Professional Accomplishment Of A White Lotus

Xuan also stepped out of the hall, and the little monk who met him nodded to him: "Brother Xuan Yi."

Xuan Yi folded his hands, nodded with them, and turned to leave.

He walked out of the main hall, bypassed Luo Ran's room, and walked back to his house from another path. He took a scripture, stared at it, and walked towards Houshan. This way he had already gone After many times, I felt the way even with my eyes closed.

But this time, it seems that something is different.

There is an endless stream of sesame oil in Qingling Temple, and there are often people in Houshan, but those nobles should all go up the mountain from the other side. There is a gardenia flower in the back.

Many nobles will go there when they come to Qingling Temple.

And he is from the back of the mountain on the other side, where there is only a bamboo forest, in the past is the most pure, but today there is a little voice.

The sound of the piano seemed to come from not far away. The pianist's mood was unknowable. The piano sound was sometimes sad, sometimes happy, and Xuan also raised his eyes, knowing that today's Houshan should be occupied by others.

Playing the harp, again in this place, should be the Luo Shi who lived in the temple last month.

Xuan Yi's steps paused. He hesitated a bit. He came to the back of the mountain just to get clean. He thought for a moment, but finally took a step and continued to move forward, but only ten steps. Ye reveals the woman sitting on the bluestone. She is wearing a plain clothes, with a few white lotuses on it, her eyes dangled slightly, and the strings are twitched.

Xuan Yi's gaze fell on her for a moment, then she retracted her gaze, but she still saw her cheek without Fandai, as pink and tender, and the beauty's eyebrows narrowed, and she seemed to be in trouble.

Xuan Yi recovered his gaze for a moment before returning to the scriptures. He walked to the other side of the path. On this path, there were some stone benches from time to time, and there was a gazebo higher, and Xuan Yi found a stone bench. Then he looked at the scriptures intently, and the sound of the piano lingered on his ears, but he didn't share a trace of mind.

After he sat down, the woman who played the piano narrowed her eyelids and looked at him. He turned his back to Luo Ran, his back was straight, the Book of Songs was silent in his mouth, and Luo Yan's eyebrows smiled. .

She thought that his face that Yu Guang had seen just now could make the heroine love at first sight. It was naturally very good. Since he was a monk since he was a child, he didn't have any hair. He wore the simple monk clothes in the temple, but his eyebrows It's too painting, but it makes him look a bit indifferent gentleman.

He lowered his eyebrows again, but the sound of the piano under his hands changed a bit, and replaced it with a gentle piece of music, slowly raising his voice away.

Xuan Yi frowned slightly. There were not a few women he had seen, and he had gone to the palace with the master, not to mention, he was the son of Houfu, he was no stranger to the sound of the piano, and even he was also proficient in melody. At first, Master saw that he was sullen in the house every day. I didn't know who he was listening to and let him learn.

The reason why he frowned was not because the woman played well or not, not to mention that she played very well, but it was just good, floating on the surface, showing carelessness everywhere, even if he turned his back on her, he could feel it. Until she was absent-minded.

The hand turning the scriptures was slightly paused, and Xuan Yi lowered her head. She was finally disturbed by the sound of the piano and looked back at the woman. As he expected, she supported her head with one hand, and gently flicked the strings with one hand. Turning, at last it seemed to see his gaze, startled, and the beats under her hands were suddenly chaotic. She seemed to notice it and stopped her hands in panic.

She raised her eyebrows tightly, seeming to be extremely guilty. She put the piano aside and stood up with one hand in her skirt, her head bowed slightly, her courage seemed to be raised, she looked at him more, and the women in the old days were seen in her eyes. His stunning look, but before he frowned, she closed her eyes, and her eyes were clear again.

Xuan Yi's eyes were still indifferent. He looked at her quietly and hesitated, then walked towards him, lowered his head slightly, and looked ashamed, and whispered softly:

"Master, did the little girl bother you?"

Xuan Yi stood up with the scripture in her hand. The world always had a point or two for the beauty. Even though Xuan was a monk since she was a child, she is still a mortal. Xuan, he looked down and came to the conclusion that these hands were being pampered.

At the next moment, Xuan Yi frowned. He seemed to think too much, so his thoughts were just a moment. Looking at the woman in front of him, his face was raised slightly, and the color of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"None, Lord Loch is arbitrary."

Luo Ran did not know whether he believed or not, but nodded his head, and looked at him twice more. His white hands were twisted together, and his voice softly said, "Master, the little girl can come here in the future. ?"

She seemed to regard it as his private sphere. Now, like asking his master in advance, he unconsciously put on a few requests, and narrowed his eyebrows, so that this world would follow her heart.

Xuan Yi narrowed his eyebrows and his voice was clear: "This is not a place for Xuan Yi, Luo Shi can do it himself."

She only smiled and bent her eyes when he agreed, and nodded his hands together, rejoicing to return to her previous position, Xuan Yi's eyes moved with her until she sat down and raised her face toward In his opinion, he retracted his gaze, but the sight fell on the scripture for a moment, and then the sound of the piano sounded again, but this time, it seemed that it was not as disturbing as before. Instead, Xuan listened to the sound of the piano, and his mind was more devoted to the Buddhist scriptures. .

In this way, he did not know how long he had seen it, the sky had already darkened, and the sound of the piano had disappeared. Xuan Yi turned to look at that place, her gaze was faint. Instead of leaving, she was tired. She put her hands on the piano, With his head against his arms, he fell asleep.

Xuan Yi frowned, for a moment it was a little difficult, and he didn't want to intersect with her, but if she went down the mountain like this, she was in danger here, and he was afraid he would be ashamed of his heart, and his eyes were still. He stood up and approached Luo Ran step by step.

The steps stopped, and the look in his eyes seemed to fluctuate for a moment. The moonlight hit gently on Luo Ran's pink cheeks, giving her a layer of fluorescence, like the hooks in the gibberish book he had seen when he was young. Mind fairy.

He went back to his heart and didn't touch her, only shouting indifferently: "Lord the Lord."

His voice was not small. Luo Ran shook her eyebrows immediately, and she was about to wake up. She felt a bit uncomfortable in her eyes. She looked at Xuanyi with water, and after a while, she woke up and widened instantly. Eyes, I can't believe I fell asleep like this, and immediately sat up, blushed, and shivered:

"Master, sorry, I ..."

Xuan Yi interrupted her: "Nothing, you might go down the mountain?"

Luo Ran blushed and nodded again and again: "Master, little girl can."

Xuan Yi turned his back on the scripture book, no longer looked at her, and said, "Since then, Xuan Yi went down the mountain first."

Luo Ran was wrong, and he didn't expect that he would say so. Then looking at the dark bamboo forest, the breeze blew, and the sound of "rustling" sounded. Luo Ran's face suddenly turned white, and he lifted Xuanyi's sleeve, facing Xuan also frowned, and did not let go, but pitifully, whispered:

"Master, master, don't leave now, me," she lowered her head slightly, and said with some restraint, "... I'm afraid."

Xuan also looked at her frightened face, and knew that she was not false. He looked down and landed on the fingertips of her sleeves. Her eyes moved slightly and she pulled out her sleeves. See She looked white again, paused, and then said:

"Xuan also sent the donor down the mountain."

Luo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, grinning at him gratefully, biting his lip, struggling to pick up the piano, followed behind Xuan Yi, Xuan Yi saw this, slightly frowned, took the piano in her hand Then, in exchange for her frowning smile, she suddenly felt that the impatience in her heart was lightened.

Turning down the mountain, he sent her into the cabin, which was the first time he had walked here after she moved in.

Xuan also returned Qin to her, and before Luo Ran said "Thank you," he turned and left. Luo Liuran was at a loss as he stood, and only shouted loudly:

"Thank you, Master Xuan Yi."

Xuanyi frowned, only to think the woman was too troublesome.

In the future, Hou Shan will go less.

After this day, Xuan Yiguo rarely went to Houshan. Luo Ran hugged the harp. It was more than half a month after Houshan. She had never encountered Xuan Yi except on the first day. She knew that Xuan Yi was hiding. Myself.

Qi'er showed his figure silently, and he didn't know what emotion said, "It's the first time I've seen you eat."

Luo Ran raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Who said? No matter how he reacts now, he still falls into our net."

For her self-confidence, Qier never doubted, looked indifferently, and approached her, letting her lean on her, closing her eyes, and looking at her quiet appearance, Qier's eyes seemed softer. .

When Luo Ran was about to end in August, he stopped him on the path back to Xuan Yi's room, and saw him standing there indifferently, looking at her lightly, without saying a word.

The weather was sweltering. Luo Ran wore a white dress with a jasper rafter inserted obliquely. She stood anxiously in the same place, trying to say something, but she didn't know how to speak. She frowned anxiously, Xuan also saw This look, her hands holding the scriptures tightened, and she finally asked:

"What does Luo Shi stop Xuan Yi from doing?"

Luo Ran looked at him on the back, some lost, and some blame him, and asked him: "Master Xuan Yi, do you think I'm too troublesome?"

Xuan Yi looked at her coldly: "What's the answer?" In fact, he vaguely guessed what she was going to say, but he shouldn't guess.

Luo Ran bit her lip, clenched her handkerchief tightly, and stepped forward: "If not, why don't you go to Houshan?"

Xuan Yi sighed in her heart, her expression remained unchanged, she looked back at her, and cast her back to the mountain: "Why are you going up the mountain?"

"I ..." Luo Ran pursed her lips, some could not tell.

Luo Ran frowned, pondered for a moment, and finally hesitated, "Because ... clean."

Xuan Yi nodded: "So, if Xuan Yi is gone, wouldn't it disturb the donor's purity?"

"No, no!" Luo Ran waved quickly, explaining: "No, you haven't made me noise ..."

She looked suddenly, seeming to understand what he meant, and the expression in her eyes faded, and she said in a loss: "I disturbed the purity of the master."

Xuan Yi gave a meal. Although he did not go to Houshan, there was a reason for this, but what he said just now did not mean it.

Luo Ran raised his eyes to look at him, barely twitching his lips, and smiled happily: "Master Xuan Yi can go to Houshan in the future, I will not go."

After speaking, she seemed to be a little sad, her eyes were red, she raised the skirt, and waited for Xuan to speak, and ran towards her own room.

Xuan Yi stood there, looking at her back, frowning, not moving for a long time. He was thinking, maybe his behavior was wrong? Maybe he shouldn't go to Houshan at first, after all, she didn't really bother herself.

On that day, Xuan Yi went to the back mountain with the scriptures, but when he came to the back mountain, he could not help but stare. The person who said he would not come back did not appear. Xuan Yi lowered his brows and sat in the place , Silently looking at the scriptures, but half a moment later, he looked up and looked at the place where Luo Ran was staying.

My heart was a little uncondensed, and Xuan Yi leaned back to the trunk behind her, silently reading the sutra, hoping to recover her mind, but his eyes still fell to that position from time to time because, on that bluestone, her piano was still there Seems to be abandoned in general.

It wasn't dark, and Xuan Yi stood up. He was going to leave because his mind was absent. Going to read the scriptures was just a blasphemy to the Buddha.

He took two steps and finally glanced back at the piano. His expression moved in his eyes. In the end, he did not care about the piano, he was not a nosy person.

After four days like this, Xuan Yi would go to Houshan every day, but that person really did, as she said, once in the future, and the piano was still there, Xuan Yi slightly frowned and looked at the sutra, In a few days, his mind had already settled.

Even if he saw the harp again, his mind would not fluctuate like that day. Xuan also looked at the Buddhist scriptures, and it became dark before he knew it, but suddenly, he felt the head was slightly cold, and he raised his eyebrows and raised the sky. It drizzled.

His face did not change, and he carefully guarded the scriptures, afraid of getting wet, and quickly got up to prepare to go down the mountain, but just when he stepped on the path, Yu Guang glanced at the piano. Yes, if it's wet, I'm afraid it won't be used again in the future.

He stood in place, his eyes changed for a moment, remembering the day when she ran away with red eyes, and finally sighed, walked over, picked up the piano, walked down the mountain, and tried to protect the piano body as much as possible. Get wet in the rain.

Xuan Yi looked up and looked at the gray sky, frowning, and walked around the path to the front of Luo Ran's room. There was an oil lamp in it, and there was a soft light in the room. I stood at the door for a while, finally pursing my lips and knocking on the door.

"Squeak ---" The door was opened from the inside, Luo Ran opened the door with a coat, and his eyes were slightly confused, as if he had just woke up from a dream.

Xuan also looked at her disheveled clothes, frowned slightly, and felt a little unnatural in her heart. She took a step back, don't look away from her, and at this moment she sounded a surprised and worried voice:

"Master Xuan Yi?"

She frowned tightly, looking at his wet clothes, her eyes full of worry. In anxiety, she suddenly reached out and held him, and said in a hurry, "How do you make this look? Come in, Dodge the rain! "

Xuan Yi suddenly changed her face, and wanted to refuse, but because of her unconcealed anxious look, she was pulled into her room by accident, waiting to smell a scent of fragrance that belonged to the woman in front of her. He just returned to God.

His expression changed, and his eyes condensed. In order to just lose his sight, the person in front of him let him sit down and hurried to get a clean towel. He handed him lightly, it seems that this time Thinking of the difference between men and women, such a dark night, the two stayed in the same room, under the soft light, her cheeks turned red, but still couldn't stop the worry in her eyes.

Xuan Yi dropped his eyes, did not take the towel, and put the piano in his hand on the table. At this moment, the woman in front of him saw the piano in his hand, looked up at him in disbelief, and bit his lip. Baby, there was an indescribable look in her, she whispered:

"Are you here to send me a piano?"

Xuan Yi's look was a bit colder than before. His eyes were very similar to his mother, a little official girl, and a pair of charming eyes that pleased Houye. His favoritism made his mother and mother jealous. In honor, it will kill others.

He usually looked indifferent, but no one looked at him too much. At this time, Luo Ran had a pair of beautiful eyes fixed on him. He subconsciously looked away, and felt that he was too rude.

"Ok."

Rather than saying that he was colder than in the past, it was better to say that he didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he used this look to disguise.

Luo Ran didn't seem to know what he thought, took the clean cloth and took a step forward, held it in front of his eyes, and attracted his attention before he said softly: "Master Xuan Yi, wipe it, Mo It's going to be cold. "

Xuan Yi's eyes paused on the white cloth, but he didn't take it, stood up, didn't look at her look, and said indifferently, "Luo Shi doesn't have to do this, Xuan Yi has left."

Xuan Yi turned around and wanted to leave, but Luo Ran called him behind his back: "Wait a minute!"

Xuan Yi stopped and turned to look at her, but saw that her eyes were reddish like that time, and she even said aggrievedly, "Does Master Xuan Yi hate me so much?"

Xuan Yi frowned slightly, wondering why she was doing this? She left her room earlier for her consideration, how could a girl's reputation be ruined in the hands of his family? He did not understand her mind, but did not prevent him from answering her words:

"Lord, Xuan didn't hate you."

Luo Ran was anxious: "Then why did you meet me and then avoid it?"

Xuan Yi looked up at her in amazement. She also seemed to realize that she wasn't saying the right thing, her face was blushing, but she still looked at him stubbornly. It's too late today, and Xuan couldn't stay in Luo Shi's room. "

At this point, Luo Ran also understood the meaning of his words. She felt embarrassed at the moment because of her misunderstanding. She bit her lip and asked him hopefully, "Well, do you really hate me?"

Xuan also didn't understand why her eyes suddenly became so bright and a little hot, which caused him to avoid his eyes and whispered, "Well."

She burst her eyes and smiled sharply, looking at him with Yingying Liangyi in her eyes, and asked softly, "Can I go to Houshan in the future?"

Xuan also looked at the bright color in her eyes, and for some reason she remembered that the fireflies he had seen, a little bit bright, but beautiful, his fingertips trembled, and his eyebrows were narrowed and said:

"Of course."

"Then you shouldn't hide from me!" She remembered the past, and he had to agree to her before she could stop.

Xuan Yiting likes the bright colors in her eyes. He rarely likes the same thing. The only thing he likes is the Buddhist scriptures, so he looked at her and said, "OK."

He didn't know what he meant by "good", but only knew that she was smiling and looking good at this time. There was no need to flush her eyes. He felt a sigh of relief. These days of unexplainable boredom seemed to be like this. Go away.

He nodded at Luo Ran and turned to leave. Luo Ran didn't hold on anymore, and smiled and sent him away.

The rain outside was still falling. As soon as he took a step, Luo Ran's face changed slightly, frowning, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

Hyun also turned in doubt, wondering what happened to her? I saw her turning and running towards the house. Within a short while, she came over with an oil-paper umbrella, her cheek was pink, her head was slightly tilted, and she handed the umbrella to him, softly:

"Xuan Yi, don't you get the rain again with your umbrella."

She changed her name and stopped calling his master, but he didn't seem to hear it, took the umbrella in her hand, and accidentally touched her fingertips, both of them couldn't help it. Luo Ran seemed to have been charged with electricity. She immediately retracted her hands, lowered her head with a blush, and a strand of hair scattered around the corner of her mouth, making her face too soft.

Xuan also didn't expect it to be like this, her face was a bit unnatural, looked at her more, didn't speak, and left under an umbrella.

He didn't turn back, and naturally didn't know. After he turned around, the blushing woman leaned slightly on the door rail with a smile and looked at his back indifferently. Under the smoke and rain, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. Wearing blue Luoshan, picturesque.

The path no longer saw him, Luo Ran finally returned to the room, closed the door, and turned off the oil lamp.

Xuan Yi walked back for less than a moment and returned to his own courtyard. In his courtyard was a date tree with branches slightly hanging down. There was a stone table below with four stone benches. Skipping it was his room. Pushing open the door, Xuan also closed the umbrella and bent down under the eaves, but before waiting for her hand, she picked it up again, walked aside for two steps, and placed it on the window.

Concentrating on the unknown look in his eyes, he stared at the umbrella before turning into the room, closing the door, and lighting the oil lamp. At this time, no one was looking around. Somehow, he felt relieved. Relaxing, he took the scripture he had been holding, and his gaze suddenly gaze.

The scriptures are half wet.

He suddenly remembered that, except for a few drops of water stains on the corner of the piano he was protecting, the drops of water remained unstained.