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Ye Qiutang always felt that he was running naked in front of Daoist Qingxuan, and he could see through everything.

Can an old Taoist figure out the fact that he doesn't like to wash dishes?

It's not so mysterious, is it?

This feeling made Ye Qiutang instinctively flustered.

From the appearance of that cabinet to the contact with Feng Haixuan, Ye Qiutang always felt that the world had become something he almost didn't know, as if it was covered with a thin layer of mist.

Can't see through, can't see clearly.

And he didn't dare to tell others, for fear of causing trouble to himself and Feng Haixuan.

At this moment, maybe it was because the noodles were too warm to the stomach, or maybe the old Taoist seemed very reliable, he suddenly wanted to let go of his guard against this weird old man.

"Daoist." Ye Qiutang put down the bowl and looked up at the night sky, "If something unreasonable happens to me, should I prevent it from happening, or should I keep the status quo?"

Daoist Qingxuan also raised his head, his eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "When you asked me this question, didn't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Ye Qiutang lowered his head, yes, he has the answer.

He was reluctant to break contact with Feng Haixuan, no matter what the future holds, the experience during this period is worth cherishing for the rest of his life.

"Eat candies?" Daoist Qingxuan took out two fruit candies out of nowhere.

This kind of fruit candy is sweet but not greasy, and Ye Qiutang's inn and supermarket sold it before, but later it was all sold to Feng Haixuan, and there was no time to replenish it.

Ye Qiutang took the candy, peeled off the carton and threw it into his mouth. Thinking of the age of Daoist Qingxuan, he couldn't help telling: "You should eat less candy, it's not good for your teeth, remember to brush your teeth before going to bed later." .”

Daoist Qingxuan smiled and grinned, two rows of neat dentures gleamed in the moonlight.

Ye Qiutang: "...act like I didn't say anything!"

"Life is like this candy. It should be sweet. Just eat it, and don't care if he will finish it soon."

Daoist Qingxuan said so inscrutablely, then threw the washbasin to Ye Qiutang, and walked away briskly.

Ye Qiutang was holding a bowl and a basin: "..."

Forget it, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and dirty dishes are easy to breed bacteria, so Ye Qiutang washed the dishes with a lazy bone, and put them in the cupboard neatly.

He didn't have the habit of going to bed immediately after eating, and it didn't seem appropriate to walk around in other people's yards to digest food, so he sat down at the stone table in the yard.

More than half a year ago, he went back to his hometown with enthusiasm to open an inn, and his imagination was all beautiful.

One of my imaginations is that I can lie on a deck chair in the yard of the inn at night, watch the stars and the moon, and then chat with the tenants from all over the world.

This picture, just thinking about it, can feel the warmth and beauty in it.

So, on the first night when the inn was renovated, Ye Qiutang lay on the recliner for half the night!

It happened that the weather was cloudy that day, I couldn't see the stars, I couldn't see the moon, and I caught a cold as a result.

After that, he never did such stupid things again.

Later, when the inn opened, he was busy with his own planning and publicity, racking his brains for the business, and the appearance of the cabinet and Feng Haixuan, so he no longer had the time and mood to engage in any romantic affairs by himself.

In this Taoist temple today, this wish suddenly came true.

The moonlight is just right, and the mood is just right.

Under the same sky, in the courtyard more than 100 years ago, with the same stone table and the same stone bench, Feng Haixuan held his mobile phone and looked at the WeChat interface that had not received a reply for a long time.

When Ye Qiutang sent him a message, he happened to be entertaining the pilgrims who were staying overnight. He didn't expect to reply to the message but never received a reply, and the phone couldn't be reached.

Look at the last message Ye Qiutang sent.

Haitang Inn: Brother, are there really ghosts in this world?

Ghost, maybe it is more appropriate to describe it with the aura formed after death. Basically, it does not hurt people. If you accidentally collide with it, you will get sick at most, and there will be no fear of life.

It's just... ordinary people would be afraid of those dirty things.

Would Ye Qiutang be afraid?

He knew that Ye Qiutang was sending a woman into the mountains, and that she might stay overnight in the mountains, but he didn't expect to lose contact suddenly.

I don't know how the other party is now.

After a while, he Feng Haixuan put down his mobile phone which was about to be fully charged, and picked up the carving knife again. The work was not finished yet, so he could save some lamp oil while it was dark.

Just holding the carving knife in his hand, but worrying about that person in his heart, the carving knife can't fall no matter what.

For the first time, he knew what it would be like to miss someone in his heart. At this moment, he had a concrete understanding of the worrying and longing described in the scriptures.

Putting down the wood, reciting the name of that person, the carving knife in his hand fell on the stone table in front of him.

Every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, is all worry and longing.

Ye Qiutang

Why did I meet you, why did I meet you?After a hundred years, why is there such a bond?

It was slightly bright, Feng Haixuan rubbed his red eyes, put away his tools, went back to the house, and looked at the door of the cabinet.

A thought faintly fell in my heart.

Ye Qiutang went back to bed after sitting for more than half an hour last night in order to avoid the mountain wind from catching a cold.

At the moment, he is sleeping in a dark state.

He didn't even know that the installation workers came to the Taoist temple to beat and beat.

It wasn't until noon that someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Ye Qiutang mumbled and yawned, only when he opened his eyes did he realize that he was not in the inn.

It was Layman Qian who knocked on the door, "Master Qingxuan asked me to see if you're up, and go over to eat when you're up."

"This early in the morning, there are still a few young people having breakfast!" Ye Qiutang muttered softly, then reached for the phone on the bedside, checked the time, "Damn it!"

It's almost twelve o'clock, and it's too rude to stay up in bed in someone else's house.

"I'll get up right away." Ye Qiutang hurriedly put on his clothes and pants.

"It's okay, take your time." Layman Qian didn't urge him any more when he saw someone getting up.

Ye Qiutang opened the door, and there were already several people in the yard.

Daoist Qingxuan, Xiaotian, Layman Qian, and a Taoist priest whom I have never seen before.

Ye Qiutang: "..." This is simply the scene of a social death.

Looking at the old foodie again, he has returned to his previous fairy-like appearance. It is completely impossible to see that he came to steal food in the middle of the night last night, and he became a fan of violence.

"Little friend, hurry up and wash up, and then come over to eat." Daoist Qingxuan greeted him, "The weather is fine at noon, and the few of us will eat in this courtyard, just in time to bask in the sun."

"Huh~!" Ye Qiutang washed his face with cold water. He used to sleep a little bit in bed, and he didn't know why he slept so deeply here.

Maybe it's the good air in the mountains?

The rich layman and Oda supervised the lunch, and the dishes were all light. Daoist Qingxuan put down his chopsticks after a few mouthfuls of each dish.

Ye Qiutang held the bowl, glanced at him, and said brightly, "Haven't you digested the noodles last night?Or is it that you are still picky eaters when you are old?

Daoist Qingxuan: "..."

Silently picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and forcibly took a few mouthfuls.

Layman Qian and Xiaotian looked at each other carefully, thinking at the same time: Why is this old man so obedient today?

Then the two couldn't help but guess, maybe the old man is getting old and wants to hold a grandson?Suddenly seeing such a handsome guy and couldn't help loving him?

The two exchanged eyebrows and eyes.

"Ye Xiaoyou." Layman Qian put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I heard that you opened an inn in the south of the mountain?"

Ye Qiutang nodded.

Layman Qian continued, "I see that you and Daoist Qingxuan are destined, and this place is very close, so I will come to the temple more often in the future."

Ye Qiutang: "..." Come and sit in the temple?Sitting is no problem. The problem is that it takes two to three hours to go up the mountain at a time, and five or six hours to go back and forth.

Daoist Qingxuan could understand the overtones between the two of them, hesitating to speak but stopping.

"Little money." Daoist Qingxuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Is the little money you managed for me enough to repair a road now? A normal cement road that can drive up the mountain will do."

Layman Qian: "?????"

Ten years ago, he was just a financial social animal. Because of hatred, he almost made a huge mistake. If he hadn't met Qingxuan Daoist for enlightenment, he might still be crying behind bars now.

After that, he resigned from his job and bid farewell to his past. He insisted on following Daoist Qingxuan with shamelessness, and it just so happened that Daoist Qingxuan at that time lacked someone to manage money, so he left him behind.

Therefore, he knows more about how much family background Taoist Qingxuan has than the person concerned.

He has always lived in a Taoist temple in the deep mountains and old forests, and he only thinks that Taoist Qingxuan likes to be clean. The road up the mountain in the north is easier to walk, and it can barely be opened to traffic. He asked a few years ago whether he would use part of the proceeds to repair the road.

One is to make it easier for them to go down the mountain, and the other is to make it easier for the pilgrims down the mountain.

As a result, what Daoist Qingxuan said, "There is no rush, it's not yet time."

when?Now is the time!Or repair the bad road in the south.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, their Daogu Xianfeng Qingxuan Daoist also spends a lot of money on others.

Layman Qian finished his slander, then nodded calmly, "I will arrange it, Taoist priest, don't worry."

Ye Qiutang had question marks all over his forehead again, why did he talk about repairing the road?

But road construction is a good thing, and he didn't give any advice. After the road is repaired, he can drive up the mountain to accompany this old foodie in his free time, and he can just treat it as recuperating in the Taoist temple.

Moreover, this old foodie is more than 100 years old. In case of any emergency, if it is inconvenient to travel...

It's just that he didn't expect that this old foodie would be so rich that he would build roads without blinking his eyes.

It seems that this old foodie used to have a lot of money, and it was hard to find one. It should be true.

Tut tut tut!It's nice to have money!

Ye Qiutang picked up the soup bowl and fucked hard, he wanted to turn envy and jealousy into appetite! ! !

One thing to say, this wild mushroom soup is really delicious.

"Drink slowly, and no one will grab you." Daoist Qingxuan took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Ye Qiutang made a grimace, and was about to put down the bowl, when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some engravings on the table where he had put the soup bowl.

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