Chapter 297 Evil?
Brothers, a million words!
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When Mu Fan and his party returned to Suzhou, it had been more than half a month since they left here last time. Mu Fan did not leave, but lived here for a few days. After the news, it was not long before his phone rang. It was a public phone.
"Hello, who is it? I'm eating. Can I play later?
"Yes,"
"Oh, don't, don't!"
When the other party was about to hang up the phone, Mu Fan suddenly turned around. He didn't dare to really let the other party hang up the phone. This is a public phone. If you hang up, you can't find it back, and the other party will never call again after hanging up the phone. This is Qu Chuxuan.
Mu Fan didn't have a hippie smile, but said a little aggrievedly: "Where are you? I've been waiting for your call for a long time..."
"Suzhou Taohuawu,"
"I'm not far away. Where exactly are you? At that time, I don't want to be anxious because I can't find you," Mu Fan said in an extremely ambiguous tone;
"Wenshan Zen Temple,"
"I got it, daughter-in-law, wait for me," Mu Fan hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to lose his temper.
"I won't go,"
Looking at Mu Fan who was about to leave, Mu Ling suddenly said;
Mu Fan was slightly stunned, looked at the latter's calm face and smiled, "Why, are you afraid of quarreling?"
Mu Ling shook his head and didn't say anything. Mu Fan smiled and didn't force him to take the two of them to run towards the Taohuawu, which was not far away but only a hundred miles away.
Watching Mu Fan and others leave, Mu Ling sat back in the car. The remaining people did not dare to disturb Mu Ling. They all squatted outside to smoke.
At this time, in a stone pavilion in the temple, two figures sat quietly. An old man about the same age as Qu Tiandao, with a bald head and white beard, a monk's robe and a ruddy face. It was the last time he discussed Buddhism with Qu Chuxuan in Qiyun Zen Temple.
The old man looked at Qu Chuxuan, who was as calm as water, put down the teacup and smiled, "Chu Xuan, you have met the wand,"
Qu Chuxuan raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the old man puzzledly, and said softly, "Does the master see anything?"
"Last time you met two people at Qiyun Zen Temple?" The old man laughed and said; after the old man went out with Qu Chuxuan that day, he saw Linghu Heng pestering Qu Chuxuan. Looking at the latter, the old man shook his head and sighed, but after a long time, he saw Ling Huheng returning to the temple alone with a pale face. The old man nodded and sighed. It was rare to be so close to his mind!
"Well, two men I don't like," Qu Chuxuan nodded and understood the old man. She knew that it was not difficult for him to guess this. She looked at the latter with clear eyes and said, "Is the wand you talking about related to these two people? I don't think so."
The old man no longer defended Qu Chuxuan on this issue, but sniffed the air around him. Then he looked at the opposite side with a faint smile and said, "My nose has smelled sandalwood for decades, and it's the first time I've smelled this fresh and elegant smell. Ha ha, I don't know if Chu Xuan can bring me some next time?"
Qu Chuxuan paused, stopped drinking tea, took out a crystal bottle from his arms and put it in front of the old man, and then continued to drink tea.
Seeing the light red crystal ** in this crystal bottle, the old man took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. He opened the cork and smelled it. Suddenly, a light breath came to his nose. After a while, the old man put down the thing, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "peaceful and calm. The effect of gas is better than the best white sandalwood. It's a good thing, hehe..."
Sandalwood, known as " sandalwood" by Buddhism, is known as "king of spices" and "green gold". It is taken from the wood heartwood (or its resin) of the sandalwood tree, and the closer it is to the center and root of the tree, the better the material. It is often made into wood powder, wood strips, wood blocks, etc. or refined into sandalwood essential oil. The use of sandalwood has always been regarded as a treasure, but the sandalwood is smoked alone and has a bad smell. However, if it can be cleverly matched with other spices, it can be "attractive to the highest level." Buddhists are even more revered for sandalwood, so that Buddhist temples are often called "Tantan Forest" and "Tantan Forest". Buddhists call sandalwood "snottan", which means "with joy" and "give people pleasure". Therefore, the old man who has been practicing Buddhism for many years can smell something better than white sandalwood, and naturally say a few more words.
Qu Chuxuan saw that the old man praised this bottle for the first time. He paused, put down the cup, put his hands on his knees, and didn't care; "You like to give it to you,"
The old man shook his head and smiled, "Where did you get it from?"
"It was given by someone else,"
"Aw, do you still have this kind of friend?" The old man looked meaningfully at Qu Chuxuan and smiled;
"He is a perfumer. It's not surprising that he can get this kind of thing. After ordering sandalwood for more than ten years, he suddenly doesn't need fire, and he is not used to it, and he doesn't plan to use it for a long time," Qu Chuxuan said quietly;
The old man took a sip of tea and said curiously, "Is it another person I met at Qiyun Zen Temple last time?"
Qu Chuxuan nodded gently, and the old man realized that he put down the teacup and nodded repeatedly; "No wonder, no wonder..."
"What's the wonder?" When Qu Chuxuan saw the old man's strange words, he asked.
"Hey hey... No wonder we look so husband and wife!"
At this moment, a very discordant voice suddenly sounded, which made the quiet conversation between the two collapse in an instant! The person who came is Mu Fan.
Although the speed on the road has soared to the extreme, it took an hour and a half to get to Wenshan Zen Temple. After coming to the temple, except for some scattered figures, I didn't see Qu Chuxuan's figure. Anyway, the temple was not big. Mu Fan asked all the way and came over. When it was not far from the stone pavilion, he heard the old man's words far away without saying anything. He just walked over and interrupted.
Mu Fan walked to the stone pavilion and saw the old man looking at him with strange eyes. Mu Fan thought that he had been rude to others before. He put his hands together and bowed seriously. "My disciple is rude. I hope the master will forgive me. Buddha will bless you for ten thousand years!"
"Mu Fan!"
Qu Chuxuan suddenly turned around and stared straight at Mu Fan's nonsense with a pair of big eyes.
Mu Fan smiled at the corners of his mouth and sat between the two without saying a word. He picked up the tea that Qu Chuxuan had just drunk and drank it all at once!
Looking at the crystal bottle on the table, Mu Fan no longer paid attention to it, but looked at the old man respectfully and said with a smile. "Master, don't worry, I occasionally play tricks. In fact, I am also a kind person. Usually, I dare to make a joke with Chu Xuan, and I will definitely be beaten. Last time outside the temple in Wuxi, I was I beat him, but he didn't do it fiercely and didn't die. Hey hey, in the end, I still love me in my heart,"
The old man smiled faintly. Qu Chuxuan put his hands together, bent down to say goodbye, and then got up and left.
Watching Qu Chuxuan leave, Mu Fan withdrew the laughter on his face, looked at the old man with a wry smile and said, "Master, am I guilty of evil?"
The old man smiled and said, "There is a cause and a result. You have to give her a fruit, even if it is a bitter fruit,"
"Why is it a bitter fruit?" Mu Fan sighed;
"Ha ha, I can't say it, I can't say it," the old man put his hands together and shook his head and smiled;
Mu Fan smiled. After pouring a cup of tea for the old man in person, he put his hands together. At that moment, he was extremely serious, and then he went to chase Qu Chuxuan!
Looking at Mu Fan's departing back, the old man sighed three times, looked at the bottle of perfume on the table and said, "It's a demon, how can it make evil..."