Chapter 1118

Qin Zong's eyes were cold and light, and he couldn't see any emotion.

He did not answer the simple words, but shook the wine bottle between his slender fingers, raised his head to drink from time to time, and soon a pile of wine bottles were empty.

Jane frowned slightly, pressed the center of her eyebrows with her right hand, grabbed the wine bottle with her left hand, and looked at each other with Liu Wu. They all saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Liu Wu: "third brother! Don't drink!"

"If you drink again, you'll be really drunk!"

"It's no use drinking like this!"

Liu Wu frowned. He couldn't see it. The third brother had never looked like this before.

"I'll call Yantao!"

"I'll ask him what's going on!"

My third brother has become what he is now!

Hearing the sound, Qin Zong raised his handsome face slightly. The light under his eyes was cold, and his expression was also cold. It was as frightening as frosty iron in winter.

His eyes were cold and full of warning.

Liu wusou retreated and shrunk his neck to see it.

"Second brother! What shall we do?"

She frowned slightly.

Qin Zong is so, that is, he can't solve the matter.

"Drink."

"Today, we'll get drunk with you."

Simple reopened a bottle of wine and handed it to Liu Wu, "about, our brothers haven't been drinking together for a long time."

"The last time I drank, it was many years ago..."

Liu Wu's eyes moved gently, and then he looked up and poured wine.

Qin Zong leaned on the sofa and put his hands on his legs at will. His whole body was cold and his face was cold and noble.

Upset, and some vague heartache and confusion.

He seldom has such a low time.

Just look down and drink.

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Qingyang temple.

After dinner, young master Yan sat bored on the steps in the hospital. His slender legs crossed the two steps and fell to the ground. His lazy posture just made people feel depressed on his face.

There are many kinds of birds and even owls hanging upside down on the eaves of Qingyang temple.

One or two are not afraid of people. They fall into the yard to peck and chatter,

Wuchen also sat on the steps, sensed the boy's slightly depressed mood, and smiled gently, "young master Yan, but what's bothering you? If you say it, maybe I can help?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, his eyes floated lightly onto the clean face, his thin lips gently hooked and smiled silently, "clean, have you ever liked anyone when you were a teenager? Have you ever violated the commandments in the temple?"

"... breaking the commandments is a common thing," said Wuchen with a gentle smile on his handsome and dusty face. "I didn't want to become a monk at that time. It's common to run out of the temple, but senior brother Wuzhi gave me great expectations. I hope I can seriously study Buddhist Classics and understand the truth of Buddhism. It's also common to be punished for rebellion when I was young."

"But something happened later. I suddenly realized that some people and things in this world are doomed. It's like me. According to the Abbot's senior brother, entering Buddhism and becoming a monk is the way I should go in this life."

When Wuchen spoke, he raised his eyes slightly. The stars on the deep sky were shining brightly. He raised his hand slightly, and a string of Buddha beads wrapped around his white wrist.

The young and handsome monk looked up at the sky with a compassionate expression. His face was dusty and ethereal, and he was not stained with half the world of mortals.