If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

The breeze blew through the hems of their clothes, making the leaves on both sides rustle.

The sound of the wind fell into the ears of the two people, awakening their slightly dazed sanity.

Gu Yongnian slightly turned sideways to make way for Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi nodded at him and walked towards Kongling Temple.

Gu Yongnian turned around and watched him walk into the gate of Kongling Temple.

Although Kongling Temple is very popular, there are very few monks inside.

Most of them are volunteers. They guide tourists to light incense and kneel down to worship, and also show the way for lost tourists.

It is extremely difficult for tourists to see the monks practicing in this empty temple. If they see them, they must be extremely lucky.

Song Chuyi did not deliberately look for the monk. He went to the main hall, lit a stick of incense and put it into the incense burner.

Then turned and left.

Kongling Temple is very large, occupying almost the entire top of the mountain.

In addition to broad avenues, there are also quiet paths.

Song Chuyi chose a small path and walked along it. The dense trees blocked the overly hot sun.

The mountain breeze blew up the strands of hair on his forehead, and the sunlight quietly fell on him through the leaves.

Be cautious and don't dare to show off.

The mature leaves fell with the breeze and landed in his palms.

Song Chuyi laughed softly, with a gentle smile rising in his eyes.

He squatted down and placed the leaf at the roots of the tree where it belonged.

There were ants running busily nearby, and an unknown little bug climbed onto the leaves, found a comfortable place, and lay there leisurely.

Song Chuyi squatted and watched for a while until the sound of bells came from Kongling Temple. He then stood up and looked in the direction of the bells.

The sound of the bell was long and distant, echoing throughout the entire mountaintop.

Song Chuyi blinked and walked towards the sound of the bell.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he arrived at a yard.

There is a very big coffee tree in the yard.

The rich woody scent lingers throughout the courtyard, making people feel refreshed just by walking in.

There is a big bell next to the coffee tree, and the bell sound just now came from this bell.

A monk in robes was sweeping the floor. The ground was very clean, without even a leaf falling.

Perhaps the monk noticed someone coming in, he stopped what he was doing, clasped his hands together towards Song Chuyi, and bowed slightly.

Song Chuyi also nodded at him, pointed to the coffee tree in the center, and asked, "Is it blooming and bearing fruit?"

The monk didn't seem to expect the tourist to ask this question. After a pause, he replied honestly:

“No flowers, no fruits.”

Song Chuyi was not surprised by this answer.

The monk bowed to him and then left.

Song Chuyi was the only one in the yard who walked to the coffee tree.

When the breeze blew, the coffee tree, which was supposed to move with the wind, seemed to be welded by iron and did not move at all.

He raised his hand and touched the leaf closest to him.

The feel is not good, like rusty wood, and it does not have the softness of the leaves themselves.

No wonder it doesn't move even when the wind blows.

Footsteps were heard from behind, followed by a voice.

“This is the sacred tree of the Kongling Temple.”

Song Chuyi turned around and looked at the person who came.

Gu Yongnian was standing not far away, holding a string of brown Buddhist beads in his hand.

Perhaps because he saw him looking at him, Gu Yongnian walked towards him with his long legs.

After walking up to him, he looked up at the huge coffee tree and said:

“The Kongling Temple was built because of it.”

"It is said that several hundred years ago, the emperor was defeated by the rebels. The army he led had not rested for days and was exhausted. They no longer had the ability to fight."

"After arriving here by chance, the army was energized and strengthened, and turned defeat into victory."

"Later, the emperor built the Kongling Temple with this sacred tree as its center."

Gu Yongnian looked at Song Chuyi and asked, "Do you believe it? A tree can turn the tide of a battle."

Song Chu nodded.

"I believe."

Of course he believed it.

Because the emperor hugged the tree trunk and cried, saying that his loved one was captured by the enemy and prayed to God to help him.

He thought the emperor's crying was too ugly, so he secretly amplified the smell of his fruit, hoping that the emperor would smell it and find it unpleasant and let him go quickly.

But later the emperor went crazy and ran away with his men.

Hmm...it seems that he has got back the person he loves.

When Gu Yongnian heard this, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"I believe it too."

"Although experts say this is just unofficial history."

Song Chuyi hummed and noticed the Buddhist beads in his hand.

He looked twice more.

Gu Yongnian also explained at this time: "This is a Buddhist rosary made from the branches of the sacred tree."

"A week ago, lightning struck the trunk of the sacred tree, and a small branch fell off."

"I bought the branch from the abbot here and made this string of Buddhist beads."

Song Chuyi blinked gently, "Since it is a sacred tree, why would the host be willing to sell the branches to you?"

Everyone in Kongling Temple should respect and worship this sacred tree.

A smile flashed across Gu Yongnian's eyes.

“Because I’m the next host.”

Song Chuyi:...

Really unexpected.

He didn't ask any more questions and turned to look at the tall coffee tree.

It is very tall and big, bringing coolness to the yard.

Gu Yongnian looked at the tall sacred tree again and let the breeze blow his clothes, but it did not shake the sacred tree at all.

He didn't know when the person beside him left, and only the woody scent similar to that of the coffee tree lingered in Gu Yongnian's nose.

He looked at the empty space beside him, then lowered his eyes and put the Buddhist beads on his left wrist.

The beads on this string are very small, with 21 in total, and they are inconspicuous when worn on the hand.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it's a brown bracelet.

After Gu Yongnian put it on, he pulled down his rolled-up sleeves, and the string of Buddhist beads disappeared completely.

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After leaving Kongling Temple, Song Chuyi returned home.

Song's mother made some desserts and brought them to the table when she saw him come back.

"Chuyi, come and try the caramel pudding I just learned to make today."

Song Chuyi responded, walked over and tasted a little.

"delicious."

He was not stingy with his praise.

"Mom, aren't we going to have dinner with Uncle Gu and the others today?"

Song's mother smiled and said, "Your uncle Gu has something urgent to do at the company, so we will meet next weekend."

"By the way, your Uncle Gu has a son named Gu Yongnian."

"I went to the same university as you, and we had the same major. Did you guys know each other?"

Song Chuyi ate pudding and nodded.

"acknoledged."

"he is great."

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

"That's good."

"You are of the same age and in the same major, so you can have a good chat."

"I'm having dinner with your Uncle Gu and his friends next weekend. Do you want to come with us?"

Song Chuyi thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Song's mother's smile deepened and she handed him a glass of milk.

"By the way, how about going to the Kongling Temple today?"