The little monk laughed, floating in this ethereal temple, looking unusually peaceful,
The dark one, who felt that he was being laughed at, withdrew his gaze, watching his nose, nose and lips honestly followed the little monk, Shang Huikong, until he was led to where he should go.
Bei Chenyu pushed the door closer and glanced over. He didn't see anyone, but heard the sound of "clang clang" knocking wooden fish coming from the interior.
But the way is that this predestined residence is divided into two rooms, inside and outside.
Youyuanju is not like an ordinary temple, burning cigarettes, and in the far corners, you can only see sparse fumes, emitting a faint fragrance.
Bei Chenyue raised her foot and walked in, took a breath, suddenly felt refreshed, and felt that she was much more sober than this time!
After thinking about it this way, you know that it must be related to the interior layout.
The old monk is kind and good-looking, and looks like a very kind old man, even though he is an old monk.
"Donor, sit down!" The old monk had already realized that Bei Chenjue had arrived here. The old monk got up from the couch, pointed to a square short side to do a good job, and motioned to Bei Chenjue to sit down.
Bei Chenyue bowed and said, "Master Songyun! I've been admiring a big name for a long time!" Her girl once said that for the elderly, there must be a heart of awe in her heart, and of course for him who has lived under the dirty trade since he was a child. , I never had this thing in my heart.
Because the specific situation needs to be confirmed and later observed. In addition, since he became famous, these things are no longer his shackles. Of course, his girl is right sometimes.
"Haha..." Hearing this, the old monk laughed loudly, shook his head at Bei Chenyu, and said, "Song Yun is Lao Na's younger brother, and the little donor has admitted the wrong person."
The old monk was dressed in a cassock, and a string of simple and elegant Buddhist beads was turning in his hand, and his long gray eyebrows fell down. The whole person looked like a Buddha statue.
Bei Chenyu heard it, but didn't feel embarrassed because he called the wrong name, she sat on the opposite side of the old monk generously.
A game of residual chess has been set up on the short table.
When Bei Chenju saw this remnant chess, she was attracted by it.
Because it looks very familiar.
Of course, Bei Chenjue is absolutely certain that he has never seen this piece of residual chess! But there is a very familiar and very familiar feeling!
"Little donor, extraordinary people can do it during the climbing process, and I must be thirsty. This is tea, please have a cup of the little donor." The old monk picked up the teapot that had been placed here long ago, and took out a gray, simple and calm. The cup, pour the tea, and push it in front of Bei Chenjue.
The cup was not transparent, Bei Chenjue retracted his gaze, and he was suddenly vigilant. It was not because he was afraid of the tea, but the old monk who claimed to be Songyun's brother in front of him was unfathomable.
"Thank you, Master, for your tea." Bei Chenjue picked it up and drank it, her movements flowed smoothly and her temperament was refreshing and quick.
The old monk kept his head down and glanced at the remnant chess on the table.
The old man's characteristic mellow but a little hoarse voice rang out, just listen to him, "Come on, since it's here, put everything aside for the time being, and wait for Lao Na to play this game of chess."
As the sun sets, the scenery above the peak is different from that at the foot of the mountain.
"Those who can come are all the guests of this ancient Songyun Temple." The old monk took the lead in dropping a piece of remnant chess on the table.
Bei Chenyu could tell that this ordinary person would never notice the tower at all.
But it was still the case, Bei Chenjue was even more shocked, and his heart changed in all kinds of ways. After a little hesitation, he fell asleep.
The slanting brilliance of the setting sun projected from the layers of curtains and hit Bei Chenyue's face.
"The donor is worthy of being the emperor's talent." Looking at the chess piece that was playing closely behind him, the old monk smiled and dropped another one.
In Xiangchan’s meditation room, the two of you, you and me, played the low-handed Canqi. Bei Chenjue, who was still hesitating because of the familiarity of Canqi’s layout, slowly under the leadership of the old monk, The state of mind turned out to be full of openness.
Hearing the old monk's praise, Heizi in his hand paused, his sharp eyes scanned for a week, and he turned and landed in another place.
Bei Chenjue said, "Master, I lost!"
Bei Chenjue retracted her hand and looked at the old monk sitting in front of him.
"Hahaha, no, you didn't actually lose." The old monk stretched out his hand and picked up the black and white one after another, still with a kind smile on his face.
Bei Chenjue was grateful in his heart. This time the Songyun Ancient Temple did not come in vain. Although he did not see the Songyun monk, he already had an answer in his heart.
"Amitabha Buddha!" The old monk uttered a Buddhist saying, "Donor, you can fight against hundreds of people who haven't lost. So far, there are really not a few people. It seems that you are what my brother said. People." The old monk seemed to be happy, but he felt regretful. He only heard him say again, "Junior brother the year before last. He has already completed his merits and passed away."
The old monk got up and got out of the inner compartment. After a while, he took out a dark thing and handed it to Bei Chenjue, saying: "This is what the younger brother left for someone who is destined. As for what it is, let the donor go down the mountain and look again. ."
The younger brother has spent his entire life, pursuing the supreme supremacy of Buddhism, and was fortunate enough to have a glimpse of the fairy secret. However, just because he simply broke the fairy secret, he has consumed all the vitality of the younger brother.
When Bei Chenyu heard this, he immediately stood up and took it religiously. He didn't expect that he was the destined person in this rumor.
"Songyun monk..."
"Donor, the deceased has passed away, so there is no need to say anything more. This game of chess pieces was originally set by the younger brother and left for you. For many years, Lao Na has finally waited for someone to be destined." Bei Chenyue said Going down, the old monk had already interrupted.
Finally, because of this sentence, Bei Chenjue finally remembered that what was left of the endgame was extremely similar to what happened between him and his girl!
At this time, he was stuck at the moment when he and the girl separated the two worlds, and every step he took, he played chess pieces one after another under the intentional leadership of the old monk.
No wonder he felt so familiar at first, as if he had actually experienced it personally.
The old monk has lived for hundreds of years and has already become a human spirit. He has his own way of observing words, watching and looking. Seeing the epiphany in Bei Chenjue's eyes, he can't help but admire, the destined person of the younger brother is extraordinary.