has some damage on the legs.

Who would have thought that the famous young master of Yunxian Mountain lived such a simple life.

She was originally full of questions and anger, but now she couldn't say a word.

"You have lost some weight and are a little taller." Jiang Jingtan said.

Wenyanlou Shuitian glanced at him inexplicably.

She has long passed the age of growing up, and she said she is taller. Does she really think she is still a child?

Jiang Jingtan finally waited for her to see this, and burst into laughter, just like the clouds parted and the sun suddenly appeared.

"Don't be angry with me again, Thirteen."