The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 557 Reunion

There are many unforgettable moments in a person's life.

such as.

Here and now.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, his head slightly raised, his eyes sharp and bright. The white-faced scholar before had been worn away, replaced by eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.

From the hair to the joints, he has become a completely different person.

Zhu Weixi was speechless and just watched quietly. The scars from the past were reopened, and it turned out that they had not healed at all.

Still bleeding.

Geng Songsheng was also looking at her.

In his memory, the bright girl stood under the snow-white pear blossoms and smiled at him. Now the black hair is still there, the beauty is still there, but many things are gone.

"My dear, is this your former lover?"

Geng Song Sheng came back to his senses.

"Ah."

"He looks good. He looks lucky, but... his eyesight is not very good."

"What's wrong?"

"I can look at you, tsk tsk, I'm blind!"

"Master, don't talk about yourself like that, it will ruin your life."

"I can't help it. I am a dwarf who picks up generals and picks up rocks in latrines. Isn't this pointless?"

"That's really wronging you."

"No grievance, eminent monk, you are all very generous."

"..."

Is this the eminent monk that Shi Ran said only appeared once every 300 years?

Can you still sit down and become a Buddha?

Little Mr. Pei curiously put half of his head in, looked at the withered old monk on the kang bed, and asked sincerely:
"Are you really Master Zenyue?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

The master sat upright and said, "Monks do not lie, Amitabha."

Pei smiled: "..."

A long-awaited reunion between old lovers was interrupted by these few words, and everything that was sad and sad, and that seemed like a world away, all disappeared.

Yan Sanhe: "Geng Songsheng, I have already told you our purpose of coming, can you..."

"Sleep first."

Geng Songsheng said in a rather impatient tone, "We'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"That's right, don't talk about things at night. Talking alone can cause problems easily."

The master said very generously: "The house opposite will be given to you."

How about seven people crammed into a small stone house?

Little Master Pei laid out the record of the official: "Is there no other Zen room in the Golden Pavilion Temple?"

"Just these two rooms."

The master pointed at Geng Song Sheng: "He has one room, and I have one room."

Little Mr. Pei didn't believe it, so he pushed open the door with his shoes on and walked out. When he saw it, he almost fainted again.

Looking around, there were only three broken stone rooms connected together on the top of the vast white platform.

At this time, he belatedly remembered that the east and west stone houses had no doors and were open.

So poor?

Who the hell named it Kinkakuji? It’s obviously an earthen temple!

Just as Mr. Pei was about to enter the house, he glanced at the couplets at the door and shouted in shock: "Yan Sanhe, Yan Sanhe..."

Yan Sanhe came out.

Little Mr. Pei pointed to the couplet.

It was difficult to see clearly in the wind and snow, so Yan Sanhe had to move closer to take a look. This sight really shocked him.

The couplet reads: Painting a tiger's skin is difficult to paint its bones, knowing a person's face but not his heart.

Little Mr. Pei shrank his neck and muttered: "There is a fundamental rule in Buddhism, which is based on the premise of not destroying the laws of the world. This couplet... is strange!"

It's not strange, but it means something.

Yan Sanhe thought for a while and said, "Go to bed first and talk about it early tomorrow morning."

As soon as the two of them entered the house, they saw Zhu Weixi leaning against the wall, so thin that he was about to collapse: "Geng Songsheng, can you give me a good time now?"

"..." No one answered.

Little Mr. Pei couldn't bear it and wanted to help his sister-in-law back, but he didn't want to be held back by Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe shook his head and motioned for him to wait.

for a long time.

Finally a voice came from the room: "Wait until Yuanzhao wakes up."

……

Zhu Yuanzhao was pinched awake. When he woke up, he heard that Geng Songsheng had been found. Like Zhu Weixi, he stumbled out.

"Gengsongsheng?"

Geng Songsheng walked over, stretched out his hand and punched him lightly on the chest, "Zhu Yuanzhao!"

Zhu Yuanzhao staggered back a few steps, his eyes red, "You kid...make it easy for me to find you."

"Who asked you to find me? It will delay my baby's cultivation."

Master Zen Yue on the kang bed looked impatient, "Come in, everyone. If we talk to each other earlier, you can get out of here sooner."

Geng Songsheng glanced over, and the master quickly closed his mouth.

Yan Sanhe glanced at the two of them a few times and said, "Ding Yi and Huang Qi will go to bed first, and the rest will come in."

There is no place to sit when you come in.

Fortunately, there were several futons in the stone house. They spread the futons on the ground and everyone imitated the monk's meditation posture and crossed their legs.

Geng Songsheng waited for the water in the pot to boil and made tea for them.

The tea was served in bowls instead of cups. After six bowls of tea were brewed, the whole stone house was filled with a refreshing aroma.

What is Mr. Pei's identity? As soon as he smells the fragrance of the tea, he knows that this tea is three points better than the tea in Huairen Courtyard.

He touched Yan Sanhe's with his knee. Yan Sanhe didn't pay attention to this, his eyes were on Geng Songsheng.

He has broad shoulders, a thick chest, and a sharp eye, but he is extremely meticulous in his work. There is not a drop of water dripping out of the six tea bowls.

Obviously, this person is rough but fine.

She also noticed that a few tea leaves were missing from the bowl of tea given to Zhu Weixi, probably because she was afraid that she would fall asleep after drinking too much tea.

Geng Songsheng finished his work and sat cross-legged next to the old monk. He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. His eyes did not look at Zhu Weixi, but fell on Yan Sanhe.

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?"

“Why the fraud?”

Yan Sanhe was not polite at all, and asked questions very directly.

"Why did you smile at yourself when you were caught? Why did you burn the book? Was it framed? Is there something fishy about the talisman that Mao asked you from Mount Wutai?"

Geng Songsheng was obviously startled: "It seems that the girl knows my past very well."

Yan Sanhe: "Otherwise, why would we make this trip?"

Geng Songsheng suddenly laughed, "I thought the first person would ask, why did I become a monk?"

Yan Sanhe: "I shouldn't ask this question."

As soon as he said this, the old monk, who had his eyes closed, raised his eyelids and glanced at Yan Sanhe lightly.

Yan Sanhe noticed and raised his eyes to look at him. The old monk looked away very calmly, took out a slender pipe from the quilt behind him, and smiled flatteringly at Geng and Song Sheng.

"Baby, do you want a bite?"

"Come!"

The old monk stuffed a bunch of black tobacco into it, lit it on the fire, and stuffed it into Geng Songsheng's hand like a treasure.

Geng Songsheng took it and stuffed it into his mouth generously.

This series of actions stunned the four people on the ground.

The monk smokes silk?

This is a stay;
An eminent monk serving his apprentice?
This is the second stay.

There is also a third stay that belongs exclusively to Mr. Pei.

Looking around the world, people in China can only smoke tobacco with more than one finger. The tobacco is shipped from the sea and is ridiculously expensive.

As far as he knew, only the old prince behind Yusheng Tower in the entire Forty-Nine City could afford to smoke this.

These two monks were so poor that they couldn't even afford to build a decent temple. How could they get the money to smoke silk?

But looking at this, he is still used to smoking.

At this time, Geng Songsheng blew out a puff of smoke, and his eyes in the smoke were frighteningly bright.

"Before spring, something was taken away from me."

(End of this chapter)