Chapter 81

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.

He chased after him without thinking about it, and the lamp was burned for half. In the light of the fire, he could see the verse on the other side.

On New Year's Eve, the moon and the lamp are still the same.

But see last year's person, acquaintance already stranger.

"Linlang..."

The name spilled over my lips.

An idea flashed by.

He turned and ran back, trying to clear the crowd.

"Why are you sick?"

Remember him.

I remember it all.

He is Weiyang. He has a sister wife named Linlang.

"Huhuhuhoo --"

he held back his throat. His heart and lungs seemed to be crushed and burst, but he didn't dare to stop.

Finally, in a more secluded lane, a carriage with a dark blue curtain stopped.

Weiyang was stunned.

They were walking towards the carriage.

A small figure swayed into the woman's arms, shouting happily, "cool!"

Lin Lang pinched his chubby little face and whispered, "my brother is still sleeping. My brother is good. Let's be quiet, OK?"

The little boy who carved jade seemed to understand and nodded, "my brother is not in good health. I hope my son is my brother. I want to take care of xiaofu'er!"

Lin Lang touched his little head and asked his husband to carry the little fat pier back to the car.

Watching the children in the car, taking advantage of people's unprepared, someone suddenly stealthily attacked her, gave her a hard kiss on the lips, and took her back to the car as if nothing had happened.

Lin Lang saw that he was so serious that he could no longer be serious. He could not help but tease him.

Housekeeper red a handsome face, "don't make trouble, the children are still there."

At least, at least give him some face.

Otherwise, how can we manage that little monkey in the future?

Lin Lang laughs very much.

She returned to the car, a small hand soft pulling her sleeve, rubbing eyes, "mother, you are back." Compared with the lively elder brother, the frail and sickly brother is more shy. When he sees a stranger, he only hides behind his mother, burying his head, and ignores anyone.

"Wake you up?" Lin Lang slowed down her voice.

He shook his head and reached for it.

Lin Lang hugged the baby with a smile.

Who said that if you want to drive a woman crazy, you must sacrifice a child as a sacrifice?

Before taking this move, she had already bribed the man's side Ah Fu.

Wish Jinse received the carton baby, is dead.

As for the heart can save this stem, Lin Lang has always been sniffing. In the original plot, the reason why Zhu Jinse can live is that the Taoist's words give her some hope that she will really recover after eating.

The drowning man grabbed at the straw.

In fact, eating or not eating has no effect at all. It's all psychological mischief, which is also the so-called positive and negative hints.

It's said that the female owner went mad half a year ago and was detained in the basement by her husband who loves to face. It's still a question whether she can come out.

Let her live in fear and guilt all her life.

Lin Lang slightly lifted a corner of the window screen, and a corner of the lane was exposed, as if shaking.

She laughed.

Isn't this a perfect ending?

Meet strangers.

Forget the end of the world.

She was kind enough to the Lord.

Lin Lang supported his chin and thought, after giving birth to a child, women will become particularly soft hearted? Anyway, she felt that her methods were much more moderate.

Lin Lang is very shameless to label herself as "kind".

"Driving -"

men are driving outside.

A muffled cry came from behind.

She pretended not to hear.

He was still in despair.

"Do you really think clearly?" The abbot said slowly.

Weiyang lowered her eyebrows and eyes.

"Abbot, it's time to start."

A wisp of green silk fell.

He closed his eyes.

"Weiyang."

"What?""I said, you will call Wei Yang later."

"The spring is ready to move, and the night is not yet at hand. Spring, night long, cycle, never perish. What do you think of the name? "

Deception.

It's all deceptive.

Your Weiyang is going to die.

Convert to Buddhism.

Convert to law.

Convert to Convert to

Convert to you.