"Young, more gold, not bad, it is indeed a capital!" Di Qing muttered the way in front.

"I heard that when you were young, he was also the famous man in Tokyo City, so don't say the kid."

"The old man went to see Shen Sanniang's tits at most, and the buttocks of Caidai Chi Chi can only see their wrestling in the Watshi. I can pinch a chance to find a chance. It's relatively rare. ""

Yun Yan laughed and shaken the folding fan in his hand: "Then you are worse than the behavior of the kid."

"Non -nonsense, sneaking a tits, what is the buttocks? When the Temple of Xiangguo Temple opened each year, the big daughter -in -law and daughter -in -law were squeezed in the crowd and were touched by others? , Hey, you go to touch your face, haha, this is the injury, and it will be caught by Kaifeng Mansion to hit Banzi Street as a later person! "

Yun Yan stopped, and took the folding fan to block the sun and see it into the hall through the window. Seeing that there was nothing in the dark, so he answered with a smile: "So I just touched it?"

Di Qing laughed: "It's not what it's wrong. If you look at it, he will ask Yang Wenguang for a while, he should have no courage to refuse our request."

Speak words and stuff the big wine jar in his arms into Yun Yan's arms, climb the door frame of a hall, and first explore the two feet, hook the dust of the hall with the back of the hall, and explore the gap above the door frame. Pulling up, the two wooden doors opened inward automatically. When Yun Yan looked up, he found that the three characters "Wenshu Hall" were written in the middle of the main hall.

After Di Qing jumped down, he said to Yun Yan: "There is no golden body in this hall, and some of them are frescoes. Wu Guoshengfeng refers to the portrait of the Wenshu Bodhisattva inside. The main hall has never been closed. Scholars who like to paint can come to observe. Later, somehow did not show others, the old man first took you in to open the horizon. "

The roof of the main hall is very high. The space inside is too large, so it seems to be gloomy. Looking at that direction, those Buddha statues and murals seemed to be staring at you. If it was the dojo of Yan Luo in the ten halls. Then with a sentence, "Are you here?"

Di Qing will pull a rope at the corner of the hall, covering the window mantle slowly fade away from both sides. The sun shines on the murals, giving people a different feeling. After the people's heart is chilling, after the sun comes in. Those eyes are full of compassion.

Di Qing was sitting on a big futon, and seemed to be a little sad. He gently stroked a flying sky on the mural. For a long time, he didn't speak. Yun Yan knew the rules. The portrait of the Manjushri Bodhisattva is from the hands of Wu Daozi. The auxiliary characters in the surrounding areas, because on the corner, or close to the ground, they are painted by some ordinary artists. It seems that it should be painted by modern people.

He just silently said to Yun Yan with a smile: "You take a moment for a while, I'll get me some wine and vegetables.

People are unwilling to say that Yun Yan will naturally not ask. For example, the flying sky looks more vivid than other flying sky, especially those eyes, which are simply vivid.

(Taiping Royal Lan) Volume 622 (Tianxianpin) Zhongyun: "Flying clouds, deity, think of Tianxian. Yiyun Feixian."

However, Feitian is usually painted in the murals of the tomb, which symbolizes the soul of the owner of the cemetery. This is the product of the integration of Taoism culture and Buddhist culture.

Is it?

Yun Yan was eating litchi from the jar of the wine, and seriously appreciated the murals in the hall. Except for the middle of the middle of the Manjushri Bodhisattva, there was no thing in the other portraits.

Although the hometown of Feitian was in India, Feitian was born in Indian culture, Western Culture, and Central Plains culture. It is Indian Buddhist heaven and Chinese Taoist feathers.

Flying sky with Chinese cultural characteristics. It is a non -long -winged feather, no round light, and relying on color clouds with the help of colorful clouds. It mainly floods the flying sky with floating dresses and flying ribbons.

Seeing Feitian Yunzheng remembered Dunhuang. Now the Dunhuang sandbar is still under the rule of Xixia.

It's almost the same. After breaking through Xixia in the future, Yun Yan also planned to bury something inside and joked with the later generations.

The murals in the hall are very exquisite and the number is very large. There is a wine jar under the arm of Yunzheng. Unconsciously, I ate the lychee inside.

The next a few pulps have been turned out of lychee. Then the lychee nucleus that is full of the ground feels embarrassing. When I am going to kick these lychee cores in the corner, I listen to some people say, "Why do you just watch the murals?

Those who are interested in flying fairy, but don't know to respect my Buddha? "

Yun Yan turned to look at it, and saw a white birthday eyebrow covering the old monk with his eyes and a white -haired lady with crutches stood at the door of the hall.

The white -haired woman paused the crutch on the blue brick, as if very angry.

Yun Yan laughed: "The Buddhist house is the door to convenience. The boy I have been covered by red dust for a long time. The Buddha's compassion can catch up with ten feet soft red.

Mother -in -law, the old lady saw the majesty of the Buddha. The kids were different, but they saw the tenderness of Feixian.

The little boy heard that the method of becoming a Buddha's understanding is as indispensable as the Ganges sand. The master watched the compassion, the old lady looked at the solemn, and the boy looked at the red dust.

The old lady seemed to be even more angry, but the old monk laughed: "The master is smart, and he is extremely talking. The old man is like the master. Although he continues to watch, as long as you look at the Buddha, you will have a sense.

. ""

Yun Yan always feels that this old monk is too generous. Not only do you not ask himself why he will enter the hall, nor does he pursue the garbage thrown in the pure land of the Buddhist house, let alone care about his nonsense.

Seeing that the old monk told the old lady and picked up the litchi core he spit out, he thought that if this old monk would not be a Buddha, it would be too injustice.

Seeing that the old lady always looked at herself secretly, the doubts in her eyes became more and more strong. Yun Yan laughed, then watched the countless flying fairy, and wanted to find out their differences.

After watching a large circle, Yun Yan still saw the difference. The portrait that Di Qing stroked was less indifferent, and a trace of warmth of the world. Maybe the portrait is a person's self -portrait.

There are really a lot of women in the Yang family. They came in many women without a lot of time. When they saw Yun Yan, they couldn't help but stun themselves. Unexpectedly, there would be other men here. Some girls crowded in the door and came in.

Yun Yan asked Di Qing. Where did the Yang family come to such widows, there were only three at most, and there were no eight sages. Zhao Kuangyin was killed by his brother Zhao Kuangyi in the early morning.

The little girls did not dare to come in, and the women stared at Yun Yan angrily. If it wasn't because Yun Yan came in first, maybe he would call the family to come and clean him.

Standing in Zhongxiang Kingdom who can not change his face and be unwutable, in addition to Xuan Bai, a monk who is like a mountain, there is a guy who is left with Yun Yan.

Just by using two points of alcohol, I walked out of Zhongxiang Kingdom, folded a fan with a left hand, and a big wine altar in the right hand.

Yun Yan is very clear that he must no longer challenge the psychological limit of the Yang family.

I ca n’t find Di Qing, Yun Yan thought that he went to the nun opposite the opposite nun, and he was not in a hurry. After turning around the hall, he saw the monk house. He saw the Wuou monk without asking others.

The warm -up people in the autumn are lazy, and Wugouwo is exposed to the sun on a wooden couch.

"Old bag relief, I heard that the thin bones you boiled, why did you make yourself more and more fat? I won't you eat it by you alone?"

The sun was so comfortable that the sun was sunny, and his eyes were not opened. He stretched out his hand to discuss the altar. He had heard the fragrance of rice wine. Yun Yan put the jar of the wine into the hand of Wugou.

I saw that Wugou raised the jar of the wine altar and gurgledly drank the half jar in one breath. Then he stopped and patted the big belly: "Poor, this is the first wine that the poor monk drank for a year, the poor monk

The intestine is wide, and I haven't seen the fishy fishy for a long time. I saw the meat bun made by the bacon girl in the dream. After waking up, I found that the saliva wet the wooden pillow. Let's go to your house! "

Yun Yan sat next to the wooden couch of Wumou: "If you are not afraid to find you lightly, you go."

Wugou laughed: "If the woman's opinion, if the monk did not say that you cut your head at that time, make you an orphan minister, you can be beheaded by the emperor. Anyway

What is the right to push himself into a orphan minister? Is the poor monk pushing the boat in the water? Emperor Zhao Song estimates that it is still a man who feels that the poor monk is an inflammation. This loss is big. "
Chapter completed!