Chapter 72 signature

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date="2021-09-07"

title="Chapter 72 signature"

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

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When Sui Pei was away, Sui Yan left Li Zhao a few words to tell him, so he packed up a pile of things and followed Duan mingchong into the carriage to Xiangguo Temple.

It snowed a few days ago, and the mountain road of Xiangguo Temple was extremely difficult to walk. Yan and Duan mingchong walked and stopped, and finally arrived in half a day.

The people of Xiangguo Temple have already cleaned up the residence for the prince, and Duan mingchong orders people to move the messy things of Sui Yan.

Holding a small stove, Yan looked around at the snowy temple and said, "does your highness often come to Xiangguo Temple?"

Duan mingchong nodded: "fortunately, I'm going to see Master Geng Xue now. Do you want to go with me?"

Year old Yan hesitated. When he saw Geng Xue for only a moment, he also learned from a few words that Geng Xue knew about his rebirth.

He was in a mess and ran away without saying a word more nonsense.

Although three years have passed, Yan still has an unknown fear of gengxue.

He was silent for too long. Duan mingchong said, "ah Yan?"

"Ah?" The old Yan returned to his senses and said, "yes, go. Last time I came to Xiangguo Temple to see Master Geng Xue, I left rashly without talking much. It's really impolite to think about it carefully. This time I just went to apologize to the master."

Duan mingchong smiled and didn't speak. He took him to the temple in the backyard.

Under the green wood snow corridor, Geng Xue, dressed in a monk's robe, knelt down on the seat, smoke from the small incense burner in front of him, and slowly floated up.

Three years later, Geng Xue remained unchanged. He was not surprised to see Yan and Duan mingchong coming together. He folded his hands and saluted with a smile.

Duan mingchong saluted back and said with a smile, "don't blame me, master, for coming here with Gu."

Yan nodded slightly and said faintly, "master, how are you?"

Geng Xue smiled and said, "after many years of separation, Lord Marquis has a lot of spirit."

Yan glanced at him and smiled: "the master hasn't changed at all."

Geng Xue pretended not to recognize the hostility in his tone and asked them to sit down and make tea on the way.

The clear water soon rolled up and the tea smelled.

For fear of Geng Xue, Yan tongduan mingchong said something that some didn't have, but when you think about it carefully, eminent monks like Geng Xue will not chew the root of their tongue.

Geng Xue poured tea for them and said to the old Yan, "Lord Hou seems to be ill?"

Old Yan said, "Master Lao is worried. It doesn't matter."

Yan took a sip of tea and frowned. It seemed that the tea didn't suit his appetite. He put the cup away and stopped drinking.

Duan mingchong looked at him awkwardly. Under the small case, he gently touched Sui Yan's leg and told him not to mess around.

Yan didn't speak, but kept staring at Geng Xue.

More snow didn't think he was impolite, looked at him and smiled.

Yan stopped talking. Duan mingchong breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged greetings with Geng Xue.

Duan mingchong came to worship heaven, and he couldn't stay here for a long time. He just said a few words at will and got up to leave.

Duan mingchong got up and was about to leave, but he found that Sui Yan was still sitting motionless. He didn't seem to want to go.

"Ah Yan?"

Year old Yan raised his head and smiled at Duan mingchong. "Your Highness, go ahead and be busy. I'm busy in Xiangguo Temple. I happen to be here to discuss Buddhism with you."

buddha dharma?

Duan mingchong looked at him hesitantly and whispered, "do you believe in Buddhism?"

Year old Yan: "

Yan Yan could hardly maintain his smile and said casually, "I believe it now. Your highness, go and be busy. I'll find you later."

Yan was not measured. Master Geng Xue should have. Duan mingchong was no longer worried that the two would fight, so he smiled at Geng Xue and turned away.

After Duan mingchong left, the smile on Yan's face instantly disappeared. He looked at Geng Xue expressionless, and his eyes were full of cold.

Geng Xue was watched like this by Nian Yan. He didn't feel impolite at all. He was gentle and drank half a cup of tea slowly. Then he smiled and said, "Lord Hou, tell me what you have to say. I must know everything and say everything."

Year old Yan liked this straight to the point and said frankly, "when was the last time you said we had met?"

More snow carried the mystery of the Taoist monk and whispered, "in a dream."

Year old Yan: "

The monk looks like a dog. Why is he so rude?

The ungrateful monk said with a smile, "the past is like a dream. Since Lord Hou knows the answer, why do you ask so much? I still think you are the next question to ask."

Yan lowered his eyelashes and whispered for a long time: "what will happen if you believe in God and Buddha? What if you don't believe it? "

Geng Xue said faintly, "if you believe in my Buddha, you will be punished for suicide; If you don't believe in my Buddha, you won't get in the way of the Marquis, whether you go to hell or go to the knife mountain. "

Yan didn't speak.

Geng Xue looked at old Yan with a lost look. He reached out from the bottom of the case and took out a wooden signboard. He went to old Yan and said, "Lord Hou, come and draw a sign."

Yan looked up at him, shook his head and refused.

"I don't believe in God and Buddha."

The snow stared at him without moving.

The two were in a stalemate for a moment. Only then did Yan reach out, draw a sign at will and hand it to Geng Xue.

More snow looked, lips smile deeper.

"Sign."

The old Yan said, "so I said I don't believe it. If I don't smoke it again, I'm sure I can draw the lot."

More snow: "

Geng Xue shook his head with a smile and said, "what the Marquis is worried about is blocking many risks. If there is a slight mistake, I'm afraid it won't end well."

After a long silence, Yan knocked on the table and insisted, "this doesn't count. I'll smoke another one."

Geng Xue put the box back and said, "if Lord Hou doesn't believe in my Buddha, he won't believe the nonsense of the monk. What's the difference between smoking and not smoking?"

Yan said, "I want to feel at ease. I can't believe in ghosts and gods, but I can't help but fear them. If you don't let me smoke, I'm hard to feel at ease these days."

More snow or shake your head.

Yan pie pie mouth, had to rest his mind.

Geng Xue looked at Yan's look and said with a smile, "Lord Hou is worried that I will tell the prince about the past?"

Yan Tiao Mei looked at him: "can you?"

Geng Xue: "of course not. This is the secret of heaven."

Year old Yan: "Oh, just now you said it was just a dream. If it were a secret, you wouldn't open it to me. It's nothing like the past. Who would believe it if you hadn't experienced it yourself?"

Geng Xue said with a smile, "Hou Ye is transparent."

Year old Yan thought for a while and said, "if the third prince Duan Zhisu comes to Xiangguo Temple next time, you can break with him."

More snow: "

Rao is more snow and calm, or is he speechless by Yan.

Yan had a few cups of tea with gengxue. On the way, he mentioned that he wanted to draw lots again. All of them were rejected by gengxue.

Before leaving, Yan glanced at the sign box under Geng Xue's small case, sneered in his heart, turned and left.

He was led to the backyard of Xiangguo Temple by the people in the east palace. Duan mingchong had finished his work and was standing on the porch, looking up slightly at a nest of sparrows chirping on the eaves.

He frowned and seemed to feel a little upset.

Yan handed the stove to the palace man, squatted down on the ground and threw a snowball directly onto the eaves.

The snowball exploded on the eaves, startling the sparrows on the eaves to flutter and fly, and soon disappeared.

Duan mingchong: "

Duan mingchong turned his head and saw Yan Zheng smiling triumphantly at him. His slender white hands were cold and reddish.

Duan mingchong reluctantly walked down, pulled his hand to the room and said, "what are you talking about with master Geng Xue? You came back so late?"

Year old Yan grabbed Duan mingchong's hand and quietly drilled into Duan mingchong's sleeve. He casually said, "Buddha Dharma."

Duan mingchong was amused and said, "then tell me carefully. What did you talk about?"

Yan couldn't answer for a moment, so he had to smile at him obediently.

There was no earthworm in the room, so a few more charcoal pots were put in, and the Kung Fu had warmed up for a while.

Yan Bingliang's cold hand tried hard to drill into Duan mingchong's sleeve and was finally caught. Duan mingchong pulled out his hand and glanced at him.

Year old Yan smiled innocuously and dared not take advantage of it any more. He ran to the charcoal basin and squatted for a while before his hands were warm.

At this time, it was late, and soon someone sent vegetarian food.

Year old Yan dialed carelessly and looked at Duan mingchong with full expectation: "Your Highness, should you bring the cook who makes snacks?"

His eyes were full of expectation, but Duan mingchong shook his head: "No."

At the age of 18, Yan was stiff for a moment, some unbelievable: "ah?"

Duan mingchong saw him look shocked and disappointed. He didn't tease him any more. He couldn't help laughing and said, "eat first and then eat snacks. Otherwise, where can you eat with snacks?"

Yan was relieved. He felt that Duan mingchong was getting worse and worse. If he had put it in the past, he wouldn't deceive himself like this.

After eating vegetarian food, Yan got his wish and ate steamed bread.

While eating with tears in his eyes, he secretly made up his mind: "the prince will not want to run without ink after he ascends the throne. Anyway, he is also my father's man. He should be willing to stay in the Marquis house."

He took care of himself to find a way out for Wumo. He felt that his life was really perfect and satisfied.

Duan mingchong finished his meal and went to Xiangguo Temple to light a longevity lamp. Yan was bored and had to read in his room.

After watching for a while, Duan mingchong hasn't come back yet. After thinking about it, he still feels that his heart should be separated.

After rolling on the bed for a while, Yan finally gritted his teeth, walked to the outer room in his robe and said to Gong humanitarian: "can you call the accompanying cook? I have something to tell him. "

Gong humanitarian: "do you want to eat dessert?"

Yan said, "no, no, just go and call."

The palace man ran away without knowing why.

After another half hour, Duan mingchongcai came back from the outside covered with frost.

He first took off his robe in the outer room and roasted it by the charcoal basin for a while to drive out the cold. Then he went to the inner room.

Yan was already in bed. He was lying on the pillow. He didn't know what he was stirring up.

Duan mingchong stepped forward: "ah Yan? Are you going to sleep? "

Yan quickly sat up and said, "Your Highness, can you sign?"

Duan mingchong wondered, "what?"

Year old Yan stretched out his hand from behind and revealed a handful of bamboo sticks.

Duan mingchong: "

Yan Chong turned his eyes and said, "I've drawn out all the signatures. Your highness, please help me solve it. Am I going to be all right and turn the corner?"

Duan mingchong: "

Duan mingchong said with difficulty, "where did you sign... From?"

Yan was lying with his eyes open: "it was taken from master Geng Xue."

Duan mingchong looked at a handful of signatures in Yan's hand. There were more than ten, Mukou. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Yan blinked and urged him, "Your Highness, please solve it."

Finally let Wumo steal it.

Duan mingchong pressed his forehead with a headache.

The author has something to say: Geng Xue: huh? Uh huh? Shall I sign?