Chapter 166: It is hard to continue to say goodbye without tears

Tanzhe Temple, an ancient temple from the Western Jin Dynasty, is located at the foot of Tanzhe Mountain in the western suburbs of Beijing. For thousands of years, it has recorded so many turbulent winds and clouds in Beijing. An ancient proverb that "Tanzhe Temple first, then Beijing City" is enough to summarize the longevity of this ancient temple.

This is not the first time Yang Fan has come to this ancient temple. I remember that the first time he came to the ancient temple was when Yang Fan came to Beijing for the first time to attend the New Year's Day party. That day, Yang Fan was also surprised and fortunate to meet Master Wushang, a monk in Tanzhe Temple. I don't know if Master Wushang thought Yang Fan had wisdom or thought Yang Fan was destined to be with him. Master Wushang, who has always cherished his words, actually talked with Yang Fan for about an hour. To this day, Yang Fan still remembers Master Wushang's words "Extraordinary people do extraordinary things". If possible, Yang Fan really wants to talk to Master Wushang again and let him give him some advice on his doubts at this moment.

Because he came very early, when Yang Fan arrived, the person he was waiting for had not arrived yet. Yang Fan looked at the green grass and trees in the temple and walked in unconsciously along the path. The winding paths lead to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep. The mountain lights please the birds, and the shadows of the pond are empty. Yang Fan walked while listening to the crisp bird songs and feeling the quietness from the thousand-year-old temple. He felt the heart suddenly enlightened and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"Are you Yang Fan and Donor Yang?" A young novice monk came over, folded his hands together and asked respectfully, interrupting Yang Fan's thoughts.

"I am Yang Fan. I wonder what the little master has to teach you?" Yang Fan looked at the little novice monk in front of him. Although he didn't know him, he still answered politely.

"Master Yang is polite! The little monk is just a little novice monk in this temple. How can I see the teachings? The little monk is just a entrusted by someone." The little novice monk said politely with his hands clasped.

"So who is the entrusted by the little master?" Yang Fan asked with a bow.

"Being entrusted by the unharmed master!" the little shady monk replied.

"Master Wushang? I wonder what Master Wushang has to ask the little master?" Yang Fan asked in confusion, but he didn't expect that Master Wushang still remembers himself.

"Master Yang, please come here with the monk!" The little shaman made a "please" hand gesture to Yang Fan, signaling Yang Fan to invite him here.

"Thank you! Please, Master!" Yang Fan nodded and followed the little shami along the path toward the backyard of the temple.

The little shaman led Yang Fan to park in front of a small wooden house in the backyard of the temple, and the surroundings of the wooden house were covered with green bamboos. Yang Fan was not unfamiliar with the scene in front of him, because this place was the place where Yang Fan and Master Wushang met for the first time. It was here that Yang Fan and Master Wushang formed a fate with Master Wushang.

"Don't Mr. Yang still have an impression of this place?" Xiaoxiaomi clasped her hands together and asked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan nodded and bowed to the little shaman and replied, "Remember! This is the place where Master Wushang and I first met."

"Donor Yang has a good memory! This is the temple where the master is in the temple." The little shaman pointed to the wooden house and said to Yang Fan.

"So it is Master Wushang's temple! I mistreat! I wonder if Master Wushang is here?" Yang Fan asked.

"The master is not in the temple, so he has traveled all over the country." The little shaking his head and explained to Yang Fan.

"Oh!" Yang Fan sighed in disappointment. It seemed that he could not listen to Master Wushang's guidance this time.

"Donor Yang, don't be too disappointed! Although the master is not here, he left something before leaving, and asked the monk to present to Donor Yang. Donor Yang, please come with the monk!" The little shaman said as he led Yang Fan into the small wooden house of Master Wushang.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, with a bed, a cabinet, a table, a chair, and a wooden fish, but they are clean and orderly and not messy at all.

When Yang Fan looked at this humble room, he couldn't help but think of the "Inscription on the Humble Room" by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi, and he couldn't help but recite it with emotion: "The mountain is not high, but the immortal is famous; the water is not deep, but the dragon is spiritual!"

"This is a humble room, but my virtue is so good! The young monk admires the talent of Mr. Yang!" The little shaman respectfully folded his hands and bowed to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan shook his head and said seriously: "I just have a better memory! Master Wushu is indifferent to fame and fortune, and is content with poverty and willing to talk about virtue. The younger generation admires me!"

The little novice nodded thoughtfully: "The spirit of the master is indeed worthy of our admiration! Donor Yang please wait. The monk will go and get what the master left to Donor Yang."

"Please give me some advice!"

Xiao Shami gently opened the cabinet standing by the wall, took out an envelope from the wardrobe and handed it to Yang Fan: "Donor Yang, this is the letter left to you by the master."

"Thank you!" Yang Fan took the envelope handed over by Xiaoshami, looked at Xiaoshami and asked, "Can I take it apart now?"

"Since this is a letter left by the master to Donor Yang, donor Yang can certainly dismantle and read it at any time without asking the little monk." Xiao Sha answered with Shi.

Since the little novice monk said that, there was no need for Yang Fan to be polite. He immediately opened the envelope and took out the letter to read it.

"Master Yang, is there anything wrong?" The little novice asked when he saw that Yang Fan's expression was wrong.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and handed the letter paper to the little novice monk. When the little novice monk looked at the letter paper, his face couldn't help but be full of doubts. Because there was no stroke or stroke on the letter paper, it was just a clean piece of white paper.

"I'm sorry to be rude, so I'll ask: Did Master Wushang put the letter incorrectly because of his haste?" Yang Fan asked.

The little novice shook his head and denied Yang Fan's speculation: "The master has always been cautious in doing things and cannot make such a mistake. Maybe the master has other meanings, right?"

"Maybe!" Yang Fan nodded half-believingly when he heard the little novice monk say it.

At this time, the cell phone in Yang Fan's pocket suddenly rang. Yang Fan took out the cell phone from his pocket and looked at it, then put the cell phone back in his pocket, and said apologetically to the little shark, "Sorry, the person I made an appointment is here. If the little master has nothing else, I will say goodbye first."

"Since Mr. Yang has something to do, please give me some advice!" Xiaoxiaomi bowed respectfully and said.

"Goodbye!" Yang Fan put the letter in his pocket, put it in his hands, folded his hands and gave a greeting to the little monk, and then walked quickly outside the door.

...

Outside the temple gate of Tanzhe Temple, a young girl walked out of a high-end BMW car. Although the girl was wearing a pair of big sunglasses on her face, she still did not cover her face that was enough to make all men in the world fall for.

"Qinxue, you are here!" Yang Fan walked over with a smile on his face and greeted him.

The girl who made an appointment with Yang Fan to meet in Tanzhe Temple was nothing but Mu Qinxue.

Mu Qinxue took off the sunglasses from her face and revealed her stunning face. However, her face looked a little haggard because of the faint sadness.

"It's so inconvenient for people outside, let's go inside!" Mu Qinxue just said coldly to Yang Fan, and then walked into the temple without waiting for Yang Fan to be alone.

Yang Fan looked at Mu Qinxue's back, and the smile on his face couldn't help but look a little bitter, and sighed helplessly in his heart: "It seems that she has misunderstood me too."

Following Mu Qinxue's footsteps, Yang Fan also walked into the temple.

The road that Mu Qinxue took leads to the top of the mountain. Although this road is very quiet, it is not the road where Yang Fan first went to Master Wushang's wooden house. The familiarity is mixed with strangeness. This is not only the feeling this road gives Yang Fan, but also the feeling that Mu Qinxue gives Yang Fan.

"You came very early, right?" Mu Qinxue, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled and said nothing, because Yang Fan's smile had already answered Mu Qinxue.

"I'm so sorry for letting you wait for a long time!" Mu Qinxue smiled at Yang Fan. However, the smile on Mu Qinxue's face was not too apologized, but more of it was bitterness and helplessness.

"As long as it is you, I am willing to wait, even for the rest of my life!" Yang Fan said seriously, as if he was an oath to the Heavenly Alliance.

Yang Fan's words undoubtedly shocked Mu Qinxue's heart, and her slightly red and swollen eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

This was a sad picture, but Yang Fan lost his artistic conception.

Yang Fan suddenly smiled at Mu Qinxue heartlessly and said, "You won't be moved by my words and cry, right?"

"Who is crying? It's just that sand is in my eyes and my eyes are uncomfortable." Although tears have flowed down my cheeks, Mu Qinxue still argued with disagreement.

"Is that so? Then I'll give you a blow!" Yang Fan pulled Mu Qinxue, who was standing in front of him, and carefully blew at the corner of Mu Qinxue's eyes.

"Don't blow anymore! Blow again, my eyes will be blown into the sand by you." Mu Qinxue blushed and struggled in Yang Fan's arms, but why can't she break away from Yang Fan's arms?

Yang Fan looked at Mu Qinxue in his arms with a smirk: "You said your eyes are really going to be blown into the sand by me. It turns out that your eyes didn't have sand just now, and you lied to me!"

When Mu Qinxue heard Yang Fan expose her lies, her pretty face turned redder. She lowered her head and dared not look at Yang Fan's smirk.

When Yang Fan saw Mu Qinxue, who was charming in his arms, he couldn't help but feel his mind. He simply lowered his head and gently kissed Mu Qinxue's bright red and soft lips.

"You..." Mu Qinxue looked at Yang Fan in fear. Although she wanted to push Yang Fan away with effort, she became panting and weak under Yang Fan's attack on her tongue.

Beijing's summer is hot and dry, and it is undoubtedly a flammable season. When dry firewood meets Mars, even if it is just a little Mars, dry firewood will be easily ignited and eventually form a raging fire.

Mu Qinxue was like a pile of dry firewood at this time, and Yang Fan was that little spark. When Mu Qinxue's lips were suddenly kissed by Yang Fan, the passion that was suppressed in her heart suddenly became excited, and she was out of control. Mu Qinxue's eyes were blurred, and she snuggled in Yang Fan's arms with a faint smile, her hands were hugging Yang Fan's neck weakly. The redness on her face showed her inner emotions. The moans that popped out from her mouth from time to time were like the sound of drums on the battlefield, encouraging Yang Fan to move forward bravely.

Yang Fan is not Liu Xiahui, nor Gao Lishi. Yang Fan is holding the emotional Mu Qinxue, and his heart is like a spring water that has just penetrated the ground, rushing straight to his forehead, constantly eroding the only reason in his head. The brothers in the lower body are also holding guns and waiting for a command to launch the most violent sprint towards the enemy's position.

I don’t know if God had no eyes and was not going to fulfill this pair of mandarin ducks, or if Yang Fan’s virginity should not be lost. Just as Yang Fan was about to reach out to untie Mu Qinxue’s chest and prepare to make the battle more violent, raindrops suddenly started in the sky. The five elements were incompatible, and water was invincible. Although the rain was very small, it was enough to destroy what Yang Fan had in his mind at this time.
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