Chapter 81 (1/2)
In the deep clouds and fog, the sound of the temple's evening bell becomes remote.
Under the bodhi tree, a blue figure stands quietly.
”Sand and sand --”
someone came.
The man slowly opened his eyes.
The little monk in grey robes clasped his hands.
”Benefactor Han, the rice has been steamed. Come and scoop it.”
”Thank you very much, little master.” He said thanks in a warm voice. His demeanor was so elegant that people could not stop looking back.
The abbot of Zhaojue temple had a meal with him.
He is a vegetarian with clear soup and few vegetables, but he is like tasting the supreme delicacy. His every move is like the breeze and the moon, and his eyes are pure and clean.
Like a newborn child.
”Lin Liang, are you really not going to enter my Buddhist sect?” The abbot sighed.
A year ago, he traveled all over the world and came to Wushuang city. Suddenly, he saw that the city Lord's house was in water. In a corner of the collapse, he saw a figure buried below, and immediately dug it out with his bare hands. The female corpse in his arms had long lost his life and could not be saved. Fortunately, the man was still hanging, and the abbot took his life from the king of hell.
It's hard to wait for someone to wake up and forget everything.
The abbot looked at his blank eyes and moved his lips, but he still did not tell the existence of the nameless female corpse.
The next day, wushuangcheng changed its master.
The abbot didn't want to go into the twists and turns of this period, so he took the man who lost his memory back to Zhaojue temple and gave him his common family name Han.
Men forget everything, there is a name always remember very firmly.
I read it all the time during my coma.
The abbot was a little deaf and could not hear clearly, so he could only spell the words with his lips.
Lin Good?
The abbot simply called him Han linliang.
After bringing people back, the abbot felt more and more that he had found the treasure. The man had a very high understanding. He understood the meaning of the scripture more thoroughly than some old monks. He was called ”predestined person” by Buddhism. The abbot wanted to accept him as a disciple of zhenzhuan immediately, so as to inherit his mantle.
As a result, the other side always refuses again and again.
This time is no exception.
The man shook his head with a smile, ”abbot, it's true that Lin Liang is still in the world. How can he escape into Buddhism? I'm afraid it will pollute the land. ”
The abbot twists the Buddha beads and does not continue to speak.
Most of all, it's the evil people.
Even if he can't remember anything, the obsession is still on the move.
He wanted to find the man.
Lin Lang.
The man said silently.
I don't know why, when I read this name, I feel very happy and happy, as if flowers come out.
It seems to be a girl's name.
So Can this be his favorite?
Wearing a long skirt like clouds, the blue silk is half pulled, and a golden phoenix tail is pinned on it. The tassels beside my ears swing slowly in the wind, and I bend my waist to fold the flowers.
As if sensing someone looking at her, the woman wants to turn around.
He seized the corner of his coat nervously.
Wake up.
He was a little annoyed and beat the bed board. It was so close that he could see the man he was longing for.
By the window, the night was cold, and there was a faint sound of laughter.
He has always had an excellent ear and can easily hear what others are talking about.
Today Is it Shangyuan Festival?
Since coming to Zhaojue temple, the man always sleeps very early. When he wakes up like this, he doesn't feel sleepy. He puts on his shoes and plans to go out for a walk.
Unconsciously came to the crowded street.
”Young master, you have a good eye. My lamp is the most beautiful in the street. Would you like to buy one for your wife?” The stall owner warmly introduced.
The man's slender fingers gently touched the man in the lantern. Under the bright moon, the beauty holds the bright red palace lantern lightly and looks up slightly, as if she is talking with someone.
There's a poem on it.
On the first night of last year, the flower market was full of lights.
The willow head on the moon, after the dusk.
What a beautiful artistic conception.
He thought, just as he was about to take the silver and buy it, his other hand suddenly stretched out and took away the lantern.
The man was slightly stunned.
In the sight, a couple appeared.
The man in black robe hands the lamp to the woman without expression, ”send you.”
Although the surface is not concerned, the ear root son is secretly red.
The woman's eyes and eyebrows were crooked, and she was as beautiful as a crescent moon. She deliberately teased him, ”it's really insincere. If you look at other people, they're all won by guessing lantern riddles. You'd better buy them directly for me, which is good for perfunctory.” She pursed her lips with indignation.
“……”
His brain is only able to account, housekeeper, and ask him to guess riddles of lanterns?It's almost like killing me!
Well, look at her pathetic appearance, of course, I choose to forgive her.
As soon as the housekeeper closed his eyes, he went back to the place where he guessed the riddle.
If you lose face, you will lose face. There is no barrier for a husband to pass!
On the other side, he watched the couple leave laughing and joking, and did not return to their senses for a long time.
The man He seems to have met?
Where did you see it?
He thought vaguely and went back to the temple with his new lantern.
Suddenly the wind blew, and the lights were lifted away.