disguised holy monk

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed, and the weather has entered winter.

It was the first heavy snowfall in Qingchan Temple, Xuanqing got up early and opened the window, and at a glance, he saw white snow piled up on the dead branches in the yard; in the distant mountains, there were green pines and cypresses layered with layers of snow, which were crystal clear and beautiful.

Xuan Qing thought that in the past, he always saw literati collecting snow water for storage in books, and now that he has this condition, a sense of Zen came to him for a while.

He changed into a cotton monk's robe, carried a green-glazed earthenware pot, and was about to go out to collect snow water from the back mountain.

There are still a few snowflakes scattered in the sky, the empty air is slightly chilly, and a slight "creak" can be heard when stepping on the thick snow.In such an environment, even people's hearts are transparent and purified.

Before Xuanqing walked out of the temple, he felt footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Wuying in a gray cloth monk's robe quietly following behind him.The long black hair was bundled up, and occasional snowflakes fell on it.

"Wuying." Xuan Qing greeted with a smile, secretly still thinking that he should wear a hat to come out, the bald head really has no advantage in snowy weather.

But in fact, in Wuying's eyes, Xuanqing is wearing a brown cotton long monk's robe, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, and a little red mole on his smooth forehead looks more and more gorgeous like a rosy cloud; in the faint snowflakes, he is holding a string of Buddhist beads in one hand, Standing in the snow with a clay pot in one hand, he is so holy that he is not like a mortal.

Wuying was stunned for a while, then remembered why he came out, and said in a deep voice, "Master, what are you going to do?"

Good question!Xuan Qing thought that someone finally gave him a chance to show his elegance!

He lifted the clay pot in his hand and said with a smile on his face: "It's snowing heavily, and I just went to collect some snow water and store it for making tea in the next year. This water from rain and snow is the lightest in quality, and its taste The lightest, adhering to the sweetness and coldness of winter, the most clearing away heat and detoxification."

What's more, this is probably the last leisure time for him to take a nap and farm.

Wuying nodded, looked at the sky, and then at the heavy snow covering the mountains, feeling a little uneasy, "Then I'll go with Master."

Xuan Qing thought for a while, and replied, "That's fine."

He secretly looked at the clay pots, which were not too small, thinking that it would be better to bring a little helper with him than to collect them by himself.

Neither of them spoke any more, they walked on the snowy ground one after the other, and headed back to the mountain.

In the still air, there is only the sound of feet stepping on the snow.

Wuying followed behind him and guarded him carefully, his heart was peaceful, and he just unconsciously walked along the opponent's footprints.

Only then did he realize that Xuan Qing's feet were actually one size smaller than his.After thinking about it, the other party was indeed two years younger than him... He somehow wanted to laugh.

"Let's just go here." Xuanqing chose the place, and when he turned his head, he saw a faint smile on the corner of Wuying's lips, but when he looked again, it was gone.

Wuying looked at the plum grove in front of him, and quickly scraped the white snow from the plum petals into the clay pot with the prepared wood chips.

The two of them moved very quickly, and within a short while, they collected a pot of snow water, which still carried the cold plum fragrance soaked in the bone marrow.

The snow was cleared away, revealing the little red plums below, against the snow.

Xuan Qing stood under the plum blossom tree, looked up slightly at the red plum trees, and sighed, "It's so beautiful."

Wuying looked at it, and suddenly flew up.

"and many more……"

Just as Xuan Qing wanted to stop him, Wu Ying had already handed him a large branch of red plum.

Xuan Qing laughed for a while, "Actually, I don't necessarily have to get it to praise it. It can live longer if it blooms alone on the branch. In this way, we can often see it when we want to see it."

Wuying glanced at the plum blossom tree, thought for a while and said, "Then just move this tree to our yard? It can live for a long time, and you can see it every day."

Xuan Qing was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, "That also needs the consent of this tree."

Wuying feels too strong, sharp and possessive.If you can still obey his words now, if your memory recovers in the future, it will not be a good thing after all.

Wuying was silent for a while, before speaking, Wuku's voice suddenly came from behind——

"Master, what are you doing?"

Wuku probably came all the way because he didn't see Xuan Qing after the morning class.He is now taller than Xuan Qing, and practicing with Xuan Yuan every day, his body is getting stronger and stronger.

Xuan Qing looked at the young man who was growing rapidly in front of him, and his facial features became more and more three-dimensional, and smiled, "Let's collect some snow water to make tea in the coming year."

Wuku nodded, but his eyes fell on Xuanqing's hands that were already red with cold, he frowned, "Master, it's too cold, you hold the hand stove."

He said a few steps and walked in front of Xuan Qing, and let him hug the copper hand warmer he brought.

After he said this, Xuanqing felt his hands were cold, and at this moment the warmth from the hand stove directly reached his body.

Wuku and indifferently squatted down to check his shoes, and sighed, "Master, your hands and feet are always cold, how can you not wear those specially thickened cotton shoes when you come out in such a snowy day?" He said He got up and wanted to carry Xuanqing back, but Wuying was completely ignored in his words.

It's just that Wuying was in deep thought and didn't pay attention to his words.

Xuanqing was a little helpless, and refused to go forward, "Okay, you can just carry the clay pot, let's go back."

Only then did Wuku glance at the silent Wuying, and stepped forward to lift the clay pot and followed Xuanqing all the way down.

While Wuying was still in place, he looked at the plum tree for a while, and murmured unconsciously, "It will agree...in my yard, I can shelter it from the wind and rain, and give it the best care. Why don't you agree?"

……

Xuanqing and his party went back to the temple, covered and sealed the clay pots filled with snow water, and dug a hole one or two feet deep under the big tree in the yard, buried the pots in it, and waited for the next spring Take it out to make tea.

It's just a pity that before they had time to take a sip, they were disrupted by unexpected incidents.