Love: Two Worlds Forbidden Love

The Maoci water pavilion is suffocating, and the smoke locks the vines and the dream locks the bridge.The shadow of the figure and the fragrance of clothes know how far away he is, but he still asks Xiao Hongxiao when he is about to flow.

The beauty of Yangzhou is as picturesque as poetry, with lush greenery and lush greenery.

The next day, the two rushed to Daming Temple after breakfast. Every step Liu Yiran felt was very difficult. Everyone in Daming Temple treated him very well, and the abbot Master Puguang even treated him like a parent. He has been growing up there, and to him he is considered a half-Buddhist.

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Daming Temple is located on the middle peak of Shugang in the northern suburbs of Yangzhou. Looking from the center, hundreds of faithful men and women are rubbing shoulders. There are many tourists, and the incense is lingering, which makes the whole temple more fairy-like.

The two entered the front hall, and there was a five-foot-high Maitreya statue sitting upright, with blue eyes as clear as the sea, a plump face, a kind smile, seeing through all living beings, and the Dharma protector Wei Tuo on the back, and on both sides were Jiguo, Zengchang, and Guangmu. , I have heard a lot about the four heavenly kings, solemn and solemn.

Liu Yiran looked deeply at the Buddha statue, knelt down and worshiped devoutly, Fang Wenqing Shiran stood beside him with his hands behind his back, looked up at the Buddha statue, and snorted coldly,

The abbot saw that the visitor was very imposing, and he didn't worship the Buddha, so he couldn't help asking, "I don't know why the benefactor doesn't worship the Buddha."

Fang Wenqing said lightly, "I never believe in Buddha, all living beings, my life is up to me, and I only believe in myself." He never believed in Buddhism, never prayed for God's blessing, the whole world belonged to him, and the only one who stood in his way was death. Just like the crown prince Fang Hongyi back then.

Although the man spoke lightly, he was no longer angry. Master Puguang was overwhelmed by the domineering demeanor emanating from the man. Master Puguang looked at him with a bit of speculation in his heart, and said with a slight smile "The two of you must have come from a long way, the old monk has prepared thin tea, please go to the side room to rest for a while"

Fang Wenqing replied with a slight smile, "Thank you Master, my friends just happened to have something to ask Master."

Liu Yiran has been looking at Master Puguang through the white veil, and almost swallowed his breath, Master Puguang looked at Liu Yiran suspiciously, saying

"In that case, please come with me"

Puguang led the way and walked through the main hall, but he saw the open courtyard with towering ancient trees. When he reached the wing room, Liu Yiran closed the door and knelt down in front of Master Puguang. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down for himself, he was shocked, and he stretched out his hands to help him, "This is the benefactor?"

Liu Yiran took off her veil with trembling hands, raised her head and looked at Pu Guang with tears in her eyes, choked up and said, "Master...is a disciple, the disciple is not dead, the disciple is not filial"

Back then when it was rumored that Liu Yiran was dead, although Pu Guang saw through life and death, but Liu Yiran was brought up by himself after all, and he was also full of tears. Now seeing that he is still alive, he couldn't conceal his joy in his heart, so he hurriedly pulled him up, Liu Yiran hugged him Weeping on his legs, Pu Guang was helpless, sighed and stretched out his hands to stroke his hair and said, "Since you are back, go and worship your mother, I will keep the hut in Zizhu Forest for you all the time."

Liu Yiran stretched out his sleeves and wiped away his tears and replied, "I came back this time to pay homage to my mother. By the way, I would like to say goodbye to the kindness of my master's upbringing. Please accept my apprentice's three respects." As he said, he knocked heavily on the ground three times, Pu Guang pulled him up, looked at the man in black who had been standing silently with his hands clasped against his back, and said to Liu Yiran, "Yiran, take your friend to your bamboo house to rest."

Liu Yiran turned her head to look at Fang Wenqing, nodded to Pu Guang, got up, put on a veil and pulled the door out again.

Pu Guang looked at the one white and one black figure, shook his head, clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and walked out with a sigh.

The Purple Bamboo Forest is located in the back mountain, where the environment is quiet, coupled with the gurgling mountain stream, it is like a fairyland.

The forest is deep and secluded, new bamboos rise from the ground, gloomy and green, unrestrained and unrestrained near the secluded pavilion, with high strength, all kinds of clouds, light smoke and ancient ink, the breeze blows, exquisite and broken, the bag is rustling, cold and green Raw smoke.Passing through the bamboo forest, you can see a bamboo house built on the back of the mountain.

Liu Yiran pushed the door open and entered, nothing changed, it was still the same as before, the inkstone in the study room, the book of poetry and medical books, the light blue bed quilt, everything was the same as it was more than a year ago, the room was always cleaned, so it was spotless.Liu Yiran led Fang Wenqing into the room and sat down, Fang Wenqing looked around the elegant room, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said lightly

"Looks like you've had a good time"

Liu Yiran said

"It used to be the residence of an uncle. After the uncle passed away, the master let me live in. The master treated me like his own son. I have lived here since I was six years old."

Fang Wenqing snorted lightly, got up and rushed out the door, Liu Yiran was stunned, he didn't know what he had said wrongly to make him unhappy, he either persuaded him or not, and stood there blankly looking at Wei Wei The trembling bamboo door, after a long time, sighed and entered the inner room, looked at the tablet on the table, on which was written "the spiritual tablet of Li's lotus seed", Liu Yiran knelt down slowly, and said hoarsely

"Mother, my son is not filial. It took me so long to come to see you, and I have let down your spirit in heaven. My son will never leave you alone again when I come back this time...Mother, my son misses you. For a year,...baby, baby is not filial"

Liu Yiran kowtowed heavily, looked sideways at the door, and then turned back to look at the memorial tablet. The past was so fast that he couldn't bear to look back. The corners of Liu Yiran's eyes were red and he was at a loss and said, "I have a lot to say to my mother, my son, my son." Falling in love with... falling in love with a man, the habit of breaking sleeves, has always been hated by the world, but, baby... Really, falling in love with him, baby knows, may never I can't get his sincerity, but my boy, I still want to be with him, my boy is so confused, mother, tell me, what should I do, what should I do..."

At the end of the words, I was sobbing, and I returned to the days when I was kicked out of the house when I was four years old and begged around alone, floating like a gust of wind.

After paying homage to his mother, Liu Yiran wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and went out to look for the figure of that person.

At the foot of the mountain stream, the man stood with his hands behind his back, the autumn wind blowing his robes, the man was high above him like the bright moon in the sky, making him difficult to get close to, his natural arrogance and domineering, the loneliness of being under one person and above ten thousand people was deeply felt His eyes hurt, Liu Yiran no longer wanted to think about why Fang Wenqing hated him so much, he just wanted to get close to him a little bit, to accompany him to see the world's flowers bloom and bloom, and accompany him to grow old and die in the palace.Liu Yiran walked forward step by step, every step she took was extremely firm.

Liu Yiran stepped forward to stand with him, looked at the beautiful scenery, and said "thank you" after a long time, with an extremely sincere tone.

Fang Wenqing didn't look back at him, nor did he reply.

"After tonight, I will go back with you tomorrow, and from now on, I will never leave half a step away"

Fang Wenqing looked at his calm eyes in amazement, as clear as the gurgling mountains and rivers in front of him, Fang Wenqing was moved by the meaning of those words for a moment, but it was only for a moment that he suppressed it. Keeping the ripples in my heart, I secretly reminded myself of the vows and humiliation of the past.

The two just stood like this, neither of them said a word, until Master Puguang ordered someone to bring the fast food, and then they both entered the house.

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The sun is setting, the evening is slightly cold, the sky is full of clouds and clouds, and the whole bamboo forest is lit up with smoke, like a dream.

It's like the autumn of the first life, and I don't know the different dreams of the next life.

Just sigh, the prosperity is like a rest, and the curtain is like a flute.

On the third day, the two of them returned all the way, chasing the wind and the moon.

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