Xian Chen led Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan to live in a other courtyard.
There is less than one stick of incense from Xuankong Temple. The other courtyard is also very quiet, and few people know about it, so I am not afraid of being disturbed by living here. If you really swagger into the Xuankong Temple, I am afraid that it will not be long before this news will be spread to the entire Great Wilderness.
When Xu Chen was about to leave, Zhou Fei stopped him and asked, "I have a question."
Xian Chen folded his hands together: "Brother Six, please."
"Do you know about the Chang'an incident?" Zhou Fei said.
Xu Chen's eyes were a bit complicated.
"It seems that you know it." Zhou Feixiao: "The monk in Chang'an said that I was the son of the Demon King, and then I killed him. The sword idiot by my side blocked the steps of Brother Huahua of Guisi. Both Miss Ling and I were It's an antagonism with Buddhism, and now there is an upright appearance near the Xuankong Temple. I want to know what the elders of your temple think?"
Xun Chen sighed softly and said, "No opinion."
Zhou Fei was curious: "No? How do you say this?"
Xian Chen smiled and said, "Because Brother Six is a disciple of the Master."
Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Yes, not bad, I like this answer."
Xian Chen folded his hands and bowed: "The little monk will leave first."
…
The temple is a very calm place.
As soon as it became dark, there was a ring of bells from the Xuankong Temple, reminding the monks that the evening class was over and they were ready to eat.
After a while, a little novice came over with a lunch box.
Vegetarian vegetarian rice.
Zhou Fei was very fragrant and full.
Ling Zhaoyan didn't eat much, and she seemed very worried.
Zhou Fei put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Ling Zhaoyan was stunned.
Zhou Fei smiled: "You are really a girl who can't hide her emotions."
Ling Zhaoyan: "You, you, you..."
Zhou Fei stood up, walked to the door and stretched his waist: "Why did Chu Weiyuan agree to my request and go to the grassland to kill Yong Yan? Why would Xuankong Temple agree to let us stay? Why would Master Xinpan agree to stay here? Meet with me in a few days. In fact, there is only one reason, and that is that I am dying."
Ling Zhaoyan could no longer remain calm, she stood up with a rub, holding the table with both hands, her nails turned white.
: "When did you know about it?"
Zhou Fei said: "My body, can I still be unaware of it?"
Speaking of this, Zhou Fei paused and turned to look at Ling Zhaoyan: "I'm a demon, how can the temple's treatment method cure a demon? All Chu Weiyi can do is delay my death, so she was the only one. Proposing me to come to the Xuankong Temple, the Buddha's tolerance is better than the Daomen, at least it will not produce too much rejection of the devil. The light of the goddess is completely incompatible with the devil.
Ling Zhaoyan wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn't say what he said.
Zhou Fei stepped forward and took the initiative to hold Ling Zhaoyan's hand: "I still cherish my life very much, so as long as there is a possibility, I will do my best to fight for it. If Buddhism and Taoism are not good, then I Just go find the demon. Don't forget, my nephew is a saint of the demon sect, she will definitely be able to save me."
Ling Zhaoyan said, "Tomorrow we will go to worship Buddha."
Zhou Fei knew that she wanted to ask for peace of mind, so he nodded in response.
Early the next morning, Ling Zhaoyan pulled Zhou Fei from the bed.
Zhou Fei opened his eyes and heard the bell from the Xuankong Temple.
The sound of the bell seemed far and not near, and it seemed that advancement was not far. I don't know why, with the bell sound, Zhou Fei's mood became extremely peaceful, and the heat and restlessness that had been for many days seemed to be purified at this moment.
The little novice monk who delivered the food has changed again.
White porridge, steamed buns and a plate of pickles are breakfast.
Zhou Fei tore the steamed buns and put them in the porridge. When the soaked buns are soft, add them up and eat them. The fluffy steamed buns have soaked up the porridge, bite them down, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and combined with the special pickles made by the Xuankong Temple, there is nothing in the world. It tastes better than this.
After eating and drinking, Ling Zhaoyan changed into a plain suit and walked a small path to the backyard of Xuankong Temple.
There are several vegetable gardens in the backyard. Because it is spring, the vegetable fields have just finished sowing. Some scarecrows are inserted in the middle of the field to scare the birds that come to eat the seeds.
The backyard usually has fewer people, and now it is more quiet. Except for some insects and birds, only the footsteps of Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan are left.
To the southwest of the backyard is the Tallinn of the Hanging Temple.
In each tower, an elder-level relic is enshrined.
There are so many Tallinn that it’s impossible to see at a glance
In the end, coupled with the lightening of the sky, the fog has not yet dissipated, and the positive image of Tallinn feels very solemn.
The two walked side by side in Tallinn.
Because of the large number, the feature film in Tallinn has a taste of a maze, but it is not in a hurry, so it is not anxious to leave. Ling Zhaoyan even insisted on putting his hands together in front of each tower, bowing and praying.
Zhou Fei even persuaded a few words at the beginning, but Ling Zhaoyan paid attention and was firm, so he stopped saying much.
Under each tower are engraved with the life of the master of the relic. Some of the masters of the relic have a wonderful life, and they have written more than a thousand words proliferatingly. And the lives of some relic masters have only one name.
After spending more than an hour in Tallinn, the two finally reached the edge of Tallinn, where Zhou Fei saw a strange tower.
Her overall shape is completely different from other towers, she looks very petite, and I don't know if Zhou Fei thinks too much, he always feels that the style of this tower is a bit feminine.
This idea is really quite rebellious. After all, this is a Buddhist holy land, and Buddhism has always been insulated from women.
"Ink and wash? What a strange name." Ling Zhaoyan saw the name at the bottom of the tower: "But why do you sound familiar."
Zhou Fei was stunned.
Then he knelt down and kowtowed three heads respectfully.
Ling Zhaoyan said in surprise: "What's the matter with you?"
Zhou Fei said: "She is from the academy."
"Huh?" Ling Zhaoyan frowned: "Why have I never heard her name."
Zhou Fei stood up and said, "She is considered a family member."
Ling Zhaoyan was even more confused: "Family, is it the wife of one of Mr. 2 and Mr. 3?"
Zhou Fei said, "Neither."
"You can't be the master," Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei said: "She is almost the wife of my little uncle."
Ling Zhaoyan covered her mouth with one hand: "Xin Zhige..."
Zhou Fei turned his head, looked at Tallinn behind him, and said: "Half of the monks here died in the riots that year. The demon cult invaded, and the ink girl died tragically in a foreign land. The little master uncle slammed into the grassland and wiped out the demons with one sword. Teach, the monk of the Xuankong Temple thought about the little uncle’s kindness, so he also built a tower for the ink girl."
After listening to Zhou Fei's narration, Ling Zhaoyan also bowed deeply to the "tombstone" of ink and wash.
(End of this chapter)