East China Sea dust

The two lived together in Jinglian Temple for three days, during which time the weather was calm and nothing unusual happened.

The incense in Jinglian Temple is not strong, and life in the temple has always been difficult, so the monks in charge of boarding and lodging for the pilgrims, according to the usual practice, only arranged for them a room for rest.

Ao Zhan couldn't get used to Xuanlan, so he just stayed in his room every day, declaring to the public that he was injured on the mountain and needed to recuperate, but in fact he was secretly cultivating the sea of ​​energy, so that he could see the wild monk without seeing it.

On the contrary, Zhang Qinglan often went in and out of the Buddhist hall, and together with other ordinary disciples in Jinglian Temple, sat on the pampas grass cushions and listened to Xuanlan's lectures.

Ao Zhan sneered at this, he sat upright in the middle of the sun every day, until the sun was setting and the young man left the Buddhist hall and returned to the house, he carried him back to his arms with a cold face and rubbed him flat.

Zhang Qinglan sat on the edge of the collapse, with her hands on her sides, feeling a pair of big hands pinching her cheeks and rubbing them, but her thoughts were all focused on what she had seen and heard in the temple today, with an absent-minded look.

Ao Zhan asked in a deep voice, "What are you thinking about, so engrossed?"

Only then did Zhang Qinglan pull back her thoughts that she didn't know where to go, she collected herself, raised her hand to grab the man's wrist, and said honestly, "I'm thinking about Xuanlan."

Ao Zhan immediately turned black, and the strength of his fingertips increased a bit, lightly pinched the soft/flesh of the young man's cheeks, frowned and taught:

"It's good to talk."

Zhang Qinglan grinned, raised her drooping eyebrows, and took the initiative to pull the man's palm, her soft lips imprinted a light kiss on it: "I was thinking, could it be that I am too caring, in fact, all this is really just a coincidence. "

"After all, there has been nothing unusual in Jinglian Temple in the past three days."

Catching the unknown emotion that flashed in the man's eyes, Zhang Qinglan held on to the man's hand, and obediently rubbed his cheek against it: "Although it is a dilapidated temple in the mountains, the monks' deep understanding and Buddhist practice Sincerity is a rare sentence in the world."

Hearing what Zhang Qinglan said, Ao Zhan looked a little dazed, and quickly restrained the emotions in his eyes, kept silent, and began to meditate.

Although he didn't know how well the monks in Jinglian Temple practiced Buddhism, he could still rely on the powerful spirit body to identify one or two.

After staying in the temple for three days, Ao Zhan did not detect any strange aura, and even under the blessing of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures, his mood became much calmer.

It was sunset now, with morning bells and evening drums. Apart from sweeping the disciples, the other monks had already put away the cushions and left the Buddhist hall one after another, returning to their rooms.

The evening glow dyed half of the sky red. In addition to the sound of wooden fishes in the temple, there is no sound but the movement of birds and animals passing by by chance.For the rest, there is only a large area of ​​silence.

Zhang Qinglan stood down from the slum, walked slowly to the window, picked up a wooden stick to prop up the window, looked around outside, without concealing the meaning of inquiry.

The young man's back is thin and thin, a faint outline is outlined by the setting sun, and the long hair tied behind his head is blown by the warm evening wind, and a few strands are scattered.

Ao Zhan lowered his eyes, put his long and slender index finger on his knee, and tapped a few times without rhythm, just to cover up his momentary loss of focus.

After a while, Zhang Qinglan walked back to Ao Zhan from the window, stabilized her figure, and quickly took out a white flour steamed bun from her arms, handed it to the man's eyes, and remained motionless.

Ao Zhan looked at the tiny scabbed bloodstains on the white and tender fingertips that were scratched by the weeds in the mountains, and his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly.Then he pressed his throat and said, "What?"

Zhang Qinglan didn't notice the abnormal reaction of the other party, and his heart was full of the big white steamed bun in his own hand.

Breaking the steamed bun into two, the young man faced Ao Zhan's suddenly sinking scrutiny, then freed up two fingers, tugged the man's sleeve a few times, and shouted flatteringly, "Master."

Ao Zhan raised his eyebrows, wondering what kind of medicine this man sold in his gourd.

Seeing that Ao Zhan had no intention of refusing for the time being, Zhang Qinglan pulled up the corners of her mouth and showed a gentle smile: "Just now when I came back from the Buddhist hall, I passed by the pond and saw a few lively koi inside, so I wanted to give them a vote." Feed some food."

Ao Zhan frowned, and was about to speak a lesson, but the moment he spoke, he noticed the eagerness in the young man's eyes.

The words of strong refusal circled around his lips, the man's sword eyebrows were slightly loosened, and he narrowed his eyes to look at Zhang Qinglan for a while.

Only then did Shi Shiran get up, and Yu Zun took half a steamed bun from the opponent's hand like a descendant, and said calmly: "Let's go."

So the two pushed open the wooden door of the house and walked out one after the other. Each of them held a steamed bun the size of half a palm and walked all the way to the pond built in the center of the temple.

The name of Jinglian Temple has the word "lotus" for lotus, and the pond surrounds the central pagoda. The green lotus is planted in it, and the buds are mixed in the wavy dark green leaves, which have not yet opened.

As soon as Zhang Qinglan came, she squatted by the pond, stepped on a circle of fine pebbles, and looked into the pond water.

The water in the pond was deep, and the lotus leaves inside were densely planted, except for the area where Zhang Qinglan was standing, the lotus leaves in front were bald and smooth, and the clear pond water could be seen in the past.

Holding the steamed bun, Ao Zhan put his hands behind his back, and followed the young man's line of sight towards the pond, but he could only see a glint of water, and there were no so-called "koi" in sight.

Lord Dragon King, who seldom stepped out of his room recently, frowned. Compared with the boundless East China Sea, the pool of water in front of him was simply...

A soft "Plop" interrupted Ao Zhan's thoughts.

Zhang Qinglan's shoes were half wet by the water splashing from the pond, grabbed the white flour steamed bun in his hand, lowered his head and seriously threw fish food under the water.

I saw three or two fat and strong grass carp staring at the bottom, opening and closing their mouths, scrambling to bite the crumbs of steamed buns floating on the water.The grass carp is covered in black, with a white belly, crowded together, and the tail of the fish splashes water and splashes onto the shore, kicking up waves of dust.

Ao Zhan: "..."

Holding the steamed bun in his hand, Ao Zhan looked at Zhang Qinglan's slightly bright eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Koi?"

Zhang Qinglan was excited to break off the steamed buns. Hearing this, he blinked, pursed his thin lips, and nodded: "Yeah."

There was even a little sweat on the sideburns because of the high interest, and the cheeks were slightly red, looking eager to try, and the hands kept moving, grabbing the steamed buns and throwing them down.

"Tsk." Ao Zhan frowned, looking at the big-headed grass carp, his disgust was palpable.

Several times I wanted to interrupt, but seeing the relaxed expression in the corner of the young man's eyes and brows, I suppressed the impulse forcefully.

In the end, he even handed over the steamed buns he was holding, and stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching Zhang Qinglan having fun with a few grass carp.

The fragrance of lotus leaves wafts through the air with a bit of watery smell.

The setting sun gradually disappeared at the edge of the dark sky. As the light gradually dimmed, the monks in the temple lit the candles in the lamps and placed them in the corridors and Buddhist halls.

Looking at the grass carp, Zhang Qinglan broke up the remaining steamed buns and threw them into the water.Then he stood up with his knees propped up, and walked back to Ao Zhan.

The man was tall and tall, standing motionless like a statue by the pond.Behind him is the faint light from the candles in the lamp, outlining the figure of Ao Zhan, and the shadow is reflected on the ground, stretched into a thin piece.

The young man was covered in the smell of water, and there was still a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. His eyelashes were long and feathery, and his dark pupils shone with fragments of light in the dim twilight.

Ao Zhan spoke, his tone indiscriminate between joy and anger: "Have you played enough?"

Zhang Qinglan nodded when she heard the words, and raised her hand to wipe off the sweat on her forehead: "Enough."

However, in just a blink of an eye, Ao Zhan's perception was keen, and he immediately noticed the wet water marks on the opponent's sleeve injury.

Subconsciously clenched the young man's wrist, the man frowned, and said coldly: "It's all for fun, why, even such a trivial thing as keeping the wound from getting wet, do you need someone to teach you?"

"I……"

Zhang Qinglan was stunned, followed the other person's line of sight, and then noticed that a small piece of her right sleeve was wetted by the cold water in the pond. She thought that everything would be fine after wiping the water stains on her palm, but she never wanted to be wiped by the stain on the cloth. Small pieces of wet marks are exposed.

I saw the young man's five fingers with a few drops of water clenched tightly, as if he was holding something.

Without even thinking about it, Ao Zhan said in a deep voice, "Take it out."

Zhang Qinglan pursed her thin lips and blinked.

Seeing that he didn't intend to move, Ao Zhan's expression became a bit uglier: "...Disobedient?"

The young man couldn't hear these words the most. Hearing the words, he could only look helpless, let go of the thing held by his five fingers, and handed it into the man's palm.

After all, Ao Zhan is still in the body of a real dragon. Although the surrounding light is weak, he can still see clearly what is in his hand.

I saw that it was a small piece of copper plate with nine petals of green lotus carved on it, but it was only half the size of a palm, and it was extremely thin.

There is a round hole in the middle, showing faint light, while the green lotus pattern on the copper plate is very rough, with uneven corners, and half of it is covered with mud from the pond. Earthy smell.

Ao Zhan looked at it for a moment, and the irritability between his brows gradually dissipated.

At the same time, after Zhang Qinglan confirmed that there was no one around, she called out another lotus copper plate that was exactly the same as it from Chongli.The only difference is that one is dry and one is wet.

Putting the lotus copper plate into Ao Zhan's hand, Zhang Qinglan explained clearly what happened with the lotus plate when he and Bi Jing parted.

After that, he picked up one of the copper pieces again, leaned over and whispered: "At noon today, when I came out of the Buddhist hall and passed by the pond, I found something reflecting light in the mud underneath. It looked familiar. I kept an eye out for it.”

"In order to avoid alarming the enemy, that's why we made this bad move."

"It was just a matter of urgency to reach out into the water, so I didn't think too much about it at the time." Zhang Qinglan turned back straight, lowered her eyelashes, and defended herself in a low voice: "...I am obedient."