In this way, we couldn't figure out what was wrong with the mirror, so we chose the stupidest solution. Because apart from Mei Duo, Su Qiaoran and I don't need much rest, so Mei Duo sometimes guards the mirror with us, and if she is tired, she will go to the back room to rest.

But even so, we held on for a day and a night, but there was still no gain, and the time for Meadow's sacrifice was over. So we asked Basang to go home and talk to their parents, so that Meadow and we stayed in the front hall.

I don't know if there will be any results, but this is the best way to do it at the moment.

Just do it, one day and one night.

The next day was still a day and a night.

On the night of the third day.

Mei Duo was a little sleepy, so she went to rest first, and Su Qiaoran and I waited quietly in the place where the relics of the previous life Warats were enshrined in the former rite hall, waiting, occasionally chatting a few words, and occasionally changing the time for simple cultivation.

At two o'clock in the second half of the night, we saw the mirror of the seventh world shining faintly in the candlelight, although faintly, but it was already a vision than before.

The reason why things are done by candlelight is because although there is electricity in the Bra Palace, but because the former ceremonial hall is the main hall of the Bra Palace, but because the former ritual elders who guard the hall are also in charge of sacrifices and ceremonies, they do not support the power in the Bra Palace, so the whole temple, only the Bra Palace still uses candlelight to write and work.

That's why we're so hard. If it weren't for the snow region, it could increase the speed of cultivation, and the Bura Palace was the place with the strongest energy around the snow region, which would have a double effect on cultivation with half the effort. Su Qiaoran might make some kind of trouble again.

It was two o'clock in the second half of the night. At this time, Su Qiaoran was still quietly cultivating, and I was on guard.

Seeing such a vision, of course, I couldn't let it go, I gently woke up Su Qiaoran, after Su Qiaoran opened her eyes slightly, I pointed to the faintly glowing mirror, and made a gesture to shut up, signaling her not to make a sound.

In this way, the two of us slowly approached the mirror, and also gathered a small amount of ability to slightly strengthen our ears and hearing, only hoping to hear the "terrifying sound" rumored in the temple.

We slowly get closer to the mirror, and the closer we get to the mirror, the louder we hear.

After a distance of about one meter, we can hear it clearly: "The world is safe and secure, and it lives up to it~"

The voice was faint, but the sentence was clear, and after this sentence was uttered, the faint light of the mirror disappeared.

When the light from the mirror dissipated and the sound disappeared, we made sure that there were no anomalies, and we resumed our previous movements and began to discuss what we had seen and heard.

"The world is safe and secure, and it lives up to it?" Su Qiaoran thought for a moment and said, "What does this mean?"

"You should know!" I had a little doubt about Su Qiaoran's hobbies, and asked with a black line, "Do you know nothing but decoration?"

"No, I know it's a poem by a great poet!" But why is this poem happening?" asked Su Qiaoran.

"Eh, how can I save you, my big sister!" I shook my head helplessly, "This poem is the famous love poem written by the Seventh Generation, that is, the owner of the mirror!"

"Ah?!" Su Qiaoran looked at me with a puzzled look and a blank look, "He, isn't he a monk!"

"Yes, he is indeed a monk, but..."

As we turned, we found that Meadow had already come over and was standing at the back door watching us.

"Mei Duo, you're awake!" Su Qiaoran saw Mei Duo standing there, so he shouted, "Come here, listen to the dust!"

"Phew, what a showman! That's called erudition, even if you say I'm a storyteller, it's much better than showmanship!" I knocked Su Qiaoran and said to Su Qiaoran.

As I spoke, Meadow came up to us, and since we had been here for a few days, he sent for three small chairs for us to sit on, and three futons on the ground for us to sit in a change of position occasionally. The three of us sat in small chairs, and after we had finished talking to Meadow about all the things we had seen, I began to tell them some of the things I knew.

"Actually, I don't know much, I can only tell you what I know!" I cleared my throat and continued, "As the world knows, the 7th Varatso, also known as Rinpo Gyatso, is a great king of the snow. When compared with this, he is more well-known to the world as a poet, "The world is safe and perfect, live up to it", or "Walking on the streets of L City, I am the most beautiful lover in the world". These are poems that we and even many people are familiar with. ”

"Stop, stop, let's wait!" Su Qiaoran suddenly interrupted me, "I just said, the Seventh Wara, he is a monk, how come all the love poems that have been handed down are all love poems?"

"Yes, isn't that the deterrence of the Seventh Lord?" Meadow also asked.

"Let you two interrupt me, I was about to say!" I paused, and continued, "He is indeed a monk, but why is it that love poems are circulated in the world. I don't know about this, but the current Warat told me that they can have their own life before the age of fifteen, maybe he is a man who values love and righteousness, maybe he also has a girl he loves before the age of fifteen, so in the end he will have a lot of reluctance, and naturally show a lot of feelings. ”

"You say that, it does make sense, but this is just a direction, even if it is true, we don't know how to solve this matter!" Su Qiaoran said the key to the problem.

"Meadow, do you have any opinions?" I said, looking at the thoughtful Meadow.

Meadow has always been a meticulous person, so I wanted to hear her opinion.

"I think the focus should be on the poem you heard!" Mei Duo analyzed it very seriously, "You said, the Seventh Lord is a love poem that has been passed down in the world, and it may be that he has been trapped by love all his life, so can we think that the last wish of the Seventh Lord may also be related to love? In other words, he wants us to take care of the woman he has been thinking about?"

"How is it possible! After so many years, even if she is still alive, she should already be an old woman, or a house full of children and grandchildren! We shouldn't bother people!" Su Qiaoran thought about it for a moment and said what she thought.

"It's not a possibility!" I said.

"What can we do then?" said Meadow a little anxiously, "this is really embarrassing for us!"

"Actually, it's not impossible!" I smiled.

"What, do you have a way?" Su Qiaoran also asked me a little anxiously.

"Let's ask our Qianli Elder!" I said as I looked at the direction of the back door that Su Qiaoran came out of.