Stigma

Ancient temple deep in the mountains.

From the middle of the city to Xiangguo Temple, the heavy snow has already fallen. The morning bell in the temple rang leisurely through the mountains. The titmouse pecked the snow on the branches of the snowfall. Hearing the voice of people, he quickly fluttered his wings and dived into the forest.

Sui Yan held an umbrella and followed Duan Mingchong to the mountain steps. Before he reached halfway, he clutched his chest and screamed. The attendants who followed looked at each other, wondering whether he should step forward and help him.

Duan Mingchong waved his hand at random, motioning them to watch.

Sui Yan pressed his chest, looked at Duan Mingchong pitifully, and said, "Your Highness, I can't breathe."

Holding the red sandalwood box in his hand, Duan Mingchong said indifferently, "Stand firmly, and you will be able to go up soon. The gods and Buddhas in the Xiangguo Temple are all watching. You need to be sincere to get what you want, safe and sound. well."

Sui Yan threw the umbrella aside, folded his hands together, and muttered: "I beg where the gods and buddhas can take me directly into the temple, and don't let me climb the mountain road anymore, I pray very sincerely."

Duan Mingchong almost laughed angrily by him, probably relented. He walked a few steps down the mountain steps, handed the red sandalwood box in his hand to the attendant aside, and reached out to Sui Yan.

"Come, pull you alone."

Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a bit burnt-this old fairy who had lived for so many years was actually flushed by the young man's unintentional words.

His feather eyelashes trembled lightly for a long time, and then shook his hand over it.

There was a pure crystal in Duan Ming Chong's eyes, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. With a slight force, he pulled Sui Yan under his umbrella, and Sui Yan almost hit him directly.

Duan Mingchong turned his head and said, "Hold tight, don't let go-why are your hands so cold?"

Sui Yan turned his face to one side unnaturally, and stopped screaming, coughing dryly: "No, nothing, let's go up, this clock has been ringing for a long time."

Duan Ming Chongxindao would have gone up if it weren't for you to toss here, but he was gentle and courteous, and he was accustomed to these harsh words, so he smiled and took Sui Yan to Xiangguo Temple half-heartedly.

When he went up the mountain steps and saw the golden words "Daxiangguo Temple" on the huge plaque, Sui Yan was almost paralyzed.

He hugged Duan Mingchong's shoulders and panted slightly, and said, "I will never come here again next time. The last time the mountain step was really life-threatening."

Duan Ming Chongren laughed and teased him: "Is there any sweet porridge, why don't you come?"

Sui Yan frowned and thought for a while: "Then I have to think about it."

Duan Ming Chong laughed out loud.

It was snowing today, and there were very few people who came to worship the Buddha. Duan Ming Chongxu came often. The monk who swept the snow in front of the hall saw him and walked slowly over to salute.

Duan Mingchong took the red sandalwood box over, said a few words to the monk gently, and said to Sui Yan: "Master Xiaohou, you will wait here for a while, and you will return when you leave the Heart Sutra in the Buddhist hall alone."

Sui Yan said: "Yes."

Duan Mingchong and several attendants exhorted again, and then left with the monk.

Sui Yan had been to Xiangguo Temple several times, but it was all from his previous life, and he just hurriedly walked by at that time, and did not take a close look at this ancient temple located in the deep mountains.

He held Duan Mingchong's umbrella, holding the small hand stove and walked in a random direction, completely forgetting what Duan Mingchong had asked him to wait here.

The attendant wanted to persuade but didn't dare, so two people followed him at the same pace, lest he got lost.

In the temple, you can see small carved stone statues of Buddha, blue bricks and red tiles, and the eaves are covered with ice, shrouded in a white mountain and snow.

After just being in it for a moment, Sui Yan suddenly felt that the stagnant air that had been lingering in his heart since rebirth disappeared invisible, and even his mind became much more open.

Sui Yan took a light breath and felt the coldness in his lungs, and he understood why so many princes and nobles in the capital ran away to Xiangguo Temple without incident.

If it hadn't been for the previous life to have some shadows about this place, he would have liked to live here directly.

Sui Yan himself wandered around for half an hour, and Duan Mingchong finally found him in a hurry. Before he got close, he heard Duan Mingchong disapprovingly say, "Don't you let you wait there? Now that the snowy road is slippery, what if you accidentally fell down the mountain?"

Sui Yan was in a good mood and smiled and said, "It's okay.

Duan Mingchong glared at him, took his hand and led him to the front hall.

Just now Sui Yan walked all the way, already stepped on a layer of snow and frost on the soles of his feet. He was dragged by Duan Ming Chong and walked away. He almost couldn't stand firmly. He said twice, "Hi! Your highness! Your highness! Slow down, I want to I can’t stand still...ah—"

As he was talking, Sui Yan slipped on his feet and jumped straight forward.

Duan Mingchong was taken aback and was about to pick him up with his backhand, but Sui Yan hit him straight before his hand was extended.

The two of them tilted their bodies, staggered to the side of the snow, and made a dull sound.

Sui Yan, although Da Duan Ming Chong was one year old, was a little shorter than Duan Ming Chong because of his weakness.

Duan Mingchong took a breath.

Sui Yan secretly called guilt in his heart, and quickly held up his hands to get up, but when he got up, the two of them suddenly rubbed their faces, one cold and the other warm. Although it was fleeting, they still let the two people who have not been in the world at the same time. stunned.

Such behavior is too intimate for the two men.

Sui Yan: "The Palace..."

Duan Ming Chong was taken aback, and when he reacted, he suddenly stretched out his hand to push him aside, and stood up with his ears red with his hands.

The back of his hair was covered with snow, and the waiter beside him reacted at this time and hurriedly stepped forward to pour the snow out for His Royal Highness.

No one was waiting for Sui Yan, so she got up on her own, stamped her feet vigorously, and threw off the snow on her knees.

Both of them were a little embarrassed, and finally Duan Mingchong spoke.

"You... did you hurt when you fell?"

Suddenly, Sui Yan felt sour in his heart for some unknown reason.

Duan Mingchong may be as indecisive as Jun Jingxing said, but Sui Yan also has to admit that he is also a rare lover in the royal family.

Duan Mingchong, who grew up in the palace, did not grow up under the protection of the emperor since he was young. Since Emperor Beilan wanted to support him, he would naturally not develop him into an inexperienced person. It is the tiger wolf's palace that is forced to grow up, so he will have experienced much more than others.

Can a noble birth be able to succeed in life?

Can you sit back and relax with high weight?

However, I have seen so many deceitful calculations, and the gentleness and kindness on Duan Mingchong's face are still not disguised.

Duan Mingchong disdains and does not want to use the intrigues calculated by those institutions, but such a gentleman who is like a jade, he was the first to die in brotherhood in his previous life.

Now it was obvious that he was dragged down to the ground by others, but the first sentence after getting up was to gently ask others if they had any pain from the fall.

Sui Yan shook his head slightly, bent over to pick up the umbrella on the ground and shook the snow, without speaking.

The two walked one after the other towards the front hall of Xiangguo Temple. Duan Mingchong didn't think much about it, and soon returned to normal. Instead, Sui Yan, an old and serious mind, was thinking about it, thinking about it for a while. If Ming Chong continues to do this, he will be killed sooner or later. For a while he thinks that His Royal Highness's waist seems to be very touchable, and then he thinks that the green wood fragrance on his body smells good, and he doesn't know if it's useful. What fragrance? Ask another day.

By the time the front hall of Xiangguo Temple, the snow was already heavy, Duan Mingchong watched Sui Yan's small body trembling, and hurriedly stepped forward and lifted his cloak to protect him from the wind and snow, and protected him by stepping on the steps into the hall. .

No one had ever treated him so carefully. The more Sui Yan thought about it, the more he felt bad. He quickly suppressed the dangerous thoughts in his mind, watching his nose and nose, his mind no longer fluttered.

In the front hall of Xiangguo Temple stands a huge golden Buddha with benevolent eyebrows and lifelike eyes. The incense table in front is full of incense burners and red candles, and the incense is smoky up.

On the futon in front of the incense table, a monk in white is sitting cross-legged holding a Buddhist bead, and there is a leisurely peace between his eyebrows.

Duan Mingchong stepped forward, folded his hands together, and said, "Master Gengxue."

Sui Yan was closing his umbrella and looked up when he heard the words.

The monk with his back to them moved his lips slightly, as if he was reciting the Buddhist scriptures silently. Hearing the voice of Duan Mingchong, the movement and sound of turning the Buddhist beads in his hand stopped abruptly.

Gengxue got up from the futon and turned around to return to Duan Mingchong.

Master Gengxue has a gentle face, Xu Shi has been cultivating hard all year round, his facial features are a little thin, and his voice is far and clearer, as if he is immersed in the spirit of Zen, which makes people afraid to offend.

Xing Lei has a long and thin bones and has practiced for a long time.

Gengxue said: "I have seen His Royal Highness."

After saluting, he straightened up and looked at Sui Yan, then his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his voice softer.

"Senior Hou Ye, has been missing for many years."

Sui Yan's eyes shrank suddenly, and he took a half step back without a trace, looking at him a little strangely.

Duan Mingchong curiously asked, "I have seen the master and Xiaohou Ye?"

She smiled more softly and said, "Naturally I have seen it, Xiao Hou Ye, you said... didn't you?"

Sui Yan's eyes almost looked at him blankly, the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and his lips moved lightly: "You..."

Gengxue looked at him with a smile.

Sui Yan murmured: "When have we... met?"

Gengxue smiled and said, "How much the nobleman Xiaohou has forgotten. You asked the monk a question a year ago, and at that time, Master Hou was in a hurry. I will always have time to answer you in the future."

Suddenly, Sui Yan opened his eyes wide, and looked at him incredulously, almost completely scared of fright.

Duan Mingchong realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Sui Yan, and said, "What's the matter? Your complexion doesn't look good."

Sui Yan's eyes were dizzy, and Duan Mingchong's voice seemed to be coming from a far away place, and he didn't hear it very well.

"I, what did I ask him..." Sui Yan thought blankly.

The buddha in Gengxue's hand was gently held by him and turned slowly between his fingers, a slight "click" sound was made in the silence-this sound was extremely weak, but it was like an invisible thread pulling Sui Yan's memory. Drifting to the year he was dying in the previous life.

That day, it seemed that there was also such a big goose feather snow. The white-clothed monk smiled at the corner of his lips under the seat of the gods and Buddha, but looked at him with compassion between his brows and eyes.

Sui Yan was already very ill at the time and had no respect for the gods and Buddhas in the sky. He didn't bow to him when he saw him, and asked him directly...

"Master, will the gods and Buddhas impose severe penalties on the self-defeating people?"

Gengxue smiled lightly with a Buddhist bead wrapped around her wrist.

"Well, it depends on whether the prince believes in my Buddha."

The author has something to say: Xing Lei, bone and skinny for a long time to practice, a Na Mai praised love. Quoting Bai Juyi's "Bird's Nest Monk's Praise".