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Linglu was picked up from the ground by Xuanlan, wrapped in the indigo cotton cloth in the cloth bag and held in his arms.He has a gentle face and a gentle temperament, the fawn was soon coaxed into a drowsy sleep, and obediently hid in the embrace of the person without moving.

Xuanlan raised her head after placing the Linglu, her expression was usual calm, and she waited patiently for the reply from the two people on the opposite side.

Ao Zhan had jumped off the branch when the monk was bandaging Zhang Qinglan's wound, and now he stood behind the young man like a wall, his eyes were heavy, and he sized up the man in front of him unscrupulously.

Taking half a step forward, Ao Zhan crossed his arms, deliberately inserting himself between Zhang Qinglan and Xuanlan.

The young deer was startled by the strong bloody smell of the man's cold killing, and immediately opened a pair of black and white round eyes, the black pupils were moist, and turned to look at Ao Zhan, the deer trembling uncontrollably.

Ao Zhan's face turned darker when he saw this, and he let out a low snort, but he still stood there, motionless.

Xuan Lan reached out and stroked the young deer's back a few times, comforting in a low voice.Immediately stretching his eyebrows and eyes, as if he could not feel the defense from Ao Zhan, he said in a gentle voice: "How about Shi Zhi?"

Zhang Qinglan's eyes wandered, and he frowned imperceptibly, and wanted to say something, but Ao Zhan blocked him tightly, without the slightest chance.

The young man lowered his head and quietly reached out to grab the corner of Ao Zhan's clothes. When the other party turned his head back and squinted at him from the corner of his eye, a flattering smile appeared on his face just right.

Ao Zhan paused immediately, thought for a moment, and finally turned around, and said bluntly to Xuanlan:

"Please."

Xuan Lan smiled when she heard this, and nodded slightly at Ao Zhan.Soon, holding the young deer in his arms, he took a step towards the intersection of the mountain road not far away.

So the three of them walked down the hill together along the path.

Zhang Qinglan and Xuanlan were not far away from each other, they walked in front together, and occasionally had a few simple conversations when going down the mountain, most of which were just a few casual discussions around the top of the mountain.

Ao Zhan stayed behind a few steps away from the two of them, staring at the young man's thin back without taking his eyes off it.

This mountain is not considered high, and after only half a stick of incense, the terrain has changed from steep to gentle.

Going a little further, the forest was completely left behind, and the ground was replaced by a low slope full of weeds.Looking forward, you can see a few sporadic people.

Xuan Lan's footsteps were neither slow nor fast, leading the other two people forward along the way.

It was not until the day was high that the whole picture of the temple appeared in front of several people.

It can't compare to the temples with strong incense, the temples in front of me are almost deserted.

The plaque on the gate is plain and clean, with two small characters "Jinglian" written on it in ink mixed with gold powder.The rubble on the eaves was covered with a thin layer of moss, and the wooden beams were painted a layer of dark red, with mottled marks on them, which were eroded and peeled off by the rain.

There are no people around the temple, and most of the surrounding areas are barren and weeds, separated by low walls.Standing at the door and looking in, I could only occasionally see a few or two monks, wearing worn-out monk robes, walking in the temple with their heads bowed.

...a wild temple.

"It made the two benefactors laugh." Xuan Lan said suddenly.

He didn't feel ashamed because of the temple's decline. The young monk's temperament was like Wubo Gujing. He looked at the two people beside him and said calmly: "This is the boundary where the two cities meet, but it's not an official and commercial road, and there are few people around. , so the incense is deserted, and there is no time to take care of repairs."

Several young monks heard the movement at the door, threw away the brooms in their hands, ran to hide behind the plane tree, and looked over curiously.

"The host has gone on a tour and has not returned yet." Xuanlan paused, and then said: "The poor monk also returned from a long journey. He must pay homage to the Buddha first, and then he can continue to receive the two of you. Don't be surprised by the benefactor."

Zhang Qinglan nodded: "Master, thank you."

So Xuanlan didn't say any more, and waved towards the inner door, first put the young deer in his arms back into the temple, and then let a young monk lead the two into the temple, and went to the room in the backyard.

The little monk was obedient, and soon led Zhang Qinglan and Ao Zhan to the door of the wooden house, took out the bronze key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and bowed to leave.

The two walked into the room one after the other, and as soon as they entered the door, they felt a sense of coolness.

Ao Zhan took the lead a few steps forward, Dama Jindao was sitting on the couch, looking out of the window eaves with a cold face, not intending to talk to the young man.

Zhang Qinglan first looked around the house, put the cloth bag on her back on the table, then turned around and walked to the window, opening the closed window to allow ventilation.

Afterwards, he slowly walked over to the man, sat on the edge of the bed on the same side, pulled up the hem of the man's clothes, and called softly, "Ao Zhan."

Hearing this, Ao Zhan's eyes moved slightly.

Zhang Qinglan was not intimidated by his cold face, but went a step further and asked in a low voice: "Is your cultivation... temporarily unable to recover?"

When the words fell, the veins on the man's forehead twitched, but he still didn't open his mouth, neither admitting nor denying it.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Qinglan knew it from the bottom of her heart.

Ao Zhan endured for a while, but then he suddenly got into trouble and pushed down the young man who was leaning over and whispering.

Pulling up Zhang Qinglan's hands, overlapping the shackles on top of his head, Ao Zhan frowned, and said in a hoarse voice: "Even if this king has no cultivation for a while, he is a hundred times stronger than that wild monk." Sour.

It's just that Zhang Qinglan didn't bother with him about Xuanlan anymore.Even though he was lying flat under Ao Zhan, the young man still had a serious expression on his face, he was not driven away by the man's words, but calmly said: "Is this the price for being able to leave the city?"

As soon as the words fell, Ao Zhan's face became gloomy instantly, and his brows furrowed deeper.

Zhang Qinglan knew that she was right.

That's why Ao Zhan couldn't resist the lightning strike with magic weapons, and even took the initiative to face the thunderstorm, even if he was seriously injured, he didn't shy away from it.

After all, Tiandao is still afraid of the past when Ao Zhan personally slaughtered the 48 counties of Jiucheng when he went crazy. Even if he has to leave Yecheng to save the people of Li, he must first deprive him of his only three successes.

There was a subtle distress in the young man's eyes, and he put his palm on Ao Zhan's side face and touched it lightly.

Feeling the temperature on the side of his face, Ao Zhan frowned, pushed away the opponent's hand subconsciously, straightened up, let go of the suppression of Zhang Qinglan, pretended to be impatient and said:

"Tsk."

Zhang Qinglan was neither annoyed nor angry, turned over and got up from the bed, looked around at the simple decorations around her, and said in a low voice: "Then according to the master, what's wrong with this temple?"

Ao Zhan lowered his eyes and stretched his sleeves: "How do you say that?"

Zhang Qinglan smiled, pointing to the wound on her arm, "It's too much of a coincidence."

Ao Zhan took the young man's forearm wrapped in snow-white gauze, looked down carefully.

I saw that the wound was bandaged carefully, and the medicine powder could not go wrong under his personal supervision.

So he opened his mouth to agree: "Indeed."

"It's just that the surroundings of this temple are peaceful, there is no evil spirit, and there is even a hidden blessing of Buddha's light. It is difficult to see the clue for the time being." Zhang Qinglan's voice was extremely soft, and she analyzed it carefully.

Ao Zhan casually pulled the man into his arms and let the young man sit on his lap: "Not bad."

Zhang Qinglan was panting from the hands he quietly reached under the overcoat robe, her cheeks were flushed, and she panted, "Master, it's important."

"Oh?" Ao Zhan let out a low laugh, and said something implying: "The business of 'male favorite', isn't that exactly?"

Zhang Qinglan thought of the rhetoric she made up on the mountain before, silently shut up, grabbed Ao Zhan's skirt and buried her face in her chest again.

With Ao Zhan interrupting like this, even if Zhang Qinglan wanted to investigate the temple, it would have already been messed up into a mess.

The two committed many taboos under the eyes of the Buddha and hang out for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before I heard a novice knocking on the door outside and said in a loud voice, "Master Xuanlan invited the two benefactors to have dinner in the dining hall."

Only then did Zhang Qinglan get a chance to breathe, she broke free from the opponent's arms with a red face, took out another two sets of clean clothes from Chong Li, and waited for Ao Zhan to change.

After the young man himself had re-tied his hair and tidied up his clothes, the two of them walked out of the room and walked towards the temple's dining hall.

Along the way, Zhang Qinglan looked around silently, and found that the dilapidated temple in the deep mountains was actually very simple and delicately decorated.

In the center of the temple is a gilded white jade pagoda, surrounded by a pond, in which the green lotus leaves sway with the wind, and the lotus flowers are in bud, exuding a faint fragrance.

The eight-turn corridor of the temple is close to the outer wall, and fine Sanskrit characters are carved on the pillars.

The sound of the wooden fish knocking came from the meditation room, combined with the sound of the bronze bells hanging on the eaves of the pagoda, it seemed that everything was calm and nothing unusual.

This is not the usual time for meals in the temple, apart from Xuan Lan who was waiting early in the dining hall, there are only one or two disciples sweeping.

On weekdays, the monks eat at one table per person, so twenty or thirty low tables of the same standard are neatly arranged in the hall.

A round straw mat made of pampas grass was placed in front of a low mahogany table. On the table was a bowl of white rice, two dishes of cold dishes, and a porcelain bowl of vegetable tofu soup.

With a gentle smile on his face, Xuan Lan nodded to the two of them.

Zhang Qinglan secretly pulled Ao Zhan by the corner of his clothes, and the two walked to the table together and sat down cross-legged.

The dining hall was very quiet, with occasional rustling of brooms sweeping the ground, but nothing else.

Xuanlan was sitting upright, and when she saw the two of them sitting down, she said in a warm voice: "There are only some simple meals, and the hospitality is not good."

Zhang Qinglan was not a picky person, so she nodded naturally: "Thank you, Master Xuanlan."

Unexpectedly, even though Ao Zhan's face was still full of frost, he also picked up the chopsticks together and put the tasteless food into his mouth.

A gentleman eats and sleeps without talking, so the three of them quickly finished their meals.

Ao Zhan didn't bother to make excuses with the wild monk, so he turned and left.

Zhang Qinglan caught a glimpse of the back of the other party from the corner of her eye, but her face remained calm.It's just that he skillfully packed the tableware for the two of them and handed it over to the little monk.

Then he raised his eyes, looked at the monk who was waiting quietly in front of him, and asked:

"Master Xuanlan, we want to rest for a while, and then go on the road again."

"I don't know...can I continue to bother you at your temple for a few more days?"