Liu Yili ran wildly in the heavy snow.

The snow gradually became very big, so big that it became very difficult to even settle down. The vendors who wanted to support their families had to close their stalls in advance.

Along the way, Liu Yili was recalling the love of other women in Lin'an City for Ren Shaohua, and suddenly wanted to cry. She had never been as helpless as she is now.

"There is a temple ahead, and there is only a kind-hearted nun inside. I asked the girl to come in to take shelter from the wind and snow for a while." Suddenly, a cool and gentle voice came from above, interrupting Liu Yili's thoughts. She looked up and found that in the tall building next to her, a man was cooking tea and looking at the snow, with indescribable loneliness.

This person gave Liu Yili a long-lost sense of familiarity. After hearing his words for no reason, he stepped into the small temple ahead.

There was a warm warmth in the seemingly inconspicuous little temple, and the interior decoration was extremely exquisite. The curling and elegant cigarettes hit my face, covering Liu Yili's gaze. Instead of waving her hand to dispel the smoke, she looked directly at the back of the Buddha statue in front of her, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, and put her hands together, "Master, please allow me to avoid this for the time being. When the wind and snow stop, I will leave by myself."

The sound of chanting paused for a moment, and then slowly came to the sound of a slow voice. It was a female voice polished by the Buddhist rituals, which was particularly cold and low: "The donor is here to rest with peace of mind, but please don't go forward."

Liu Yili nodded respectfully, "Thank you, Master." Then he sat down on the neat thatched buns beside him.

After sitting down, in addition to the warmth that enveloped herself, she also felt the rising smoke completely surrounding the back of the chanting scriptures, becoming even more hazy.

It was not until she noticed that the temple had been silent for a long time that she lowered her head and said, "If you disturb the Master's chanting, I will leave this place now, I hope the Master will forgive me."

"It's okay." The female monk smiled slightly, "Pinnie has been sitting here for half a day and is boring and boring, so she wants to find someone to talk more. Fortunately, I just had this idea when the donor broke in."

"Master laughed." Liu Yili breathed a sigh of relief in secret, "When did the master come here from?"

"I went to Hanshan Temple to cut my hair into a nun a few years ago. Later, because there were endless pilgrims in Hanshan Temple, I could not calm down and recite scriptures and chant the Dharma. I found that there was a ray of Buddha's fate, so I came here alone to this secluded place. I thought that if I had achieved something, I would go back to Hanshan Temple. Who would have thought that there was a turmoil outside and that the people were living in poverty, so I was trapped here and prayed for the world until today." The female monk said lightly.

"Hanshan Temple?" Liu Yili's eyes lit up. "I used to go to Hanshan Temple to worship Buddha and burn incense, but after leaving Gusu, I never went there again. By the way, I seem to have never heard of a female master in Hanshan Temple. I don't know what the master's name is called."

"The Dharma name Jingchen." After Nun Jingchen said these four words, she no longer answered another question from Liu Yili.

Liu Yili stopped talking, but put his hands together and saluted respectfully to the nun Jingchen. Perhaps because she was influenced by Liu Biran, who often went to Hanshan Temple to make wishes, she was respectful to the monk, especially the nun. And Liu Biran also told her that if a woman wants to forget the red dust and cut her hair into a nun, it will take great courage.

"When I think of my sister, I don't know where she is at this moment." Liu Yili sighed repeatedly in his heart.

"Where is the donor coming from?" Jingchen murmured.

"I am from Liuyue Villa in Gusu, but this time I walked out of Fenghua Gate in Lin'an and accompanied my husband to Luoyang." Liu Yili replied, his voice becoming more and more slim. Her heart is still in chaos. What is Ren Shaohua's purpose for climbing Huiyu Tower this time...

"The donor is already married." Nun Jingchen twisted the small Buddhist beads in her hand, and her words were filled with joy.

Liu Yili didn't hear the joy, but suddenly sighed, "It seems that my husband has not given up his old love."

"Please come, donor." Nun Jingchen said.

"To be honest, my husband was once the young master of Moshang who was popular in Lin'an City. He was the favorite of many young women in the city when they first fell in love. Although he often told me that except for his cousin, he had never said a word with other women of the same age before meeting me. But I just watched him walk up Huiyu Tower. If he didn't meet a girl, who else could he meet?" Liu Yili sobbed in a low voice.

Master Jingchen's movement of gently twisting the Buddhist beads paused for a moment, and finally he resisted the urge to turn around and asked with a smile: "I wonder what love is in the donor's opinion?"

"Love?" Liu Yili was stunned.

Jingchen said the Buddha's name, "I also loved a young man. At that time, I asked him to do something, and he did it well, and he couldn't do it well. Just like I believed that he could do it well. So in my opinion, love is trust."

"What about it later?" Liu Yili regretted it as soon as he said it. The Dharma name Jingchen, Jingchen and Jingchen were to wash away the concerns of the troubled world. This girl must have suffered some emotional setbacks and became a nun. After asking this question, she undoubtedly went to expose someone else's wounds.

But Nun Jingchen didn't care at all, "Later, I realized that all his efforts were for a girl. But this girl was not me."

"Master, don't worry, bad things will always leave." Liu Yili said with a little apology.

"But that boy is very good, because I imposed my obsession on him." Nun Jingchen smiled relievedly, "Ruyan's past has passed."

Liu Yili wanted to say something, but suddenly turned around and faced the temple gate, "Someone is outside!"

As soon as he spoke, the temple door was opened and a few snowflakes floated in. A man sitting in a wheelchair was facing the temple. He was pushing the wheelchair. A woman wearing a black veil sewn, unable to see the appearance below.

"It's you!" Liu Yili recognized him at a glance. This was the man sitting on a high building and cooking tea and guiding her into the temple.

"It's snowing outside. Nun Jingchen, would you like to let me go inside to take shelter?" The man smiled gently in the direction of Nun Jingchen.

"Please don't enter!" Nun Jingchen, who showed steadiness in front of Liu Yili, expressed a little panic at this moment.

"Why can't my young master come in?" asked the woman who was pushing a wheelchair.

My son, Liu Yili, was a little familiar with these four words, but he didn't remember where he heard them. However, since Nun Jingchen issued the order to expel guests at this moment, these two people were probably not good at it. She hurriedly looked at the man, her eyes full of hostility.
Chapter completed!