Updated: 2012-09-14

Chapter 262:

When I climbed the steps up to Qingliang Temple, the bright moon was already deep in the sky, and the night was too deep. The noise and bustle of tourists during the day was dissipated. Mount Wutai, covered by the extremely light moonlight and night shadow, seemed extremely quiet and peaceful.

He held Cai Yanzhi in his hand and walked slowly and slowly. Yang Qingwu looked obviously thinking about some thoughts and various messy thoughts. At this moment, all the lights stood under the plaque of Qingliang Temple and turned back. Yang Qingwu felt too confused and in a hurry.

After killing Zhang Xuewu and Jiang Qianru from Shanghai, although it was not too long, the various things that happened in the middle might be difficult for ordinary people to experience in their entire lives. Although it is not considered successful, no matter who stands from what angle, even under the very harsh eyes, Yang Qingwu also called the upper world, and the lotus is produced step by step. However, under the circumstances, everything is pushed like a flood and rushing towards the unknown front, Yang Qingwu stole a moment of leisure and restlessness, suddenly the confusion about the road ahead surged into his heart. He was at a loss for a moment, and stood there in a daze for a long time. He was stunned for a long time until a violent mountain wind blew up and his whole body became cold. He woke up. He turned around and looked at Cai Yanzhi's red face, who was waiting quietly for him. He felt distressed in his heart and chuckled:

"Let's go, find a place to live first! Go down the mountain tomorrow!"

Cai Yanzhi hesitated slightly before speaking:

“Unhappy?”

Yang Qingwu shook his head and said:

"No! How could it be!"

Cai Yanzhi didn't say anything anymore, but just held Yang Qingwu's hand tightly.

The two of them who had sex with the mountain scenic spot hotel for a little delay the next day, so they got up and went to Taiyuan to meet Xu Jin and Wang Xuance. As for Qingliang Temple, which was close to each other, Yang Qingwu unknowingly made a pass and did not enter. Looking at the three big words with a clear aura in the golden regular script, Yang Qingwu poked out a finger and gently tracing it on Cai Yanzhi's back and smiled:

"Let's go, I'll take you to have a good look next time!"

Cai Yanzhi, who had a sweet smile, immediately responded to the statement, seemed to finally come out of the Gengzi year's death, full of longing for her wonderful posture of being able to travel with Yang Qingwu throughout the famous mountains and rivers in the future, and travel with her extremely freely.

How could I know that a prophecy always comes to the point where I hit it. How many years later, the beautiful Cai, who was dominating Shanghai, always recalled this scene late at night, and she burst into tears and kept disdaining.

In fact, Cai Yanzhi, who had only underwear on her body that night, stood at Yang Qingwu's door and hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door. A layer of faint pink appeared on her white body, and her beautiful and charming pair of bright eyes were even more wet as autumn water rippling in spring waves.

Yang Qingwu, who was not sleeping soundly in the room, didn't think too much after hearing the knock on the door, and asked what was wrong?

Cai Yanzhi bit her red lips lightly and squeezed out a sentence after a long time:

"I want to come in and talk to you!"

Yang Qingwu, who was lying on the bed, did not get up and said with a smile:

"I haven't said enough after saying it for such a whole day!"

After the words were finished, I felt a unique taste. My breathing was a little confused involuntarily, but I had to wait for the pretty and pure girl outside the door to respond.

It seemed that he mustered up a lot of courage. The nervous tremor in Cai Yanzhi's voice was suppressed so easily that there was no sign of anything unusual, and he continued:

"I just can't sleep, I want to talk to you!"

Even when he was angry with Yang Qingwu, he was a rare coquettish tone. The lethality in his tone was enough to shock the sky. When Yang Qingwu heard this, he felt hot and immediately looked at his nose and kept a heart of Taoism without being charmed. He said with some dryness and guilt.

"No, I'm afraid that the mountain will be too tired after a day. Hurry up and go back and have a good rest. Be obedient!"

The conversation was somewhat disappointing. Cai Yanzhi quietly retreated back to sleep. Yang Qingwu continued to toss and turn and remembered the ugly old monk's words. Born in Runan was too realistic, and he was not fake at all. He was unable to deny it if he was not a good person, so he died too much in the last sentence, which was too murderous to kill people in the year of Gengzi.

Yang Qingwu, who was not a materialist at all, has been in trouble since childhood and followed the old Taoist priests to influence these mysterious foreigners from the bottom of their hearts. He has witnessed the old man in his forties who has been in high positions for a long time who has been in his forties who have been in high positions for shock and nodded repeatedly. Yang Qingwu couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart.

But after all, it was the toad who was bold and shady and thick-skinned to have brought a lot of white swans. He had a good mentality and always implemented his attitude towards life in the present. Although he was covered with a little haze at this moment, after all, there was an old Taoist priest Yang Ding who could be called an unparalleled national sage behind him, so he was too confident and rested too much.

Yang Qingwu, who had moved down the mountain with ease, would never have thought that outside the middle Zen room where he passed by the door, the morning light was dim, and a slightly loose cotton jacket was worn on his body, but it was still roughly curved. After washing, he did not apply makeup to Zhang Meiyan, which was a beautiful cheek with a coexistence of light and quietness and charm. In men's eyes, most of the beauties have delicate facial features and attractive figures. Apart from these impeccable, this woman who took water from the old well of the temple, had a light and quiet temperament that was even more unmatched. Her eyebrows were thick and thin, and the eyebrows were clean and open, and countless styles were brewing.

I can take a lot of peace in the backyard of Qingliang Temple and read books here with all kinds of flowers. There are several beautiful women who are currently living in the normal precepts and meditation monks who have lived for half a year. Naturally, they can only behave in the entire Sijiu City. Ye Jinyao, the granddaughter of the Ye family, who is talked about by others.

There is indeed not much spiritual understanding in the world, nor too many fates come to meet each other thousands of miles away. Therefore, even if Yang Qingwu and Ye Jinyao are only a hundred steps away from each other according to the distance of space, it is not a fairy tale, a song, or a prince who can find the castle through the princess's fragrance, Yang Qingwu has no golden eyes and cannot see through a block of yellow walls that are written by Buddhist verbal words to encourage people to be kind, so Ye Jinyao naturally will not be thinking about it.

If we guess based on the most vulgar plot, in a few months, this beautiful woman with a strange mind might change into a simple spring outfit and tied the old monk with a ferocious appearance to himself a big butterfly kite to play with her in the courtyard. If the spring breeze suddenly blows the kite out of a hundred steps and hundreds of steps, the woman who is panting and chasing her out might be by chance that she would meet the young man with thin eyebrows and thin lips.

But now the cold land is cold today, there are few young people who can get up so early, so there is no possibility of a vulgar plot spreading between the two. Yang Qingwu's movements are brisk and smiling, and the same way is returned. Cai Yanzhi, who is closely linked, is complicated but definitely worth the trip. After washing up, Ye Jinyao's article "The Sutra of the World of Manjushri Vows" has not been finished. In the middle of the night, people met an ugly old monk who was mistakenly thinking of meeting a ghost and dragged his dirty cotton jacket and monk's robe and pushed open the wooden door. He just woke up early in the morning, maybe his throat was still a little uncomfortable. After two rude coughs, he spit out a thick phlegm, and then shouted loudly with a slightly dry voice:

"Ye Yatou! Has the girl got up?"

Ye Jinyao, standing in the yard, was frozen in a basin of cold well water, and was filled with lotus, and was not afraid of this ugly monk who was bullied. He stood there and let the old monk shout without saying anything. The old guy was real. He shouted at Ye Jinyao for a long time, until Ye Jinyao, who was quiet by nature, could no longer bear his noise and rolled his eyes and said:

"I haven't eaten early in the morning, so I won't play chess with you!"

The old monk smiled and said loudly with a complacent look:

"How, I know that I am so chess skillful and willing to give up on my disadvantage?"

Hearing this, he knew that the old monk who was in Qingliang Temple who had the seniority and had some ages could completely abuse the person in front of him. Ye Jinyao was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he turned around and prepared to go back to the room with his wooden basin in his arms.

The old monk followed behind him, knowing that his words were arrogant, and he was afraid of annoying the little girl, so he hurriedly said:

"Girl, girl, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll tell you something interesting!"

Ye Jinyao ignored him, pushed the door and entered the extremely simple wing room, put down the toothbrush and wooden basin. The cold air on the mountain was too strong, so he couldn't help rubbing his hands and fiddling with the brazier in the corner.

Perhaps the old monk, who had been used to being neglected, felt embarrassed at all and said as if he was offering treasures on his own:

"Last night, when Motian was getting dark, I met an interesting person halfway up the mountain! Do you want to hear it?"

Ye Jinyao tried hard to ignite the charcoal fire and blew hard with his mouth. Obviously, he had no time to pay attention to him.

The old monk touched the tip of his eyebrows, threw the fine black rosary between his neck, and continued to laugh dryly:

"It's similar to the young man named Qingwu you told me, but this is a short-lived ghost. Haha, I can tell that his life is not long after a glance!"

Ye Jinyao finally blew up some charcoal fire, the bright yellow warm swayed constantly, and a little smile appeared on his face. I don’t know if he heard the word Qingniu or because the charcoal fire was rising, but after a while he came back to his senses and said in surprise:

"What? Short-lived ghost?"

The old monk seemed to have finally waited for Ye Jinyao's reaction and said immediately with excitement:

"Ye Yatou, do you want to know what method I used to get it?"

After carefully gathering the charcoal fire, Ye Jinyao got up and took a wooden bench and sat aside. He was no longer in the mood to read the scriptures. In front of this old guy, he simply held his face and thought in his heart whether it was better to eat some tofu brain or millet porridge for breakfast. The old monk was reluctant to show off again. Ye Jinyao turned his mind and said:

"If I could eat vegetarian dumplings cooked by Master Huineng at noon, I would listen carefully to you three times, wouldn't it be good?"

The old monk thought about it and said that Junior Brother Huineng cooked dumplings really delicious. He could still enjoy the food by holding the chicken feathers as a command arrow. It was not bad, so he agreed.

Then the ugly old monk began to talk about the reason why the middle-aged man was caught by him at first sight.


Chapter completed!