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Not long after, the monk came back.

As soon as we met, he said out of breath: "Amitabha, you have kept the two benefactors waiting for a long time. The abbot master agreed that the two benefactors can stay here for one night tonight. The two benefactors, please come with me."

Yulisheng carried Xu Muyan into his arms, and followed the monk to the back of the mountain.

The whole way was twists and turns, and finally in a secluded house, the monk stopped, pointed to the two adjacent meditation rooms and said: "These two meditation rooms were cleaned up yesterday, and they were originally for the purpose of coming from afar. Layman stay here for a while. The two benefactors will rest here tonight."

Yu Lisheng also said politely: "Thank you little master for leading the way, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

I don't know why, when Xu Muyan heard Yu Lisheng say Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful.

There is always an illusion.

I felt that what Yu Lisheng said in his mouth was "cut grass and roots, leave no one behind", or "those who stand in my way die".

Not a good word anyway.

After the monk left, Yulisheng kicked open the door and carried Xu Muyan into the meditation room.

Looking around the room, he found the bed easily. After putting the person down, Yu Lisheng lit the candle.

The originally dark meditation room finally brightened up.

Yulisheng laughed softly and said, "Yanyan, the monk told you and me to live separately. It's very cold in this meditation room, and the quilt is thin. You may not be warm all night by yourself."

Xu Muyan touched the quilt on the bed, it was indeed very thin.

But there is no way, on this condition, anyway, it is much more comfortable than sleeping in the wilderness, right?

He looked up and looked around, but couldn't find the stove, thinking, the conditions are really difficult.

"Yanyan, do you want Master to stay?" Yu Lisheng asked in a low voice.

Xu Muyan felt that he couldn't ask about this kind of thing, he just didn't want to ask.

So his hands were like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, and he drove Yulisheng out of the door.

Yu Lisheng said: "Then Master really left."

Xu Muyan waved his hands repeatedly, signaling him to leave quickly.

Yu Lisheng nodded: "Alright."

Then he really left.

Xu Muyan: "..."

Yu Lisheng deserved to stay to warm the bed, but he didn't stay, he shouldn't stay, he wished he could sew himself on Xu Muyan's body.

Xu Muyan was so angry that he pulled the quilt, covered his body, and fell asleep with his head covered.

But the quilt was too thin, and his body was sick and weak, so he wasn't warm at all.

I couldn't help but shivered all the time.

Suddenly, there was a sound from outside.

Xu Muyan hurriedly got up to take a look, and saw Yulisheng came back at some time.

He also had a stove in his hand.

"I was afraid that you would be cold at night, so I went to the monks in the temple to ask for it."

Yu Lisheng explained that after placing the stove by the bed, he took off his boots naturally.

Turning over on the bed, he hugged Xu Muyan, who was about to shrink into the bed, in his arms like catching a rabbit.

"Yanyan, why is Master willing to watch you suffer from the cold? Go to bed obediently, and Master will take you back to Kunlun at dawn tomorrow."

Xu Muyan didn't feel sleepy at first.

But under Yulisheng's comfort like coaxing a child, he was gradually shrouded in sleepiness.

Soon fell asleep.

Yulisheng hugged Xu Muyan for a long time, and only put him back on the bed after making sure that he was fast asleep.

Carefully tucking in the quilt for him, seeing Xu Muyan sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

After a long time, Yu Lisheng got up, pushed open the door and walked out with strides.

Unknowingly, I found it in the Buddhist hall again.

The night was hazy, and a layer of frost had already fallen. It was as cold as an ice cave outside, and the cold wind was blowing.

Yulisheng stood outside the Buddhist hall for a long time, and finally stepped in.

Looking at the merciful Guanyin statue above her head, Yulisheng finally knelt down.

Putting his hands together, he prayed sincerely: "Greatly merciful Bodhisattva, disciple Yulisheng knows that he has sinned deeply and cannot escape the punishment of heaven. He will die in the end to thank heaven, earth, and all gods and Buddhas."

"The disciple was lonely and helpless all his life. He went through hardships and dangers, suffered terribly, and it was hard to describe the misery. The disciple has resentment and hatred in his heart. He hates all living beings in the world and hates the injustice of the common people. This has not changed until now."

"But the disciple is now willing to let go of all hatred, and only asks the bodhisattva to be gracious and perfect the disciple and Xu Muyan."

Yulisheng murmured to himself in a low voice, prostrating devoutly like never before, praying word by word, every word weeping blood: "Bodhisattva is merciful, all these sins were committed by Yulisheng alone, if you want to be killed, you must cut into pieces, and you must be punished." If it is to be destroyed, Yulisheng will bear it all, and I beg Bodhisattva to forgive Xu Muyan!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed heavily, begging the Bodhisattva for mercy.

However, a cold wind came from nowhere and blew out half of the candles in the Buddhist hall.

Yulisheng's heart trembled, all kinds of miserable experiences before came back to her eyes again, and all kinds of emotions came to her heart.

Clenching his fists tightly, he took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Disciple, I am willing to kneel in the Buddhist hall and watch the long night. I only hope that Xu Muyan's voice can get better."

This time, the candle did not go out again.

Yulisheng felt that the Bodhisattva had agreed, so he thanked him in a low voice, and then knelt in front of the Buddhist hall without moving.

Xu Muyan woke up from the cold, and when he woke up, he subconsciously touched his side, but the person who was supposed to be lying next to him disappeared.

Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his eyes, and only after he woke up did he put on his shoes and socks and wrap up his clothes.

Holding a small oil lamp in his hand, he opened the door.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing head-on.

Xu Muyan shrank his neck from the cold, seeing that the sky was still calm, he thought, where did this dead little widow go without sleeping in the middle of the night?

This temple is full of monks, and it is an important place of Buddhism, so Yuli Sheng cannot be allowed to be presumptuous here.

Xu Muyan searched around, but couldn't find it.

When passing by the Buddhist hall that I visited during the day, I heard a low voice faintly.

I thought, shouldn't it be haunted?

But soon, he dismissed this idea, Buddhist holy land, where did the ghost come from.

Like a ghost, Xu Muyan quietly approached slowly, but was surprised to see a white figure kneeling in the Buddhist hall.

It was Yulisheng!

Xu Muyan hastily blew out the oil lamp, and hid outside the palace gate, for fear of disturbing Yulisheng.

Strange and strange, I just said in the past day that Yu Lisheng, who doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, sneaked to the Buddhist hall in the middle of the night to worship the Bodhisattva.

Xu Muyan leaned close to his ear to listen carefully, and then he heard Yulisheng muttering something in a low voice: "May the Bodhisattva bless..."

Bless what?

Xu Muyan didn't hear it, so he poked his ears in again.

Then I heard Yuli Sheng say in an inaudible manner: "Disciple is willing to give up everything, just to be with Xu Muyan."

These words, like a heavy hammer, suddenly hit Xu Muyan's Tianling Gai.

So, Yulisheng didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and came to the Buddhist hall to kneel down, just to ask the Bodhisattva to bless them and let them be together?

But... just asking for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, what's the use?

If you ask, please ask Yu Fengtian, and ask him himself!

Obviously it was Yu Lisheng who didn't want to help herself!

Xu Muyan's heart ached, he clenched his teeth tightly so as not to make a sound.

Looking at the white shadow kneeling in the Buddhist hall, he shouted silently: It is useless to pray to the Bodhisattva!

It's useless to ask any gods!

Ask yourself!

It's another you who refuses to let you and me recognize each other!

But Yulisheng didn't know, he didn't know that in the dark, it was always his own fault.

A Yulisheng and a Yufengtian, tossed Xu Muyan to death.

One desperately pulled him, and the other tried his best to push him away.

Xu Muyan felt that he seemed to be a beautiful thing, being greeted and sent away.

Why do you always treat him so badly.

He stood outside for a long, long time.

It was so long that my hands and feet were numb from the cold, so I turned around and prepared to go back.

But the moment he turned around, tears fell down without warning.

Xu Muyan quickly raised his eyes to the sky, looking at the dark night above his head.

It was like thick ink, which could not be melted away no matter what, and his melancholy lingered for a long time, filling his chest like cotton wool.

Before he knew it, he returned to the meditation room.

Xu Muyan's fingers were stiff from the cold, and he tried several times before he pushed the door open.

Desperately stepping into the room in the dark, he groped and turned over to the bed.

The bedding was still somewhat warm, but the stove beside the bed was gradually extinguished.

Xu Muyan slowly closed his eyes in the darkness.

Put the quilt over your nose and tightly cover your mouth so as not to cry out.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound from outside, and the cold wind blew over the window, curling up with dead leaves and blowing them all over the ground.

I don't know when it started snowing outside.

This reminded Xu Muyan of a poem.

Green ant new glutinous rice wine, red clay small stove.Can you drink a cup if you want to snow in the night?

Presumably on this day next year, the two of them will never see each other again.

I don't know where Yulisheng will be at that time, will there be a beautiful woman by his side, and who will accompany him to warm the wine on the porch and watch the snow.

Does Yulisheng still remember that Xu Muyan who took his life to save him back then?

After a sleepless night, Xu Muyan couldn't even warm himself under the blanket.

The window was pushed open by the cold wind, and he didn't bother to get up to close it.

Snowflakes drifted in along the cold wind, and quickly blew out the stove completely.

Xu Muyan started to have a fever again, his whole body felt hot and cold for a while.

For a moment, it was like being in the karmic fire of the red lotus, which burned him nowhere to hide.

For a while, it feels like being in a world of ice and snow, even the hot air in Kazakhstan can produce crystal clear frost flowers.

Burning to the point of confusion, his mouth was dry, and he wanted to drink water, but he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed to pour himself a glass of water.

After tossing and turning all night, the heat from Xu Muyan's body gradually dissipated until it was light outside.

Drowsily took a nap for a while.

Until I heard a babble, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Xu Muyan barely lifted his eyelids, and a white shadow came into view.

"Yanyan, it's almost dawn, and it's snowing a lot outside, you sleep for a while, and then get up when you're full, Master has prepared hot soup for you, and you can drink it when you wake up."

Yu Lisheng's fingers were cold, and she didn't dare to touch Xu Muyan, so she could only caress his hair vaguely.

Xu Muyan was in a daze, after hearing a general idea, he nodded indiscriminately, and fell asleep again in a daze.

"Be good, Master will take you back to the mountain. This time, even if the sky above your head falls, don't even think about taking you away from Master."

Yu Lisheng's face was full of tenderness, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Seeing that the window was pushed open by the wind at some point, he stepped forward and closed the window again.

Then the stove was lit again.

After warming his hands by the stove, Yu Lisheng took off his outer clothes, turned on the couch, and steamed towards Xu Muyan.

I just feel that my heart at this moment is peaceful like never before.

I don't know how long it took before there was some movement outside. It should be that the monks in the temple got up early to chant sutras.

Yulisheng got off the bed softly, walked to the door, opened the door, and met the monk from last night head-on.

As soon as the monk opened his mouth, he said "Amitabha", but was interrupted by Yu Lisheng raising his hand.

"Shh."

Yu Lisheng made a silence gesture, and said in a low voice: "Little Master, don't make a sound, don't disturb the people in the room."

The monks are not surprised by this.

In the past, there were many lay people from the foot of the mountain, or young masters and ladies from famous families, who came to the temple to stay overnight.

Unlike monks like them, they have to abide by the rules and regulations in the temple.

When to go to sleep and when to wake up, there must be no mistakes.

So he decided that these two benefactors should also be sons of famous families, so they were more expensive than others.

Walking all the way to the corridor, the monk said: "Amitabha, the benefactor, the abbot master means that when the snow stops, you two can go down the mountain by yourself."

Yu Lisheng hummed lightly, and said politely: "Thank you, little master."

When Xu Muyan woke up, it was already dawn outside.

The Zen room was warm, the stove was on, and even the windows were closed.

For a moment, I thought that everything last night was an illusion.

It took a while to recover.

"Yanyan, Master was afraid that you might not be used to the fast food in the mountains, so he purposely borrowed the kitchen and boiled a pot of hot soup. You can drink it to warm your body."

Although it is a vegetarian soup, Yuli Sheng has been stewed with great care.

After boiling a small pot of winter bamboo shoot soup, Yulisheng dug the winter bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest in the back mountain when it was still dark.

At that time, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, and the winter bamboo shoots were hidden very deep, making it hard to find.

It took Yulisheng a lot of effort to dig up the winter bamboo shoots and make hot soup for Xu Muyan.

Originally, he wanted to go down the mountain to buy snow clams and cook them together for Xu Muyan to nourish his body.

But the monks in the temple kept watching from the side. After all, it was a monk temple, so there was no meat.

I can only let it go for the time being.

Xu Muyan opened the lid, and a scent of bamboo shoots wafted into his nostrils.

Originally, he was secretly thinking, can I drink the soup stewed by Master?

Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a short period of time, Master's cooking skills have improved a lot.

"Yanyan, this is stewed with the freshest winter bamboo shoots. Don't worry, Master has washed the winter bamboo shoots thoroughly and cleaned the pot before cutting the winter bamboo shoots. The water used is freshly drawn from the well."

Yu Lisheng explained, seeing Xu Muyan sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, he looked a bit like the wild pheasant he saw in the snow this morning.

Because it is difficult to find food in snowy days, the pheasant can only plunge into the snow, which looks very funny.

"I know you're afraid of the cold, so come, Master, let me feed you." Yulisheng smiled softly, and blew on spoonfuls of warmth before she dared to send it to Xu Muyan's lips, and said in a low voice, "Yanyan, try it." How does it taste? Is it salty or not?"