"It's no secret, we are the descendants of a friend of the old man Gongsun, and we came to visit, but we learned that the old man had passed away, and I heard that she was buried here, so we rushed here and wanted to pay respects!" After hearing the old monk's question, Sanqing responded without thinking. The old monk glanced at Sanqing again, then nodded, didn't say anything, just asked Sanqing and Yan Wenrong to follow him.

The group of three walked through the temple, passed several Buddhist halls, and then began to climb, and after walking up the mountain road for a while, they entered a small forest. Deep in the woods, there is a lonely grave, and behind the grave there is a small stupa.

"This is the place where the granddaughter's benefactor rests!" When he arrived at the lonely grave, the old monk stopped and said this seriously, and then turned to look at Sanqing and Yan Wenrong.

Sanqing nodded and expressed his gratitude to the old monk.

The old monk also nodded, and then said: "The two donors can do their own thing, and the old man will go back first!" After saying this, the old monk left by himself, leaving Sanqing and Yan Wenrong to walk slowly to the front of the lonely tomb, and saw the five words "Tomb of Gongsun Love" written on the tombstone.

"I can't imagine it, time flies so fast, the last time we met, you were still a beauty, and when we meet again, you will lie in the soil! I live like a monster! It's really a creation and a trick!" Walking to the grave and looking at the name on the tombstone, Yan Wenrong suddenly remembered the woman he had seen with Lichen a long time ago, and when he saw this cold tombstone again, he couldn't help but feel emotional. So he jokingly said such a self-deprecating sentence.

"Grandma Gongsun, although I don't know if you have anything or clues I want here, I should still greet you on behalf of the dust chief. After Sanqing next to him heard Yan Wenrong's words, he immediately said this to the tombstone, and then bowed slightly.

"The kid you raised is so disrespectful, he actually lost the things left behind by the dust, and tricked us into coming here to kowtow to you three times, and let you tell us where the things are in your dreams, you are polite or not! Not to mention whether there is such a thing, just talk about this kowtow, you are considered a junior in front of me, I kowtow to these three heads, can you stand it? Not to mention him, do you know who he is? I tell you, the dust stays in his body!" After bowing to the tombstone of the Three Qing Dynasty, Yan Wenrong immediately opened his mouth and complained softly to the tombstone, and it can be seen from his words that he concluded that the man with glasses was not telling the truth, so he was very dissatisfied.

"Who are you!" Just after Yan Wenrong finished complaining, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind them. Sounding like a child, Sanqing hurriedly turned around and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl holding a handful of wildflowers slowly walking towards her goal, with no fear on her face, very strange.

"Little girl, we should ask who you are, are you lost, it's not good to run around alone, especially on this mountain, there are big bad wolves!" After seeing this little girl, Yan Wenrong immediately teased.

After hearing Yan Wenrong's words, the little girl immediately gave him a roll of the eyes, and then continued to walk forward to the tombstone, squatted down, and gently put the wild flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.

"Little girl, go back to your family, it's dangerous in the mountains!" Seeing that the little girl ignored herself, Yan Wenrong didn't feel bored, but spoke again and said this very kindly.

"Little girl, do you know this old man?" And just as Yan Wenrong finished speaking, Sanqing also opened his mouth and said this. He observed the little girl and felt that this little girl was very different. There is an indescribable sense of mystery.

"I don't know!" After hearing Sanqing's words, the little girl immediately responded like this, and then got up from the ground, looked at the tombstone quietly, and didn't pay too much attention to Sanqing and Yan Wenrong.

"You don't know why you sent her flowers!" Hearing the little girl's answer, Sanqing was curious, so he smiled and asked again.

"Because she refines these wild flowers, I am her only friend, so I come here every day to send flowers to her and talk to her!" After hearing Sanqing's question, the little girl still stared at the tombstone and said this quietly. When such words came out of a little girl's mouth, I didn't know whether to call it innocent or what, but Sanqing heard that she was obviously denying what she just said that she didn't know this old man.

"Then, you talk to her, does she respond to you?" After staring at the little girl for a while, Sanqing suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

"Sometimes!" After hearing Sanqing's words, Yan Wenrong's eyes immediately widened, and he seemed to feel that it seemed a little inappropriate for Sanqing to discuss this with a child, but he didn't expect the little girl to respond like this in the next second, which made Yan Wenrong even more surprised, and his eyeballs almost fell out of his sockets.

"What did she say to you?" Sanqing was not surprised at all, as if he had expected the little girl's answer. After waiting for a moment, he spoke again and asked.

"She said that many secrets were buried in the soil with her!" After hearing Sanqing's words, the little girl finally turned her head, stared at Sanqing, and after looking at it meaningfully for a while, she said this in a deep voice. Neither her current tone nor the way she looked looked like a little girl her age should have.

"What a secret!" Hearing the little girl's words, Sanqing's heart suddenly chuckled, and then he hurriedly opened his mouth and continued to ask.

"I don't know!" the little girl shook her head, and then took a step forward.

"It's time for me to go, I'll see you again!" After the little girl walked out, Sanqing didn't step forward to stop her, nor did she say anything more. just stared at the little girl's back quietly, and the little girl suddenly stopped again, turned her head and smiled at Sanqing and Yan Wenrong, and turned around and left again after whispering this.

"How weird is this little girl!" Looking at the little girl who was slowly moving away, Yan Wenrong couldn't help but say this.

"Is it weird? I think it's good!" After hearing Yan Wenrong's words, Sanqing came back to his senses and said this.

"Isn't this strange?" After hearing Sanqing's response, Yan Wenrong immediately widened his eyes again.

"If you're not mistaken, she's your old friend!" Sanqing turned to look at the tombstone and said faintly.

"Old friend?" Hearing this, Yan Wenrong was immediately confused by the eighth monk.

"Well, old friend!" Sanqing nodded, and raised his chin towards the tombstone.

"You, you said that little girl is Gongsun Qing?" Seeing Sanqing's actions, Yan Wenrong suddenly realized and said in surprise.

"Hmm!" Sanqing nodded heavily.

"This, how is this possible!" Yan Wenrong muttered to himself with a look of disbelief.

"Let's go, let's come back in the evening!" Sanqing glanced at Yan Wenrong and said in a deep voice.

"Why did you come back at night?" Yan Wenrong came back to his senses and asked very puzzled.

"Let's take a look at what secrets are buried in this little lonely grave!" Sanqing glanced at the tombstone and replied in a deep voice.

(End of chapter)