Fujiwara opened her eyes.

The thick ink even peaks stand on the sea of fog, the waterfall of nine days is like a white dragon straight down, the strange stones stand in a forest, the pine wood is evergreen, the mountains and rivers are hazy, the four directions are ethereal, such as in the fairyland.

She was now standing on the top of the highest mountain, and at her feet was covered with tender bracken hanging with morning dew. Looking down from here, the eyes are full of ink color, and there is no sense of reality. However, the damp, fresh air that flowed into her lungs, with the scent of the forest and flowing water, told her clearly to her senses that this was all reality.

At least, all her feelings at the moment are real.

The scenery in front of her reminded her of the Chinese landscape paintings she had seen in her father's room more than a thousand years ago, when she was still a wealthy lady. She has always taken it for granted that such a superb view should only exist in the painting. It was only now, until this real picture scroll was spread out in front of her, that she truly realized that all paintings were derived from reality.

"Okay, stop. ”

Mei Hong held her forehead and covered her eyes with her hands, no longer attracted by the scenery in front of her. At other times, she is willing to stand in this position for a whole year, to appreciate and feel the morning and twilight of the mountains and clouds. But, is it time to enjoy the scenery?

Then again, how the hell did she get here?

"It's a bit of a mess, let me figure out my thoughts......"

Mei Hong hugged her arms and lowered her head to think.

She was supposed to be in the dimly lit casino building, with her friends, fighting the rebellious demons to the death. She remembers being enraged and launching an unsuccessful raid, greeted by a painful death and rebirth, and everything was slowly running on a "normal" track.

But then, the flash of light robbed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was in a completely strange place: no red moon, no arrogant enemies and reliable companions, no copper-smelling casino décor, not even the slightest hint of Gensukyo.

Yes, it's just a spectacle copied from the ink painting.

In the end, the idea that came out was that there was no idea, and Meihong fell into complete confusion.

Where was she? What time was it?What time was the battle?Was her friends okay?Was the mutation resolved?

All of this, one question after another popping up from her head, has only one common answer, and that is "I don't know". Since everything is unknown, it is pointless to speculate on good speculation or bad intentions. She could make up a tragic heroic script in a matter of seconds, "being transported to a thousand years later in the middle of a decisive battle, and then realizing that the battle was lost, and the death of relatives and friends wiped away their tears and started revenge", but what good was that?

So, returning to reality, Mei Hong took a step forward and began to look for clues.

There is a typical karst landscape here, with mountains rising from flat ground, not high, but very steep. The humid climate gives birth to heavy clouds and mist, churning in the low air, like the waves of the waves. The mountain peaks rise abruptly from this sea of fog, and the ground is like a reef by the sea, which has a feeling of a secret place outside the world. If there really are immortals, the place where they become immortals is nothing more than a place similar to this place.

The space at the top of these hills is usually small, but large enough for a small temple to stand on. Clearing the clouds and mist, walking quickly, Mei Hong really found such a small temple on the mountain where she was.

Or rather, the ruins of a small temple.

Crumbling facades, perforated roofs, weedy courtyards, walls covered with mossy vines, eaves full of nests of birds and insects. After the departure of human beings, nature has taken over this ancient Chinese temple again, and the lush green color is not only comforting to people's hearts, but also inexplicably, revealing a sense of sadness that things are wrong with people.

I don't know if it's because the structure of this temple is ingenious enough, or because of some psychological factors, as soon as Mei Hong stepped into the front yard of this temple, she could clearly feel that the surrounding noise had disappeared. The chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, the wind blowing the trees, all of them, the sounds of her surroundings, stopped the moment she stepped into the temple walls. Time seems to have stopped flowing, just as that moment is eternal, "Zen" realm.

"Papasha", "Pasha"

It was the sound of her feet stepping on the wet and rough sand. At this moment, the slightest sound sounded as if a hammer had fallen to the ground, extremely harsh.

The main entrance of the small temple has long been decayed, and only a few remain, which were originally used to strengthen the wooden door, and the rusty iron poles are hanging crookedly. Mei Hong walked through the front yard, pushed away the iron rods with a "squeak", and came to the temple.

There is nothing empty, dust is everywhere, and only four walls are left, which is the general environment in the temple. In short, it's what an uninhabited building should look like, nothing new...... Except for the teenager.

There was a big hole in the roof of the temple, and he sat right underneath it. The sunlight poured down the hole like a pillar, lighting up the dust and moisture in the air, and at the same time shining the young man's gray hair. Dressed in spotless, loose plain clothes, he sat on the floor of the ruined temple, on the cold, dusty floor. He was bathed in sunlight, only three feet wide, bowing his head in contemplation, motionless, as if it were fake, but alive.

Out of the earthly world, those who are not stained with mortal dust are also immortals.

To Mei Hong's surprise, when this young man appeared in front of her, she didn't even have a trace of turmoil in her heart, as if she had known that he was here.

Or rather, she had been expecting him to be here.

In other words, the scenery and environment seen along the way seem to be paving the way for his appearance.

"Who's coming?"

At the moment when Meihong stepped into the house, the young man opened his mouth to ask, but his eyes were still closed.

Originally, Mei Hong wanted to say, "You won't know when you open your eyes", but later, as soon as her head turned, she changed her mind. I saw a light smile on her face, and replied:

"In Shimotoei, the daughter of the Fujiwara clan, Fujiwara Sister Red. ”

"Why?"

"I'm coming to you and I'm going to get some answers. ”

Mei Hong said that, strode forward, sat cross-legged in the shadows in front of the young man, and faced the young man. The side of the pillar of sunshine is the dividing line where the two sit opposite each other, the young man is in the light, and the sister is in the dark, which together is a pair of yin and yang.

"The life given by the parents, the heaven and the earth determine their life and death, the ghosts and gods judge their good and evil, the morning dew is said to be 'life', and the sunset is 'death'. Mei Hongyan said, "Tell me, overnight, different paths are also the same, and all living beings work hard and have no peace for a day, why is it?"

When the young man heard this, he slowly opened his blue eyes, and saw the smile of his sister.

"You are very knowledgeable, can you solve this puzzle for us," she added, "Mr. Baili Bailing?"