Chapter 22 Snow Change

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 22 Snow Change"

weight="135061"

series = ["Stigma (Yi Cong Yin)"]

mode = "manual"

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The ancient temple is deep in the mountains.

From the city to Xiangguo Temple, the snow has rustled down. The morning bell in the temple rings leisurely through the mountains. The tits peck the snow on the fallen branches. When they hear the voice of people, they flutter their wings and get into the mountains.

Year old Yan followed Duan mingchong up the mountain steps with an umbrella. Before he was halfway there, he covered his chest and cried for pain. The attendant behind looked at each other. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should come forward to help him.

Duan mingchong waved his hand at will and motioned them to watch.

Year old Yan pressed his chest, looked pitifully at Duan mingchong and said, "Your Highness, I can't breathe."

Duan mingchong, holding a red sandalwood box in his hand, said quietly without changing his face: "stand firm and you will be able to go up soon. The god Buddha in Xiangguo Temple looks at it. You need to be sincere to achieve what you want, safe and smooth."

Yan threw his umbrella aside, folded his hands and said, "please which god Buddha can directly take me into the temple and don't let me climb the mountain road again. I sincerely pray."

Duan mingchong was almost angry with him and smiled. He was probably soft hearted. He walked down the steps, handed over the red sandalwood box to the attendant, and stretched out his hand to Sui Yan.

"Come on, take you alone."

Yan was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt his face burning - the old goblin who had lived for so many years turned his ears red by the unintentional words of the young man.

His eyelashes trembled for a long time and shook his hands.

Duan mingchong's eyes were pure, and he didn't think there was anything wrong. With a slight force, he pulled Nian Yan under his umbrella, and Nian Yan almost hit him directly in his arms.

Duan mingchong tilted his head and said, "hold on, don't let go - why are your hands so cold?"

Year old Yan unnaturally turned his face to one side and stopped yelling. He coughed, "no, nothing. Let's go up. The clock has been ringing for a long time."

Duan Ming Chongxin said that if you hadn't tossed here, we would have gone up long ago. However, he was used to being gentle and modest. These mean words were hard to say, so he smiled and took Sui Yan to Xiangguo Temple.

On the mountain steps, Yan nearly collapsed when he saw the golden words "daxangguo Temple" on the huge plaque.

He hugged Duan mingchong's shoulder and gasped slightly. He said, "next time I'll never come here again. The last mountain step really killed people."

Duan mingchong teased him with a smile: "don't you come with sweet porridge?"

Yan frowned and thought, "then I have to think about it."

Duan mingchong burst into laughter.

It snowed heavily today, and few people came to worship the Buddha. Duan Ming Chongxu often came. The monk sweeping the snow in front of the hall saw him and came slowly to salute.

Duan mingchong took over the red sandalwood box, said a few words gently with the monk, and then said to Sui Yan, "young Marquis, wait here for a moment, and you will come back after placing the Heart Sutra in the Buddhist hall."

"Yes," Yan said

Duan mingchong told several attendants again, and then left with the monk.

Yan had been to Xiangguo Temple several times, but it was all a matter of his previous life. At that time, he just walked in a hurry and didn't take a close look at the ancient temple located in the deep mountains.

Holding Duan mingchong's umbrella and holding the small stove, he walked in a random direction, completely forgetting what Duan mingchong told him to wait here.

The Chamberlain wanted to persuade him but didn't dare, so they had to follow him step by step, lest he should get lost.

Small stone Buddha statues can be seen everywhere in the temple, with green bricks and red tiles. The cornices are covered with ice, shrouded in a vast expanse of white mountain snow.

Just for a moment, Yan suddenly felt that the depression that had been lingering in his heart since his rebirth dissipated invisibly, and even his mind became much broader.

Sandalwood incense was everywhere in the ancient temple. Yan Yan took a breath and felt the cold in his heart. In a trance, he understood why so many princes and nobles in the capital always ran to Xiangguo Temple.

If the previous life had not cast a shadow on this place, he would like to live here directly.

After wandering around for half an hour, Duan mingchong finally found him in a hurry. Before he got close, he heard Duan mingchong say disapprovingly, "didn't you let you wait there? Now the snow is falling and the road is slippery. How can you accidentally fall down the mountain? "

Year old Yan was in a good mood and said with a smile, "it's all right. I can't fall dead. I'm lucky."

Duan mingchong glared at him, pulled his hand and led him to the hall.

Just then, Yan walked all the way. He had stepped on a layer of snow and frost on the soles of his feet. Duan mingchong pulled him away and almost couldn't stand stably. He said "Hey" twice: "Your Highness! Ah, your highness! Slow down, I'll lose my footing... Ah -- "

As he was saying this, Yan slipped under his feet and rushed straight forward.

Duan mingchong was startled and was about to pick him up with his backhand. Before reaching out, he was hit by Sui Yan.

Two people's bodies tilted, staggered and rushed to the snow on one side, making a dull sound.

Although Duan mingchong was one year old, Yan was weaker than Duan mingchong. After he fell down directly, he just fell on Duan mingchong's neck.

Duan mingchong took a gentle breath.

At the age of 18, Yan secretly called evil and hurriedly held his hands to get up. When he got up, his two faces Suddenly rubbed against each other. One was cold and the other was warm. Although it was fleeting, they still stayed at the same time.

Such behavior is too intimate for two men.

Yan Sui: "Hall..."

Duan mingchong was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed him aside. His ears were red and he stood up with his hands.

His hair, back and clothes were covered with snow. Only then did the attendant on one side react and rush forward to snow the prince.

Year old Yan had no one to serve him, so he had to get up by himself, stomped his feet hard and threw the snow on his knees.

Both of them were embarrassed. Finally, Duan mingchong spoke.

"Did you... Did you hurt?"

Year old Yan didn't know why. Suddenly he felt a burst of bitterness in his heart.

Duan mingchong may be as indecisive as Jun Jingxing said, but Yan has to admit that he is also a rare amorous person in the royal family.

Duan mingchong, who grew up in the palace, did not grow up under the protection of the emperor as others said. Since Beilan emperor wanted to support him, he would not develop him into a useless man who did not know the world. He was forced to grow up in the palace full of tigers and wolves. He would have experienced much more than others.

Can you live a successful life if you are born noble?

Can a high position and weight be safe?

However, the calculation of intrigue has seen so much, and the tenderness and goodness on duanmingchong's face still don't seem to disguise.

Duan mingchong disdained and didn't want to use those cunning tricks, but such a virtuous gentleman was the first to die in brotherhood in his previous life.

Now it is clear that he was implicated and fell to the ground. When he got up, the first sentence was to gently ask others if they had fallen pain.

Yan Qingqing shook his head, bent down to pick up the umbrella on the ground, threw the snow and didn't speak again.

The two of them walked towards the front hall of Xiangguo Temple one after another. Duan mingchong didn't think much about it and soon returned to normal. Instead, the old and perverse Yan was full of thoughts. For a moment, he thought that if Duan mingchong really went on like this, he would be killed sooner or later. For a moment, he thought that the crown prince's waist seemed easy to touch, and for a moment, he thought that the green wood fragrance on his body smelled good, don't know what kind of incense is used. Ask another day.

When he arrived at the front hall of Xiangguo Temple, the snow had fallen heavily. Duan mingchong looked at Yan's small body trembling. He hurried forward, raised his cloak to block the wind and snow for him, and protected him from stepping on the steps into the main hall.

No one had ever treated him so carefully. The more he thought, the worse he felt. He quickly restrained the dangerous thoughts in his brain, looked at his nose and heart, and his thoughts no longer flew.

There is a huge golden Buddha in the front hall of Xiangguo Temple. He is kind and lifelike. The incense table in front is filled with incense burners and red candles, and incense smoke rises.

On the futon in front of the incense table, a monk in white is sitting cross legged holding a Buddha bead, with a leisurely peace between his eyebrows and eyes.

Duan mingchong stepped forward, folded his hands and said, "master Geng Xue."

Yan was collecting his umbrella when he heard the speech and looked up.

The monk with his back to them moved his lips. It seemed that he was reciting the Buddhist scriptures. When he heard the voice of Duan mingchong, the movement and sound of turning the Buddha beads in his hand suddenly stopped.

Geng Xue gets up from the futon and turns around to salute Duan mingchong.

Master gengxue has a gentle face. He is practicing hard all year round. His facial features are a little thin. His voice is quiet and clear. It seems that he is immersed in Zen in his bones, which makes people dare not offend.

He is thin in shape and bone, has practiced for a long time, and is grateful for his hemp clothes.

Geng Xue said, "I've seen your Highness the prince."

After he finished the ceremony, he straightened up and looked at Sui Yan. Then his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became softer.

"Young Marquis, I haven't seen you for many years."

Yan Mou Zi suddenly shrunk, his body retreated half a step without trace, and looked at him strangely.

Duan Ming chonghaoqi said, "have you met the little Marquis?"

Geng Xue smiled more gently: "I've seen it naturally, little marquis. You said... Right?"

Yan Mou Zi almost looked at him absently. His umbrella suddenly fell to the ground, and his lips moved gently: "you..."

Snow looked at him with a smile.

Yan murmured, "when did we... Meet?"

Geng Xue said with a smile, "young Marquis, you are so forgetful. You asked the monk a question a year ago. At that time, the Marquis was in a hurry. I haven't had time to answer you."

Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him incredulously, almost bloodless.

Seeing that something was wrong, Duan mingchong hurried forward to hold Sui Yan and said, "what's the matter? You don't look very well. "

Yan felt faint before his eyes, and Duan mingchong's voice seemed to come from a distant place, which was not very true.

"I, I asked him what..." Yan thought blankly.

The Buddha beads in Geng Xue's hand were gently held by him and turned slowly between his fingers. There was a slight "click" sound in the silence - this sound was extremely weak, but it seemed like an invisible line, pulling Sui Yan's memory to the year of his death in his previous life.

On that day, it seemed that there was such a big goose feather snow. The monk in white smiled on his lips under the throne of god Buddha, but looked at him with compassion between his eyebrows and eyes.

At that time, Yan was terminally ill. He had no fear of the god Buddha. Seeing him, he couldn't be polite. He asked him directly

"Master, will the god Buddha punish those who kill themselves?"

Geng Xue wrapped a Buddha bead around his wrist and smiled gently at the speech.

"This depends on whether Wang has believed in my Buddha."

The author has something to say: the shape is thin and thin, practice for a long time, accept the sackcloth and praise the feelings. Quote Bai Juyi's praise of the monk in the bird's nest.