Qingqing was sent to Luoyang by Chen Qiu before the Suzhou War and stayed there for more than half a month.

Later, Chen Qiu was kidnapped and she went to Qilu for almost a month, including the half month of return.

Qingqing has been leaving Suzhou for more than three months.

She left in June and the summer just arrived.

It’s September and October when I come back, it’s already autumn.

The post road outside Suzhou City is full of yellow fallen leaves. A gust of wind blows, rolling up the leaves and flying around in the air. Looking at the almost bare branches in front of you, it feels like autumn is bleak.

Qingqing returned to Suzhou mainly to burn incense and worship his master Lu Buyuan.

Lu Buzhi's birthday is August and has passed long ago.

His death day was in June, but it was still far from here.

"The Sumeru Zen Temple was originally a villa of a wealthy businessman in Suzhou. It was also outside the city, not far from the Luoyueqintai.

After thanking Senior Brother Jiaozi, I asked Heluo to help my brothers and send you to Qintai to worship your master."

In a large carriage, the monk who changed into a monk's robe and lit incense said to Qingqing beside him:

"I will stay in Suzhou for half a month. If Qingqing wants to go back to Luoyang with me, I will come to the Zen Temple to look for me."

"Um."

Qingqing nodded, and the storm of the storm and purple lightning in her arms was rattled.

Qingqing has developed bad habits and will scream when they are hungry.

Eat irregularly and overeat.

After hearing the dissuasion of Lang Seng, the junior sister made up her mind to "reduce weight" for these two fat birds.

This is the blood of the crested eagle.

If you can't fly into the sky in the future and can only scatter on the ground, that's really a joke.

Soon, the carriage guarded by the Heluo Boxers was parked outside the gate of the Sumeru Zen Temple.

Mustard Seed Monk was a monk and could not stand the servants' service. After the war in Suzhou, only a few cooking cooks and a few novice monks who came to Suzhou with Mustard Seed Monk. The rest of the servants were dismissed.

It is definitely not enough to rely on such a small amount of people to maintain and repair the huge manor, and it reveals a slightly desolate atmosphere inside and outside.

The monk went to knock on the door himself.

A moment later, the door of the Zen temple opened, but it was not a novice monk, but a young man wearing a gray monk's robe, handsome face, a scholar's bun, and an extraordinary demeanor.

He was still holding a folding fan in his hand and swayed it around.

This should have been a very casual move, but it was strange to see it no matter how you look at it.

"Ah, it's you."

When Zhang Lan saw that the person coming was a monk again, she turned around with an impatient look on her face and wanted to leave. However, she saw Qingqing getting off the carriage again, but the slutty young man became interested.

He leaned against the door and said to Qingqing:

"What a beautiful little girl, come on, let me draw a beautiful girl for you... Uh, is it good to draw Zhang Danqing?"

Qingqing doesn't know Zhang Lan.

But Lang Monk knew each other and knew the intersection between Zhang Lan and Shen Qiu. Lang Monk pronounced the Buddha's name and whispered to the hippie-faced Zhang Lan:

"This girl is the junior sister of Young Master Chen Qiu. Don't harasse yourself by donor Zhang Lan."

"Ah! Chen Qiu's unkind junior sister who is loyal to the goods?"

Zhang Lan widened her eyes, he looked at Qingqing, and he said indignantly:

"After all, I have saved your senior brother. As a result, when I was in trouble, Chen Qiu was ungrateful. Not only did he not speak for me, but he also left me in this broken yard!

This young master has been banned for more than three months and is so annoyed by the mustard seed monk all day long that he is almost crazy!

Since you are his junior sister, you will be responsible for the mistake Chen Qiu made..."

"Zhang Lan!"

Before the young master of the Qijue Sect finished speaking, a gentle voice came from deeper in the fallen leaves in the yard.

"Don't be noisy!

Go to the Buddhist temple to silence the Lankavatara Sutra three times... Also, I promised them to stay in the Zen temple for those female donors around you who do not want to leave.

But don’t let them enter the Buddhist temple again, which will disturb the tranquility!”

"whispering sound!"

Zhang Lan, who was still in a state of great momentum just now, was about to cause trouble for Qingqing, and after hearing this gentle sound, he fell down at a speed visible to the naked eye like a deflated balloon.

He glared at Qingqing and said:

"If your senior brother still has a little conscience, he should come to save me from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible. Amitabha... Bah! I was actually affected by the bald donkey. It's really a sin."

Zhang Lan patted her mouth, snorted at Qingqing again, then stood on tiptoe, rose up lightly, and stepped steadily on the branches behind her.

In a flash, it disappeared.

Run faster than a monkey.

"Wow, what a great light skills."

Qingqing learned the Phantom Step, and naturally realized that Zhang Lan's skill is so good at leisurely. Among the people she had met, except for the Master Qiu, the crazy Zhang Lan had the best light skills.

The senior brother had never told her in detail about the war in Suzhou, so she naturally didn't know the grudge between Chen Qiu and Zhang Lan.

The monk on the other side had already stepped forward and spoke to the mustard seed monk who came to greet him.

"Is this Zen temple comfortable to live in?"

The Lang Monk asked with a smile.

The mustard seed monk was still the same as before, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, holding a string of sandalwood rosary in his hand, leaving a short gray-white stubble, half of his face as gentle as a Buddha, and half of his face was covered with scars, as horrified as a ghost.

He closed his hands and said to Lang Monk:

"Of course I live comfortably, but I hate that Junior Brother spends too much, and this house is exaggerated, which really makes me feel uneasy."

"What did senior brother say?"

The Lang Monk supported the mustard seed monk's arm, and he said:

"This house is not just for the senior brothers. The last time I went to visit the masters of Nippon Temple, Zen Master Yuanfa wanted to promote Buddhism in Jiangnan, which is a great thing.

When Zen Master Yuanfa comes to Suzhou next year, he can live in this Sumeru Zen Temple without having to look for other places.”

"If the great monks of Nirvana Temple want to live in Suzhou for a long time, then this yard will naturally be right."

Langseng said seriously:

"The land in the south of the Yangtze River is rich and stable, but the Dharma is not prosperous, and there are many evil and heretics who use many banners to harm sentient beings.

Nirvana Temple is in Lin'an, although it is not far from Suzhou.

But I also hope to see that my Buddha's mercy can spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River."

“That’s right.”

The Mustard Monk also sighed lightly and stopped talking.

The monk waved to Qingqing who was standing not far away, and he said:

"Qingqing, come here, I will recommend Senior Brother Mustard to you."

"oh."

Hearing the call of the monk, the junior sister tidied up her clothes and walked over.

As she took a few steps closer, the Mustard Monk saw Qingqing's face full of energy, and the rosary turning in her hand suddenly became slower.

He looked at Qingqing, especially Qingqing's eyes full of spiritual energy.

Mustard Monk's lips moved, but they returned to normal in an instant.

Langseng noticed this and asked hurriedly:

"Senior brother is in poor health?"

"Well, I have occasionally palpitations these days."

The mustard monk rubbed his heart and covered up his past.

He said a few words to Langseng, but his attention was always on Qingqing.

Qingqing also looked at the mustard seed master.

The intertwined knife marks on half of his face really shocked Qingqing.

She couldn't help but wonder what happened to this gentle master when he was young that he was so what he is now?

However, since I am here to thank the Mustard Monk for saving his senior brother for his life, Qingqing politely presented a few Buddhist rituals.

It was all prepared by the Langshu for her.
To be continued...