不回去！”程云朔跟撒酒疯似的，无比抗拒，“我不回去，不回去！”                                                                                “好好好，你不回去，那就去我们家。”杜扬看杜泰，他们俩一起把程云朔掺起来，掺起来后，对着清风道，“清风，你回去说一声，你们家世子今夜在我家过夜。”                                                                                “是。”                                                                                清风麻利的跑回去。                                                                                这边杜扬和杜泰一起扛着程云朔往他们家走去，刚出酒馆，迎面撞上一个老和尚。                                                                                程云朔喝得烂醉，杜扬和杜泰也没强多少，两人脚步都虚浮，这一撞，两人各自往后头退一步，中间架着的程云朔则是被他们俩这一带，砸向那老和尚。                                                                                老和尚长得又干又瘦，须发皆白，可别看他跟个老帮菜似的，一出手稳稳当当的接住了程云朔。                                                                                喝得烂醉的程云朔迷迷瞪瞪睁开眼，他看着面前的老和尚，“你，你是谁呀？”                                                                                “老僧法号圆清，阿弥陀佛。”