Ancient temple deep in the mountains.
From the city to the Xiangguo Temple, such a kung fu, the heavy snow has already rustled, the morning bell in the temple rang leisurely through the mountains, the tits were pecking the snow on the branches of the snowfall, and when they heard the voices of people, they quickly fluttered their wings and got into the forest.
Sui Yan held an umbrella and followed Duan Mingchong up the mountain steps. Before he was halfway there, he clutched his chest and screamed in pain. The attendants behind him looked at each other, not knowing whether he should step forward to help him or not.
Duan Mingchong waved his hands at will, motioning them to watch.
Sui Yan pressed his chest, looked at Duan Mingchong pitifully, and said, "Your Highness, I'm out of breath."
Duan Mingchong held the red sandalwood box in his hand, and said lightly without changing his face: "Stand firmly, you will be able to go up soon, the gods and Buddhas in the Xiangguo Temple are watching, you need to be sincere to achieve what you want, peace. well."
Suiyan threw the umbrella aside, clasped his hands together, and muttered, "I beg the gods and Buddhas who can take me directly into the temple, and don't let me climb the mountain road again, I sincerely pray."
Duan Mingchong was almost laughed at by him, probably because his heart softened. He took a few steps down the mountain steps, gave the red sandalwood box in his hand to the attendant beside him, and stretched out his hand towards Sui Yan.
"Come on, I'll pull you."
Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little face burning - this old goblin who had lived for so many years had her ears reddened by the unintentional words of the young man.
His feathered eyelashes trembled for a long time, and he put his hands over it with trembling hands.
Duan Ming Chong's eyes were pure and pure, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. With a slight force, he pulled Sui Yan under his umbrella, and Sui Yan almost ran into his arms.
Duan Mingchong tilted his head and said, "Hold tight, don't let go—why are your hands so cold?"
Sui Yan turned his face to one side unnaturally, and stopped yelling, coughing dryly: "No, nothing, let's go up, the bell has been running for a long time."
Duan Ming Chong said in his heart that if you hadn't tossed around here, we would have gone up, but he was used to being gentle and courteous, and it was hard to say these harsh words, so he smiled and took Sui Yan to Xiangguo Temple with half a hug.
When he went up the mountain steps and saw the golden characters "Da Xiangguo Temple" on the huge plaque, Sui Yan was almost paralyzed.
Holding Duan Mingchong's shoulders, he breathed slightly, and said in a breathless voice, "I won't come here again next time. The last time the mountain steps really killed people."
Duan Ming Chong couldn't bear to laugh and tease him: "Don't you come if you have sweet porridge?"
Sui Yan frowned and thought about it: "Then I have to think about it."
Duan Mingchong laughed out loud.
It snowed heavily today, and there were very few people who came to pay homage to the Buddha. Duan Ming Zong Xu was a frequent visitor. The monks who swept the snow in front of the main hall saw him and came to pay homage slowly.
Duan Mingchong took the red sandalwood box, said a few words to the monk gently, and then said to Suiyan: "Little Marquis, you wait here for a while, and I will leave the Heart Sutra in the Buddhist hall and come back."
Sui Yan said, "Yes."
Duan Mingchong told several attendants again, and then left with the monk.
Suiyan had been to Xiangguo Temple several times, but it was all from a previous life. At that time, he just walked by in a hurry, without paying close attention to this ancient temple located in the deep mountains.
He held Duan Mingchong's umbrella and walked in a random direction while holding a small hand stove, completely forgetting Duan Mingchong's words that he asked him to wait here.
The attendant wanted to persuade but didn't dare, so the two of them followed behind him, lest he get lost.
Small Buddha statues carved in stone can be seen everywhere in the temple, blue bricks and red tiles, and the eaves are covered with ice, shrouded in a white mountain snow.
Just being in it for a moment, Sui Yan suddenly felt that the stagnation that had been haunting his heart since his rebirth had disappeared, and even his state of mind had become much more open.
The ancient temple was filled with incense sandalwood. Sui Yan took a deep breath and felt the coldness in his heart. He suddenly understood why so many princes and nobles in the capital always ran to Xiangguo Temple when they had nothing to do.
If it weren't for the shadow of the previous life here, he would have liked to live here directly.
Suiyan wandered around leisurely for another half an hour, Duan Mingchong finally found him in a hurry, and before he got close, he heard Duan Mingchong disapprove and say, "Didn't I let you wait there? Now that the snowy road is slippery, what if you accidentally fell down the mountain?"
Sui Yan was in a good mood, and said with a smile, "It's okay, if you don't fall to your death, it will be fine. My life is great."
Duan Mingchong glared at him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the front hall.
Just now, Suiyan walked all the way, the soles of his feet had already stepped on a layer of snow and frost, and he was pulled away by Duan Mingchong, almost unsteady, he said "Ai ai" twice: "His Royal Highness! Ai Your Highness! I can't stand... ah-"
As he was talking, Sui Yan slipped and jumped straight forward.
Duan Mingchong was taken aback, and was about to pick him up with a backhand, but before he extended his hand, Sui Yan smashed him in the face.
The two of them tilted their bodies and stumbled to the snow on the side, making a dull sound.
Although Sui Yan was one year older than Duan Mingchong, he was shorter than Duan Mingchong because of his frailty.
Duan Mingchong took a deep breath.
Sui Yan secretly screamed sin in his heart, and hurriedly held up his hands to get up, but when he got up, the two of them suddenly rubbed their faces, one was cold and the other was warm. stunned.
This kind of behavior is really too intimate for the two men.
Sui Yan: "The hall..."
Duan Mingchong was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he stretched out his hand and pushed him aside, and stood up with his hands flushed with red ears.
His hair was covered with snow on his back and clothes, and the attendant on the side only reacted at this time, and rushed forward to throw the snow for His Royal Highness.
No one was waiting for Sui Yan, so he had to get up by himself, stomped his feet twice, and threw the snow off his knees.
Both of them were a little embarrassed, and finally Duan Mingchong spoke up.
"You... did you fall in pain?"
Sui Yan didn't know why, but suddenly felt a burst of sourness in his heart.
Duan Mingchong may be as indecisive as Jun Jingxing said, but Sui Yan has to admit that he is also a rare lover in the royal family.
Duan Mingchong, who grew up in the palace, did not grow up under the protection of the emperor as others said. Since Emperor Beilan wanted to support him, he would naturally not raise him to be a crippled person who was ignorant of world affairs. It is the tiger's palace that is forced to grow up, so he will have experienced much more than others.
Can a noble family lead to a successful life
Can you sit back and relax with a high position
However, he had seen so many intrigues, but the gentleness and kindness on Duan Mingchong's face still didn't seem like a disguise.
Duan Mingchong disdains and doesn't want to use the insidious tricks that all the agencies have calculated, but such a handsome gentleman, in his previous life, was the first to die in the cannibalism of brothers.
Now it was obvious that he was being dragged down to the ground, but the first sentence after getting up was to gently ask others if they had any pain from the fall.
Sui Yan shook his head gently, bent over to pick up the umbrella on the ground, and threw the snow, but didn't speak any more.
The two walked towards the front hall of Xiangguo Temple one after the other. Duan Mingchong didn't think much about it, and he quickly returned to normal. Instead, Sui Yan, an old and unruly, was full of thoughts, and he thought about Duan for a while. If Ming Chong really goes on like this, he will be killed sooner or later. For a while, he thinks that His Royal Highness's waist seems to be easy to touch, and then thinks that the incense of green wood on his body smells good, and I don't know if it is used. What kind of fragrance, let's ask another day.
When he arrived at the front hall of Xiangguo Temple, the snow had already fallen heavily. Duan Mingchong watched Sui Yan's small body shivering. He hurriedly stepped forward and raised his cloak to protect him from the wind and snow. He stepped on the stairs to protect him and entered the hall. .
No one has ever treated him so carefully before, Sui Yan felt worse the more he thought about it, he quickly suppressed the dangerous thoughts in his mind, and his thoughts were no longer flying.
In the front hall of Xiangguo Temple stands a huge golden Buddha, with kind eyes and vivid eyes. The incense table in front is full of incense burners and red candles, and the incense smoke rises.
On the futon in front of the incense table, a monk in white was sitting cross-legged with a Buddha bead in his hands, his eyes were calm and peaceful.
Duan Mingchong stepped forward, put his hands together, and said, "Master Gengxue."
Sui Yan was collecting his umbrella when he heard the words and looked up.
The monk with his back turned to them moved his lips slightly, as if he was reciting Buddhist scriptures. Hearing Duan Mingchong's voice, the movement and sound of turning the beads in his hands stopped abruptly.
Geng Xue got up from the futon and turned around to return the salute to Duan Ming Chong.
Master Gengxue has a gentle face. He has been cultivating hard all the year round. His facial features are a little thin, and his voice is quiet and clear, as if he is immersed in the essence of Zen, which makes people not dare to offend.
The body is thin and thin and has practiced for a long time.
Geng Xue said: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."
After he saluted, he straightened up and glanced at Sui Yan, then his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became softer.
"Sui Xiaohou, I haven't seen you for many years."
Sui Yan's eyes shrank suddenly, his body took a half step back without a trace, and looked at him strangely.
Duan Mingchong asked curiously, "Have you met the Master and the Young Master?"
Geng Xue smiled more gently: "Naturally, I have seen it, little Marquis, you said... Is that right?"
Suiyan looked at him almost absently, the umbrella in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, his lips moved lightly: "You..."
Geng Xue looked at him with a smile.
Sui Yan murmured, "When have we... met?"
Geng Xue said with a smile: "Little Marquis, how forgetful you are. You asked the monk a question a year ago, but Marquis was in a hurry at that time, and I never had time to answer you."
Sui Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief, almost bloodless with fright.
Duan Mingchong saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support Sui Yan, and said, "What's wrong? Your face doesn't look very good."
Sui Yan fainted for a while, Duan Mingchong's voice seemed to come from a far away place, and it was not very real.
"I-I asked him what..." Sui Yan thought blankly.
The Buddha beads in Gengxue's hand were gently held by him and turned slowly between his fingers. A slight "click" sound was heard in the silence - this sound was extremely weak, but it was like an invisible thread pulling Sui Yan's memory. Floating to the year when he was dying in his previous life.
On that day, it seemed that there was such a large amount of goose feather snow. The monk in white was smiling at the corner of his lips under the seat of the gods and Buddha, but his eyes were looking at him with compassion.
Suiyan was terminally ill at that time, and he had no reverence for the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
"Master, will the gods and Buddhas impose heavy punishments on those who commit suicide?"
Geng Xue had a Buddha bead wrapped around her wrist, and smiled lightly upon hearing this.
"This, it depends on whether the lord believes in me Buddha."
The author has something to say: The body is thin and thin and has practiced for a long time. Quoting Bai Juyi's "Praise of the Monk in the Bird Nest".