“I like them very much.”

Lan Suiyou repeated this sentence, with a full of showy and pride on her face, and said, "Whether it is the old Taoist, my teacher, evil sister, Xun, Jingzi, Zuofu, Mi Peier, Ban Yuehui, enter the Neique, pao, Yanyanluo, Benten, Qingxinglantern, by the way, there is also the old man in the temple."

"And me?" The old man looked a little surprised, as if he hadn't expected that he would include it.

Perhaps because most of the characters listed by Lan Sui are girls, he always feels a bit weird when he appears.

"Ah, of course."

Lan Sui smiled, and his body swayed the wine glass in his hand slightly, followed his movements. Lan Sui looked at the bright moon in the sky, and many poems echoed from his mind one by one.

Tonight, the moon is bright and people are looking at it, but I don’t know whose home I think of autumn falls.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?

I am walking around the west and want to reach the sky, but I leave my home and see the moon full again.

When I look at my hometown in the Ming Dynasty, I should see plum blossoms in Longtou.

No matter which world or where it is, the bright moon in the sky has never changed. But who can tell me about the sorrow in my heart?

"I am a person without a home, or when I was born in this world, I had no home." Looking down at the reflection of the bright moon in the wine glass, Lan drank it dry in one sip.

"However, I was lucky to meet the old Taoist. Although I had been living a displaced life for several years, the old man still gave me a home with his greatest ability.

I called him a rude and had never cooked any good dishes for him to eat. I wouldn't even think about pounding my back. But he still looked at me with a smile, rubbing my head whenever I was dazed."

After taking a breath, Lan Sui didn't know if he had drunk too much or because Mingyue was too shining tonight. He seemed to have many words to say.

"The old Taoist will die after all."

"Man is very strong and fragile. To be strong, it seems that all the difficulties in the world can be defeated, and a dawn road will emerge from the sea of ​​swords and blood.

But when you become fragile, just one emotion may destroy you.

Of course, I am still lucky, or sometimes life is like this. When you don’t expect it, you will always surprise you, and you just feel like you suddenly broke into my world. You just came in without even taking off your shoes, which caught me off guard.”

"Well, wouldn't it be very rude?" said the old man with a smile.

"It's quite rude!"

After saying that, both of them laughed out loud.

Lan Suiwei Temple and the old man filled the wine with him, took a sip and said, "But you, you guys, inadvertently, make my Taoist temple lively. Let me spend every day in the noise.

I have to treat you with good wine and food, and I have to accompany you with all my heart.

But it's really..."

After drinking a sip of wine, Lan Sui seemed to be drunk and threw the wine glass in his hand and poured it on the ground.

"It's so troublesome~"

After saying that, after a few seconds of quietness, there was a snoring sound. The old man in the temple looked at the wine glass in his hand and was speechless, as if he was looking at his various pasts, the girl, the evil man, the Buddha statue, and the four little demons he saved while wandering.

"When did I actually have someone who cares about me?"

I thought I had put down everything, but in the end I didn't let go of anything. All kinds of things in the world make people feel that my emotions are unnecessary in this furnace of heaven and earth, but it is also unnecessary makes people feel that I am still alive.

The dream became fragments, and the old man in the temple woke up from the dream.

The temple is still a temple. The monk Yifeng clasped his hands and smiled warmly at the temple.

"Donor, have you ever let go?" he asked.

"Don't let go." She replied.

As he said that, he picked up the potato roast pork in front of her and smiled and said, "I have to pick it up!"

"Okay, okay!"

Monk Yifeng was full of his complexion at this time.

The temple elder also laughed at the same time. The ghosts on his body instantly shook open, and the sea of ​​blood and skeletons disappeared. The sunlight slipped in from the window, and the faint dust floated slowly. A golden butterfly flew past the temple elder with its wings, following an inconsistent path and finally stayed in the hands of the Buddha statue.

"Thank you, Master."

"In the end, the fate will fall on the donor's place. If the donor does not seek benevolence and get benevolence, I will not be able to persuade him."

The old man in the temple turned his head, and the direction he was heading was clearly empty, but she seemed to be able to determine that he was at that position, paying attention to his own movements.

Unfortunately, this incident finally disappointed him.

Since it was said at the beginning that it was to compete for the cultivation of Buddhism rather than some attack methods, then in terms of cultivation of Buddhism, it was considered that you were defeated.

I was worried that I would see him feeling very distressed, but there was nothing I could do about it.

After smiling, the temple master was about to put away the Buddhist temple and said to the monk Yifeng: "For this competition, it's Master, you..."

"If this competition is yours, you won."

Before the temple could finish its old sayings, monk Yifeng was stolen.

The old man in the temple was stunned and was about to put away the Buddhist temple's hand and paused. He looked at the monk Yifeng in confusion and asked, "I wonder why the master has such a statement. According to our previous conclusion, shouldn't you win?"

Monk Yifeng clasped his hands together, shook his head, and smiled, "But, Japanese Buddhism needs me to lose this game."

"What do you mean?" Master Si was a little confused.

"If I don't lose, Japan Buddhism will not win." The old man looked up at the sky and sighed leisurely and said, "If Buddhism, which seems to be the dominant Japanese family, naturally would not have any problems in peacetime.

However, it is no longer the time to spend leisurely. They have been walking for too long on the road of self-cultivation. Buddhist temples and land used to be their pure land, but this pure land can no longer support them to go through the next years.

It’s not that none of them noticed this, but the appearance of the monk seemed to give them hope.

Monk Yifeng can, and so can I.

I don’t know when they had this illusion. They were still stubbornly thinking that I could survive this catastrophe as long as I followed my previous practice.

But I know that this is not possible.

Therefore, I can only lose."

At this moment, Monk Yifeng's smile was already a little bitter. He lowered his head and said, "Please let me lose this game."

The old man in the temple was stunned. He looked at the monk in front of him and didn't know what to say, or what else to say.

Buddha is the enlightened one.

There are generally three realms: self-awareness, awareness of others, and perfection of action and awareness.

Monk Yifeng is already standing above his realm. The old man from Xianjue Temple, and then realizes that Japan Buddhism seems to be nothing big. But he is using his reputation to exchange it for.

The temple master could even think about what kind of harsh words did the Japanese Buddhists treat him after Monk Yifeng lost. It was easy to hold a person to heaven, but it was also very easy to throw him to the ground.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a saying that the wall would push everyone to say.

A virtuous master may become obsessed with sentient beings in this world.

But this is also his own choice, or what else can the temple master say in the face of such a choice?

"Ponnie knows."
Chapter completed!