Twenty-five, abbot's courtyard

This abbot's courtyard is quite far from the main hall of the temple. Yu Qingcun followed Jue Hui into the valley and crossed the forest. After that, he felt that the terrain was getting higher and higher. The other courtyard was built on a mountain, looking far away from the main hall, but it was separated by forest trees.

After walking for about ten minutes, I finally arrived. However, the courtyard is spacious, surrounded by three or four Zen rooms, and several tall trees in the courtyard are clean and peaceful. I only faintly heard the sound of the meridians in the distance, but this courtyard has its own climate.

Jue Hui led Yu Qingcun to a place. After the tea was ready, he said that the master asked him to settle down first, and he would come later. So he resigned from Yu Qingcun, left the courtyard and went to the front hall.

Yu Qingcun sat alone in the room, in a trance. Thinking that he was about to see Jinglian, he couldn't believe it for a moment. But he paused for a while, but no one came. He unconsciously got up and walked out. I feel quite quiet all around, as if there is no one else waiting. Is he the only one living here? He was puzzled and walked away at will.

But there were no people in the rooms. When I arrived at the last room, I faintly smelled the faint fragrance of medicine. There seemed to be a sound in the room, so I gently pushed the door open.

In it, a person is straight, tall and vigorous, and he is busy with his back to this direction. Hearing the sound of the door, the man turned around and said with a smile in his eyes, "Just a moment." It's Jinglian.

The mountain is light and green. Yu Qingcun saw the Jinglian standing in the depths of the room. He only smiled, and it was like a lotus flower gradually blooming in the extreme silence, so holy and beautiful. He stood by the door and was infatuated for a moment. His heart suddenly jumped. A sentence of "Zi Fei" was choked in his throat, and he almost shouted out.

Jinglian approached and said with a smile, "Why are you still standing? Do you want to sit for a while?" A few rays of sunlight fell on him.

Yu Qingcun came to his senses and realized that this was Jinglian, not Shen Fang. Shen Fang is always a head of black silk, with a high crown and plain clothes fluttering. This pure lotus has no hair on its head, and it is even more dressed in a monk's costume. Although the smile is still the same, it is not the person of the day. He was depressed and came in to find a place to sit, but he sat down and said nothing.

Although he was prepared, he still couldn't accept the unruly and affectionate Shen Fang at the beginning. It was actually the abbot's costume, Buddha beads, and abandoned the seven emotions and six desires, and the pure lotus who stood in the world.

When Jinglian saw that he sat down, she turned around and went to work on him again. He walked back and forth, moving quickly and neatly. He seemed to be in a very good mood, but he couldn't help humming softly.

Yu Qingcun raised his eyes and followed him. He seemed to be making some herbs. Looking at his broad back, the two of them were completely unrestrained on the same day, but the past has not been repeated. He felt a pain in his heart. When he heard the song, he couldn't help saying with some hatred, "Does the abbot of Guangtai Temple need to be prepared in person?"

Jinglian was stared, turned to look at Yu Qingcun, and said with a smile, "I can only match this medicine."

Yu Qingcun felt slightly embarrassed, and then turned his head down and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was like this, Jinglian stopped the work in his hand, cleaned his hands, walked over to Yu Qingcun, lowered himself, and said softly, "Then leave it alone for the time being. I'll talk with Qingcun."

This word was as warm as the old days. Yu Qingcun didn't feel that his heart was confused, but he looked up and saw that Jinglian's eyes were full of tenderness. He stood up in a daze and looked at Jinglian. His dark eyes were turbulent.

Jinglian smiled and said, "Well, his face is much better. Qingcun seems to be obedient..." Before the words were finished, he was held around Yu Qingcun's neck and kissed his lips in an instant. Jinglian was stunned for a moment, and felt that the kiss was cold and trembling, but it was so entangled and fierce.

Jinglian stood there and gradually felt a frenzy rushing in her heart. He held Yu Qingcun's head with both hands and moved away slightly, but he saw that Yu Qingcun's eyelids were slightly closed, his expression was obsessed, his breath was rapid, and his blushing cheeks were unparalleled.

Yu Qingcun was half crazy. Suddenly, he was pulled away and suddenly felt a burst of shame. He opened his eyes in panic and wanted to retreat in a hurry. He didn't dare to look at Jinglian's face at all. Just as he was about to break free, he was hugged by Jinglian. He grabbed the back of Yu Qingcun's head with one hand and kissed him infinitely.

Now it's Yu Qingcun's turn to be stunned. He only felt that Jinglian's arms were so tight, and Jinglian's lips were lingering and warm. The strong breath almost drowned him, and deep sadness suddenly rose in his dizziness. This sadness is so unprovoked, but so strong that people are immediately full of sadness. He tried his best to hold back his tears, stretched out his hands, and hugged Jinglian's slender and strong body tightly.

More than an hour later, the sunset spread all over the mountain. Yu Qingcun stepped on the falling flowers and looked sad. He gradually walked out of the abbot's courtyard and Guangtai Temple in a trance.

On the hill behind him, Jinglian stood quietly. He stared at Yu Qing's distant back, and his eyes were quiet, but he seemed to be a little melancholy and affectionate.

Yu Qingcun's heart echoed the dialogue with Jinglian all the way.

"Don't be this monk."

"No." It was his gentle and firm refusal.

Yu Qingcun stared at Jinglian and couldn't understand it at all. How could he say a refusal after such a kiss? Doesn't he love Jinglian as much as he does?

"Why?" He asked with a sad look.

"Qing Cun, you believe me. It won't take long." Yu Qingcun only felt empty, and he couldn't trust him so much. What's the matter between the two people? What's the matter that he can't afford?!

Seeing his bleak expression, Jinglian felt sad in her eyes, hugged him, gently comforted his shoulder, but still said, "...I really can't. Not now..."

Yu Qingcun broke away from his arms, looked at him with tears, and asked, "What on earth is it for..." Speaking of this, he suddenly said, "Yes, the abbot of Guangtai Temple, the Daxin Dynasty is more than ten thousand people under one person. It is Qingcun who takes the liberty to understand the time." After saying that, he burst into laughter, and his anger overflowed with words, but the tears were hard to stop.

When Jinglian heard this, she wanted to stop talking several times. Finally, she turned around, turned her back to him, and said lightly, "Qingcun, you just need to believe me."

Yu Qingcun is sad and angry, and can't stay any longer. But seeing him smile sadly, he choked and said, "In that case, goodbye." Then he turned around and stumbled out of the door.

The Jinglian moved, but finally did not turn around.

On the high cliff, the pure lotus monk's sleeves fluttered and stood on his feet. The figure is so lonely, but the heart surges with unshakable firmness. Although it is not long to know Yu Qingcun, the sincere deed will not be disturbed by the world in any case. He always believed that Yu Qingcun would eventually understand him. And in this world, except for each other and the two of them, who can have other bosom friend...