When the other monks saw their senior brother returning to the house, they looked at each other for several times. After all, no one could bear to watch Yi Tianxing chew meat and drink wine in the ancient temple. They also knew that this noble person could not afford to offend him, so they had to turn a blind eye to the house and sleep.

Back in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the back garden, Yi Tianxing took out the things in the box one by one and placed them on the stone table.

Yuan Ye’s skill in serving people is quite good, and he prepared so richly in such a short time. Yi Tianxing was drooling, looking at the braised hand-pulled rabbits, chicken soup, crabs, hay and edamame on the stone table... all of them are authentic dishes.

How can this delicacy be without wine?

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and there is an idle person under the pavilion.

Yi Tianxing tore up a piece of rabbit meat and put it into his lips, chewed it gently, allowing the red oil seeping from the shredded meat to slowly exert out, soaking it from the base of the tongue to the upper palate with spicy fragrance, then slowly swallowed it, then picked up the small wine glass in his hand, flipped his wrist and drank it all.

"Good wine!"

He took a few more edamames and put them in wine. He felt that the beans were full of green. Although he couldn't understand why there were edamames in this winter, the taste was enough to overestimate the question. He looked slightly, as if he was intoxicated by the food, but his fingers subconsciously tapped the tabletop, obviously thinking about something.

"Uh my dear mother, I'm so tempted. How could the master still resist talking?"

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After drinking all the wine, chewed all the beans, tearing all the rabbit meat, and gnawing all the crabs. The ancient temple's back garden, only the moonlight was left.

But the ancestors still refused to speak.

Yi Tianxing sighed and wiped his oily hands on his body. He was about to leave sadly, but he heard a very low crying sound from the temple.

I followed the sound and found that in a meditative room in the back garden, our former gangster and the poor prisoner of today - Lao Xing, were wiping the innocent tears of the middle-aged man.

Yi Tianxing gently knocked on the window and said expressionlessly: "Living is better than dying. Life in the temple may be good for you."

Old Xing looked up in confusion, then saw him, opened his lips, and was about to speak, but listened to Yi Tianxing's next words.

"In this world, everyone has their own necessities and their own reluctance. I understand what you are thinking, just treat it as accumulating virtue for your son. I think you have done a lot of bad things in your life, and it will be beneficial to recite scriptures in the future."

After saying this, he brought the remaining food into the room, and he returned to the pavilion in the middle of the lake a little reluctantly.

Yi Tianxing turned around and looked at the hut. Suddenly, his heart moved. He took a erhu out of the cardboard box and walked along the corridor on the lake.

About ten meters in front of the hut, he gently stretched out his palm, and with a "buzzing" sound, the light green Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle appeared and disappeared, shaking his palm open.

He looked into the sky with his eyes and calculated the range of this Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle.

Then he tilted his toes, and the bluestone slab under his feet shattered inch by inch, and his people were shocked by the force of recoil to fly into the night sky. When he was about to fall, he relaxed his feet and hugged the point at the top of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle like a koala.

He hugged him very gently and carefully, so he was not shaken away, but was held back by the light blue demon-subduing circle.

Amid the moonlight, he sat up cautiously and clumsyly.

The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is invisible to the naked eye. At this time, Yi Tianxing seemed to float in the sky in the sky, looking very strange.

After sitting there for such a lot of trouble, it was not that he had figured out how to save his ancestors, but because he had thought a long time ago that one day, he would sit on the top of this Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle to play the erhu!

Sitting on this is like sitting in the void, floating and misty, it is really like an immortal playing the erhu - that is extraordinary!

Yi Tianxing sat firmly with a trembling trembling. When he looked at the foot of his feet, he found that there was a clear air. From this angle, he looked at the temple in the night and the winter trees outside the temple had a unique feeling.

This illusion of sitting in the air made him feel even more happy that he was about to ride the wind and laughed foolishly.

Perhaps it was Lao Xing's previous sad face that made him feel sad, so the erhu sounded and that song was the song.

"How many confidants are there in life in the world

How many friendships last forever

Today we will shake hands with you

Friendship is always in your hearts

Let's leave today

He will definitely get together in the court.

Even if you can't meet

Always a friend

It is said that there are thousands of miles of mountains blocking the two places.

You don't need to meet and know it

Friendship cannot be changed”

The song played by Chow Yun-fat in the prison was particularly sad because he pulled it. Fat Mom's strange singing style was even more strange because he sang it, but the faint sorrow and helplessness in the excitement all leaked out without any loss.

The original song of Green Island Serenade was changed by Lao Lu to make Zhou Lanping's vicissitudes. Yi Tianxing couldn't stop feeling sad while pulling the erhu. He couldn't see the moon, Lin and Temple, and Lei Lei didn't write a letter yet.

This song is very suitable: Old Xing in the temple was imprisoned by Yi Tianxing, Yi Tianxing was imprisoned by secular affairs, and who was his ancestor and master imprisoned by?

The young man's singing voice echoed around in the quiet back garden.

One Guiyuan Temple, three prisoners.
Chapter completed!