Don't run away, lady: pick up a witch to farm

Chapter 202 Lost Letter

In the early morning of the second day, Feng Qingchen pushed open the door of the meditation room, facing the rising sun, Feng Qingchen returned to normal state.

It was only a sad day, and Feng Qingchen was full of gratitude and shame when she knew what her mother had done for her, but what her mother hoped most was for her to live a good life, so Feng Qingchen didn't know it because she knew about it. These things made me feel depressed, but I quickly cheered up. I still have things that my mother told me to be done, so how can I be depressed.

"Oh Mitofo, you're recovering well, stretch out your hand." The abbot stepped into the gate and saw Feng Qingchen holding his head up to welcome the rising sun, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hello, master." Feng Qingchen saluted, and then stretched out her arms in front of the abbot.

"I was injured, but it's almost recovered. I haven't been able to use my internal strength yet. From today onwards, you will first occupy this meditation room. I will explain the principles of Zen to you. After seven days, you will move to the one where your mother lived before." Go to the small courtyard, and I will go to teach you every day in the future, and you can go down the mountain after two years."

"Yes, master, but can someone send a letter to the capital for me? This time, I will not be able to go back for such a long time. I have to explain." Feng Qingchen thought of Yaoyun, and when he left, he couldn't say it himself. The last time, now that I have to live here for two years, I always have to write a letter to let me know, otherwise my little fairy will forget about me when the time comes, that would be bad.

"Well, when Hui Jieyuan comes to deliver your meals, you can deliver the letter to him." The old abbot nodded.Although it is reasonable to say that Feng Qingchen is able to come now, there should be no acquaintances, but since there is, then it should be informed.

So Feng Qingchen wrote the letter, handed it to Jieyuan, and then retreated with the abbot to listen to the abbot explaining the Zen language to himself.

After Jieyuan took the letter, he took some dry food from the kitchen and went down the mountain with the letter.Along the way, there was the fragrance of birds and flowers. After walking for almost a day, Jie Yuan was very curious looking at the passing carriages. He found a place to make it, took out the steamed buns and started to bite.

Although Jie Yuan is a monk, Jie Yuan, who is only seven or eight years old, is at the height of his curiosity. A little rabbit popped out of the bushes beside him, and Jie Yuan moved closer to look curiously. , just like this, bouncing around in front of Jie Yuan, Jie Yuan was itching to get closer to the little rabbit, but the little rabbit started to run, and Jie Yuan hurriedly followed, chasing for a long time For a while, I still didn't catch up in the end.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, he remembered that he still had a mission and had to find a place to spend the night. Thinking, Jie Yuan touched his chest, but no matter how he touched, he didn't feel the existence of the letter, and immediately became anxious , and hurriedly searched back according to the places I walked before.

But no matter how I searched, it was getting dark, and I still couldn't find it, so Jieyuan's mournful face, regardless of the darkness, walked back to Juyuan Temple, and waited until the next morning to come to open the temple gate to clean up The people found Jie Yuan, who was frowning and sleeping in the corner of the door, and rushed back to find the steward uncle.

When the steward uncle came out to the gate of the temple, Jieyuan had already woken up, but his little face was wrinkled more tightly than when he was asleep, and his eyes were red. It felt like if you just said a little to him, the tears would melt away. Fall out immediately.

(End of this chapter)