Quickly travel to redeem the villain and get excited

Zhu Ze pushed the door open and walked in. Heat hit his face. The air conditioner was on and the temperature was very high.

Zhu Ze scratched his colorful highlighted hair and threw his coat aside.

Then he turned around and winked at Wen Xi, then took the coat from her hand.

"I'm freezing to death." Zhu Ze muttered as he pulled Wen Xi to sit opposite Gu Bingyan.

Hot tea is simmering on a small clay stove on the table.

Gu Bingyan raised his head lightly, his expression as calm as water.

He has a shaved head, resolute eyebrows, brown pupils that seem to contain solid ice upon closer inspection, a straight bridge of nose, thin lips slightly pursed, and his whole person seems to exude an aura of keeping strangers away.

However, wearing a blue-gray layman's uniform softened his aura a bit.

Without saying a word, Gu Bingyan fiddled with the charcoal fire and poured hot tea for the two of them.

Ling Lingqi muttered useful information in his mind: "The villain has not officially become a monk yet. He just stays in the temple as a layman. The abbot said that his fate in this world is not over yet."

Wen Xi was in a daze on the surface, communicating with Ling Lingqi in her mind.

"So the villain is actually escaping from reality now?" Wen Xi thought.

"That's right. After all, the villain lived in a seemingly perfect and harmonious family for the past twenty years. Who knew that his father would turn out to be such a person after a sudden change." Zero Zero Seven replied.

Zhu Ze's eyes glanced restlessly at Wen Xi. She wore this dress like a private high-end dress. Her whole person exuded a charming and gentle aura, and even he couldn't control it.

His eyes passed over Gu Bingyan, but he didn't react at all.

Then his expression changed and he pretended to cry: "Swallow, you were not like this before I went abroad. What have you experienced in these short four years!"

Gu Bingyan remained silent, holding a circle of Buddhist beads in his knuckled hands and counting them one by one.

There was no reaction at all to Zhu Ze's dramatic behavior.

But there was a rare look of helplessness in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"By the way, let me introduce you first. This is my new friend. His name is..."

"Wen Xi." Wen Xi interrupted Zhu Ze's words with a smile.

Looking at the villain Gu Bingyan said seriously: "Nice to meet you, my name is Wen Xi."

Zhu Ze tilted his head and narrowed his eyes and asked Wen Xi: Why did you tell me about Xixi? You treat them differently!

Wen Xi smiled.

The thin and white fingertips look extremely attractive under the morning light.

Gu Bingyan didn't look sideways, lowered his eyes, held a Buddhist bead in his hand, nodded and said, "Amitabha."

Wen Xi had no choice but to take back her hand.

Seeing this, Zhu Ze calmed down a little. Is this... no response to beauty?

Zhu Ze drank a large cup of hot tea in one gulp and turned the cup around on the table in boredom.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zhu Ze's expression turned serious.

Gu Bingyan said expressionlessly: "Nothing."

"Don't keep giving me two-character words. When I left the country, you and your aunt were fine. I remember your relationship with your old man is not bad. Why did it suddenly become like this?"

Zhu Ze was a little bit fried.

Gu Bingyan closed his eyes and was silent for a while.

The hand counting the beads also stopped.

He opened his lips and said, "Don't force it."

Zhu Ze started to look irritable and scratched his frizzy hair: "Can you speak properly?"

Gu Bingyan added a cup of hot tea to him, "It's a bit late today, so I'll just stay here for one night and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning. Don't bother me again."

Zhu Ze took a pillow and put it under his head, and said lightly: "I finally saw it clearly, you are trying to escape. My aunt's body was still cold, but you turned around and entered the temple. The mistress took over the house and turned the world upside down. what do you think."

Wen Xi raised an eyebrow, Zhu Ze saw that he couldn't find anything, so he started to provoke the general.

Gu Bingyan's expression remained unchanged, "Everything is predestined and is just a dream."

Zhu Ze sneered: "If it is really a dream, what do you think these twenty years are? It doesn't matter if my aunt died in depression."

Gu Bingyan raised his eyes and looked out the window. It was now dark.

"Nothing."

Zhu Ze saw that he really couldn't pry out anything.

He turned around and winked at Wen Xi: It's up to you to find another way!

Wen Xi returned the look, put her elbow on the table, propped her head up and looked at Gu Bingyan, and yawned lightly.

After all, it was already past three in the morning.

The water mist floated to her eyes, making her soft and cute.

Wen Xi opened her lips: "All dharmas arise from causes and conditions, and all dharmas have empty causes and conditions. Listening to Zhu...ze, it seems that Mr. Gu's earthly fate has not been resolved, otherwise the master would not let Mr. Gu stay in the temple, but he has not Ordained.”

"Mr. Gu is currently just a layman, not a real monk. Am I right?"

Wen Xi picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"What do you mean!" Zhu Ze was excited and turned over to sit up.

Wen Xi explained: "Mr. Gu is currently just a practicing layman, not a true monk."

Zhu Ze's eyes lit up with joy, that meant there was still hope for help, and he had indeed seen the right person.

Gu Bingyan finally raised his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him.

She was indeed right.

So he didn't refute.

He just said lightly: "It's late at night, you two should rest."

After that, he walked away.

After leaving the quiet room, next door is the Zen room where Gu Bingyan rests.

Zhu Ze was not in a hurry to chase him. There was a quilt on the couch in the quiet room.

Wen Xi curled up on the couch and fell asleep.

Zhu Ze also fell asleep on the other side of the table.

Snow fell outside the window, and the sound of falling snow became louder and louder.

Gu Bingyan returned to the meditation room without turning on the light.

There was silence in the meditation room, and he sat cross-legged on the futon.

Counting the beads one by one in his hand.

On such a quiet night, it is inevitable that some memories will come to mind.

Before the age of 24, he had always thought that his parents were in love with each other all their lives, and that everyone in the upper class envied them, and he also grew up in a deep love.

However, who would have thought that at the age of 24, he would have a 23-year-old illegitimate brother.

How ridiculous!

My mother was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes dry and lifeless.

She just lay there quietly, without saying a word, until her life was exhausted.

Gu Bingyan was unable to comfort him.

If he looked into his life and found that he was just living in a fabricated and false fairy tale, he would not know how to react.

All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like fog or dew, and should be viewed as such.

He told himself over and over again.

Everything was in vain.

If not,

He was afraid that he would not be able to control his desire to destroy everything.

Sometimes, gods and demons are just in a thought.

They all said that his relationship with the world was still intact.

That's what they said.

What he needs is an opportunity.

Gu Bingyan instantly clenched the prayer beads in his hand so hard that he almost crushed it.

After a long while, he exhaled a long breath.

The water vapor turned into a white mist in the air.

All appearances are false.