Chagosuba......

These four words, I have heard a lot of sorrow in the past few days, and they are not unfamiliar - they are the "fake name" that Xie Buchen blurted out for her that day.

It's just that at this moment, looking at the snow lotus that the young man handed to her, she was confused for a while. I don't know if these four words he said were the name of this flower, or if he was calling his own name.

After being stunned for a moment, she didn't shy away from it, so she took the flower.

Then he asked, "Is this flower called 'Chagosuba'?"

"Same as you. ”

The boy's eyes were still clear, and his smile was still free of any impurities.

After he handed out the flower, his hands were put behind his back again, and he stood beside Jianchou, and his stature was not very high, so he reached the position of Jianchou's shoulders.

So, when I saw my sorrow, I understood.

Chagosuba, Snow Lotus.

The feeling at that moment was extremely subtle: she didn't know too much about the words and language of the snowy region, but the name that Xie Buchen blurted out in a hurry was worth pondering.

People are in a hurry, and it is easy to do things subconsciously.

At such times, they often inadvertently reveal some true thoughts in their hearts, revealing a lot of details that they would not normally expose.

It's a little interesting.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the snow-lotus flower that was bigger than a palm between her, felt the chill coming from the white petals, and smiled.

"Even I know my pseudonym, the legendary 'Holy Son' is really powerful and omniscient. ”

"Holy Son, what Holy Son?"

The young man's eyes widened in surprise, as if he was a little surprised, but in fact, the expression on his face did not change at all, and he looked extremely wise.

"How did I not know?"

Oh.

Not really.

Seeing the sorrowful gaze at him, it suddenly became intriguing. But she didn't say anything about it, just stared at the young man in front of her.

Ordinary people are stared at by her like this, even if it is nothing, I am afraid that they will have a little weakness.

But the young man standing beside her at this moment still maintained that kind of purity that was almost ignorant of the world, and looked back at her with those bright eyes.

When he saw the sorrow, he felt wonderful, and smiled: "If you don't know, you don't know, if you say no, you don't." ”

"You're more interesting than I thought. ”

When the young man heard her words, he seemed to be more and more happy, and with his hands behind his back, he turned his head to look at her, and his eyes showed some undisguised affection and appreciation, and he was about to say something more.

But at this moment, in the corridor behind them, the long row of prayer wheels suddenly moved. The crispness of the bell rang through the corridor, accompanied by the faint sound of the monks in the main hall chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Someone's coming.

And he was also a monk of the temple.

Seeing sorrow, he frowned slightly.

The young man looked into the corridor, and when he saw the red-clothed monks, he let out an "oops", showing a little regret, and stuck out his tongue at her playfully: "I ran out secretly, I gave Chagosuba to Chagosuba, then we are friends." Don't tell them you've seen me!"

"What......"

Before she could recover from his quick words, she looked up and saw the young man waving his hand at her, and the next moment he disappeared on the spot.

A short time later, the monks who had hurried through the corridor from the front of the temple arrived.

But standing behind this hall and looking ahead, there is only the sacred lake that reflects the sky, and the vast and boundless ice field that surrounds the holy lake.

Where is the shadow of the person they are looking for?

One of the monks at the head frowned fiercely, and when he saw Chou standing nearby, he asked directly without thinking, "You, did you see the holy ...... just now?" Just a young man in a white monk's robe?"

Was he originally going to ask the "Holy Son"?

Seeing that he remembered the frank and unrestrained demeanor of the young man just now when he said "what holy son" without changing his face, he laughed in his heart for a while, and wanted to sell him, but he didn't know where he was going, so he didn't have to sell it.

So, I had to "honestly" reply: "I don't see it." ”

"How so?"

On the serious face of the leading monk, his brows suddenly furrowed.

The rest of the monks were also very puzzled, obviously distressed by this matter: "But just now I obviously felt the breath, and it disappeared again." ”

"Look for it separately. ”

The leading monk didn't dwell too much, and his attention was not on the sorrowful body at all.

After all, how can you look at it, she is a "Ming Concubine" who has not even cultivated yet, and in a place like the snowy region, how dare she lie to them?

The group came and went quickly.

After only a cursory search, they hurried away, apparently looking somewhere else.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even move his footsteps, but watched them leave, but he was thinking about the meaning of their move to find someone.

The Holy Son Shanya, the legendary "Son of the Buddha of the Hundred Worlds".

As long as the grand ritual is opened in the Snowy Temple, it can be summoned from the Hundred Generations of Reincarnation, so that the entire Snowy Region has the most powerful protection.

This time, it was the New Secret that summoned the Son.

But what happened later, no one expected.

The Holy Son Shanya, who was supposed to protect the entire snowy region impartially, unexpectedly turned against the old secret, and even bloodily slaughtered the new secret in a battle more than sixty years ago.

If it weren't for the fact that Xinmi had deep roots in the snowy region, I was afraid that it would have been depressed since then.

And in the rumors I heard some time ago, I have learned that since the victory and defeat of the new secret and the old secret were separated, the entire temple has fallen into the control of the new secret, and the old secret has been forced to flee. The Son of the Son, Shanya, has also disappeared since then.

Why did Shanya disappear?

Or, why do you want to "play" missing even though you are not missing?

These monks in the temple also seem to have no ill will towards the Son Shanya, but what is the purpose of such eagerness to find it?

Snowy ......

What a mystery.

Seeing that I couldn't figure out a reason for thinking about it for a long time, I simply put down my thoughts first.

"Wow, what a beautiful snow lotus!"

At this time, the girls who had gone to worship the sacred lake had already returned, and they were not surprised to see Chou still standing here. But when they saw that they were still holding a beautiful snow lotus in their hands, they were amazed.

Sang Yang also looked at it with sparkling eyes: "Sister Qiaguo, where did you pick it? Why didn't we see it?"

Where did you get it?

If I asked her, she didn't know.

Seeing that he was worried, he shook his head and said honestly: "Someone sent it just now." ”

"Someone sent it?"

The girls glanced at each other, and they didn't think they understood what they were saying, but they thought of the good-looking monk named "Huaisuke" in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps, he secretly sent it to Chago, right?

So, they didn't want to ask any more.

It's just that in my heart, it is inevitable to give birth to a little envy. After all, it is also a very desirable thing for such a beautiful person as Cha Guo to have a good-looking monk like Huaisuke to read.

Only Sang Yang was still a little puzzled, and looked around: "But it's also very strange, the snow lotus only blooms in the snowy region, but the temple is too high." On the way here, I saw blue delphiniums at the foot of the mountain, but there were no snow lotus. How can this be collected?"

“…… Blue delphick?"

Seeing that Chou didn't care much about this snow lotus, but some of the words mentioned in Sang Yang's words touched those memories that were already a little old in her mind.

It was an old woman's voice.

Her eyes were cloudy, but her eyes were clearer than ever, and she didn't even remember her name, but she still remembered where she came from, and remembered everything that happened to her.

She was a Buddha mother in Tantra and eventually died in the Extreme Realm.

Her voice is clearly old, but at this moment, when it echoes in the memory of seeing sorrow, there is a faint and ethereal feeling.

"There are people at the bottom of the mountain, but on the high snowfield, there is ice and snow that does not melt all year round. It's always cold, but it's always beautiful, and when we were young, we always liked to climb up to see the sacred lake at the highest point in the snowy region. The lake is very large, spread on a snow-white ice field, and I don't know if it reflects the sky or if it reflects the sky blue. ”

"I remember, it said, it was called 'Garan'. ”

"If one day, the girl can go to the snowy land, but please pluck a bunch of blue delphins for me and put them in front of the holy lake......"

But please pluck a bunch of blue delphins for me and place them in front of the holy lake.

It was the old woman's request when she was dying.

Seeing that he was a little distracted for a while, he looked far away, looking at the pure lake under the snowy sky in front of him, but his eyes finally revealed a little strange doubt.

If I remember correctly, the old woman said that this sacred lake once told her that her name was "Garan", and it was a talking lake.

Is there really such a wonderful thing in the world, or is it the illusion of an old woman's dream?

Seeing that she was not clear, she just asked Sang Yang again: "At the foot of the holy mountain, is there a blue delphinch?"

"yes. ”

Sang Yang didn't know why she asked about this, but he thought that she was from the Yin Sect and should never have seen the blue delphinium, so he described it to her.

"It's just a little one, one by one, and it looks like a blue bird. When you see it, you know it. ”

They worshipped the holy lake and walked back.

Seeing that he was worried, he listened to it, and nodded thoughtfully in response to Sang Yang's words, and walked with everyone.

Later, they went to many other places in the temple and saw many strange things.

It wasn't until noon, when the sun was shining high and the snow was falling from the top of the temple, that they went back to their rooms.

The temple prepared food for them for the next day.

Everyone had eaten and had to go out in the afternoon, but this time they refused to see sorrow.

She walked around with them in the morning, just to see what was going on around her, and by the way to know where Xie Buchen lived.

Now that the situation has been figured out, there is naturally no need to hang out like them.

After all, she is not really an ordinary person, but a monk from the Middle Domain, and if there is an accident that is recognized, it will be more than worth the loss.

If you go out less, you will be less likely to be recognized.

Be careful.

Therefore, the time for the "activity" to come out is at night.

She quietly avoided the few night watchmen in the temple, and went down the mountain path, and when she reached the foot of the mountain, she saw a small blooming flower.

At this time, the residual snow has not yet melted.

The moon hung in the sky, illuminating the meadow at the foot of the mountain with a rich white light. The blue-purple flowers, each with five petals, stretched out, and were really vivid like a little bird with wings ready to fly.

Sporadic, not many.

can bloom under this starlight, in the snow, but it makes the sorrow of seeing it at this moment, there is a very pure touch.

Blue Delphick.

It's fitting and a wonderful name.

She didn't pick much, but she folded off the best of them, put them in her sleeve, and then looked up at the holy mountain, and then at the bustling mandala at the foot of the mountain, and then made the direction, and prepared to return to the temple.

But at the moment when she was about to leave, an inexplicable feeling hit her heart.

Seeing sorrow for a moment, he looked into the darkness on the left—

Empty.

A gust of wind blew away, leaving only a faint footprint on the ground still covered with fine snow, which was not left by the pilgrim during the day, or someone standing here just now.

As far as the eye can see, there are only the woods in the distance, leaving a dark shadow in the moonlight.

His brows suddenly furrowed a little, and he couldn't tell what this feeling was like. I only felt as if something existed, so I stood in that direction and peeked at myself.

But whether it is good or malicious, I can't feel it at all.

In the strange, there is an indescribable treachery.

She looked at it for a long time, tense and concentrated, but after a long time, nothing changed, only the position of the moon in the sky, which shifted slightly.

Was it because the snowy area was too dangerous, and she was too nervous and delusional?

I'm not sure about it, but at the foot of this mountain, I can't stay any longer.

She and Xie Buchen agreed to meet the next night when they came to the temple, and it had been dark for a while now, so it was better to hurry up and take the opportunity to explore the secrets here.

When the thought came to mind, a fresh breeze blew, and her figure disappeared.

About a moment later, he appeared in front of Xie Buchen's door.

Staring at the carvings of the two evil Buddhas and the concubine on the door, he frowned, but he still stepped forward, took the lamp-burning sword, and gently knocked on the door twice with the hilt of the sword.

A moment later, the door opened.

Xie Buchen, who was still wearing a crimson monk's robe, had a faint look on his face, and he couldn't see anything unusual, and the Human Emperor Sword was also in his hand.

He stepped out of the door and glanced at her, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Seeing that there was a chill on his body, it was obvious that he had just come out of the room where he lived, but had been outside for a while.

But Xie Buchen didn't ask much.

He just turned around and closed the door, and asked, "Where are you going?"