His temperament was especially strong when he did something alone without saying a word. It seems that no matter how many people around him come and go in the past, they have nothing to do with him, and there is a sense of alienation and loneliness in a country of its own. But that loneliness is not the kind of melancholy, but distant and cold.
Such monks seem to be more suitable to be alone in the snow-covered Konggu Zen Temple, behind a tower made of copper and ebony bushes, and in front of them is the heavy door of the Zen Temple.
Outside the door, all beings are covered with red dust, and the eminent monks inside the door are covered in clouds and snow.
Therefore, when Xuan Min shook his head, Xue Xian had a sense of "as expected", but he was still somewhat uncomfortable. But when Xuan Min looked up and saw him, he changed his mind and came over, as if the closed temple door was suddenly opened from the inside.
Such a simple process inexplicably pleases Xue Xian.
It just didn't take a moment for his good mood to be destroyed—
Xuan Min put the book in his hand into his hand, and pointed to the opened page.
Xue Xian naturally saw the marked paragraph and the comment next to it, but he repeated it twice, but he didn't see anything worth pondering about: "Is there something wrong with this comment?"
Xuanmin: "Hmm."
"What's the problem?" Xue Xian was puzzled.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Min opened his mouth and added a sentence: "Look at the handwriting is written by me."
Xue Xian: "..."
Xue Xian's heart skipped a beat at first, and then it became very complicated. On the one hand, Xuan Min's unconcealed attitude was very useful to him, but on the other hand... How could something related to Xuan Min appear here for no reason
The person he was investigating had a lot to do with the person who cramped his bones. The world is so big, but there are so many places to hide, but that person chose such a foggy place that few people knew about, and in such a room, mysterious people appeared. traces of mercy...
For a moment, Xue Xian stared at the handwriting on the page, but his mind was completely empty, and his heart seemed to suddenly fall into the cold river, causing a sudden chill all over his body.
But after a moment of stiffness, he again remembered the figure behind the golden thread in the sky. That person had hair, and he had confirmed with Xuan Min that he had shaved his hair to become a monk since he was a child. Therefore, the person who cramped his bones must not be Xuanmin.
That's it.
Xue Xian let out a breath again, and the words on the page became clear again.
"What's wrong with what you wrote, come to show me your words?" Xue Xian snorted, and flipped through two pages of the book. To add such a sentence, I just wanted to hide the suspicion at that moment just now. Although he was smothered by himself as soon as he emerged, doubts can easily hurt people after all. Small things aside, at least in this kind of thing, Xue Xian didn't want Xuanmin to have a rift.
He patted the booklet in front of Xuan Min, and with the other hand, he compared it with a large distance, and said, "It's a little worse than mine."
Xuan Min: "..."
Stone Zhang, who was searching the corner of the wall, happened to hear these two sentences, and said in his heart: It is amazing that there are such shameless people in the world.
What's more shameless is that those two people who have real information are sneaking around, and they actually let him, a middle-aged and elderly person who is barely considered old, search for clues in the house with a half-blind person. Who the hell is going to reason with him
Since Xuan Min showed the book to Xue Xian without any cover, he was naturally prepared. But he never expected that Xue Xian would react like this.
His calm eyes did not waver, but he just stared at Xue Xian for a long time.
Xue Xian glanced at him and sneered: "Only from a book, what can you infer? You shout and see if the house agrees or not."
Xuan Min: "..."
Seeing that someone's words became more and more outrageous, Xuan Min closed his eyes and did not intend to pay any more attention. He was about to turn around and go to the bookcase to pull out a few more books to look through it, but the house didn't answer, but something else did.
I heard a messy slap from the outside, from far to near, and quickly rushed into this room.
Everyone was shocked, Xue Xian almost subconsciously wanted to draw the wind to fan the thing out, but when he looked closely, he found that it was a pitch-black bird.
This room occupies two floors, so the ceiling looks very high. Even if a bird jumps in, it will not hit everyone for a while.
"Is this the one from the forest?" As soon as Shizuo Zhang saw the black bird, he remembered the one that almost led them away earlier.
Xue Xian's eyesight was extraordinary. During the flight of the bird, he used the oil lamp to see its appearance. He nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed the bird. How did it come in?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black bird's actions once again startled the people in the room.