Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

Extra episode (eight)

The birdsong in the mountains and forests is crisp, and the wind blows through the autumn leaves, rustling.

The maple forest halfway up the mountain is the most beautiful landscape in Lushan. At the end of autumn, fiery red maple leaves are everywhere.

In the middle of the maple forest, there is only a piece of snow-white dazzling. It is a young man wearing a snow-white fox fur. The brocade-like blue silk is only tied with a jade hairpin. He sits on a branch of a tree and closes his eyes lightly. , Sleep lightly in the breeze of autumn.

A maple leaf was blown off by the wind, and it landed right between his eyebrows. The sleeping boy seemed to feel it, and reached out to brush off the annoying leaf, but the book in his hand fell to the ground.

There was a "rustling" sound on the fiery red carpet made of maple leaves.

The sleeping teenager only let out a low "Uh--" before returning to his sleep.

At some point, a slender figure appeared under the tree.

The ground was full of fallen leaves, but he came without making any sound. He looked up at the branches, his eyes stayed on the quiet and delicate sleeping face for a moment, and moved away a little unnaturally.

Bending down, picking up the book, I saw the words "Strange and Strange Talks" on the first cover, a trace of curiosity was unconsciously revealed in those calm eyes, and I was about to open it to read, but I heard a light reprimand from above.

Looking up, she was bumping into a pair of clear and clean peach blossom eyes.

"You monk! You have no rules, don't you know that other people's things can't be messed with?"

Shen Mian jumped down from the branch, her feet were a little unsteady, she staggered a little, her waist was hugged by a solid arm, at least she stabilized her figure without making a fool of herself, but when she looked up, she suddenly froze.

He grabbed the man's plain white clothes and said: "This little master looks familiar, could it be the little master I saw in the backyard of Nanshan Temple that day?"

He always has a good memory for good-looking people.

The monk didn't answer, but handed the book to him and said: "Amitabha, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Shen Mian stopped in front of him, and said: "Nanshan Temple has been away for a few months, and now we meet again in Lushan, it can be seen that you and I are destined, why is the little master in such a hurry to leave? Could it be that I am so annoying, so the little master didn't Would you like to say a word more to me?"

The monk was startled for a while, but didn't make a sound.

Shen Mian narrowed her eyes, revealing a bit of danger, and said, "If you don't speak, is it acquiescing? It is said that the monks are merciful, but why does the little master have a heart of stone, hurting others without knowing it?"

The monk raised his eyes, and the beautiful face of the young man in front of him showed a heartbreaking and sad expression. He lost his mind for a moment, hurriedly looked away, and said: "Shen Shizhu speaks seriously, the poor monk just has nothing to say, and he doesn't hate anyone."

Shen Mian was a little surprised that the little monk was willing to talk so much.

He raised his lips, leaned closer to that person, and said slowly: "It turns out that the little master still remembers Gu's last name, so if you want to remember the name, too?"

The monk nodded.

Shen Mian laughed and said: "Little Master has a good memory, but a poor memory. Last time I drank your wine in the backyard of Nanshan Temple, but later I was busy and forced to leave Beijing, so I forgot about it. "

The monk said: "It doesn't matter."

"Take it easy!" Shen Mian said: "Gu doesn't like to owe debts of favor the most. I just saw you today, so I can't continue to owe it. I made a few pots of wine a few days ago, and the taste is not bad. If my little master doesn't mind , may we have a drink together?"

The monk opened his mouth, but he couldn't refuse.

There was a stone table under the tree, and there was a red cedar wood food box on the table. Shen Mian opened the food box, and there were several plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and a jug of wine inside.

Shen Mian unsealed the wine, poured a glass and handed it to the monk.

"Little Master, please."

The monk took it and said "thank you".

Shen Mian laughed and said, "It's strange to say, the little master practiced in Nanshan Temple, why did he come to Lushan, the two places are far apart, and the mountain road is rough and difficult to walk, I think he suffered a lot here?"

He was clichéd on purpose.

It should not be a coincidence that the little monk appeared here. Lushan is not a good place, the mountain is steep, and ordinary people would not choose this place for outings. Perhaps, it is unknown if he came with that Wuchen master.

He scrutinized the monk's expression carefully, but this person had a clean appearance from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't see why.

The monk said: "The way of practice lies in walking, and poor monks don't find it hard."

The corner of Shen Mian's mouth twitched, "Oh", "So that's it, it's lonely and shallow."

The monk drank the contents of the cup, looked at the jug in Shen Mian's hand, and Shen Mian poured another cup for him.

"Can you still enter?"

The monk said: "This is sweet-scented osmanthus."

Shen Mian nodded, "A few days ago, I was grilling fish by the stream. I saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus was blooming well, so I picked some. This is the first time Gu brewed wine. It was used for practice. The taste can only be considered passable. If it was a few days ago When I meet my little master, I can invite you to taste the most satisfying [Mu Xue]."

"Mu Xue?"

Shen Mian said: "It's the wine made from lotus heart pears. Unsealed after the first snowfall, it's the best taste, so I call it Muxue."

The monk nodded and fell silent again.

Shen Mian said: "Is it an illusion of loneliness? Little Master seems to be more taciturn than before."

"The poor monk doesn't know what to say."

Shen Mian smiled and said: "It's not difficult, let's talk about little master's own affairs, such as the name of the Dharma, the age of this year, or anecdotes along the way, with good wine in hand, talking about the world, where is there any taboo. "

The monk said: "Shen Benefactor, there are always taboos in life."

Shen Mian raised her eyebrows, and said, "Young master, if you don't even care about the rules and regulations of monks, what taboos do you have?"

The monk said: "The clear rules and precepts in Buddhism are the taboos set by the world, but the taboos that poor monks must abide by are given by heaven."

Shen Mian chuckled, and said, "Interesting, I wonder what is the taboo given to my little master by the heavens?"

The monk said: "Know it, but don't say it."

Shen Mian's eyes paused, and he took a sip of the wine. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted in his mouth with the elegant aroma of wine. He thought to himself that he hadn't had a few drinks yet, so why was he so drunk that he couldn't hear clearly?

"In this way, the little master is an omniscient person. Doesn't that mean he has the ability to know the heavens and the earth?" His lips were stained with wine, and his lips became more glamorous, and he smiled lightly: "Little master, monks don't lie."

The monk said: "It is not uncommon for Benefactor Shen not to believe."

Shen Mian said: "Little master, you might as well tell one of Gu's secrets, then Gu will believe you."

The monk said: "Believe it or not, it doesn't hinder the poor monk."

Shen Mian laughed and said, "If it hits the mark, there will be good wine for me."

The monk paused for a moment, looked up at the fair and delicate face of the young man in front of him, and said, "Benefactor Shen, it's my brother."

Shen Mian's fingers holding the wine glass suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes, and the smile in his eyes disappeared.

The monk drank all the wine in his glass and said to himself, "There is no one else in this world who drinks and chats with this poor monk. Benefactor Shen doesn't have to worry about the poor monk revealing this matter."

It's just that there are never permanent secrets in this world.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a few maple leaves fell on the stone table.

"Gu naturally believes that the little master will not harm him." Shen Mian picked up a fallen leaf, rubbing the veins of the leaf with light white fingertips, and said in a low voice: "It's just that Gu is very curious, since the little master can detect the past , Have you also seen the lonely future?"

The monk was silent.

He stood up suddenly and said: "The wine has been drunk, and the poor monk will leave."

"Little master, don't you dare to answer?" Shen Mian also stood up, walked up to the monk, tilted his head, half-smile: "Could it be that Gu's fate is so bleak that little master can't bear to talk about it?"

"Why did Benefactor Shen say such a thing?"

"Because Gu remembered that last time in the backyard of Nanshan Temple, you hesitated to talk to Gu, so I guess, did you feel compassion and wanted to save me?"

compassion?It turned out that the kindness that arose that moment was a heart of compassion.

After looking at the world with cold eyes for many years, it was because of a person she met for the first time that she was almost contaminated with secular karma.