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Shu Changyu stood by the window. In the vase next to the window frame, a few plum blossoms were quietly blooming.

Only one day later, the plum blossoms are still as bright as ever, as if they had just been plucked from the branches, full of vitality.

An Wu reported in a low voice: "Mr. Song came out of the Thanos Gang and wandered around the street for a while, but he looked a little dazed."

"Then I went to the Jinyu Tower and ordered two rings, and then..."

"Since Master Song was not in danger, I did not take action..."

Shu Changyu twisted the petals lightly with his fingers and said in a casual tone: "So, he ended up going to Baiyun Temple?"

An Wu replied, "Yes, I saw Mr. Song go to Baiyun Temple with my own eyes, so I came back to report to you."

Shu Changyu suddenly pinched off a petal and crushed it mercilessly.

His voice was slightly cold as he said, "Clean up all those people."

"Yes, sir." An Wu responded and was about to leave.

"Wait." Shu Changyu suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips were stained with a little plum juice, as if stained with blood, which looked extremely eye-catching.

"Since Yanyan has already reported the matter to the authorities, let them handle the matter."

"Have Eleven bring people to closely monitor and make sure no one slips through the net. He cannot tolerate any dirt."

An Wu bowed his head and accepted the order: "Yes."

At this moment, a bird flew quickly past the window and flew into the blue sky.

Shu Changyu watched the bird fly away, his eyes were dim but there was a smile on his lips.

Is that finally realizing?

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Then I'll let you hide for a few days, but you can't escape the fifteenth day.

I'll wait for you to come back, Yanyan.

In front of the gate of Baiyun Temple, a long stone staircase extends all the way up the mountain.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and onto the stone steps, creating mottled light and shadows.

When Ming Jing heard Song Yan's question, he was strangely silent for a moment.

Then he said sternly, "Mr. Song, what are you talking about? Although I have known Shu Changyu for a long time, it has nothing to do with our social status."

"No matter how noble his status is, in front of the Buddha, he is just an ordinary believer."

Song Yan curled his lips and said, "Master, monks don't tell lies. Please tell me the truth. Is Shu Changyu a girl or a boy?"

Ming Jing sighed, knowing that he could not escape, and said, "Donor Song, I am a monk and do not understand matters of love."

"But I know that everything in the world has its true nature. Shu Changyu's gender is not important. What is important is what his heart desires and what he does."

"He is who he is, so why should we dwell on the difference in appearance?"

But at this moment, Song Yan could not hear a word: "Master, I don't want to understand these profound principles, I just want to know the answers."

"The answer is often hidden beneath the surface. Donor Song, if you want to know the truth, you need to uncover the veil yourself."

Mingjing did not directly answer Song Yan's question, but gave him a way to find the answer.

Song Yan was silent. He said in a hoarse voice, "I understand, Master."

The road leading up the mountain gradually became steeper, and Song Yan's legs felt as if they were filled with lead, clumsy and heavy.

He panted and said, "Master, can you take a break?"

It was already the afternoon, and he had only eaten a bowl of porridge since early morning, and he was already a little exhausted.

Ming Jing was also panting: "Then let's take a break. I can't walk anymore."

The two sat on the stone steps.

Song Yan complained: "What's wrong with building this temple on such a high mountain? Is it really to prevent the monks in the temple from sneaking down the mountain?"

Mingjing wiped his face and smiled bitterly: "You really guessed it right."

Song Yan: “Ah?!”

It was really because of such a ridiculous reason that he thought Shu Changyu was making fun of Master Mingjing.

"It's a long story." Ming Jing said weakly, "Let's talk about it another day."

"Let's hurry up the mountain, it will be dark if we delay any longer."

Song Yan supported herself on her knees and stood up: "Then let's go."

Half an hour later, Song Yan finally climbed up the mountain. He sat down on the ground and said, "We are finally here."

"Boom-"

He looked up at the temple and saw the smoke curling in the air and the sound of melodious bells. His restless heart gradually calmed down.

Slowly close your eyes and feel the Buddhist chanting, as if all your worries are blown away by the wind.

"It's time for vegetarian food, let's go." After Ming Jing caught his breath, he patted his belly and said, "Let's offer sacrifices to our internal organs first."

Song Yan was so hungry that she didn't even feel hungry. She walked with unsteady legs, as if she had Parkinson's disease.

He followed Mingjing into the temple's dining hall.

In the dining hall, several monks were busy placing bowls and chopsticks and preparing vegetarian meals.

The air is filled with the faint aroma of vegetarian food, which is not embellished with any seasoning, but has a simple freshness.

Song Yan and Ming Jing found a corner and sat down. Soon, monks brought them vegetarian meals.

A bowl of brown rice and some vegetarian dishes, simple and delicious.

Song Yan ate very slowly, chewing each bite carefully and savoring the food's truest flavor.

He discovered that these seemingly simple vegetarian dishes were unexpectedly delicious. For example, the mixed tofu was tender and smooth in the mouth, with a light bean fragrance, and had a unique flavor.

After the vegetarian meal, the two walked out of the dining hall together.

Night has fallen and the temple bells echo in the night sky.

Song Yan and Ming Jing walked slowly along the stone road. The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows.

Neither of them spoke, they just walked quietly, enjoying this rare tranquility.

They walked all the way to the back hill of the temple and passed through the bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Song Yan stopped, took a deep breath, and felt the freshness and tranquility in the air.

He joked, "Master, if one day I can't make it anymore, I'll come to Baiyun Temple and practice with you, how about that?"

Ming Jing waved her hands repeatedly: "Please don't do that. This temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you."

Believe it or not, Shu Changyu will demolish his Baiyun Temple the next day.

After taking a walk in the back mountain to help digest the food, Mingjing took Song Yan to the dormitory to rest.

It was the same dormitory where Song Yan lived last time.

"I'll ask someone to bring you water for washing later." After Mingjing gave the instructions, he hurried out. He had not finished reading the Buddhist scriptures for the day, and he had to stay up late to recite the scriptures tonight. Alas.

After Mingjing left, Song Yan looked around the dormitory and found that there was no change compared to the last time she came.

The room is still simple and plain, with a bed, a table, a chair, and a painting hanging on the wall. It is simple and plain.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door. Song Yan turned around and saw a little monk walking in with a basin of water.

"Donor Song, this is the water prepared for you to wash."

Song Yan thanked him: "Thank you, little master."

The young monk put down the basin and handed Song Yan a clean towel: "If you need anything else, please let me know."

Song Yan nodded, watched the little monk leave, then he simply washed up and lay down.

Moyo felt sleepy, so he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He slept very soundly, and his dreams were filled with the rustling of the bamboo forest and the ringing of the temple bells.

Five miles away in Yunshan County, the night is as dark as ink, with stars dotted in between.

Shu Changyu was also lying on the bed, covered with the bedding that Song Yan had slept on. He could vaguely smell the faint scent left by Song Yan.

He closed his eyes, his face shrouded in the hazy night.

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Suddenly he opened his eyes, lifted the quilt, stood up, casually put on his coat, and opened the door.

He said to the person outside the door: "Get ready and go to Baiyun Temple."