The six characters of Namo Amitabha are engraved on the apricot-yellow courtyard wall. It seems that after several years, the color is not as bright as it was originally, but it is still very well maintained. It must be carefully cared for by the monks in the temple. The ridge of the temple is blue-gray, the towering ancient trees are green, the roof of the temple is covered with splendid colored glaze, and lifelike Buddha statues are carved on the roof ridge.
The morning glow shrouded the entire temple in rose-red light. Although it was still early, the entrance to Tianma Temple was already bustling with activity.
On the winding gravel road, in addition to the monks carrying water into the temple, there are also an endless stream of pilgrims. They carry baskets filled with fruits, food and incense. They look very pious.
In the temple, the deep and distant bells sounded one after another.
There was a lot of excitement inside and outside the temple. As we got closer to the temple, the slightly noisy voice gradually became quieter.
Except for the sound of the bell, it came through the layers of bricks and tiles.
Sandalwood slowly wraps around the gauze curtain.
A monk wearing khaki robes sits on a mat, with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. His left hand is raised in front of his chest in a palm shape. He holds a jianzhi in his right hand and knocks the wooden fish "珰, 珰, 珰" .
There is a couch on the left side of the monk with a soft cushion on it. A long-haired woman is lying on her side on the couch, leaning slightly on the low table on the couch, with a plate of green grapes on it.
Just use two fingers to embed a grape, pick it off, and bring it to your lips seemingly feebly but safely.
Although he is nearly forty years old, his fingers are white and translucent, soft and boneless.
There was a tortoise shell hairpin stuck in the loose bun, which seemed to be unable to bear its weight. It felt as if it was teetering and about to fall off at any time.
Wearing a lavender robe, the collar is casually open, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on the neck, the exquisite collarbone is slightly visible, and the coral chain around the neck looks even more vivid against the backdrop of the snow-white skin.
The face has lost the youthful beauty of the girl, but is a bit more enchanting and charming. Compared with the 28-year-old girl, it has a more attractive beauty.
Looking at the monk in front of him who closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish, Xiao Changmeng's teeth moved slightly, and the green grapes flexibly rotated on the tip of the fairy-pink tongue. Then they cracked in the teeth and slowly went down the throat.
"No wonder you are so famous among the people in the city. You are very diligent in chanting sutras every day." Xiao Changmeng twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a smile, but he couldn't tell whether it was a sneer or a chuckle.
The Jianzhi in his hand stopped, and Chanli slowly opened his eyes. His dark pupils seemed to be unfathomable, and he looked at Xiao Changmeng. As a monk, this face is indeed too good-looking. He is very close to Xiao Changmeng in age, and his delicate-looking complexion must have been destined to be wealthy since childhood.
Putting the jianzhi in his hand next to the wooden fish, Chanli used his hands to straighten the slightly wrinkled cicada clothes on his body: "Princess, after all, this is a place of Buddhism, so it's better to be restrained." As he said, He glanced at Xiao Changmeng's casually open collar. A large expanse of snow-white skin fell into the eyes, but there was no intention of avoiding suspicion.
Xiao Changmeng felt his gaze, but didn't take it seriously. He snorted lightly, but still raised his hand, pulled up the collar, and held up the hairpin. The originally shaky hairpin instantly stabilized. Plugged into her bun.
Chanli stood up, stroked the wrinkles on his clothes caused by crossing his legs with his hands, walked slowly to the edge of the couch, and sat on the other side of the low table. He reached out to lift the teapot on the low table and poured himself a cup of hot tea.
The porcelain cup immediately became a little hot to the touch, but Chanli seemed to feel nothing. He picked up the teacup, brought the still steaming tea to his lips, and sipped it.
"Are things going as planned? I received news that Wen Jirou has left the imperial capital for the succession of the new leader of Yunzhong City." His beautiful eyes turned, and he looked at Chanli with a pair of seductive eyes, "Wen Jirou has Once the grand master leaves the imperial city and goes to Jiangnan, we may not be able to hide our affairs from him."
The heat of the tea gradually dissipated. Chanli drank the hot tea in his hand and put down the cup: "Princess, don't worry, I have speeded up and increased my vigilance." After a pause, he continued, "Wen Ji Rou, is it really as scary as the rumors say? I really want to have sex for a while."
"Do you think that an ordinary person can single-handedly push the unpopular Xiao Yanjing to the throne?" Xiao Changmeng snorted coldly, "His abilities are unfathomable. We cannot Take it lightly.”
**
Suburbs of Baili County
The further you go south of the Yangtze River, the stronger the breath of spring becomes.
The drizzle is like silk and the mist is like smoke.
The willows planted along the roadside were swaying in the drizzle and breeze. The fine white catkins were much calmer and did not fly around in the air, disturbing the breath of passers-by, so that people who kept sneezing in this season could get some relief. of gaps.
The rainwater flowed down the roofs piled with straw on the roadside, dripping on the ground "tick-tock, tick-tock". A khaki-colored puppy slept beside the pillar in the corner of the tea shed, regardless of the drizzle.
It stands to reason that in such a lively area on the outskirts of Baili County, there should be many people staying in the tea shed, especially when it rains. However, at this time, it was a bit empty, with only a man in a robe sitting inside. Wearing a gauze hat on her head, her true appearance is hidden.
The simplest bamboo and wooden tables and chairs were used in the tea shed, but there was a black-glazed wooden leaf-patterned lamp on the table. It doesn't fit in here. The corners of his white straight-fronted robe embroidered with green bamboo were stained with mud from the rain falling on the ground, but his master didn't seem to notice.
In the drizzle stood two swordsmen in black wearing green hats. Pedestrians who originally wanted to break into the tea shed to hide from the rain were shocked when they saw the two of them and subconsciously left.
"Tap, tap"
The sound of water splashing from the horse's hooves came from a distance. The sound was very soft. It seemed that it was still some distance away from the tea shed, but the ears of the two swordsmen in black picked it up sensitively.
"master."
Wen Jirou casually picked it up with the jade fan in her left hand, and the gauze covering in front of her was lifted open by the fan and placed on the gauze, revealing her face and white hair.
The sound of water splashing when the horse's hooves stepped into the mud, followed by the sound of the horse's slightly rough breathing, came from a distance.
**
Because it was a rainy day, Nanliluo did not dare to let the carriage go too fast, so he walked at a somewhat constant speed on the road.
The tea shed not far away gradually appeared in the field of vision.
"Sir," Nan Liluo's voice came from outside the carriage, "It seems that someone is already waiting for us."
Ranchen, who had been keeping his eyes closed in the car and seemed to be thinking about something, opened his eyes when he heard Nan Liluo's voice. Jiu Xia, who was sitting aside, noticed something keenly. She reached out and lifted the gauze on the window closer to her. In an instant, drizzle drifted into the car with the wind.
The tea shed came into view. Although the true appearance of the man in the tea shed was obscured, it was self-evident who he was.
"Xu"~
Nan Liluo pulled the reins in his hands, and the carriage stopped in front of the tea shed. A swordsman in black stepped forward and clasped his fists: "My master invites you."
Nan Liluo lifted the curtain of the car: "Young Master."
"It's okay," Ranchen waved his hand and looked at Gu Jianghe who was sitting next to him, "Miss Gu, I'm going to see a friend. It's rainy and dewy in the south of the Yangtze River. You'd better wait for me in the carriage and we'll go into the city together. "
Gu Jianghe nodded, and when she saw Ranchen getting out of the car, she rolled up the gauze curtain on the window.
The rain was pouring down, and a thin layer of mist appeared around the tea shed.
The people in the tea shed who were already wearing white clothes looked even more unreal because of the fog.
But just when Gu Jianghe looked towards the tea shed, the hand that picked up the black-glazed wooden leaf pattern seemed to pause for a moment, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked towards the direction of the carriage, seeming to have passed through layers of rain and fog, falling on On her body.
"Girl, what are you looking at?" Seeing Gu Jianghe in a daze, Jiuxia curiously moved her head towards him.
"Look at that person." She gestured in the direction of the tea shed with her eyes, and Jiuxia immediately looked at him with understanding.
"Did that person also live in Lord Ran's house a few days ago?" The fog made everyone in the tea shed look a little unreal, but the long hair as white as snow was unforgettable. "I remember seeing him, and he was very good-looking and very memorable."
"Did you feel that he was looking at us?"
"When you say that, it does seem like it."
"This person is really strange." He seemed to feel Gu Jianghe's gaze, but the owner of the eyes had no intention of avoiding it, and their eyes met directly. "Albino patients can almost only see themselves clearly. He cannot see anything beyond a few steps and cannot see light. But apart from his whitening and pink eyes, he has no other symptoms at all. And his ability to see objects seems to be stronger than that of ordinary people."
**
Pushing Ranchen's wheelchair into the tea shed, Nan Liluo bowed his hands and backed out. There were only two people left in the tea shed.
"The city lord's speed is too slow, which really makes it easier for me to wait."
Ranchen didn't take it seriously. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. The weather was still cool, so the tea had turned into cold tea because it had been poured for a while. It flowed down his throat. It was a bit cold. After drinking it, he smiled slightly and said, "Ran Chen's body has not changed, but the journey is indeed a bit slow. I've been waiting for you for a long time, Grand Master."
"Since you asked me to meet here, do you have any plans for Tianma Temple?"
"After I learned about this matter, I sent the master of Shuiyun Stream to inquire about it personally," Ranchen paused as he said this, then looked at Wen Jirou, his eyes becoming a little deeper, "Yesterday I received news , This time the emperor thought that Yunzhong City destroyed Tianma Temple, maybe it was not just because Chanli seduced the eldest princess and made the royal family lose face."
"Oh," Wen Jirou laughed, "It seems that the Lord of the City has obtained a lot of information. The strength of Yunzhong City cannot be underestimated."
