14.Epilogue

In the deep cloud, the night bells of the temple became vague.

Under the linden tree, a cyan figure stood quietly.

"Shusha--"

Someone came over.

The man opened his eyes slowly.

Little Shami in gray monk's clothes folded his hands together.

"Han Shizhu, the rice is already cooked, so come scoop it and eat it."

"Thank you, Master." He thanked him warmly, and his demeanor was so heartbreaking that several passing female guests couldn't keep looking back for a few times.

The abbot of Zhaojue Temple had a meal with him.

The vegetarian food of the clear soup and wisteria is like tasting the supreme delicacy. Every move is like the breeze and the moon, his eyes are pure and clean.

Like a newborn child.

"Lin Liang, do you really not intend to enter my Buddhist door?" The abbot said with a sigh.

A year ago, he traveled all over the world and moved to Wushuang City. He suddenly saw the city's main palace go into the water. In the fallen corner, he vaguely saw his personal shadow buried under it, and immediately dug it out with bare hands. The female corpse in her arms had long lost her life and could not be saved. Fortunately, the man was still in a sigh of relief. The abbot took his life from King Yan Luo.

It was hard to wait for someone to wake up, but he forgot everything.

The abbot looked at his blank eyes, moved his lips, and still did not say the existence of the unknown female corpse.

The next day, Wushuangcheng changed its new owner.

The abbot did not want to delve into the twists and turns during this period, so he took the man who lost his memory back to Zhaojue Temple and gave him his vulgar surname Han.

The man has forgotten everything, and he always remembers a name very firmly.

I kept thinking during the coma.

The abbot was a little bit behind his ears, unable to hear clearly, and could only spell out the words on his lips.

Lin ... good?

The abbot simply called him Han Linliang.

After bringing the people back, the abbot more and more felt that he had picked up the treasure. The man had a very high level of understanding, and he had a better understanding of the Jingyi than some old monks. The abbot could not wait to take him as a true disciple immediately so as to inherit his mantle.

As a result, the opponent always refused again and again.

This time is no exception.

The man shook his head with a smile, "Abbot is really, Lin Liang's red dust is gone, how can he escape into the Buddha's gate? I'm afraid it will pollute this square."

The abbot twisted the beads and did not continue to speak.

Red dust is a barrier, and it is the most troublesome.

Even if he couldn't remember anything, that obsession was still moving.

He wanted to find that person.

Lin Lang.

The man meditated.

I don't know why, when I thought of the name, I was very happy and happy, as if blooming flowers.

This seems to be the girl's name.

So ... will this be his favorite?

A long cloud-like skirt, a half-pull of blue silk, and a golden phoenix tail, the tassel at the ear slowly swayed in the wind, bending down and folding the flower branch gently.

It seemed to notice that someone looked at her, and the woman wanted to turn around.

He nervously grabbed the clothes corner.

wake up.

He was a little annoyed and thumped on the bed board, and it was obviously so little that he could see the person who made him think about it.

By the window, the night was cold, and there was a faint sound of laughter.

His ears have always been excellent, and he can easily hear the conversations of others.

Today ... is it the Shangyuan Festival?

Since coming to Zhaojue Temple, the man has always slept very early. He wakes up like this, and he feels sleepless, so he puts on his shoes and plans to go out for a walk.

Unconsciously came to the crowded street.

"Your son, your vision is really good. My family's lamp is the most beautiful on the street. Would you like to buy one for your wife?" The stall owner introduced warmly.

The man's slender fingers gently touched the man in the lantern. Under the bright moon, the beautiful woman held the bright red palace lantern lightly and raised her face slightly, as if talking to someone.

A poem is mentioned above.

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market lights were daylight.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

Really beautiful mood.

He thought that he was about to take the silver two and bought it. The other hand suddenly stretched out and took away the running lights.

The man froze slightly.

In sight, a couple appeared.

The man in the black robes handed the light to the woman without expression, "Send you."

Although the surface does not care, the ears are secretly red.

The woman's eyebrows were as pretty as a crescent moon, and she deliberately teased him, "It's really not sincere, you look at others, you all guessed and won back from the riddle, you are good, just buy it for me, so perfunctory." Grievously pursed that beautiful lips.

"..."

His brain would only be an accountant and a housekeeper, asking him to guess the riddle?

It's almost like asking for old life!

Forget it, looking at her pitiful appearance, of course, chose to forgive her.

The housekeeper closed his eyes, his heart crossed, and walked back to the place where he guessed the riddle.

If you are ashamed, you will be ashamed. There is no barrier for the big husband!

On the other side, he watched the couple leave with a smile, and hadn't recovered for a long time.

That man ... he seems to have seen him?

Where have you seen it?

He lost his mind and walked back to the temple with the newly-purchased Lantern.

Suddenly the wind blew, and the lights were turned off.

He chased past without thinking, and the lamp surface was burned for a small half. Under the light of the fire, he saw the other side of the poem clearly.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and the lights are still there.

But seeing last year, the acquaintance has become strange.

"Lin Lang ..."

The lips unknowingly overflow the name.

A thought flashed suddenly.

He turned and ran back, desperately pulling away the crowd.

"Hey, what are you doing, sick!"

He remembered.

All remembered.

He is Wei Yang. He has a younger sister's wife named Lin Lang.

"Hoohoo--"

He held back his throat, and his heart and lungs seemed to be squeezed, but he didn't dare to stop.

Finally, in a more secluded alley, a carriage with a navy blue curtain was parked.

Wei Young stunned.

The two were walking towards the carriage.

A small figure swayed into the woman's arms, shouting happily, "Cool!"

Lin Lang squeezed his fat and chubby little face and gave a soft boo, "Brother is still sleeping, brother, let's whisper, OK?"

The little boy with powder carving and jade seems to understand and nod.

Lin Lang touched his little head monster and asked his husband to move the little fat puddle back to the car.

Looking at the children in the car, while someone was unprepared, someone suddenly attacked, kissed her lips fiercely, and took her back to the car like no one else.

Lin Lang looked at him with a serious face that could no longer be serious, and actually did such a rogue thing, and couldn't help but tease him again.

The butler blushed a handsome face, "Don't make trouble, the children are still there."

At least, save him some face.

Otherwise, how do you control that little monkey in the future?

Lin Lang laughed terribly.

When she returned to the car, a small hand tugged her sleeve softly and rubbed her eyes, "Mother, you are back." Compared with the lively brother, the weak and sick brother is more shy. When he sees a stranger, he will only Timidly hiding behind her mother, her head buried, no one cares.

"Wake you up?" Lin Lang slowed his voice.

He shook his head and reached for a hug.

Lin Lang embraced the little baby with a smile.

Who said that to drive a mad mistress must sacrifice a child as a sacrifice?

Before taking this move, she had bought Afu beside the male leader.

I wish the carton baby that Jinse received was dead.

As for the stalk that the heart can save people, Lin Lang has always sneered. In the original plot, I wish Jinse could live, but the priest's words gave her some hope that he would really heal after eating.

The drowning man desperately grabbed this straw.

In fact, eating or not eating has no effect at all, and it is all psychotic. This is also called positive and negative cues.

I heard that the hostess went mad half a year ago, and her face-loving husband was imprisoned in the basement. Is it still a question whether he can come out?

Let her live in fear and guilt all her life.

Lin Lang opened the corner of the window screen slightly, and a corner of the clothes appeared at the corner of the alley, seeming to tremble.

She laughed.

Isn't this ending perfect?

Meet strangers.

Forget the horizon.

She is kind enough to the man.

Lin Lang supported his chin and thought, "Will a woman become particularly soft-hearted after giving birth? Anyway, she felt that her methods were much gentler.

Lin Lang shamelessly labeled herself as "good".

"drive--"

The man was rushing outside.

A dull cry came from behind.

She pretended not to hear.

His heart is ashamed.

"You, did you really think clearly?" The abbot said slowly.

Wei Yang lowered his eyebrows.

"Abbot, you can start."

A strand of green silk fell.

He closed his eyes.

"Weiyang."

"what?"

"I said, you will call it Weiyang in the future."

"The lingering spring is moving, and the night is young. The spring is born, the night is long, and it will never die. What do you think of this name?"

Lie.

It's all deceiving.

Your Weiyang is going to die.

Convert to Buddha.

Convert to the law.

Convert ... Convert ...

Convert to you.