Qin Zong's eyes were cold and he could not see any emotion.

He did not answer simple words, but just shook the bottle between his slender fingers, and occasionally raised his head to drink. Soon, a pile of bottles came out.

Jian Yi frowned slightly, pressed his brow with his right hand, grabbed the wine bottle with his left hand, and looked at each other with Liu Wu, all of which saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Liu Wu: "Third brother! Stop drinking!"

"I'll be drunk if I drink it again!"

"It's useless for you to drink like this!"

Liu Wuxiao frowned. He couldn't see him. The third brother had never had such a time.

"I'll call Yan Tao over!"

"I want to ask him what's going on!"

The third brother became like this now!

When Qin Zong heard the sound, he raised his handsome face slightly, his eyes were shining cold and cold, and his expression was also cold, as scary as the cold ice iron in winter.

His eyes were cold and full of warnings.

Liu Wu was so scared that he retreated back and shrank his neck to see Jianyi.

"Second brother! What should we do?"

Jian Yi frowned slightly.

Qin Zong is like this, so he can't solve this matter.

"Just drink."

"Today, we will be drunk with you."

Jian Yi reopened a bottle of wine and handed it to Liu Wuyi, "After and foremost, we brothers haven't drunk together for a long time."

"The last time I drank, it was a lot of years ago..."

Liu Wu's eyes moved slightly, and then he raised his head to drink wine.

Qin Zong sat on the sofa, his hands resting on his legs, his whole body was cold and cold, his face was cold and noble, and he faintly felt cold.

My heart was upset, and I felt a little vaguely heartache and confusion.

He rarely has such a depressed moment.

Just lower your head and eyes and go to drink.

*

Qingyang Temple.

After dinner, Young Master Yan sat bored on the steps in the yard. His slender legs crossed the two steps and fell to the ground. His laziness and slack posture made people feel depressed again.

There are many species 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 jump around,

Wu Chen also sat on the steps, sensed the boy's slightly depressed mood, and chuckled softly, "Young Master Yan, do you have any trouble? Tell me, maybe I can help?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell lightly on Wuchen's face, his thin lips curled gently, and he smiled silently, "Wuchen, you have worshipped in the Buddhist temple since you were young. Have you ever liked someone when you were young? Have you ever violated the precepts in the temple?"

"... Breaking the precepts is naturally common," Wu Chen smiled, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face. "I didn't want to become a monk at that time. It was common for me to run out of the temple. But Senior Brother Wuzhi had great expectations for me, hoping that I could seriously study Buddhist scriptures and understand Buddhist truths. It was common for rebellion and punishment when I was young."

"It was just that something happened later, and I suddenly realized that some people and some things in this world are destined. Just like me, according to the words of the senior brother of the abbot, entering Buddhism and becoming a monk, is the path I should take in this life."

When Wuchen spoke, he raised his eyes slightly, and the stars shone brightly on the deep sky. He raised his hand slightly, and a string of Buddhist beads were wrapped around his fair wrists.
Chapter completed!