Chang'an India

Tan Shan and Marquis Wanjiang chased southeast non-stop for more than two days, and arrived at Julu County at sunset.

"The old man can't think of a way to open the seal for a while. Your injury is still not healed. Go to the city and rest for a night."

The monk pressed the bamboo hat on his head, dismounted and entered the city as he said - he didn't want to refute Bian Yonglan's kindness, but he also knew that Xia Chunqiu had left the teacher's school for so many years, and now he finally stole the seal, he must have figured out some way, It is not true that there is no clue about the method of opening the seal.

After eating, he asked for two adjacent guest rooms. Marquis Wan Jiang threw his godson whom he had just recognized for two days to the monk: "I see that your Buddhist methods are only aimed at demons and heretics. Who knows if there will be any more living people?" Send to death, Li slave will sleep with you."

"I'm fine," Tan Shan handed the little beast back to him again, "I'm right next door to you."

Li Nu was being held by the back of the neck and handed back and forth, blinking, not understanding whether he was a treasure or a burden.

It was near the end of the Hai Dynasty, and there was no one in the inn. The Marquis of the Jiang River loosened his hair and was sitting on the edge of the window drinking with his outer shirt on.

"It's not locked, let's go in."

After he greeted him, he saw the monk push the door open and enter the room, standing in the room and saying: "You are injured, you are not suitable for drinking."

hurt?What hurt?Holding the wine jar, Marquis Wanjiang thought for a long time before suddenly realizing it, raised his left hand and shook it: "You mean this?"

The wound bitten by the Bone Boy in the illusion was not deep, and although the scar hadn't healed yet, he had long since forgotten it.

"No, how do you know I'm drinking?" Tan Shan didn't answer, and Wan Jianghou asked curiously, "You can figure it out?"

"...The raccoon slave thinks you are unhappy," the monk paused, but still explained, "I can feel his heart, and he really likes you very much."

"You snitch, you know how to run?" Bian Yonglan sat leaning on the window sill, the little beast was lying on his lap to lick its fur, but now it jumped out of the window and slipped away.

"Nothing, it will come back after playing enough, you should go to bed earlier."

The monk tried to persuade him, and was about to turn around, but he heard the person by the window ask: "...What about you?"

"........."

"Master, do you like me?"

The folks in Lu area have good wine, and the local wine is also produced there, but the marquis of Wanjiang is born with a good capacity for alcohol, he has drunk two jars of wine, and he can't get drunk at all.

So he asked again soberly: "Tan Shan, do you like me?"

"...like morning glow, like morning dew," Bian Yonglan thought that the monk would avoid answering, but unexpectedly, Tan Shan not only answered, but also walked a few steps forward, stood in front of him, looked at him and said , "I love you like the morning glow and morning dew. If you don't love the world, how can you save all beings?"

"Morning glow and morning dew are fleeting scenes..." Bian Yonglan looked back at the monk's eyes, only seeing a pair of clear eyes, without half affection, and without the slightest desire, so he beat the bodhisattva he had seen before The image is exactly the same, so there is nothing but the compassion of "great love and selflessness".

"I thought you were trying to persuade me..." Marquis Wan Jiang sighed softly in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Life is only a few decades, and everything will pass if you bear it."

"........."

"........."

After a long silence, the monk finally spoke again, and said, "Yonglan, why bother."

"It's not bitter, it's sweet. Try it?" Marquis Wan Jiang smiled, raised his head and took a sip of the wine, wiped the wine stains on his lips with his index finger, stretched out his hand with a smile, and seemed to touch the monk's lips with his finger, but was separated He stopped at a distance of a few millimeters, and said softly, "Monks don't drink wine, you can't taste it."

"........."

"...If you say you are ruthless, you will miss me even if I suffer such a little injury," Wan Jianghou withdrew his hand, shook his head with a smile, and took another sip of wine, "If you say you are ruthless, I think you are also true No."

He shook the bottom of the altar, and made another empty altar. He jumped down from the window, put the empty altar on the table, and said without looking back, "Forget it, I will respect what you said, and be a rare happy person. From now on you Cultivate your Buddha's mercy, I have my thousand cups, let's not get in the way of each other."

"... Drink less if you are not drunk," Tan Shan lowered his eyes, turned and walked towards the door, and persuaded him again, "Rest early."

"Tanshan," the monk passed by the Marquis of Wanjiang who was standing by the table, but he heard the man who had just said "don't get in the way of anyone" suddenly opened his mouth again, saying two words almost inaudibly Words, "save me."

"........."

The Marquis of Wanjiang didn't reach out to pull him, but only took a step forward, and said again: "Save me."

"........."

"Thousands of people in the world, you should first save what is in front of you, okay?"

"........."

"……OK?"

Bian Yonglan took a step forward, the monk took a step back, you backed up and I went back to the window, Tan Shan's back pressed against the window sill, there was no way to go back.

When retreating again and again, the monk kept his eyes down, but when there was no way to retreat, he suddenly raised his eyes, and without hesitation, he fixedly looked at the person in front of him.

The windows are wide open, and the flying mirror hangs high. It is less than fifteen, and it is a half-circle and half-missing moon.

The monk's face was backlit, and Marquis Wan Jiang couldn't make out the expression on his face, or he didn't dare to make it out, so he forced himself to stare at those black and white eyes.

Tan Shan looked at the person in front of him, but he could see it very clearly through the Tiangong Yuhua - Marquis Wan Jiang lost his hair when he was drinking, and the hair fell down like a waterfall, with one side tucked behind his ear, without any evil spirit, he was so beautiful Such as morning glow and morning dew, early plum and early snow.

Monks are not confused by appearance, but monks are also human beings, and beauty and ugliness can still be distinguished - even Tan Shan admits that the person in front of him is so pure and beautiful at the moment, if it is not for the praise of people in Buddhism, he may compare Taoism, Just like the white deer in front of the Buddha, the green willow in the clean bottle.

But Tan Shan thought in one thought, and only compared him to those fragile beauty of the world - the colorful clouds are easy to disperse, the dew is easy to fade, the early plum blossoms bloom and then wither, and the first snow melts when it falls.

It's just because the Buddha understands him clearly—the posture of the person in front of him holding on to ask the Buddha is too fragile, so fragile that it seems that a light touch can instantly shatter clean.

The Marquis of Wan Jiang is indeed willful and quick-tempered—willful enough to dare to make demands on the Buddha in an ordinary manner; so happy that if the Buddha says no, he will simply break it to the Buddha.

"........."

A monk doesn't say good or bad, he doesn't want to say anything, he can't bear to say it, he can't say it.

"Yonglan, you..."

But he finally opened his mouth and asked softly: "... Yonglan, are you lonely?"

The outer shirt she wore when she was drinking just now has long since slipped off, and there is still a single robe inside, but it is not tied very tightly.

Bian Yonglan suddenly stretched out his hand, took the monk's left hand, took that hand into his lapel, and pressed it on his heart unobstructed.

Is the sound of a person's heartbeat lonely or not?

"...Master, feel for yourself."

——Buddha heard the heartbeat, and the sword intent in front of him was like a heartbeat, with a regular rhythm.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, above the sea of ​​desire, the monk saw the waves like white lotus, and a young man stepped on the lotus tide, and performed a sword dance in keeping with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Tan Shan could feel the temperature of his hands.The warrior's skin is as tight as silk, but the silk is warm.

The warmth seeps into the palm lines, climbs along the ground lines, and traces the outline of the sky lines.

He felt the flesh and blood, and his heart was like a drum, and the drum was beating rapidly, and the rhythm gradually became chaotic.

——The dance of swords turns from slow to fast, and there is no more sorrow and sorrow in the moves, only one turn and one turn, full of vigor and coquettishness.

"...It's so cold, what did you use to make this prayer bead, why is it so cold?"

There is no cure for Wan Jianghou's problem of not speaking well. In the current situation, his heart is beating out of control, but he still dislikes the Buddhist beads on the monk's wrist for being too ice.

Having said that, Wan Jianghou himself regretted it very much. He regretted that he had reminded the monk with a single sentence.

He lowered his eyes and watched Tan Shan pull his hand back, curled his lips almost aggrieved, and then widened his eyes in surprise for a moment—I don't know what the monk was thinking when he lowered his eyes, he seemed a little out of place , the hand was withdrawn, but the next movement was to raise the right hand and take off the prayer beads on the left wrist.

——The sword dance stopped with the beating heartbeat as fast as a drum, and stayed in the posture of closing the sword, with three shocking waves: but the waves that surged with the intention of the sword stopped half a step in front of the monk, as if the sword was being used People just play a joke on him.

The young man stood at the head of the tide, holding his long knife flat, pointing the tip of the knife at the Buddha, smiling happily.

Are you... are you going to stretch it out again?

Anyway, this time I have a long memory, even the unrefined Marquis of the Jiangjiang didn't dare to really ask this question, but Tan Shan finally spoke out, and said in a matter-of-fact way: "There are many ghosts that cannot be reincarnated in this Buddha bead, that's why it's just a matter of life." It's cooler."

"Including those in the illusion? I remember you said that we must find a good death for them."

"There are those in the illusion, and there is also the scholar in the inn," Tan Shan replied, still looking down at the Buddhist beads, "what the poor monk promised you, I will definitely try to do it."

"...Then can you promise me one more thing?" Bian Yonglan stretched out his hand and took the monk's hand that was holding on to the Buddhist beads, with palms facing each other and fingers intertwined, "I won't make things difficult for you... Embarrassing you..."

"........."

"I just want you to promise me, stay until you find the seal, and don't go where I can't find it."

"........."

"You promise me that you will also find a good place for yourself, build another temple, and plant a bunch of grapes in the temple..."

The two people standing facing each other lowered their eyes and did not look at each other. They only had palms facing each other, and their fingers were tightly entangled with each other separated by a string of Buddhist beads.

"I don't tell others where you are, and I don't even tell Wen Qing," Bian Yonglan said in a low voice, "Every year when the grapes are ripe, I go to see you... In just a few decades of life, we are all See these dozens of faces."

"........."

"Master, if this request is not embarrassing... you will agree to me, okay?"

——The monk stood on the sea of ​​desire, seeing the calm wind and waves, the young man walked towards him on the mirror-like sea water, with a sunny sky above his head and a blue sea under his feet. worried people.

The monk folded his palms together without saying a word, and after taking a breath, he spread his palms lightly, held the salute with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand, like a word "please", but it was not a send, but a welcome.

"Okay." Tan Shan said.

The author has something to say: There is a sentence in this chapter from the barrage of a video at station B.The video is titled Her Majesty Queen X Little Monk, and a barrage asked, "Why does the Queen have lines but the monks don't?" Another barrage replied, "Because the monks don't want to say it, can't bear to say it, and can't say it." ……………………… But the master of this text just BE’d without saying anything! ! !Before I wrote this article, I thought about how to make a monk flirt with people in the most subtle way (no). I decided on this line after thinking about it for a long time.By the way, the sky pattern is the lifeline, and the ground pattern is the emotional line, Keke.