Monk, this child is yours

For four days in a row, they never found Wujian in the major temples, and Yan Huayan and Huo Ling never found any news about Wujian when they went out at night.

Ye Qingshuang tossed and turned on the bed a little irritably but couldn't fall asleep, he felt a sense of fear that he would never find anything else.

He didn't think much about it a few days ago, but now that he has searched all seventy or eighty temples, he can't find any trace of him. How can he not be irritable?

No matter how worried and irritable he was, Yan Huayan and the others comforted him, but his mood was not much better.

There was no moon tonight, and it was raining patteringly, which made him feel even more depressed and uneasy.

He sat up and looked at Fatty who was sleeping peacefully beside him, not knowing what to do.

For a moment, he thought of a place that could give him some peace of mind.

There is a place in Tianxi Temple, where he often goes these days, there is a pool of unknown aquatic plants floating in the stream there, and the water surface is full of pink flowers the size of lotus, forming a floating sea of ​​flowers, with a strong fragrance , as long as you sit quietly on that stone platform and watch the gurgling water, you can feel at ease a lot.

Therefore, he got up, hugged the sleeping Fatty, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

The night in the temple is very quiet, except for a few faint lights, most of the places are completely dark.

Because of the rain, the sky was dark and cloudy, and the visibility on the promenade was not very high.

The sea of ​​flowers that Ye Qingshuang wanted to go to was not far from his room, and he only needed to turn a few corners along the veranda to get there, so even if the surroundings were dark, he could quickly reach the pavilion.

He carefully sat on the stone platform between the pavilions. The fragrance of flowers in the rain made him feel at ease. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the rain falling drop by drop. The sound of the rain seemed to be falling on his heart. Light and soft.

This place is very beautiful during the day, in the sea of ​​flowers floating on the stream, occasionally a flock of ducks swims over, and the colorful fish inside will also hide in the sea of ​​flowers.

It's a pity that I can't see those things in the dark night now, I can only vaguely see the rain hitting the petals, and the petals are a little bit to one side.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. After a long time, he felt much better and prepared to go back.

But just as he stood up from the stone platform, Fatty in his arms suddenly cried out with a "wow". Walk.

But he didn't walk for a long time, and in an instant, a black shadow blocked his way. He raised his eyes to look at the person, but before he could see clearly, his mouth was covered by the person, and then the person hugged him and jumped from the veranda. Jumped to the roof.

The rain fell on him, making him more awake while being cold, and he was swept away.

Fatty in his arms cried louder, he had no choice but to wrap his sleeves tightly around Fatty's body to prevent him from being drenched by the rain.

And with his mouth covered, he wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make a sound, and because the other party had martial arts, he couldn't struggle.

He was getting farther and farther away from Tianxi Temple, feeling terrified in his heart, and raised his eyes to look at the person covering him with difficulty.

The rain confused his vision, and he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the bald head made him instantly realize that the man was a monk.

He whimpered and struggled, but the man didn't move at all, and he didn't feel sorry for him because he held the child in his hands.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard someone calling him from behind.

The sound of rain almost covered the voice calling him, but he knew that the voice was Yan Huayan and Huo Ling.

Because of the voices of Yan Huayan and Huo Ling, he struggled even harder, but the man also noticed that the two were chasing after him, and jumped even faster.

Gradually, the voices of Yan Huayan and Huo Ling could not be heard at all.

The rain started to fall harder and harder, and the long hair hanging around his body was completely soaked.

The fat man in his arms was still crying, which made him worry about whether the fat man was completely drenched by the rain.

I don't know how long it took, the people who shuttled on the roofs of the major temples finally jumped into a temple.

Because of the rain, he was taken away for a long time, so he didn't know which temple the man took him into.

I only know that after he was led into the gate of that temple, he jumped along the branches to the center of a lake.

In the rain, he could vaguely see a building with a height of more than ten meters in the middle of the lake. This kind of building is very common in temples, and there are generally taller Buddha statues enshrined in it.

The man took him into the Buddhist temple and let him go.

The moment the man put him down, he didn't run away in a hurry but looked at the crying Fatty in his arms.

He carefully removed the sleeve and touched the clothes on Fatty's body with his hands. Fortunately, Fatty's clothes were not wet. He wiped the tears on Fatty's face with the side of the sleeve that was not soaked, and coaxed him again. After a while, Feifei fell asleep peacefully.

After Fatty fell asleep, he raised his eyes to look at that person.

It was darker inside the temple than outside, and he couldn't see the man's face at all.

But since this person brought him all the way here, he could feel that this person didn't look like someone who would harm him, so he didn't run away the first time that person put him down, but looked at Fatty.

The man's figure was a little unclear to him because of the wide monk's robe, and the standing position was less than one meter away from him, standing quietly and motionless.

He calmed down his inner confusion, wiped the raindrops from his hair with his wet sleeves, and asked timidly and uncertainly, "Who are you..."

When the man heard his question, he didn't answer, but just looked at him quietly, his eyes were not bright in the darkness, but he knew that the man must be looking at him.

After a long time, the man made a movement, ignored him, walked around the back of the tall Buddha statue, walked to the front of the Buddha statue, and kowtowed to the Buddha statue in the dark.

The burning incense in front of the Buddha cannot illuminate the entire Buddhist hall.

He didn't know the man's intention of bringing him here, so he asked again with some trepidation: "Why did you bring me here?"

After prostrating, the man knelt on the Zen mat, stared at the tall Buddha statue in front of him for a long time, then got up and walked in front of him, still did not make a sound, but stretched out a hand to him, wordlessly as if inviting.

He looked at the hand inexplicably, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that he didn't put his hand on his, the man withdrew his hand and walked towards the room inside the Buddhist hall alone.

He had no choice but to follow the man in. After entering, he found that the man was sitting on the only bed in the middle of the room, with his back to him.

The window was open, and the sound of pattering raindrops came from outside the window.

With a wave of the man's hand, the door behind him and the window in front of him were closed tightly, and after that, the candle on the table also burned with a "pop".

Dim red flames lit up the room.

The moment the door closed with a "click", he looked back in panic. He moved the door with his hands, trying to open the door, but found that the door seemed to be locked, and he couldn't open it no matter what. open.

He had no choice but to turn around and look at the monk who was meditating with his back turned to him.

Enduring the fear in his heart, he leaned closer to the monk, but before he got close, the man patted the bed beside him and said, "Sit."

Just one word, the familiar voice made him motionless, he looked at the person in disbelief, it was neither similar nor similar to the person in his memory.

He didn't know how long he hadn't seen this person, but he felt that this figure was not as familiar as he remembered.

But the voice that came from was the voice that could be heard every night in the midnight dream.

So, he frowned and trembled a little, but he didn't want to get close to that person, because all the aura on that person was so strange.

He didn't know why the man turned his back on him?

He didn't sit on the bed as the man asked, but remained motionless, not knowing what to do.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the man waved his hand again, and the candle on the table was extinguished in an instant. In just a moment, the man stood in front of him, and his forehead was pressed tightly against the man's chest. .