Because he was accompanying two old men, a long time had passed since everyone climbed up to the pagoda. When Lin Hai was thinking about which restaurant in Youzhou he should go to so that his father-in-law could appreciate the customs of Youzhou, he saw that Xiao An had broken his mind again.

When I came back, I was accompanied by a few cautious young monks.

"You benefactors are polite... uh..."

The leading young monk mustered up the courage to step forward and salute, but he seemed to have forgotten the words he just said and was stuck there for a while.

His blocking caused Nan Qirong and Fu Qingfeng's family members behind Lin Hai to purse their lips and laugh. Lin Hai also found it very interesting. Although he was unfamiliar with these young monks, he seemed to have seen them at a glance.

Can last the same year.

Even though the disciples of Jinshan Temple are now scattered, it would be quite interesting if there were all the same monks as Nengzhu.

Lin Hai smiled and asked the stuck little monk, "But what does your abbot have to say to us?"

As if enlightened, the young monk nodded repeatedly, greeted a group of junior disciples behind him who also looked timid, and opened the various food boxes in his hands:

"The master in charge has long known that the benefactors are going to the pagoda today, so he called the kitchen to carefully cook a lot of vegetarian dishes, and told the disciples that our Jinshan Temple is here to serve as a host for layman Lin and his family..."

The Lin family has donated money to Jinshan Temple many times, and everyone in the temple calls Lin Qinghe the layman Lin.

Lin Hai nodded and got a food box, and said with a smile: "Young masters have taken the trouble."

Not long after he started, the young monk, who seldom interacted with outsiders, suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and took out many oil-paper umbrellas: "It's going to rain. Donors, please hold your umbrellas and walk slowly after dinner, and return slowly."

"Are these your words or your master's?"

Lin Hai winked, and the latter became even more embarrassed: "The little monk said it...it was not good."

"I think it's pretty good."

Lin Hai patted the little guy on the shoulder: "Don't leave, come have dinner with us."

Fu Tianchou and Lin Qinghe also felt that these young monks were quite polite and nodded one after another.

The little monk didn't have that thought. He immediately shook his head like a rattle, and Lin Hai advised: "Actually, your master asked you to come over to deliver food, and he had the intention of letting you stay too. Think about it, it's so difficult for Layman Lin and his family."

If we have the opportunity to eat a meal from Jinshan Temple, will we have to carry the bowl to the West Lake and wash it before sending it back to the temple?"

The young monk suddenly felt that the young master's words seemed to make sense, and asked tentatively: "Then... shall we stay?"

At this time, the tables and chairs in the house were all arranged by Xiao An and a group of followers. Lin Hai asked the young monk to sit down and asked: "I haven't asked the young master for the Buddhist name yet."

The little monk's expression calmed down, and he clasped his hands to Lin Hai and said, "Little monk, this is the reason."

The young monks from Jinshan Temple ate quietly and politely. Lin Hai saw that the meals he could prepare included vegetables and no wine, so he directed Xiao An to find several jars of wine in an indoor compartment. Everyone drank and ate, and there were

It’s very pleasant to have a panoramic view of Youzhou’s scenery.

Lin Hai remembered something and asked Ben Yin: "Little master, I wonder what Master Nengzhi's cultivation is now?"

Ben Yin, who was busy fighting with Keke Zhaifan, raised his head with a blank look on his face when he heard this, and stared at Lin Hai for a long time with big eyes and small eyes, as if he didn't understand.

Lin Hai couldn't help but sigh slightly, but he didn't feel disappointed. This was not because he had no feelings for Neng Zhihe's Buddhist past, but because at this time, his eyes could often see far into the future, so no matter the moment,

No matter how unsatisfactory it is, he can laugh it off.

Lin Hai shook the cup in his hand, shaking out the rich aroma of wine, and spoke to little Ben like a demon tempting him: "Would you like a sip? It's delicious!"

I was shaking my head because of the bear, and suddenly I heard Fu Tianchou, who was chatting and laughing with Lin Qinghe over there, said: "It's finally raining."

Everyone looked at Youzhou City, which was drizzling and humid outside the pagoda. With a thought in his mind, Lin Hai quietly passed through a crack to isolate the sword body from the outside world. The moist but refreshing wind, and the dense and delicate sound of rain,

It came in from outside, and for a moment people felt as if their heart had been washed in the gentle rain, and it was very clean.

Lin Qinghe looked towards the West Lake and saw a young man walking towards a woman in white holding a big red umbrella. He couldn't help stroking his beard and smiled:

"The talented man and the beautiful woman witnessed a marriage with my own eyes today."

The focus in the room was all on the man and woman below. Lin Hai was also attracted, but when he turned his head to look, his pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints.

"The young monk has seen this female benefactor before."

Just as Ben finished speaking, he heard the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground. He turned to look at Lin Hai. The hem of his robe was wet with wine but he didn't realize it. He was still staring at the pair of umbrellas below.

men and women.

He was young and didn't know the origin of his practice. He didn't notice any mystery about Lin Hai's strange behavior. Only Xiao An could vaguely sense that the energy in the young master's body was boiling violently as if it had been stimulated!

In the small room, the sound of wind and rain suddenly became louder.

The West Lake is vast. From time to time, young ladies from wealthy families in the city would travel on huge boats. The candles would be burning all night long, and they would not return until the next day. The so-called luxury and luxury were nothing more than this.

The young man has been sitting in this pavilion all night and all morning. Although he is sleepy and empty, he still patiently observes the small boats that come back and forth from the depths of the lake from time to time.

When a woman was traveling back and forth in the boat, his eyes would be brighter, and he would then compare the woman's appearance with the rich and powerful people he remembered in his mind. He was very meticulous.

On the contrary, if the person getting off the boat is a man, he will not take a second look, let alone bother to find out his family background.

On the road not far away, there was a group of elementary school children who had just finished class. Perhaps they did not bring umbrellas, but the half-year-old children were not afraid of the light rain at all, and ran over one by one, laughing and playing.

, the young man subconsciously looked down at the worn scribe's robe on his body, and quietly moved to the corner.

The young man had a bright red umbrella at his hand. The repeated workmanship showed that it was worth a lot of money. It was very inconsistent with his attire. If a fellow apprentice from the drugstore were to see him again, they would probably make fun of him and say, "Where did you steal it from?"

Such a beautiful umbrella?

When he thought of the mocking smiles on the faces of the people he interacted with day and night, the young man's weak body, which was cold and hungry, suddenly felt a surge of strength, supporting him to look at the wealthy daughters who got off the ship one by one.

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Perhaps he was so focused that when Nangong, who was dressed in white and walked through the drizzle curtain but not wet at all, entered the pavilion, the young man still had no idea and was still concentrating on doing the important things in his life. Although

This important event is so despising in the eyes of the world.

The young man had never seen Nangong, who was as graceful as a fairy, but Nangong had seen this down-and-out young man. However, her focus was different from ordinary people. She spent much more time on the big red umbrella in the young man's hand than others, but her focus was on the big red umbrella in the young man's hand.

That's it. Nangong just looked at it twice and lost interest. She turned to look at the broken bridge on the West Lake in the distance. It seemed that all the countless stories in her life began here.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally set his sights on a wealthy daughter with a clean family background and a reputation for benevolent parents.
Chapter completed!