The spiritual tongue is entangled, and the orchid is dark.

Just like the meeting between the golden wind and jade dew, it is better than countless people in the world.

One is a pure and left-over man, and the other is an older mature woman. Once the breakthrough is a big obstacle for men and women, it is like a fire encountering dry firewood, and it is out of control.

Song Wen and Xiao Jun hugged each other tightly, like greedy children sucking each other's sweetness.

The Pima on the side saw the two hugging each other like this, kissing, licking and sucking with their eyes closed, feeling very strange. They thought they were eating something good, so they also leaned over and wanted to try it. The birds in the sky also flew down curiously, stood on the Pima's head, tilted their heads and looked at it, and even screamed "gurgling".

Song Wen was holding Xiaojun and kissing her, suddenly feeling a gust of heat coming from the side. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly noticed that the swagger came over and was shocked. You banana guava, what do you want to do? He quickly kidnapped it hatefully and pushed it away.

The Mama roared a little aggrievedly, just to try what they tasted. As for this, the bird also stood on the Mama's head and joined in the fun and clamored.

Xiaojun saw it and smiled unconsciously.

Song Wen ignored these two guys and pulled Xiaojun to continue walking forward. His eyes suddenly fell on the tall horse that was slamming. He just said that he wanted to turn into a horse to ride. Isn’t this horse right in front of him? Is it necessary to change?

He had never thought about riding a horse before, because in his eyes it was still a young horse and was not suitable for riding. It was calculated that the horse was less than one year old, and riding it now would not be effective in its future growth. But I don’t know if it was transformed by the transformation of the Ruyi Fan space spring and nourished by meat, but the one-year-old horse has grown tall, powerful, strong and powerful, and now it is as tall as his breasts.

Maybe I could ride it out, Song Wen thought. Otherwise, I wouldn't know when I would walk by him and Xiaojun.

So he walked to the Mau Ma, touched its forehead and asked, "Do you know the way home?"

The Pima and the little bird grew up drinking the spring water of the Ruyi Fan. They seemed to have different spiritualities of other animals and could understand human words. At least they knew what Song Wen said. Before the Pima answered, the little bird was nodding and screaming on its head. The Pima looked at it and threw it away in anger. Then he nodded to Song Wen, obviously knowing the way back.

Song Wen was overjoyed and asked again: "Would you like to take us back?"

After hearing this, Boma nodded happily and bit Song Wen's clothes and dragged it on his back.

Song Wen was very happy when he saw this, and quickly called Xiaojun to ride on the horse. Then he hugged Xiaojun and slapped the horse with a cheerful shout: "Let's go, let's go home." The horse ran out when he heard his words. The bird also flapped its wings and flew over them.

The wind was rushing, and flowers, plants and trees on both sides flew past their eyes quickly. Song Wen was surprised to find that the horse was running faster than the car, at least more than 80 kilometers per hour. He glared at the eyes in disbelief and thought to himself: This guy is too amazing.

The oncoming wind made Xiaojun's hair fly, and with the garland on her head, she was as enchanting as the passionate Wushan goddess.

Xiaojun seemed to like the feeling of riding on a horse. She closed her eyes and opened her arms to enjoy everything in front of her. After a while, she opened her eyes. Seeing the little bird flying in the sky, she couldn't help but turn back and ask Song Wen and ask, "What's your red-crowned crane?"

"I usually call it a bird."

"It sounds so ugly. I think it is a red-crowned crane. Why not call it a small crane!"

Song Wen curled his lips slightly, thinking that it looked like a girl's name, and he didn't know whether it was a male or female. However, since it was named Yiren, no matter how bad it was, he could only say it was good. He nodded and responded: "Okay!"

"What's the name of the slander?" Xiaojun asked again.

Song Wen rolled his eyes when he heard this. It seemed that she would not give up until she gave up their names today. He said helplessly: "It has no name."

"How can I not call it without a name? It's not easy to call it. Why not call it Bobo?"

"Bobo, this name is weird." Song Wen's face twitched slightly, and it seemed that people in Guangdong called women's chests "Bo".

"I feel this name is good."

Xiaojun turned around and stared at Song Wen and said, she wanted to call it to refute it, but later she felt like she was calling it "Uncle", so she took the first sound, but unexpectedly she was opposed by her lover.

"Okay! Just call it Bobo." Song Wen said weakly. It would be fine if she liked it, it wasn't her own name anyway.

The horse ran forward without knowing that he had been sold by Song Wen.

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The ancient Xichan Temple was said to have been built in the Tang Dynasty and has a history of more than a thousand years. It is one of the six Zen forests in Rongcheng.

There is a couplet engraved on the pillars of the gate of the ancient temple: "The lit trees are passed down from the Song Dynasty in the four dynasties, and the bells sounded throughout the ages." It is said that it was written by Zhou Lian in the Qing Dynasty. The couplet also pointed out that the "Xichan Ancient Temple" was seen in the Tang Dynasty. However, few people know that the ancient temple was the daughter of the King of Fujian. Later, after chaotic dynasties, the palace did not exist, so this place was turned into a temple and worshipped Buddha statues.

In the backyard of the ancient temple, there is a lychee tree with a waist thickness. However, for some of the branches on the tree have dried up, and only a few branches are green and green, but some seem to be in a sluggish sense. This lychee is a very rare variety, called "Seba Niang". Legend has it that it is named because the eighteen daughter of the Fujian King likes to eat this kind of lychee.

This lychee of Shiba Niang is dark red and slender, and is compared to a girl. It is also known as the one who grows it here.

At this time, there was an old monk under the tree. The old monk looked at the increasingly haggard lychee tree with tears in his eyes.

This lychee was planted by his ancestors. He watered and weeded with his master since he was a child and served him diligently. I remember that when the lychee season came, he and his master would share the lychees he produced to neighbors and pilgrims to taste. That period was the happiest time in his life. Unexpectedly, when the catastrophe came, not only did the temples, Buddha statues and scriptures be destroyed, but even the master died after the disaster. The lychee seemed to have spirituality, and never had a single fruit ever since, and it was always in a state of decline.

Are you going with your master?

The old monk looked at the lychees that had been with him as he grew up in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of old tears flowed down his cheeks from his eyes, dripping onto the ground, splashing some dust.

"Amitabha Buddha, sentient beings come to seed, and the cause and effect will be born again. There is no ruthlessness and no seed, and no nature and no birth."

The old monk recited the Buddha's verse and showed his sad face. The past scenes passed by his heart, and expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness appeared one by one, making his heart feel more and more desolate.

The old monk is old and in good health. The apprentice who served beside him is afraid that something might happen if he is too sad, so he hurriedly said, "Master, I heard that a master has recently appeared in Nanzhou to treat such an old tree that is about to die. Why don't you invite him to come and have a look?"

After hearing this, the old monk gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked, "Really?"

"How dare I deceive the master? I heard that the man cured a pot of old wintersweet from the donor of the pond. Many people say that he is very good at it?" said the little monk.
Chapter completed!