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The old monk was not wearing cassock, but was wearing a dark yellow robe and a pair of black cloth shoes. When he saw Lin Qingqian coming out, he bowed slightly, "Amitabha, Lord Lin, we meet again."

Lin Qingqian turned her head to indicate that the child was fine, then closed the door, went to the corridor, looked at the old monk, "How did the master find this place?"

The old monk bowed, "It's a shame to say that this store was still owned by the poor monk before he became a monk. Although these vulgar things have already been belongings outside his body after he became a monk, they are more or less useful. Benefactor, the poor monk can be regarded as breaking the precept."

"I'm bothering Master Qingxiu." Lin Qingqian's eyes were deep in thought, but he said politely, "I don't know why Master came to find me?"

The old monk didn't answer, but asked first, "Benefactor Lin, can you go to another place to talk to the poor monk?" He looked around and made a bow, "After all, I'm afraid that walls have ears."

Lin Qingqian was silent for a while, then nodded, "Wait a minute."

She pushed open the door, hugged Song Qingyue, who was squatting at the door and looked at the door worriedly, and whispered in her ear, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

Song Qingyue grabbed her sleeve and said in a low voice, "You can't hide anything from me, and if you have to make a very important decision, you can't hide it from me."

Lin Qingqian laughed, "I don't even know what to do? The old monk is still fighting me."

"Intuition," Song Qingyue spoke decisively, looked at Lin Qingqian, and said solemnly: "I'm not a child anymore, let's face things together, shall we?"

Lin Qingqian looked into the child's eyes and kissed him slightly.

Song Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly sweeping its wings, tugging at Lin Qingqian's heartstrings, and disturbing her already restless mood.

She looked away from the child's eyes, looked at the person in front of her, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, pulled her closer to her arms, and leaned slightly into her ear, "I promise you."

From Lin Qingqian's lips, there was a swearing reply, but on the face was guilt and thought.

She really hates this kind of hug, can't see each other's eyes, can't see each other's heart-but she has to do it.

As smart as Song Qingyue, if he looked into her eyes, he would know she was lying.

Maybe she won't say anything, but I never want to break her heart.

The child let out a sigh of relief, and coquettishly whispered in her ear, "You promise."

"I promise." Lin Qingqian calmed down, moved away from her ear, kissed her temples, and said with a smile.

"Go take a shower, you have to get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise, go to bed early tonight." Lin Qing fondly rubbed her head and gave her a push, "I'll be back soon."

She turned around with a doting smile, with a hint of confusion and gloom on her face.Walking out of the room, bowed slightly to the old monk, "Master, let's go."

The old monk gave her a meaningful look, and then led the way, "Benefactor Lin, this way please."

The two walked silently along the long corridor and came to the elevator.The old monk skillfully entered the fingerprint and password, and then pressed the top layer.

Lin Qingqian's expression changed slightly, "Master, when did you become a monk?"

The old monk shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I can't remember clearly. The poor monk is always confused about how old he is. How can he remember these things. But it must have been a long time ago."

Lin Qing's shallow eyes dimmed.

The old monk didn't say a word of truth.

The elevator quickly went to the top floor - there was a huge terrace with one-way glass as the wall, and the scenery of the entire Wanfo Mountain was unobstructed.

Insects chirping, birds chirping, and people's voices buzzing.

The old monk walked to the glass wall, looked at the bustling crowd below, and asked in a low voice: "Benefactor Lin, I wonder which one you counted when you counted the Arhats?"

"I don't remember very clearly either," Lin Qingqian smiled, "It was just auspicious in the first place."

The two looked at each other, then both smiled and shook their heads, looking away. "Benefactor Lin, it's okay if you don't want to mention it, but the poor monk has to remind you that the Bodhisattva's words are still in my heart." The old monk looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance and spoke slowly. "The poor monk knows a little about qi-watching techniques. Benefactor Lin is the image of a rich man, but he has to pay attention to one thing in his daily life."

"What's the matter?" Lin Qingqian felt a little uneasy.

The old monk's eyes were burning but not threatening, "Be careful, the person surnamed Song."

Lin Qingqian clenched her hands behind her back suddenly, she couldn't control the surprise on her face for a moment, and showed a flamboyant and ugly smile, "Master, your qi-watching technique is very reliable, which surname can you accurately identify?"

The old monk was thick-skinned, his complexion did not change, and he made a bow, "Benefactor Lin, you are destined to have too much involvement with people surnamed Song in your life, and the poor monk is just a reminder. As for whether to do it, it depends on Lin Lin." The donor himself."

No.

Lin Qingqian felt that she had been in a passive position all along—the old monk's savage words made people unable to understand the purpose of her visit, so she decided to turn against the customer.

"Master, how did you know my surname is Lin?" She looked at the old monk with a smile.

The old monk was taken aback for a moment, then hid his surprise well, and said with a smile, "It's the poor monk who broke the precept, and asked the hotel supervisor for your name."

Lin Qingqian nodded with a smile, and then continued to speak without surprise, "Master, was your lay surname before you became a monk, was it Xie?"

Decades ago, the Lin family was still riding the tide of the reform and opening up, and the Luo family was still marching forward with the drumbeat of the times. There was only one Xie family left with strength and ability. On the top of Wanfo Mountain, such a family can be called a luxury The hotel—and decades later it is still privately owned by the old monk in front of him and has not been taken over by the state, must have a deep background.

She couldn't think of any other answer, so she just swiped and tricked the old monk.

This is the change in the old monk's eyes. He looked at Lin Qingqian with admiration and admiration, and shook his head, "After the poor monk became a monk, he forgot the secular world. I'm sorry the poor monk can't give the answer to what the benefactor said."

Lin Qing smiled and nodded, "Understood."

Well, I was cheated out by myself, but I just signaled myself not to go outside to make a statement.

However, Lin Qingqian was very curious: Why did this come out? The original work did not mention that the Xie family and the Lin family had such a entanglement, and the original owner did not have the slightest impression of this old man in his memory--the old man of the Xie family was not either. The man in front of her, she has seen the old man before.

But this person's attitude was very strange. While giving him the Jade Buddha, he made himself wary of someone surnamed Song. For a while, Lin Qingqian couldn't tell friend from foe.

The two men's words were witty, and the words back and forth were actually a tie - at least Lin Qingqian thought so.

You know who I am, and I also guess who you might be. There will be winners and losers, no loss.

The old monk was bleeding in his heart.

It's too miserable, the heir of the Lin family is really powerful.

The poor monk is really miserable.

The atmosphere between the two fell into a stalemate, and finally the old monk spoke first, "Amitabha, the poor monk has a predestined relationship with the benefactor, and the benefactor is staying here for one night, is it to watch the sunrise?"

Lin Qingqian looked at the old monk, "Of course it is."

The old monk smiled, "Benefactor Lin, this is the best viewing platform in the entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain. Someone will bring Benefactor Lin and another benefactor to watch the scenery tomorrow, so it's a little reward for bothering Benefactor Lin. "

Lin Qingqian's heart was suddenly filled with suspicion, but her face remained unchanged, and she said gently, "Then thank you, master."

The old monk made a bow, "It's okay if Master Lin wants to stay here for a while, but the poor monk still has some things to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Lin Qingqian narrowed her eyes and looked at the old monk's leaving back, and said suddenly, "Master, do you mean that there will be Buddha's light tomorrow?"

The best viewing time for the Buddha's light is from 2 to 5 pm, which is already too late now.It depends on luck. Some people saw it when they came to Wanfo Mountain for the first time, and some people didn't even look at it after staying for more than ten days.

When the Buddha's light appears, viewers sometimes suddenly find their own figure appearing in the halo, and it follows like a shadow, which is very magical, so it is covered with many mysterious colors.

The old monk turned around and bowed, "Everything is fate. If Master Lin and the Buddha are destined, you can see it naturally."

Lin Qing looked at him with a slight smile, "The Buddha saves all living beings, but will he save people like me?"

The old monk raised his head, looked at Lin Qingqian carefully, and then lowered his head again, "The Buddha doesn't save sentient beings, the Buddha only saves / predestined people."

Lin Qingqian was silent, and turned around to look at the tourists posing for photos and the peddlers hawking, then she sneered and shook her head.

She still didn't quite believe it.

Looking back, the old monk had already left.

She pondered for a while, shook her head, went downstairs, and returned to her room.

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Song Qingyue finished washing early, and was waiting for Lin Qingqian to come back.Seeing Lin Qingqian enter the door, the tiger pounced on her, with his legs hooked around Lin Qingqian's waist, and the whole body hung on her body, "Lin Qingqian, what did that master say to you?"

Lin Qingqian intended to tease the child, so she said softly, "He said he knows some qi-watching skills, so he reminded me."

"What?" Song Qingyue jumped off Lin Qingqian in an instant, and took out a small notebook from somewhere, as if he wanted to take notes.

Lin Qingqian suppressed a smile, "He said that a person surnamed Song would be a hurdle in my life, so let me be careful with those surnamed Song."

The pen in the child's hand fell to the ground with a thud, disbelief and grievance flashed in his eyes, he turned and fell on the bed dejectedly, and pulled the quilt aside to cover himself.

Lin Qingqian leaned against the cabinet, seeing that the child hadn't reacted yet, a little amused.

But Song Qingyue didn't react, but suddenly jumped up and spat fiercely, "Feudal superstition! I can't believe it!"

She looked up and saw the smile on Lin Qingqian's face, she was taken aback for a moment, then rushed over with all her teeth and claws, "Lin Qingqian, are you kidding me?"

However, she felt a little more at ease: If the person surnamed Song really refers to herself, then Lin Qingqian would not react in this way.

Lin Qingqian firmly caught the child who was flying over, and said with a smile: "No, he really said that." She took the child and fell on the bed, "It's true that he wasn't referring to you, but he also meant to What are you suggesting to me?"

The child frowned and rolled over to her, and buried his head in the hollow of her shoulder, "Why can't I understand?"

Lin Qingqian considered his words, "Let me tell you this, this old monk is from the Xie family, and this hotel is his property, so he was able to find us. He left out my surname at the beginning, and used him to read the registration The information about the check-in has been prevaricated. So logically, he should know our last names, but when he called us, they were 'Benefactor Lin' and 'Another benefactor'. If you are the one he wants me to Be wary of that person, then he will naturally say 'Song Benefactor' directly, but he didn't, which means that he doesn't know your surname at all, and you are worthless in his eyes. Combined with his surname Xie, and he is so old, It should be knowing some secret inside information, reminding me: Be careful of the people in the company." She scratched her head in distress, "But Song is a common surname, how should I rule it out?"

Song Qingyue stared, trying to keep up with Lin Qingqian's train of thought, "I...seem to understand." But she quickly asked again, "Didn't the Xie family have a grudge against us? How could you help me?"

Lin Qingqian snorted the child's head, and said with a smile: "The Xie family and the Luo family are different from ours. We are all single seedlings, and there is nothing to fight for; the two families have too many heirs, and they are fighting each other. The internal friction is more serious than the external, and there are several factions within the family. The Luo family is better than the Xie family, at least Luo Yong, who wants to fight, doesn't fight, and no one bothers him, which shows that Mr. Luo is not too restrained. , I still feel sorry for my heirs. The Xie family is completely different. Mr. Xie is like raising a gu, and he creates a drama of "Kowloon Seizing the Inheritance" every minute. A few days ago, it was a group of people who wanted to show me off People, this time the old monk should be a different group of people."

Song Qingyue rubbed Ren'er's brain, and muttered: "It's so complicated, I don't want to hear it." She lay on her stomach and looked at Lin Qingqian, "Say it again."

Lin Qingqian repeated helplessly, "The Luo family of the Xie family is different from ours..."

The child interrupted with a smile, "Say it again."

Lin Qingqian was stunned for a moment, then smiled, leaned into the child's ear, and said in a soft voice, "I said, Xie Jialuo's family is different from ours, ours."

The child raised his head, plugged her lips as soft as cotton candy, and sucked gently.

Our family.

What a happy word.

A kiss without any lust, but sweet enough to touch the hearts of the two of them.

Lips parted, both of them were lying on their sides, the child held Lin Qingqian's face, looked into her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Lin Qingqian, what should you do if the person the old monk said is really me?" ?”

"Didn't you already say it?" Lin Qing smiled and looked at the child's pure eyes like white mountains and black waters, "You said it was a feudal superstition?"

The child moved closer, and slipped his fingers over her chin vaguely, scratched the soft flesh on Lin Qingqian's chin, and said solemnly: "I think this traditional culture still has some reasons for its existence. We still We must take the essence and discard the dross, and treat it objectively and rationally."

Lin Qingqian pursed her lips and smiled, rubbed her left eye suddenly, and muttered, "The left eyelid twitched."

Song Qing was overjoyed, "Okay, the left eye jumps for money, probably it's about to get rich."

Lin Qingqian rubbed her right eye in a mysterious way, and sighed: "Ah, the right eyelid also started to twitch."

The child was stunned for a moment, not realizing that he had been tricked, but his mouth turned faster than his brain, "The right eye jumped... bah bah bah, feudal superstition, no."

Lin Qingqian suppressed a smile, "So it's such a method of picking the best and discarding the dross."

Song Qingyue rushed forward with bared teeth and claws, screaming, "Lin Qingqian! How could you do this?" The two were making a fuss on the bed, Song Qingyue reached out to pinch the itchy flesh on Lin Qingqian's waist, Lin Qingqian twisted on the bed Twirling around to avoid the child's tickling hand, he continued desperately, "Could this be Song Qingyue's characteristic religious belief?"

The child blushed, and the disturbance became more violent, and the movement of his hands became wider.

Then by such a coincidence, her hand fell into the softness of Lin Qingqian who was twisting and turning.

The two looked at each other, looking into each other's eyes.

The atmosphere in the air gradually changed from sand sculpture to embarrassment and then slowly to ambiguity.

Lin Qingqian reacted first and wanted to hide, but Song Qingyue, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed her and kissed her on the lips.

The child's kissing skills have improved a lot, from the inexperienced at the beginning to the domineering and proficient skills that seem to be able to swallow people into the stomach - Lin Qingqian still had the idea of ​​sand sculpture in her mind in a daze :

This is all taught by myself!

Throughout the ins and outs of falling into the deep pit of a child, it is always—digging the pit by oneself and jumping: the cohabitation in the hotel began inexplicably; together, we read the special learning materials of "The Lone Wolf" provided by Li Zimu (two files) clip) as well.

She was dazedly seduced by Song Qingyue, and gradually lost her thoughts. In her confusion, she seemed to see the lotus blooming in the valley, and also seemed to see the dawn of chaos.

The child gradually became dissatisfied with the practice of fighting with each other, and slowly opened the neckline with his hands, sliding his fingertips slightly, feeling the delicate skin on Lin Qingqian's neck.

When the rain falls, the streams and gullies can be full, and the red lotus is just blooming when the bare hands provoke it.

Lin Qingqian's hand was originally on Song Qingyue's shoulder to prevent her from getting any closer, but slowly, somehow, it wrapped around the child's neck.

The child exerted a little force on his hand, Lin Qingqian felt the pain, and instantly woke up, the hand that had been softened had strength again, pushed the child away, and leaned on the bed panting.

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian in confusion - what's wrong?Last time, Lin Qingqian did all the more egregious things to her, okay?

Lin Qingqian looked into the child's bewildered eyes, and explained why he pushed her away suddenly.

She pointed to her hand, "Nails, it hurts to scratch." That soft place is already sensitive, so how can it withstand such a scratch.

The child's face froze, and he raised his hand to look at the split nails.

Ahhhhh!I, Song Qingyue, and the monkey are enemies for life!

Lin Qingqian looked at the child whose face turned from green to purple, smiled, waved her hand, and threw a wink proudly, "I'm going to wash up first, you can order some dinner and let the waiter bring it up. "

"Oh," Song Qing agreed wearily, stretched out his hand to pick up the menu on the side, looked at it distractedly, slightly closed his fingertips, felt the residual temperature, and suddenly laughed out loud.

She raised her head, listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, she didn't know what to think, her face slowly flushed, she rolled on the bed a few times, then looked at her hands again, feeling aggrieved.

She hates monkeys!

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After washing up, Lin Qingqian walked out of the steaming bathroom, her wet hair dripping with water, and saw a large table full of vegetables in front of the child, her eyes widened, "Why so much? Have you finished eating?"

Song Qingyue shrugged helplessly, and pointed to the two small bowls of porridge on the table, "I just ordered two, and the rest were brought by the waiter, who said they were brought by their boss."

boss?Lin Qingqian quickly realized that it was an old monk.

She couldn't laugh or cry at once—why, the old monk felt that he was tired of fighting with him, didn't he?

She looked at the dishes on the table. Fortunately, the plates looked big, and the portions of each item were not too much, only one or two yuan——the essence of Michelin plate presentation.And most of them are vegetarian and snacks, or simulated meat made of vegetarian, which are considered local specialties.Lin Qingqian sat down and said with a smile, "Since it's free, let's eat it? Just pay more merit money when we go down the mountain tomorrow."

Song Qingyue nodded, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a small piece of creamy yellow snack, and brought it to Lin Qingqian's mouth, "Ah."

Lin Qingqian opened her mouth and took it in.

The dim sum is sweet but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, and has a faint taste of Chinese herbal medicine, but it is not offensive.

She raised her eyebrows, "It tastes good, you want to try it too?"

The child put down the chopsticks and blinked, looking very innocent.

Lin Qingqian laughed, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and lifted a piece to Song Qingyue's mouth, "Open your mouth."

Song Qingyue immediately looked at her with the expression of a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone—why doesn't this woman understand?

She glanced at the pastry, then at Lin Qingqian who hadn't reacted yet, sighed, opened her lips and ate the piece of pastry, then kissed Lin Qingqian's lips.

A kiss was exchanged.

Lin Qingqian looked confused.

Song Qingyue moved away from her lips, and smiled triumphantly, "Is there any difference in the taste?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head in confusion, "No?"

The child stared dumbfounded at the wood-like Lin Qingqian, then was so angry that he put another piece of pastry into his mouth, and continued to kiss Lin Qingqian's lips.

"Is this different?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head honestly, "I haven't eaten this before, so I don't know what's different."

Song Qingyue took another bite of the pastry expressionlessly, and continued to kiss her.

"Wow, this tastes a bit bitter."

Another piece.

"This is okay, um, I kind of want to poach their cook."

The old monk who was doing the evening class suddenly sneezed.

"Don't, don't, don't, this will smell like the previous one, rinse your mouth first." Lin Qingqian handed over a cup of tea and looked at Song Qingyue with a smile.

The child gritted his teeth, "Lin-Qing-Qian!"

She felt aggrieved and wanted to laugh: Lin Qingqian came to lie to her, right?Also pretending to be ignorant.

She just noticed it.

Lin Qing smiled and pulled Song Qingyue into her arms, kissed her lips deeply, then raised her head and asked, "What's the taste?"

Song Qingyue hummed, not really wanting to cooperate with her, but sniffing the fragrance of Lin Qingqian's fresh bath and lying in her arms, he was not so angry again.

"Sweet."

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"Boss Lin, I think you need to take a look at this."

Lin Zhiyin's secretary gave Lin Zhiyin a tablet, on which was Zhugong's Weibo account, and some screenshots of previous articles.

The author has something to say: This time it is really about to be discovered!

The progress of confessing to Lin Zhiyin: 99%