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The years in the mountains always go slowly, and the winter of this year seems to be extraordinarily long.

While putting away his umbrella to shake the snow under the eaves, the young monk who went down the mountain to go shopping inadvertently heard the faint voice of conversation coming from the wing behind him.

Guessing that it should be his uncle Ye Ku was talking to that one again, but the little monk didn't dare to disturb him, so he wanted to run to the side to find his older brothers with an umbrella.

But before he got to the incense hall further inside, he saw two young monks about his age talking in the snow with a slightly distressed expression from afar.

"Are you the one who cleared the snow for the tree in the inner courtyard this morning?" A young monk asked.

"Yes...but I won't go again next time..." Another young monk looked distressed.

"Why? How can I see that except Junior Brother Guixue, no one else is willing to go to sweep it once. Is that tree really so scary?"

"No... Sigh, you don't understand, Junior Brother Guixue should have a more determined Buddha's heart, anyway, I looked up at the tree, ouch, I feel that I can't be a monk any longer..."

The chubby little monk blushed foolishly as he said that. Seeing the shy expression on his face, it was obvious that he remembered something that made him unforgettable.

After listening to their conversation, Gui Xue, who was holding an umbrella under the eaves, was also a little surprised. After a while, the little monk who had swept the fallen leaves and snow for the guest countless times in the past six months also slowly blushed, but he didn't. The two little senior brothers who went to startle him quickly lowered their heads and walked even faster.

There is no such thing as a firm Buddha's heart, but after he has seen it once, he rarely dares to look up again.

Sometimes I really wonder if Uncle Ye Ku deliberately came up with this method to test whether they are concentrating enough in practice, but how can ordinary people easily resist the beauty that is hard to find in the world?

The woodcutter in the mountains will surely forget his desire to chop firewood when he sees it, and the pilgrims who offer incense will also forget their desire to pray for Buddha when they see it.

Perhaps as the "Avatamsaka Sutra" said, the Buddha's soil produces five-color stems, one flower, one world, and one leaf, one Tathagata. Trees that grow up nourished by the Buddha's soil are destined to have this inviolable beauty, right?

No one knows the secret inner thoughts of little monk Gui Xue, and the quietly falling snowflakes are still slowly piling up in the monastery. In the wing room, Gui Xue's uncle Ye Ku is also with a man wearing a blue monk robe neatly , the young man with hair so long that it was hanging down his shoulders was talking while drinking tea.

"I'm going to leave immediately these few days, so you can stay in the monastery to recuperate." Ye Ku frowned.

"Is there something wrong with Wang Zhimo?" The young man also asked lightly when he heard the words.

"Well... He has sent me a letter every two weeks since he went to Gang Rinpoche, but it has been more than a month since the last time, and I am afraid that something will happen..."

Yu Ku's tone was a little worried. Since the incident happened to the person in front of him half a year ago, he and Wang Zhimo have been working hard to find a way to make him fully recover or even go further.

At that time, he and Wang Zhimo took him all the way back to Guanshan Temple, and Yu Ku revealed to him the true life experience of the young man, and also told him how to completely cure the young man and restore him to his original body. It was at that time that the young man of his friend decided to go to Gang Rinpoche alone to find something for his friend.

It's just that this trip has lasted more than half a year, and apart from the rare letters between the two, even Yi Kuo hasn't seen him for a long time, and heard his familiar voice.

And thinking in this way, Ye Ku first looked up at the young man's slightly improved complexion recently, and did not forget to repeat the old saying again to advise him.

"You may think I'm annoying in your heart, but please believe me, don't casually reveal your abilities and reveal your identity like before... Especially if you are not strong enough, I understand Life in the temple is unavoidably boring, but it’s always not safe to travel casually in heavy snow now. In addition, if I haven’t brought Wang Zhimo back after spring, and you can’t wait any longer, you can go down the mountain to find Tang Zong , he will tell you how to find us..."

"OK."

The well-meaning young man who restrains suffering will not understand. In fact, he himself is also very worried about what happened to Wang Zhimo, but with his current physical condition, he may not be able to support entering Gang Rinpoche's territory.

And just when the young man was thinking thoughtfully and quietly picked up the teacup in front of him to drink, he had just finished explaining the general situation and took out a cup from under the incense couch that was whiter and purer than the snow outside. The fur clothes and a smoky gray veil were slowly placed in front of the young man and put down.

"Your tree roots have almost recovered. If you feel that your feet can walk well, you can take advantage of the good weather to walk around the monastery, but... let's cover up your face a little bit, after all I My nephews will continue to stay in Buddhism in the future..."

The slightly embarrassed expression of Yu Ku made the young man in front of him a little confused. So, since he came here, he has fallen into the gradual disastrous defeat of most of his body and the constant blankness of a certain memory, but he is not sure about the quiet changes in his appearance. Not at all.

But as a person who used to be ordinary, it is definitely impossible to look really special now, and he would not say that he would immediately go to a mirror to look at his face when he was mentioned, so At that moment, the young man just nodded expressionlessly, and replied in a flat tone after taking the white clothes and gray gauze.

"Be careful on this trip, I hope to see you and him safely appearing in front of me in spring."

And hearing what he said, Ye Ku also smiled from the bottom of his heart, folded his hands and bent down to salute the young man in front of him.

"Yes, thank you too...Phoenix."

After Ye Ku thanked him, the next morning before dawn, he left the monastery as freely as when he left the monastery for the first time half a year ago. His other junior nephews were still asleep in a daze. Only the young man with a gray veil on his head whose face could not be seen clearly and Gui Xue who got up early to chant scriptures took some pasta brought by the pilgrims to send Biku.

"Guixue, after I leave, you must take good care of Fenghuang for me, you know?"

"Okay, please don't worry, Uncle Yiku."

After a brief exchange of two sentences, Yi Ku, who was dressed in a thick black monk robe, went down the mountain step by step under Gui Xue's gaze, and when Gui Xue turned around, she happened to find that the phoenix benefactor that Master Yi Ku was talking about was in the middle of the mountain. Stand quietly behind yourself.

"Wen... Wen Benefactor, let's go back then."

Without having to see the face of the phoenix benefactor, Gui Xue's psychological pressure was reduced a lot, but he always remembered Ye Kuo's entrustment to him, so his attitude towards the phoenix benefactor was almost the same as holding a fragile piece of paper. Like snow, he didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear that he would be surprised by himself and bump into something, and disappear all of a sudden.

"Okay, let's go."

Answering like this, he raised his hand and touched the bald head of the little monk in front of him. When he finally couldn't see the back of Ye Ku leaving, the phoenix in white was finally willing to look away, and when they walked back together, they He also had a friendly chat with Gui Xue.

"Did you find your own flowers later?" Gui Xue asked in a low voice.

"...No, I'm still looking for it." The young man replied lightly.

"Maybe it will be easier to find it in spring, but there is no need to worry too much." Gui Xue comforted again.

"Well, I'll try not to rush it."

Listening to the young man's gentle but stubborn tone, one always feels that he is a bit serious and cute, and Gui Xue, who was infected by his anxiety that he tried not to get up at all, couldn't help laughing, and looked at how much better he was than before. He seemed relieved as well, thinking that after he went back, maybe he should talk to the brothers in the kitchen, and make some delicious vegetarian meals for the Phoenix benefactor to nourish his body, and don't always drink a bowl of tea for a while. Day by day, it looks thinner and thinner, even if it is a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, it will gradually wither...

The kind-hearted little monk, Fenghuang, didn't know that his peaceful life in this monastery would soon come to an end. One evening, two off-road vehicles that ran over the snow and left rows of dirty wheel marks stopped at the gate of Guanshan Temple.

"Excuse me... Who are the benefactors looking for?"

Seeing a group of men and women in modern clothes approaching from a distance, Gui Xue, who happened to be sweeping snow at the door, froze for a moment. He almost subconsciously blocked the door of the temple and asked with a frown. A beautiful woman just smiled coquettishly, then poked Guixue's little head rudely with a sharp finger painted with bright nail polish and said,

"Little bald donkey, we are people from the ground plant, and we came to you specially to find someone. Is there a bodhi tree plant-like human in your temple?"

Being poked by a woman's finger on the scalp was painful, Gui Xue, who was always good-tempered, turned her face coldly away from these vulgar and noisy people, and then deliberately swept the snow with the broom in her hand before replying in a stiff tone,

"I don't know where to plant, what kind... I don't know, we only have peonies, peonies, pine trees, cypresses in this temple, and there is no Bodhi—"

The words stopped for some reason, because Gui Xue suddenly remembered who the bodhi tree in the temple was referring to, wasn't it the Master Yi Ku who he had just left?

And thinking like this, just when Gui Xue, who was frowning, was thinking about what she should do, the woman who was choked by him sneered displeasedly, then turned her head and smiled at the men beside her. Fei smiled and mocked,

"The stinky monk in this ruined temple has a lot of airs. Those of us who came from the government will not receive them... You can figure it out yourself. If you say that these two are also five trees, the chances of finding other five trees and six flowers will be high." Bigger, but who knows if this is true, isn’t that sugar palm just trash, it’s useless especially if you find it here, and you have to waste so much oil to carry along the way..."

"Hey, sister Mei, don't say that, let me communicate with the little master personally, okay? Don't make us like the underworld, it's not good..."

Behind him, a shrewd man with thin glasses opened his mouth somewhat helplessly. The sister Mei he was talking about snorted coldly and walked away, then looked at the usual cunning man slowly. Tun Tun walked to Gui Xue's side, squatted down with a smile on his face and rubbed his hands that were red from the cold,

"Amitabha, little master, we really came to have a good talk with your uncle. Your uncle is called Yiku, right? You go and tell him that we are from the investigation and development department of the headquarters of the local plantation. There is a special big project to find the legendary Five Trees and Six Flowers and the Divine Tree. Mr. Sugar Palm among the five trees is now in our car. We have a large number of manuscripts and some maps drawn by Mr. Xiao Ao. It was really carefully prepared—"

Before the rambling words in his mouth could be finished, the man felt that he was holding a hand, and Gui Xue, who had a face of resistance, was pulled behind him by a white figure that appeared quietly at the gate of the temple. The group stood up straight, and none of the group noticed when this person appeared. Naturally, there was a bit of astonishment on their faces.

"Please don't make too much noise in this kind of place."

The voice made through a layer of gray veil was very indifferent, and the face of the young man in white clothes and long hair was not very real, but this outfit should be the monk who practiced with hair in the temple, and he immediately thought of the legendary man with long hair But it was a monk's bodhi tree to curb suffering. The man who wanted to be a lobbyist immediately smiled respectfully, and made a strange salute.

"Hey, this...is the Master of Suffering, right? Oh, I've heard you for a long time, the little master was not very obedient just now, so I just talked to him casually... Hey, Xiao Zhang, go and get Mr. Sugar Brown in the car Bring it out too, it happens that we go into the temple together to chat with Master Yiku, I really hope that we can have a cup of fragrant tea to drink quickly, this damn weather is really exhausting..."

Self-consciously making the arrangements and going to the temple to breathe again, the man's familiar shameless look made Gui Xue tremble, but there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, he wished that Uncle Ye Ku could really be here, even if he had to beat these loud, noisy and rude people with a quick twig.

And when he was thinking like this, he suddenly saw some delicate and soft branches sprang out from the snow under these people's feet, and first they caught these guys' feet like ropes and threw them all to the ground. On the ground, after slowly giving the man and woman who were noisy before two whips like a ruler, they barely stopped.

"The rules in the temple, if you shout loudly, you will be fined two rulers."

The young man who has lived in Guanshan Temple for more than half a year knows better than anyone the precepts these young monks have to read every day, because almost every morning he sees the little monk holding the ruler and begging the master to spare his life. Xiangtang received the punishment.

It's just that even children know this kind of basic etiquette, but some adults who have lived most of their lives still don't understand it. Thinking about it this way, he didn't try to explain his mistaken identity. This group of people who were trembling with anger but really calmed down, clasped their hands together and saluted after a while,

"Now you can come in and have a cup of fragrant tea, but keep quiet, please."

After saying this, the young man took Gui Xue's hand to get out of the way into the temple. He actually heard almost everything the man said to Gui Xue just now. Look at their clothes and the two cars with government license plates. Che should also know that they didn't talk, but why Tang Zong followed them and the so-called Xiao Ao's map manuscript still aroused his curiosity.

And a few minutes later, when he took these people to sit down in the tea room, and found another young monk in the temple to find some old tea from last year to make a brew, he also stood at the door and waited for him. Tang Zong, who didn't seem to be under any physical confinement, chatted a few words.

"What's going on, who are they?"

"...They are really from the government, and they know a lot of things. I am obviously not Yong Jincheng, and they know about taking his body, so they use this to deliberately threaten me, and they must follow them. , I was afraid that Yong Jinnian would kill me if he found out about this, so he just came here out of nowhere..."

He rubbed his brows with a depressed face, Tangzong obviously came here in a hurry along the way, but fortunately there are no obvious injuries on his body, it seems that he was really driven by these well-prepared local planters to put ducks on the shelves , and thinking like this, the young man with gray gauze on his face asked Tang Zong in front of him again,

"Do they really have my grandfather's manuscripts and maps?"

"Well... I took a sneak peek at the side, and there is indeed some map or something, but I'm not sure if it's true or not, and I don't know your grandfather, but speaking of it, where did the bitter man go? Oh, why are you here alone, and what's wrong with your face, do you have a rash? Why are you blocking it with something on purpose..."

Tang Zong's question Wen Ying didn't answer him right away, he thought for a while in silence, and then used his fingers to slightly push away the gray veils, and seeing Tang Zong in front of him showing a dumbfounded expression, the expressionless Wen Ying Putting down the gray gauze and thinking about it, she said to him lightly,

"...I have entered the early stage of flowering, and this is the situation now. Yiku went to Gang Rinpoche a few days ago, and I can't contact people for the time being. Don't let these people find out that I am not Yiku... I am here I think if this matter is indeed related to my grandfather, and you and I are destined to be unable to avoid it, why not go there with them to see what's going on."

"Ah... Then are you in better health? Can you survive with them?" Tang Zong was still a little uneasy about him.

"It's nothing serious, don't worry."

Tang Zong was slightly relieved by Wen Ying's calm answer. He knew that the young man hadn't recovered the memory of that day in Cangqing, so he deliberately avoided the events of that day except for a brief caring.

After they chatted for a few more words to confirm that each other had a good idea, Wen Ying served the guests who had been frozen in the tea room for half a day with the stale tea that had been deliberately brewed many times and had almost no taste.

And when they saw this weird bodhi tree finally coming, these people, whose mouths were almost purple from the cold, were about to lose their temper when they saw this young man in white clothes like snow and with a gray veil veiled slowly. He walked up to them and sat down, and asked softly,

"If I agree to go with you now, can you tell me in advance what you are looking for? Is it another place?"

This sentence immediately made these people's anger go back. Knowing that Ye Ku is willing to follow them to find Wushu Liuhua, the little blow he received before must not be a big deal. After all, according to Mr. Xiao Ao's manuscript , There is indeed a special connection between the five trees and six flowers and the sacred tree. Thinking about it this way, the man who was the first to speak just pushed the glasses on his nose quickly, and then expressed his excitement and expectation. Looking at Wen Ying in front of her eyes, she said,

"Of course, of course, as long as Master Yiku can go with us, this is our common secret... Our first stop is north of Heihe, in the Oroqen ethnic gathering place on Aershan. It is said that there is a kind of It is a magical plant, it is guarded by a spirit snake, it will only bloom in the deep winter, and when it blooms, it will be blessed by Buddha's light, so that the surrounding grass and trees can spend the winter safely..."

——"And his name is... Diyong Jinlian."