Mingjun is not descended from the world

The night sky is bright, and the cold moon is like frost.

Zhou Funian looked up at the starry sky with some sourness.

Counting from day to day, it was already the third night that he had been tied to the stable. During this period, Zongxue had been on vacation, and no one came to rescue him.

That's right, a person like him doesn't have a single friend to turn to, so who can condescend to ask a lowly man to dirty his hands?

Even the only person who feels different from those people...

Forget it, don't mention it.

"Back it, back it."

Unexpectedly, this retreat, to such a filthy place as a stable, might even lead to his death.

Zhou Funian laughed at himself twice, pulling at the corners of his mouth and the wound on his abdomen, another burst of tearing pain.

In the past three days, no water or rice had been eaten, and even his iron body couldn't support it. Zhou Funian was so hungry that even his mind was a little faint.

He imagined that someone would come to save him.

I imagined that someone moistened his dry lips and burning throat with clear and sweet water. I imagined that someone loosened the thin rope that was strangled in his muscles, relieving the pain in his body. I imagined that someone was smearing the corners of his mouth. He took the pungent and cold ointment, which stung his face in pain.

"hiss……"

Zhou Funian let out a low growl in pain, he frowned and opened his eyes, and his eyes became clearer.

"why you?"

It does not appear to be an illusion.The man still had a well-dressed and noble appearance, reflecting the afterglow of the moonlight, and his whole body seemed to exude holy brilliance.

It made him even more like a muddy pig mangy dog.

Zhou Funian slowly got up and sat on the ground, slapped away Shen Yechu's hand on his shoulder, and said with a mocking smile,

"Why, come here to see if I'm dead? How miserable is it?"

Shen Yechu withdrew his hand, took out a food box from behind and pushed it to Zhou Funian's side, "You haven't eaten for a few days, your stomach is relatively fragile, and you may not be able to digest it if you eat too oily, I brought you white porridge. It's better to cushion first..."

"Stop being hypocritical," Zhou Funian sneered, "If you slap me and give me a sweet date, do you really think I'm a dog?"

Shen Yechu was stunned for a moment, and he brought out the porridge and put it on the food plate, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Heh", Zhou Funian turned his head to spit, then turned around and kicked the porridge on the food box to the ground.He arched his back and approached Shen Yechu's face from bottom to top and provocatively said, "Didn't you ask someone to beat me? .

Shen Yechu looked at the overturned rice bowl and the porridge spilled all over the floor without being annoyed, and brought out another bowl of porridge and two plates of pickles from the second layer of the food box without saying a word, "Eat it before it cools down. Although the white porridge was served as soon as it came out of the pot, but after walking this way, the sky is a bit cold, and it is not too hot anymore."

Zhou Funian couldn't understand Shen Yechu's meaning, so he glared at the man angrily and shouted, "What on earth do you mean? Open the skylight and speak honestly! You high-ranking rich and nobles are trying to tease me, a lowly reckless person." For people's pleasure?"

Only then did Shen Yechu raise his eyes to look at Zhou Funian and said, "Those two pears of yours are really sour."

Zhou Funian froze for a moment, he looked at Shen Yechu's faint expression, his face was full of puzzlement, "What... pears?"

Shen Yechu smiled bitterly and said, "Not only sour, but also bitter, that bowl of pear soup is really unpalatable."

Zhou Funian seemed to understand a little bit, he looked at Shen Yechu in disbelief, "Did you really...drink?"

Shen Yechu seemed to smile, and took out a package from behind, "Here are some coils and two jackets. You are fleeing, and the heavy luggage is somewhat inconvenient. Buy what you need."

Zhou Funian watched Shen Yechu fiddle with those things in a daze, and saw Shen Yechu take out a jade gourd from his bag.Looking carefully, it was the one he knocked over in Shen Yechu's room that day.I just heard Shen Yechu say, "At first I thought this thing was too cumbersome to carry, but that day I saw that you really liked it, so I brought it together. If you don't dislike it, just take it as a thought. If you think it's troublesome, take it to the money shop as a pawn." Yes, and a lot of money.”

Zhou Funian watched Shen Yechu lower his eyes, counting the things calmly, "I... still don't understand..."

"If you continue to stay in Chongyue, it's just a dead end." Shen Yechu put down those things and looked at Zhou Funian and said, "I know that you have been dormant in Chongyue all these years, bearing the burden of humiliation and trying your best, not because you want to be a hostage in Chongyue for the rest of your life. I have inquired for you, your prince and brother in Xilin is seriously ill... You are not a thing in the pool, you are destined to soar into the sky. Now is the time for you to go back. "

Zhou Funian looked at Shen Yechu's lips opening and closing, and what he said were words that warmed his heart. He felt as if someone had hammered his head a few times, and he couldn't help but grabbed Shen Yechu's hand and said, "You think so much about me? I also heard the villain slander and misunderstood you, I..."

Shen Yechu was secretly taken aback, he pulled his hand out of Zhou Funian's iron-locked palm, turned his head sideways and looked at his feet, and said, "Let's talk about business... I've already taken care of the border town, so naturally someone will take care of you Leaving Chongyue after leaving customs, they are all people close to me and trustworthy, you just go to him with the letter." Shen Yechu gave Zhou Funian a push, "Go as soon as you eat, don't waste the opportunity. "

Then he stood up and walked away without looking back.

Zhou Funian stared blankly at Shen Yechu's back, if it wasn't for the lingering pain from the ointment on the corner of his mouth, he really felt that everything tonight seemed like a dream.

It happened to be the fifteenth day of this month, and Shen Yechu accompanied his mother to fast for several days in Feilai Temple, devoting himself to paying respects to the Buddha and making offerings to the Buddha.

While reciting Huayan in the meditation room, he heard the book boy say that someone handed him a scroll.

Shen Yechu put down the scriptures, took the small paper scroll bound by weeds and asked, "Who is it?"

The book boy shook his head and said, "The man stuffed something into my hand and ran away without seeing the truth."

Shen Yechu unrolled the scroll and looked at the candlestick, and saw a few words written on the finger-wide scroll like grass flying in the wind, "On the willow's head on the moon, people make an appointment to fly behind the temple".

Shen Yechu's face became hot, and he quickly put the paper roll on the fire and lit it.Seeing this, the book boy wondered, "What are you talking about? But something happened in the mansion, why did you burn it?"

Shen Yechu raised the scriptures and said indistinctly, "It's nothing, it's just a country man messing around." After speaking, he waved his hand and let the book boy go out.

"Desperate longing for the world and always seek the wisdom of the Buddha, and gain the joy of the Dharma in the realm of freedom from desire..."

Shen Yechu murmured, but the nameless fire in his heart could not be extinguished no matter what.

It was night, Shen Yechu made an excuse to go out for a walk, and came to the small hillside behind Feilai Temple by a strange coincidence.

Stepping on the grass, the clothes rustled the branches and leaves.The silver moon hangs low, everything is silent, and the shadows of trees are like ghosts.

"I just came to see why he didn't leave." Shen Yechu comforted himself.

"Shen Yechu!"

As soon as Shen Yechu turned around, he was pinned by a figure on the big tree trunk behind him.

The clothes rubbed against the clothes, face to face, so close that even the warmth of breathing could be felt.

Zhou Funian's arm was blocking his shoulder, a posture that imprisoned him in his arms, making him unable to move.

Shen Yechu lowered his arms, and looked up and down at Zhou Funian under the moonlight.He was wearing the clothes he had prepared for him, although they were not very luxurious, but his clean and tidy appearance could be considered dignified.

Sure enough, Buddha depends on gold clothes, and people depend on clothes.

Shen Yechu said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Zhou Funian said, "I wanted to leave, but I couldn't let go of one thing, so I came back?"

Shen Yechu raised his head and glanced at him, "Is there anything you can't let go of?"

Zhou Funian moved closer again, "I have something on my mind, and I want to ask Penglai about it. There are maids in the fairy mountains, so it's okay to have a drink together."

Shen Yechu snorted softly, "There is no maid here."

Zhou Funian smiled lowly, "I was wrong, there is no maid here, but there are immortals."

Shen Yechu lowered his head and said, "There are no immortals here either."

Zhou Funian looked at Shen Yechu for a while, and said softly, "Two years, are you willing to wait for me?"

Shen Yechu looked up at him, "Why am I waiting for you?"

Zhou Funian approached and asked, "Wait?"

Shen Yechu turned his eyes away and did not speak.

Zhou Funian moved closer, "I want to kiss you, do you agree?"

"You!" Shen Yechu shouted with wide eyes, "Boring!"

Zhou Funian smiled, and the rascal said, "I thought you were going to call me obscene."

"Dirty!"

"You called me 'dirty' in your mouth, but you didn't push me away with your hands, which shows that you are happy in your heart."

Shen Yechu heard that he was talking nonsense, so he clenched his fist and punched Zhou Funian's waist and abdomen hard. Zhou Funian's old wounds had not healed, but after eating this, the pain started again. He let go of him with both hands and covered him Wound bowed down.

Shen Yechu had already got up and walked back, but when he saw that he was in pain, his feet stopped, his face showed worry, and he refused to let him go, so he insisted, "Are you still talking?"

Zhou Funian reluctantly stood up and waved his hands, "Don't dare to say it, don't dare to say it, you are not a fairy, you are Yasha Shura, the king of heaven!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to stop Shen Yechu against the tree, and said with a sad face, "Your heart is really as hard as iron, and your heart is as hard as stone?"

"Really!" Shen Yechu said with a cold face.

"Hey..." Zhou Funian sighed, "The wound hurts very much, it seems to be split open again."

Shen Yechu couldn't help but see that his face was really sad, so she said softly, "It's really cracked? Then I'll take a look and give you a medicine."

Zhou Funian grabbed Shen Yechu's hand and pressed it to his heart and said, "The wound here is also open, you should give me some medicine too!"

Shen Yechu withdrew his hand, glanced at him and said coldly, "If you have nothing serious to do, I'll go back."

"Yes, yes!" Zhou Funian stopped him and said urgently, "It's what I said just now, can you wait for me."

Seeing that Shen Yechu didn't say a word or move, Zhou Funian continued, "If you don't wait for me, it means you don't have me in your heart, then why don't you pity me and ask me to kiss you, forget about me A wish, from now on you and I have nothing to do. If you wait for me, it can be seen that you have me in your heart, then you can kiss me, and the world will testify, and the sun and the moon will not deceive you."

"You!" Shen Yechu struggled vigorously, but Zhou Funian's hands were as firm as a rock, even if he pushed, he couldn't move a little bit, "How can you be so nonsense in this pure place of Buddhism."

Zhou Funian took a step forward and clasped Shen Yechu in his arms, bowed and rested his chin on his shoulder,

"You are in my heart, the Guanyin Bodhisattva sent by the Buddha to rescue me from water and fire. God has the virtue of loving life. Once I leave, life and death are unpredictable. Even if it's just a thought, don't you want to give me alms? "