Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

In midsummer, the warm wind blows in Zhucheng in the southern region, and the flowers are fragrant.

In front of the Fuyin Temple by the moat, a gorgeous and low-key carriage slowly stopped.

Immediately, two young novice monks hurried over from the wide-open temple gate, bowed their heads in the direction of the carriage and said, "Miss Shen has worked hard all the way, the first special disciple came to welcome her."

The curtain of the car was slowly opened by the accompanying maids, and a girl in a pink shirt with double breasts came down with a smile, with light black eyebrows, slightly raised phoenix eyes, and a beautiful face.

"Thank you two little masters," Shen Miaoling held up the hem of her skirt, followed the novice into the temple gate, turned her head and called, "Qingxue, is your master here?"

The little maid next to the young lady covered her mouth and laughed snickeringly: "Miss Hui, the young master was afraid that you might not see him, so he has been waiting in the temple for a long time."

After hearing this, Shen Miaoling blushed with embarrassment, and said softly, "Don't talk nonsense...! How could he wait for me on purpose?"

If he really had the heart, it would be impossible to invite him to visit the temple thousands of times, and he would not be salty or indifferent.

It is even more impossible to delay the marriage of the two until now.

Thinking of that heart-stirring face, Shen Miaoling couldn't help but smile sweetly, and then suppressed her smile again, with a hint of sadness on her brows.

I'm afraid that person only cares about the business affairs arranged by his father, and doesn't care about his feelings at all.

"Miss," Qingxue noticed Shen Miaoling's ecstasy, and comforted her, "Miss, don't worry, after all, there is a master to support the lady. The master is the lord of Zhucheng, and the Shen family has the grace to save the son's life, according to slaves. , as long as the master intervenes in this matter, the young master will definitely not refuse."

It's not that Shen Miaoling doesn't understand these principles, but──

"If he was ordered to marry me by kindness, wouldn't that be too good... Besides, what if he suddenly regains his memory and becomes a monk to practice Taoism in the future?"

While speaking, a group of servants followed them into the Buddhist hall.

In front of the majestic Buddha statue, the first one was reciting odes with his eyes closed, only to see a young man in fine clothes standing with his back facing him, his figure was as tall and straight as a crane.

Hearing the sound behind him, he turned around slowly.

"Sister Miao Ling."

The man's voice was like a clear spring in a mountain stream, upon hearing Shen Miaoling's voice, she was suddenly taken aback.

The person in front of him has handsome eyebrows, deep facial features, and bright brilliance and a smile in his almond-shaped eyes. He looks down along the corner of his jaw, his Adam's apple rolls around his neck, and the black collar outlined by gold silk sets off his skin. Fairer.

I don't know if it's because the black robe is more imposing. After a glimpse, I only feel that there is a sharp and oppressive feeling in his kind smile.

This is very different from him three years ago.

When we met at the Lantern Festival in Gaocheng in the Eastern Territory in the past, he was wearing a lotus-white Taoist robe, and he described it as beautiful, just like a handsome young man.Although there are many rejections during the conversation, he is approachable and makes people unable to resist approaching.

Now that he has become a bit more mature, those forgotten experiences have also added a bit of mystery and danger to him.

Shen Miaoling is sure that this person is her true son.Otherwise, how could I meet him for the second time in the vast crowd?

And how could it be such a coincidence that she found him unconscious by the river bank and brought him back to Zhu City.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed, and the young man has become an upright man.

The previous hesitation disappeared at the moment of seeing him, Shen Miaoling thought proudly, even if he can't remember the past, it doesn't matter, as long as he can stay in Zhucheng safely.

Water drips through stone, and one day she will walk into his heart.

"Brother Yun!"

Shen Miaoling walked up to the young man, and said softly: "Didn't you say you wanted to accompany me to make a wish? Why did you just see you also praying to Buddha? What kind of wish are you making?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "A few days ago, I heard from my colleagues that there was a flood in the South China Sea, and there was nothing to do, so I prayed for the people there."

"Pray for blessings?" Shen Miaoling was lost for a moment, "Aside from that, don't you have anything else to ask for?"

"That's right, it's about yourself..." The voice behind it became weaker and weaker.

The young man was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "As for myself, I can just let nature take its course."

"Didn't Sister Miaoling say that she would come to Fuyin to seek marriage? If you continue to talk to me, the Buddha in the temple will be very unhappy."

Shen Miaoling glanced at him immediately: "Humph, let's go."

The young man laughed, shook his head helplessly, turned around and wanted to go out.

"and many more!"

Shen Miaoling stopped him: "Father is coming back soon, if he brings up your marriage again, what will Brother Yun do?"

The figure of the young man froze for a moment in the bright sky, and then said slowly: "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it."

Outside the temple, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant.

When Shen Miaoling asked for marriage and turned around to look, the man in the fancy dress had long since disappeared.

At that time, there was mist and mist, and the sound of the piano was bursting.

In front of Qingwu Mountain in the Eastern Region, there are distinguished guests visiting.

The wooden wheelchair rolled across the wide courtyard paved with bluestone slabs. Hearing Shen Tangli's order, the waiter behind him slowly stopped the wheelchair.

Not long after, two tall and slender figures appeared outside the Yuxu Temple.

"Meet Lord Xianzong."

Feng He folded his hands and lowered his eyes: "I don't know why Xianzong came here today?"

All in all, since the Qingwu War, there have been few visitors here.Shen Tangli became more and more busy, except for sending messages, he rarely set foot in the Eastern Region.

This time, he went to Qingwu in person regardless of his leg disease, presumably there was something important to discuss.

Shen Tangli glanced at Fenghe, and then turned his gaze to Jinghe who was at the side.

He noticed the scrutinizing gaze and smiled. The breeze blew up the thin bangs that blocked his left eye, revealing extremely light-colored eyes.

"Is the immortal alright? Can you take me to meet him?"

"At this time, you should take a nap in the star building, and Xianzong will come down with you."

Jinghe stepped forward, took the waiter's wheelchair, followed Fenghe and walked towards Xingzhu.

Crossing the winding corridor, the mirror lake is surrounded by green and luxuriant bamboo forests, the pavilions are painted with carved beams, and the bells and chimes are bursting. Along the gravel road, you come to a lotus pond.

Seeing the graceful lotus in the water, Shen Tangli sniffed it lightly, and asked, "What smells so fragrant, bamboo leaves or lotus?"

The gentle breeze blew out pieces of light white petals. The crane heard it and replied: "It is the tung tree planted by Master Xianzun himself. Over the years, some tree species have been planted every suitable solar term. Three years have passed and they have survived." A lot came down."

Shen Tangli nodded in understanding.

The three of them moved to change scenes, and when they approached the lotus pond, they saw a man who was reclining at his desk with his eyes closed.

The small case was placed not far from Jinghu Lake, the inkstone was fragrant, a wet pen was in a corner, several scriptures were stacked together, and the long scroll was spread out on the ground.

Those with excellent eyesight would naturally be able to see that the strong and powerful handwriting on the scroll was neat and dense, revealing a sense of piety.

Jing Fan was wearing a moon-white gown, resting his forehead on one hand, as if he had fallen asleep.The waterfall of hair tied by the jade crown hangs down in front of the desk, loosely on the side neck which is as white as jade.

Maybe it was because of falling asleep, the cruel look between his brows disappeared, and his stern facial features softened a little, matching the quiet scene behind him.

Shen Tangli stared blankly at Jing Fan who was resting next to the lotus in the small pavilion and fell into a deep sleep, and remained silent.

From a distance away, Jinghe didn't dare to disturb people's sleep, and only whispered: "...Since the great war three years ago, Master Xianzun often sleeps here."

Sometimes they stay for a whole day, besides planting flowers and trees, they just hand-copy Taoism and Buddhist scriptures, one after another, even Feng He and Jing He can't count how many scriptures Jing Fan has transcribed.

If you are tired, you will sleep here, and sometimes you can hear him talking in your sleep, even in your dreams, most of the Immortal Venerable's brows are furrowed.

He became reticent and sleepless, and the murderous aura and violence on his body disappeared after time.

Shen Tangli looked at the clear shadow, couldn't bear to step forward to disturb her, felt emotional and fell into deep thought.

Can an accident change a person like this?

A person who has never believed in God or Buddhism can now write scriptures by hand day after day, and gradually become a devout believer.

If it was a few years ago, Shen Tangli would never have thought that Jing Fan would be like this.

What a pity.

Shen Tangli sighed quietly, raised his eyes again, and saw Jing Fan, who was taking a nap before the case, slowly opened his eyes.

There was no sadness or joy in those star eyes, no waves or ripples, only peace, silence and coldness.

He glanced at Shen Tangli lightly, took the pen from the shelf with his right hand, and dipped it in ink.

Shen Tangli pressed his fist to his lips and coughed softly twice. Fenghe and Jinghe behind him bowed and retreated. He turned the wheelchair and walked in front of Jingfan.

"Master Xianzun is very elegant."

Jing Fan picked up a certain page of the scroll with his long fingers, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"I came here this time because I really have something to trouble your lord Xianzun," Shen Tangli said, "The Qingcang Mountain in the southern region sent a message, saying that there are remnants of the demon world in Zhu and Qi, and the two city lords I care about the common people, and I want to ask Xianmeng to come forward to solve it."

"It's supposed to be an internal matter of the Southern Region, so why didn't Qingcang Mountain resolve it, but report to the Central Region instead?"

"I stopped Qingcang Mountain from getting involved in this case." Shen Tangli looked at him intently and said, "I want to invite you out of the mountain."

Jing Fan glanced at him, but did not reply.

"Master Xianzun, don't you think that I made a fuss out of a molehill?" Shen Tangli hooked his lips, "I have been looking for the right time these days, and I finally picked this opportunity, and I asked Xianzun to choose a day to go down the mountain. It's too late ...Maybe we won't see Yun Shuhua anymore."

As soon as the name came out, a glob of ink dripped on the scroll, blurring a large piece of scripture.

The word Yun Shuhua is a taboo in the five regions and five mountains. No one who has experienced the wars of the past dares to mention it.

Now that she said it lightly from Shen Tangli's mouth, she realized that such a long time had passed.

Jing Fan lowered his eyes and looked at the Buddhist scriptures on the table, but the pen could not be dropped no matter what.

After a long time, he asked hoarsely, "Where is he now?"

Shen Tangli said: "Now in the mansion of the Lord Shen's family in Zhucheng, after accepting this case, I can meet him smoothly. This is such a good thing. I have been looking for the immortal for a long time..."

Jing Fan could no longer hear the latter words.

He stared blankly at his own handwriting, seeing them blurred into a ball of ink in his vision, and he could no longer see clearly.

The author has something to say: Yun Shuhua three years ago: cute

Yun Shuhua three years later: handsome guy

Jing Fan three years ago: I don’t believe in any of God and Buddha

Jing Fan three years later: copying Buddhist scriptures by hand, praying for his wife to come back

[Lighting a cigarette] Goose has become handsome, so Master has to feel a little bit of a crisis...