The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

The Yaohua Temple is located in the Xingxiu Temple a few miles away from Muchuan City.

Muchuan is a small city, but the people in the city live a simple life, and they love the activities of worshiping Buddha and praying for blessings.

Half of the people in the city believe in gods, while the other half believe in the Taoist temple of Mount Liuxuetan, claiming that it is the patron saint of the mortal world, and there is no room for two tigers on one mountain. Therefore, the people in the city are divided into cliques, fighting each other openly and secretly, and the Xingxiu Temple is naturally destroyed. Move out of town.

When the three of them found it, it was dusk in the sky, and the fiery red sunset was already preparing to set in the west.

In the early spring, just after the continuous drizzle, the sprouting willows swayed back and forth after being moistened, as if they were swaying after the wind, frost, rain and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.The withered yellow weeds all over the ground disappeared and drifted away following the mournful bleakness, replaced by budding red flowers, bright green and tender buds and leaves, green poplars and grass, willow leaves producing smoke, grass growing and warblers flying, everywhere full of vitality.

Half-pole spring water slide, a period of sorrow in the setting sun.

Perhaps the city is not big, and the Xingxiu Temple is not too big, let alone the Yaohua Temple.

Although the temple hall is not grand, it is still majestic and solemn. The golden light of the setting sun shines in front of the somewhat old temple, shining brightly in the lobby.The eaves at the four corners are tilted towards the sky, like a phoenix flying high.

Behind the temple is a mountain range, which shines colorfully under the golden light of the setting sun. Outside the temple is a scarlet wall and resplendent glazed tiles. On both sides of the temple gate are two stone unicorns. The unicorn sits on the stone pier, proudly Majestic, bared teeth and staring, very spectacular.

The three of them climbed up the few stone steps, and saw the four red gold characters of "Star Dou Yaohua" on the sunken wooden plaque on the door frame of Yaohua Temple, which were eye-catching.

As it was getting dark, there were very few people who came to worship and offer incense in the temple. In the wide-open temple with rich doors, two or three people were sparsely carrying small bamboo baskets with a vermilion square handkerchief on the basket. In the temple, take out the white porcelain plate with freshly made snacks and fruits in the basket and place it on the altar in front of the Buddha statue, then kneel on the futon and bow three times to express your wishes.

If you look closely, among the only three or two people, only one woman came, and the Xuanwu Temple next to it has more people than the Yaohua Temple.

Jing Zhan can see at a glance that there are the most women in the Meishan Temple. Apart from Su Wangli, he is also in charge of marriage. , but other women are willing to hang around in the temple of the three immortals, but they don't want to come to Su Wangli's Yaohua Temple.

Jing Zhan was puzzled at the beginning, it wasn't that he was bragging, his master was indeed a thousand times prettier than the other three immortals, but why these women refused to appreciate it?

Suddenly, the words of the storyteller on the first floor of Wazi in the Chu Pavilion floated in his mind.

———"Yaohua Xianjun, bare. Breast. Show. Breasts, with a kind face and a smile, thick earlobes, just like a big Buddha."

Jing Zhan didn't pay much attention at first, how ugly the statue can be, could it really be like a giant Buddha?

It wasn't until Jing Zhan stepped into the Yaohua Temple and saw the statue of Su Wangli that he understood why these young girls didn't come.

What caught Jing Zhan's eyes was a big Buddha statue. It was really open. Breasts. Exposed. Breasts, sitting cross-legged, clasping hands together and smiling. The sculptor seemed to be a master, and he carved this Buddha statue abruptly. That is a lifelike, lifelike, full of fun.

This is completely two people with his master!

There is almost no resemblance!

Liu Chehan couldn't help being stunned when he saw this giant Buddha, and couldn't hold back a chuckle, but was stared back by Su Wangli's squinting eyes, the chuckle spilled out of his throat and just reached the tip of his tongue, Liu Chehan turned around abruptly Swallow it back and turn into a light cough.

Jing Zhan looked at his master calmly, and saw Su Wangli standing upright with his hands behind his back, his waist straight, and the jade belt around his waist outlined Su Wangli's slender and tough figure. From this angle, Jing Zhan could only see Su Wangli From the carefully carved side face, Su Wangli's ears were flushed at this time, his brows were lowered, his sharp eyes were fixed on the statue of Yaohua Immortal in front of him, and his thin lips were pursed into a thin line.

Obviously, his master was angry, and he was furious.

But it's normal to think about it. If his idol is repaired so that it has no resemblance to him, if it were him, he would be annoyed.

Jing Zhan made excuses for his master's anger in his heart.

That's right, that's it.

Moreover, this absurd appearance was seen by his apprentice, his master was a thin-skinned one, so he would definitely not be able to bear such absurdity, so he could only cover it up with anger.

Jing Zhan didn't know when he started to make excuses for everything Su Wangli did. He was mean for his own good, arrogant because he was thin-skinned, and indifferent because he was not used to getting along with others.

Just like that, Su Wangli had long since lost the bitterness and arrogance in his heart. On the contrary, he understood Su Wangli's heart, and felt that his master... was cuter... more pleasing I like it...

As long as Jing Zhan thinks of Su Wangli in his mind now, he will unconsciously become cheerful and lighthearted.

He thought, it would be nice to be like this, to be by Su Wangli's side, to love him, to protect him, to stay by his side all the time, and he would be satisfied. He just wanted to sink his dirty and dirty thoughts to the bottom of his heart I am very grateful to be able to silently accompany Master like this every day.

Perhaps Jing Zhan's eyes were too hot, or Su Wangli was always looking at Jing Zhan from the corner of his eyes. Jing Zhan saw Su Wangli slowly turning his head back, and a pair of clear, shameful and angry fox eyes looked at him. Jing Zhan suddenly I felt that my heart stopped beating, and the sound of burning incense around me suddenly amplified, crackling in my ears.

Su Wangli turned his head back in just a moment.

What he saw was because he was dazzled, because he was thinking too much.

That's right, he must be self-indulgent!

Otherwise, how could there be a tenderness and delicacy in those slender eyes that I have never seen before.

Liu Chehan interrupted the unknowing behavior of the two of you. He approached Su Wangli and said softly: "Master, why don't you ask the lower realm to repair a new statue for you? No matter how you look at it, this statue doesn't look like it. It's you, Master."

Su Wangli stared straight at the Buddha statue with his bright eyes, and said coldly, "No need."

Jing Zhan was most annoyed when he saw Liu Chehan talking to Su Wangli, so he immediately stepped forward, got closer to his master, and asked, "Why?"

Only then did Su Wangli turn his head back, glanced at him, seemed to roll his eyes at him, and said, "There are 85 big cities in the east, west, north, south, and a big city contains dozens of small cities, no matter how big the city is or how small the Yaohua Temple is. There will be hundreds of statues, if one is rebuilt, then the rest of the hundreds will also have to be rebuilt, and one statue will require tens or hundreds of people, so it’s too wasteful.”

Jing Zhan suddenly realized, why would Su Wangli not want to cultivate, who would want to see himself completely different from himself?It's just that his master understands the suffering of the people.

"But I heard that Immortal Qiande is dissatisfied with his statue, but he asked the common people to repair it twice." Liu Chehan said.

"I can't control how he does it."

"........."

Liu Chehan was flustered by Su Wangli's indifference, and finally shut up completely and stopped talking.

Jing Zhan walked around the temple, and found that except for the golden lacquer statue and the tribute incense burner placed in front of the statue, the rest of the temple was empty and there was nothing.

Even the tributes on the altar were pitifully small, almost penniless.

It seems that his master has contributed a lot to the world, and he has not gained much.

"Since you've seen it, let's go back." Su Wangli turned around to leave, unwilling to stay here for a moment longer.

"Master," Jing Zhan quickly called to stop him: "Master, it's getting late, we might as well rest at Yaohua Temple for one night before leaving."

Jing Zhan was indeed very tired. He couldn't bear it due to excessive physical exertion, let alone Su Wangli, who was physically weak. Besides, if he went back to Penglai, Su Wangli would lock himself in the room all day long. I won't see him for another ten and a half months, and if I don't come back, I can still see Su Wangli more.

Su Wangli glanced at the sky outside the door, it was indeed completely dark, like white paper splashed with black ink, it was so dark that no color could be seen.

It was true that he was not feeling well, and it was naturally what he wanted to be able to rest for a night, so he agreed.

Jing Zhan was ecstatic, and immediately found a bed for his master, but there is no comfortable and warm cotton quilt in this barren mountain.

Su Wangli saw him running in and out, carrying back piles of wet straw, spreading the wet grass into two balls, getting up to look for something, seeing Liu Chehan teasingly at him.

Immediately said coldly: "If you want to sleep on your own bed, I didn't mess with you."

Liu Chehan ignored him, kicked his legs and leaped onto the roof beam in Tsing Yi, and then lay on his back on the roof beam, crossed his legs, and fell asleep.

Seeing him like this, Jing Zhan sneered, then took the candle that was still burning in the temple and put it on the wet grass, and dried the wet grass carefully.

Put the candle back to its original place, and lay down on it, feeling uncomfortable, with a wrinkled face.

Then he seemed to think of something, and ran out of the temple again.

Su Wangli stood aside, watching Jing Zhan running back and forth, thinking that Jing Zhan was going to fetch some wet grass again.

Unexpectedly, Jing Zhan came in with four futons in his arms.

Seeing that Su Wangli was looking at him, he smiled and explained: "There is no wet grass outside, and these are too hard, so I brought the futons from Xuanwu Temple and Qiande Temple. Put it on first, and I will send it back to them tomorrow."

"If you are like this, if you let them know, you will definitely hold grudges against you." Su Wangli sighed lightly, burying his grievances on his lips, but stretched out his hands that were behind him for the first time, and took Jing Zhan's arms and hugged him with difficulty. cushions.

Jing Zhan smiled even wider, and immediately said, "Thank you, Master."

Liu Chehan was lying on his back with his head sideways towards the two of them. Seeing this scene, he closed his eyes calmly, turned his head to the other side, and stopped moving.

The two didn't know it.

Jing Zhan spread the two futons in his hands on the hay, then took the two futons from Su Wangli and spread them under the two futons, then lay down on it himself and tried it, finally got up satisfied, and let Su Wangli lie down. Down.

Seeing that there was only a thin layer of dry grass on Jing Zhan's side, Su Wangli asked, "What about you? What are you going to do?"

Jing Zhan looked down at the dry grass under him, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I'm strong, that's all."

"Impossible!" Su Wangli said angrily, "I still have two balls of fu mats in this temple, you can bring the two from Meishan Temple..."

"How can this work! Master's futon, I can't sleep." Jing Zhan immediately interrupted Su Wangli.

"You..." Su Wangli was worried in his heart, he just wanted to scold the apprentice for being so stupid and pitiful, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

Although it was early spring, there was a cool breeze at night, and the Yaohua Temple was already empty without any shelter, so sleeping like this for one night would definitely catch a cold.

Jing Zhan was a little dazed and blinked his fine eyes a few times. Is his master caring about him?

The orange candle flickered and flickered, and the candlelight reflected on Su Wangli's delicate and smooth handsome face. He frowned, his eyes looked at him, and his lips were tightly pursed. In those fox eyes shining with the candlelight, Jing Zhan had never seen him before. concerns.

No, no, no, I can't read any more!

The dirty desires that have been hidden are about to break out.

"Go to sleep, master, I have to return those two immortals tomorrow morning." Jing Zhan immediately avoided looking at Su Wangli's eyes, forcefully suppressing the desire in his heart.

Su Wangli saw Jing Zhan laying down on his side with his back to him, so he stopped talking, closed his clothes and lay down.

The futon was already soft, and with a layer of fluffy hay underneath, it was even more comfortable.

They were indeed all tired, and not long after, they only heard the sound of even breathing from the Yaohua Temple and the bursting of nearly burnt candles from time to time.

It was night, and the cool wind suddenly picked up, blowing away the lush leaves and grass outside the temple, and making a burst of sand.

A pair of bright fox eyes opened suddenly, and in the center of the temple, a man dressed in white sat up.

The candles had long been burned out, and the temple was completely dark at this time, only the bright moon and stars above the sky outside the house shone down, casting a layer of silver hoarfrost in the temple.

Su Wangli looked at Jing Zhan not far away.

Jing Zhan didn't sleep well, probably because he had been blown by the cold wind for a long time, his whole body was curled up, one arm was folded under his head, his brows were furrowed, as if he had a nightmare.

Su Wang was worried about Jing Zhan in his heart, and his sleepiness was light, and he woke up with the slightest sound of wind and grass.

He got up lightly, took one of his warm futons and placed it under Jing Zhan's head, and gathered the other three futons beside Jing Zhan. Seeing that Jing Zhan was still curled up and sleeping unsteadily, he put himself The brocade cloak on his body was taken off and slowly covered Jing Zhan.

Xu Shi finally warmed up, Jing Zhan's frowning brows slowly loosened, and his curled up body gradually stretched out.

Su Wangli breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and looked back at the smiling Buddha.

A pair of slender jade fingers clenched tightly, and then relaxed again after only a moment.

As if making up his mind, he walked towards the Buddha.

I saw him approaching his own Buddha statue, looking at him devoutly and cherishingly.

Then he remembered something, and took out a piece of broken Qionghan crisp from the oiled paper bag beside Jing Zhan. It seemed that it was missing, so he picked up another piece, and carefully wrapped the oiled paper bag.

Put two pieces of shortbread on a white porcelain plate on the altar in front of the Buddha.

Then, he stepped back a few steps to the front of the futon, knelt down slowly, and prayed devoutly, sincerely, and closed his eyes from the bottom of his heart.

"If you can really hear, then...then please...please..."

The moon and stars are sparse, the wind is blowing and the clouds are relaxing, and a little bit of fluorescent light is flying around from the quiet grass, illuminating the stars and Yaohua, pulling out layers of spring silk, entangled with delicate feelings, and thawing this iceberg that rejects people.

Different from the cold night wind outside the temple, Su Wangli's heart was so hot, so longing, so greedy at this moment.

"Please...give us a marriage..."

The wind is blowing, and the world is dim.

The Immortal Yaohua paid homage to the Immortal Yaohua, humbly longing for a good marriage.

He was finally moved, fell in love, humble and longing to speak out the most secret dirty desires in his heart.

"I beg you......"

At this moment, only Su Wangli knew that what he worshiped was not Buddha, but desire.

The arrogant and mean Queqiao Xingdou, Yaohua Immortal Lord, in front of his own Buddha statue and his own desires, humbled into the dust and fell into the abyss.

Hundred years of pride,

A hundred years of indifference,

But because Jing Zhan called Master,

Give birth to love roots.