Squeak......

With a soft sound, the red-lacquered Buddha door opened a crack in the door.

An eight- or nine-year-old monk poked his head out from behind the red lacquered wooden door, and hurriedly closed the door when he saw Jiang Chang'an, but unfortunately he was still a step too slow.

Jiang Changan held it with one palm, leaned over and made a grimace, and said, "Little Famer, why are you so afraid of me? Don't worry, I'm not here to play today, what about you, Uncle Kong, let him get out!"

"Amitabha, Jiang Gongzi, the abbot has a life, anyone can enter the temple today, only you and the people you brought cannot. ”

"Hey, I'll tell you, you weren't born when I pulled your abbot's beard, hurry up and let you be obedient!"

In addition, the abbot asked the little monk to tell you that the Jingang array in the temple had been opened, and Jiang Gongzi naturally knew that he was advancing and retreating. The little monk was still childish, and quickly closed the mountain gate after speaking.

Jiang Changan sighed: "Even the big array of guarding the temple has been opened, it seems that this time it is really serious." ”

When Lin Xiangxiang heard this, she knelt down directly in front of the mountain gate, and shouted with all her might: "Masters and monks, I beg you, I want to see the empty side, I beg you!"

Jiang Chang'an couldn't bear it: "Why are you suffering? The monks of Nituo Temple are all bare-headed stones with six points, useless." ”

Lin Xiangxiang turned a deaf ear, and said unswervingly: "If you don't see it for a day, then I'll kneel for a day, and if you don't come out after a month, then I'll settle down at the foot of the mountain and wait until he comes out!"

Jiang Changan said thoughtfully: "Actually, Miss Xiangxiang has already told everything when she was in Junya Building, right?

"'Koi listen to the stone monk Zen, the stone monk Zen, the mirror in the sky, the oblique wind and rain, the sky sleeps, the next life reads the king, the heart cries and the soul smokes. 'Miss Yan'er is only singing in the first half of Junyalou. ”

The fog drizzled and the rain poured heavily in the blink of an eye.

The heavy rain in front of her reminded Lin Xiangxiang of the time when she first met him.

Every story always begins like this, at the right time.

It should have been more than 500 years ago, a March day.

Or a koi fish in the lotus pond in front of the Nituo Temple, the most leisure work of the whole day is to look up at the blue sky, take advantage of the rainy weather to surface on the water, in her life, there should only be a clear lotus and lotus root as a companion, not even fish and shrimp.

Gradually, she got tired of seeing the sky, and she was clear to every corner of the pool, and slowly she felt a deep loneliness.

But there is no way, she is just a koi, and if she wants to cultivate into a human form to get rid of the title of demon beast, it will take at least four hundred years.

Finally, one day, a little monk in a Taoist robe came to the pool and found her, and she still remembers the curious and surprised look.

"Little koi?!hehe, first sight of Ann-"

Later, the little monk would come every day, with a Buddhist scripture in his hand, and sit by the pond and chant the scriptures for half a day every day.

When it rains, I wear a lotus leaf on my head, rain or shine.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and an accident, the bushes next to the river pond caught fire, and somehow even the water surface in the lotus pond was ignited with a nameless fire.

She watched Qinghe die with her own eyes, and watched the pool gradually dry up.

The fire spread towards her, and the flames enveloped her whole body, and she was about to die in an instant—

At this moment, a familiar figure rushed into the lotus pond surrounded by flowing fire and picked her up.

When she woke up again, she was already in the temple's fishpond, which was much smaller and she was the only living creature, but she was glad to be close to him this time.

Heaven has mercy, there is a sacred tree in the backyard of the temple, and the sacred tree gives birth to rich and pure spiritual power every day for people to improve their cultivation.

Speeding up her cultivation, she was one step closer to cultivating her human form.

After nearly a hundred years of peace, she had not had time to cultivate her human form, and he had already reached the twilight of his life.

Finally, one day, the news came that he was critically ill, and there was chaos in the monastery.

That day, the whole temple was saying that the Buddha had passed away, and at first she didn't understand what it meant, but then she slowly learned that she was dead, blinded, and couldn't wake up from her sleep.

After three hundred years, she cultivated into a human form, but she didn't say a word to him.

I have heard the lotus demon in the lotus pond say before that the reincarnation of the entire world was originally controlled by a green lantern transformed by a green lotus.

It's just that tens of thousands of years ago, the green lantern landed in the world, the six realms collapsed, and the order was disordered, but after reincarnation, cause and effect still retained, and he may still remember many things after reincarnation.

She was determined to go to him.

Later, she entered Cangzhou, and heard that many men would go to a place called Qinglou in Yingzhou, and she hoped that he would be able to appear there.

Rather than looking for it in the vast expanse, it is better to make yourself well-known to everyone.

Gradually, she won the name of Cangzhou Qinglou Oiran with her loud singing voice and alluring appearance, and she had a new name in Cangzhou City, called Lin Xiangxiang.

Just so that one day the people who are waiting can know her and find her when they pass by.

Although it is a business of selling art and not selling one's body, there are always some rich sons who are willing to pay a high price to buy a first night, but they are rejected one by one.

March.

Cangzhou City is a continuous rainy weather, dripping.

The light gray sky will not be clear, like an old, heavy handkerchief above this world.

Before it had been long, the sky was overcast again, and there was a faint dampness, and it seemed that it was going to rain again from time to time.

She has long been the Oiran of the largest green building in Cangzhou, standing on the high pavilion on the second floor, wearing a navy blue floral dress, although it is more gloomy than this day, there are still countless people who squeeze their heads to see the beauty, and the sky is beautiful.

As soon as the sky was bright, the eaves dripped, falling on his paper umbrella.

He was wearing a shabby Taoist robe, but his hair was shaved like a monk, holding an umbrella in one hand and performing a Buddhist ritual in the other, standing at a distance from her, and said warmly: "The little monk of Nituo Temple is Faran, at the request of Miss Xiangxiang, to get rid of the evil spirits." Hatsumi Ann—"

She didn't speak, but looked at him for a long time.

At Ni Tuo Temple, Fa Ran is known as the reincarnated man of the Buddha.

Except for the monk who rushed out of the fire with her in his arms, Lin Xiangxiang had never seen anyone like him, and when he saw her, he was able to keep his face unchanged and deal with the world indifferently.

Lin Xiangxiang used the excuse of removing the evil cult and left him to live in the Qinglou, so that he was also hated by thousands of people.

After all, the good times will not last long, and the chaos in people's hearts is the most difficult to guess. Twelve well-known cultivators in Cangzhou said that this high-ranking monk who mixed up in the Qinglou was a demon monk, and they jointly killed Fa Ran in the name of subduing demons.

Twelve people, twelve evil hearts, all of them intended to occupy this alluring beauty, no one expected that this red dust lover in the eyes of others set himself on fire in the room that night, and there was no corpse.

Later, after several decades, Yingzhou Junyalou added an Oiran named Yan'er Girl, and the limelight was close to the Xiangxiang girl in Cangzhou back then.

It didn't take long for Cangzhou to have the news that the famous spirits had killed twelve wealthy businessmen one after another.

"It turns out that those twelve wealthy merchants were the twelve cultivators of that year. ”

Jiang Changan looked at Lin Xiangxiang with sympathy in her eyes, and then she realized that the so-called five-hundred-year-old soul in Yun Qianqian's mouth did not mean that she had been dead for five hundred years, but that she had been practicing for nearly five hundred years before her death.

"Don't these twelve people deserve to die?!" Lin Xiangxiang said hatefully.

After decades of hard searching, she went through a lot of hardships to find another reincarnation of the Buddha, and it was also the reincarnation of Fa Ran-

Lin Xiangxiang looked at this ancient temple, the love of the three lives, and now there is only the wish to see each other for the last time......

In a secluded ancient hall in the backyard of Nituo Temple.

The dust in the hall accumulates, the cobwebs are vertical and horizontal, the statue of the Buddha has been incomplete, there is a lamp and candle in front of the statue, three or two faint light is mottled by the light and shadow of the four walls, and there is no other foreign object.

There was a monk kneeling in front of the lamp, with a wooden expression, bowing his head to Zen Sutra, and the abbot of Wuyin in a robe stood behind him, with a hidden unbearability in his eyes.

Suddenly, the monk seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Master, the disciple has a question, why did a fire suddenly break out in the pool more than 400 years ago?

No cause replied: "Get rid of the demons in your heart." ”

"What is a demon? Little Koi is a demon? Why?"