Touching each other.

It's the end of fall, the leaves in the garden are yellowing and withering, with a sense of decay, and the lowering temperature gives people a kind of bone-chilling cold.

Inside the main room, incense was burning, and smoke was curling up.

"Master, this is the finest tea from the capital," Pengsheng Wei said respectfully, "Is it to your liking? I will send more to Sunwonji Temple."

"Thank you," said Wenjiu lightly, "no need."

The Wei family is the largest merchant family in Jianan City, with tens of thousands of dollars in wealth, piles of gold and jade, and many friends in the government, so it is very powerful, and it has invited Wen Ji a few times, with banquets and requests.

Want to ask someone, always do something polite to go through the motions, first some respectful pleasantries, meals and tea, and then send a gift, and then ask for advice on Buddhism, a look of devotion to the Buddha's piety, to serve people comfortably, and then said the difficult, seeking solutions.

In the past, Wen Ji was a pale expression, a witness to these passages, waves do not waste time, he does not matter and does not care.

But today is different, just sat down to drink a cup of hot tea, Wen Ji spoke up, "This time called me to come, I think there must be some confusion."

Seeing people take the initiative to mention, Pengsheng Wei could not hide his smile: "Exactly, dare I ask the master can have a solution?"

Wen Ji spread out three copper coins in his left hand, there were golden runes on the coins, he casually divined a fortune and took a look at it, then put the coins away.

Pengsheng Wei couldn't hold back his nervousness and anticipation as he asked, "How is it, Master?"

"In terms of feng shui alone, there is an arrangement in the Wei Mansion that affects wealth and fortune."

"Dare I ask the Master how I should set it up?"

"The willow, peach, and pine trees in the mansion switch places," Wen Ji said flatly, "as well as your son offending a nobleman, inevitably allowing the Wei family's financial path to be intentionally cut off."

Pengsheng Wei recently unfavorable business, either interested in cooperation with the object to find a rival, or to the business yellow, more than a dozen stores and farms on hand, the loss is nine out of ten, even if the Wei family is now a large family, but the financial resources so backward, really let him worry about white head.

After the wen art point, Pengsheng Wei will know what is going on with his son, Changxing Wei by his teachings, quite a business mind, but why greedy obsessed with beauty, changed the concubines and maidservants countless, the previous period of time I do not know where he has found a woman, beautiful appearance, dedicated to her favorite.

Pengsheng Wei thought he changed his nature, ridiculous things also do less, but not gratified, let him go, did not probe too much, but also thought that the woman did not have much background, it seems to be Changxing Wei greed, from which the hands of the nobility to snatch the person, and therefore offended people are not aware of it.

At once Pengsheng Wei anger from the heart, but in front of the master is not good to show, had to suppress the fire, still with a smile, said: "Thank you, master, the master does not accept the gold and silver I will donate to the Sunwonji Temple when the incense money."

Wen Ji remained cold and refused, getting up and preparing to leave.

Pengsheng Wei retained himself, "Master, the meal will be ready soon, why don't you stay for the meal, Mister Wei has not yet done the honor of being the host."

"Thank you for your hospitality, I still have business to attend to, so I will take my leave first." Wen Ji's face was calm, but in fact, there was already some impatience that he himself couldn't even notice.

"Right Two, why don't you send the Master off."

Pengsheng Wei The person next to him stood out and smiled lowly at Wen Ji, "Master, this way slowly."

Seeing the people walking away, Pengsheng Wei's springy and smiling face was instantly clouded over, and he said in a deep voice, "Come on, call the rebellious son here!"

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Wen Ji stepped out of the gate of Wei House, unexpectedly did not see the familiar people.

For some reason, Buddhism and Taoism are like hypnotic techniques for Xu You, and whenever she listens to them for a few moments, she becomes drowsy, and the quality of her sleep improves dramatically.

Previously, Wen Ji listened to Master Xuan Jing's sermon, Xu You also came to listen to the beautiful name of cultivating the body and mind. At that time, Wen Ji's afterglow noticed the side of her nodding from time to time, must be listening to the extremely serious, the results of his side of the head to see, she closed her eyes, chickens pecking rice general fast pecking to the ground, attracted Xuan Jing masters lost laughter and shook his head.

After that, Xu You stopped listening to his sermons and once asked him, "Have you ever felt bored after practicing Buddhism for so many years?"

His answer then was, "I don't know."

Is not know, rather than not realize, perhaps too few interesting things, his life has been boring monotonous, like a shroud of persistent clouds, has long been accustomed to, as natural as breathing after, and even do not know the meaning of boring.

Looking back, he thought, the days seemed to have been interesting, but that had been stuck ten years ago, long since mottled away, like a few brightly colored petals unintentionally fluttering down onto the mud puddle, which remained dead after rotting.

Later, Xu You seldom listened to the Buddhist scriptures or read them. She followed him all the way to the entrance of the Wei House, and when she heard that he was going to divine, and incidentally to preach the sutra, she waved her hand and told him to go in and cope with the situation, and she waited for him outside.

But he went out and didn't see anyone.

Wen Ji walked forward for a while, and went right into another street, then saw the girl in lotus root pink dress squatting on the ground, and then asked the master who was kneading clay figures on the side to teach her something, and her hands also had a lot of clay sticking to them.

Xu You's face was beautiful, the silver butterfly hairpiece that had not entered her silk was lifelike, her eyebrows were arched and her eyes were full of smiles.

Lively and vivid, she seems to be quite interesting, Wen Ji thought.

"You're here, this fast." Xu You put the things in his hand into his coat and stood up to look at him.

"Uh-huh." Wen Ji nodded and continued on his way, and Xu You followed him back to Sunwonji Temple with him.

Passing a tavern, neither of the two noticed a line of sight that stayed locked on them, as well as watching them go away.

"Boss lady, don't look." The shopkeeper at the side sighed, he had been working as a shopkeeper in Lingling Ye's tavern for more than a year, and he knew a lot about Lingling Ye's temperament, so he couldn't help but advise her.

Lingling Ye pinched her fingers together, since when exactly had Wen Ji allowed a woman to follow him around from time to time, and since when had he softened his gaze on that woman and she had absolutely no room to intervene?

Obviously he liked her first.

It's obvious that the person he hates the most is Xu You.

When exactly did it become different?

Earlier, those neighbors had joked about her, treating her like Mrs. Wen, with a tone of voice and gaze that were all pleasing to the eye, and now, they were the same ones who sneered and laid stones at her, saying that she was delusional and that she was daydreaming.

Lingling Ye had put a tavern together all by herself, so naturally she didn't care about the words, but she cared about the change in Winking Technique for the others.

Xu You nagged the young monk in the temple for a few moments, and took a few steps late to Wenjiao before entering the Returning Garden.

At this time the return to the garden of the grass and trees also withered a lot of yellow, large golden ginkgo leaves fell on the ground, like a layer of yellow pigment was irregularly stacked painted, very beautiful.

There was a soft cushion under the ginkgo tree, which had obviously been cleaned, with not a single leaf on it, and a red hand stove.

As long as the conditions allow, Xu You committed to improve the quality of life, this period of time she is all over the morning meal on the mountain, noon with the arts in the fasting hall meal, afternoon in the courtyard nap, but the bamboo chair is too hard and can not show the body, so she was cheeky to let the arts to get a soft collapse, but also think that the sunlight is too harsh, and let a person to move a ginkgo tree to.

But her scope of activity is only in the yard, and does not enter the house, for one thing, she does not want to overstep the bounds too much, and secondly, in other people's territory, stomping on their noses, inevitably appear to be difficult.

And since practicing Buddhism is good for Wen Ji, she doesn't bother much, Wen Ji reads and writes scriptures, she brings her own fruits and snacks to read the talking books, and when he doesn't do anything, she takes the initiative to open her mouth to nag.

Getting along very well, like best friends next door in a nursing home.

Halfway through the month of May, Xu You is in no hurry, the so-called water dripping through the stone, no alarm, slowly erosion.

Xu You slowly walked to the soft collapse side to sit down, hold up the hand stove a touch, is hot.

She smiled and looked over to Wen Ji, who was sweeping leaves not far away, his eyelids lowered, his brows focused, his expression scant, having swept the leaves into piles.

"Shasha--" Looking at his straight back, the single repetitive movement of his hand, inexplicably reminds one of an old monk wandering in the human world, practicing hard.

"Master."

His movements continued unabated.

Xu You has long practiced the skill of saying to yourself, "Do you like me?"

She shook the hand stove in her hand and trailed off, "Why else would you be afraid I'd be cold?"

Winking Art ignored her, of course.

Xu You Looked at the pile of ginkgo leaves behind him, his eyes turned, put down the hand stove in his hand, picked up the bamboo basket to the side, and quietly walked behind him.

Smell Art sensed her movement and turned around.

She was seen digging up a pile of ginkgo leaves with a bamboo basket in quick flight, and threw it upwards, and the ginkgo leaves floated down like butterflies, falling towards the two of them.

Seeing her smile like a mischievous sly, curved like a crescent moon eyes, there are yellow butterfly rain, but also slightly stunned him.

--

The night is heavy, the stars and the moon are hidden, usually quiet return to the garden, this time so quiet that only a little bit of insects cry.

Winking Art put down the pen with his left hand and closed the scripture when the ink was dry.

Master Xuanjing didn't just preach or let him just listen, he would let him write his insights and also let him copy the scriptures.

When it was time to get ready for bed, Winking Art used his left hand to slowly undo his sash.

A lot of things with one hand alone is not convenient, especially used to using the right hand of people only left hand, but after a long time to get used to it, just do some things will be slower, but he thinks it can pass the time, nothing bad.

Some people want to prolong their lives and live a hundred years, but Wen Ji feels that they have lived long enough, and the extra years, on the contrary, need to go to waste.

He stripped off his clothes and laid them flat on the bed with his hands before folding them one sleeve at a time and placing them in the corner of the bed.

As Winking Art's left hand brushed across one sleeve, it encountered something slightly raised and cold and hard to the touch.

He lifted the right side of his shirt and found the sleeve tied up inside, and the object as if it was tied up inside.

Wen Ji unzipped his sleeve and pulled something out of it, a pair of clay figures, only the size of two knuckles of his index and middle fingers, no wonder it didn't weigh much and he didn't notice it.

This clay figure is a man and woman, the man dressed in green and the woman in pink, pinched roughly and with her face glued into a piece.

Wen Ji suddenly thought of Xu You today squatting next to the mudman stall on the street, seeing him subconsciously hide things, and when she went up the mountain, she abruptly slipped on her feet, and laughed when she stood still: "Master, today's stone steps are wet and slippery, I won't touch you, and how about holding you by one side of your shirt?"

He didn't think much of it and nodded in agreement, figuring that must have been when she hid the pair of clay figures up his sleeve.

This pair of clay figures, the man without his right hand and the woman without her left, were joined together at the point where they had broken their arms.

Just like when they went up the mountain today, the shirts of one green and one pink touched each other.