"Hope you can find you, her heart. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The strange fairy appeared in the place where he had just disappeared.

"It seems that I am also old. The old man closed his eyes quietly and disappeared into a wisp of white smoke.

The fog of the Lost Soul Cliff has dispersed, and only a huge old locust tree stands on the edge of the cliff.

The sunset has already set in the west, and the curtain is the same, which makes people infinitely melancholy.

She sat upright on the edge of the bed, the red candles in the room flickering, stretching her slender figure very long.

He pushed the door open, even though he looked drunk. But he tried not to let himself fall and stagger, and walked up to her.

He couldn't support himself anymore, his knees fell to the ground, and he stretched out his slightly trembling hand to take off her red veil.

Her watery eyes looked at him silently.

"Su Yuan!" he called to her softly.

"Ouyang ......" She took him in front of her as Ouyang, and reached out to touch his face.

"Su Yuan, I'm Qingfeng!" he said as he took her hand and said in a daze.

"No, Ouyang ......" as if she had lost consciousness.

He understands that she only has him in her heart, and what is the use if he gets her body but not her heart. He loved her, but if it was like that, he would rather give it up.

It is said that love is selfish, but some people would rather quietly watch their loved ones being loved by others from a distance.

He gently carried her to bed until he watched her fall asleep, walked to the study himself, closed the door, and lit the burn.

Su Yuan on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and a few tears slipped from the corners of his eyes to the pillow.

"If you meet him, he will die for you once. The words of the old man kept popping up in his mind, and maybe they really didn't have anything to do with him in this life.

Now, this man, she also loves herself deeply, but she can't love him no matter what, maybe she herself has no love in her life.

She got up slowly, took off her makeup, and changed into a white shirt. The clothes he once left in the Yun family were kept in this room by Yun Qingfeng.

She walked out of the room, and under the slightly white moonlight night, she walked to Yun Qingfeng's door step by step.

She struggled with whether she should knock on the door or not, because she felt that she didn't have the face to face him. I don't know what kind of identity to face him.

"Miss Su stay!" she spoke in a very small voice, so it sounded very gentle.

"General Yun. She began to feel so nervous that she didn't know what to say.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, turning around.

"I ......" she was overwhelmed.

"Okay, you might as well go to Nanyang Temple first! It's getting late, so go and get ready." "He may have a kind of love for her, just let it go.

Outside Nanyang City, it is still the same as it was back then, the bells are still ringing, and the forests are still green.

"I'm sorry, Yun Qingfeng!" Su Yuan stepped into the temple with tears in his eyes. Although the spring water inside reflects the sun, the monk rings the old bell, and the scenery is infinite, but she has no intention of appreciating it.

"Su Yuan, take care!" he turned to leave, the flying dust, rolling up the withered fallen leaves, although the leaves were green, they had already fallen, although their bodies were close, their hearts were far away.

"I heard that the Bodhisattva of Nanyang Temple on the outskirts of Nanyang is very spiritual!" an old couple murmured in the dilapidated thatched hut.

"The young man's injuries are not serious, and perhaps the abbot there can help him. The old couple was quiet for a short time, and the old voice outside the house came from the courtyard.

The two leaned out of the door with questions, and it turned out to be a scholar from a neighboring village, the scholar was full of white hair, but his face was wrinkled, his voice was weak, and his white shirt blended with his white hair, leaving only a yellowish face.

"Sir, please elaborate!" the old man asked, as if he did not understand.

But I saw that the scholar closed his eyes and did not answer, like a volley of small steps, and like a branch of joy, smoke on the lake, and disappeared in a flash.

"Maybe that gentleman heard you and me whispering, why don't you try it? Our family is surrounded by walls, and it is better for him to be poor and left with a cripple!" The old woman said bitterly, although his origin was unknown, the cause of his injuries was incomprehensible, and the matter had come to this, and they could not do anything.

"Okay, ,,,," The old man nodded slightly, leading her out of the hut.

"Donor, you live in the meditation monastery temporarily, and inform the poor monks if you have any affairs. The old monk said lightly and took her into the courtyard.

The rockery in the courtyard is magnificent, the lotus pond is gushing with clear springs, and the occasional light flyfly stands and rests, the house is simple, and the bell is rippling into the ears.

"Thank you, abbot!" she responded politely, and was about to ask about Ouyang back then, when she suddenly saw a monk running closer, bowing deeply to the two, and then asked the old abbot to bow his head, and whispered a few words, the old abbot straightened up, and said to her:

"Donor, the poor monk has something, why don't you understand the answer next time, enlighten your heart, you lead the donor to the garden!"

"Thank you, abbot!" she replied, and the abbot went to the hospital with the little monk.

Gradually hear the sound of wooden fish, faintly accompanied by the sound of chanting, the hall is dedicated to the statue of Guanyin, the face is delicate, lifelike. The slender hand brushes the bamboo branches, the jade net bottle is transparent and crystalline, and the water level inside is clearly visible, and there seem to be fish flashing out.

The Arhat on the side has a leisurely demeanor, although it is not dignified, but it is not lacking in prestige.

The eyes are slightly closed, and the lights are dim. Whether it is the four walls of a hall, or the top pillar wall is carved with countless Buddha statues, hundreds of Buddha carvings are offered to the hall.

A group of monks sat cross-legged on both sides, knocking on the wooden fish together, not in a hurry or slow, and litigating the Buddhist scriptures together. Occasionally, worshippers who visit Buddha statues come forward to pray and ask for spiritual lots.

The old couple also stepped forward and knelt down in silent prayer for a long time, until the old abbot walked into the hall.

Seeing the abbot coming, the two got up and clasped their palms together and said:

"Abbot! the old people have something to ask for!" the old man said, his expression slightly nervous.

The abbot spoke softly and silently, although the two of them may be in a hurry, but he was not in a hurry, as if he had expected it. ”

The couple had no choice but to ask for a sign with each other. Looking at the signature carefully, it is generally the same, and he looked at the abbot in confusion.

"Two donors, are you here for one?" he asked, reading the sign.

"What the abbot said is exactly what he said!" said the old man.

"How did the abbot find out?" asked the old woman.

"There is a saying in the scriptures: right and wrong, cause and effect, there is a fixed number, this earthly world has a time, and what should come is waiting. He just spoke, and the two of them knew a little bit about it.

"Donor, please come with the poor monk!" he received again, and walked to the side door. The two walked away. Thinking about it, there must be an arrangement,

The three of them walked to the quaint study,

There were no monks around the house, and it was very quiet.

"This person has been asleep for several days, his breath is still there, but he has not woken up, and he has invited Lang Zhong for some reason!" the old man recounted.

"Amitabha, the donor may have experienced the Nanyang Ring back then!" said the abbot.

"Well, could it be that he has something to do with this?" the two of them were puzzled and asked carefully.

"According to the memories of the poor monk, Ouyang, the guard of Nanyang City, was pierced through his heart by random arrows, and he broke his belly!" he sighed silently.

"This is true, when the enemy soldiers came to the city, half of the military power was in the hands of Ouyang, and half was in the hands of Su Linyuan, that is, Su Yuan's father, he did not move troops to support for a long time, and regarded Ouyang as a big trouble, it was rare to have the opportunity to borrow a knife to kill, and only after his death did he lead the troops to come, Nanyang was washed in blood, but he sat and watched the tiger fight!"

The old man said indignantly.

"Pity Su Yuan and the general, they know it's a trap, so they don't retreat!"

The old woman also sighed.

"Have you ever heard of the 'strange fairy' of the Ecstasy!" said the abbot again.

"Well...... I have heard a little, it is said that this person comes and goes like the wind, very mysterious,!" the old man thought for a while and said.

。 "Su Yuan didn't find Ouyang's body back then, he saved it. ”

"Anyway, General Ouyang is not dead!" the two said happily.

"Well, this man is the one you have saved!" the abbot looked up to the sky and closed his eyes.

"This ......!" the two had never seen Ouyang before, and when they learned that what they had saved, they couldn't help but be surprised, and they didn't know what to do.

"Go back!" the abbot was about to turn and leave, but he heard the two of them say again.

"But ......!" the couple didn't know why, and they didn't know why.

"Everything has its own number!Go ahead!" the abbot walked out of the door, leaving the two of them behind.

A person suddenly stood out of the door, but it was all backs, it was Su Yuan.

"Su ,,,," The two were afraid that what they just said would be heard by her, and they didn't know what to do.

"He's still alive?!!" suddenly became emotional.

"You heard it all!" may be an answer, an affirmative answer.

"Where are the others!" suddenly became unusually calm again, making it elusive for everyone.

"This... The two were struggling with whether they should tell him or not, when they saw a breeze blowing on their faces, a figure appeared in front of them, with scattered silver hair and a looming face, and finally spoke.

"Under the Strange Immortal," everyone was shocked as soon as these words came out.

"Miss Su, listen to the old man, don't see Ouyang!" After finishing speaking, the old man brushed his sleeves away, leaving only three people.

"No! I want Ouyang!!" he cried, pulling the two of them and rushing out of the temple.

"Miss Su, don't worry, the old man will take you there!" The old man had nothing to do, so he had to do this, he was afraid that she would see Ouyang and fall into his heart, and the old man's advice was the same, but...

On the way to Ouyang's side, the road in front of him seemed to be spreading endlessly, and it seemed to be very long, and it seemed that it was about to arrive.

In the backyard of Nanyang Temple, the old abbot quietly looked up to the sky, closed his eyes and muttered, "There is no fate, and it is difficult to keep it!" ！

After a long run, she finally reached the dilapidated hut, and she hurried in, and saw him lying on the bed.

She seemed to see a ray of sunshine in her life again, but she always felt that she couldn't get close at all, maybe he could only be the sky in his heart in this life, and he couldn't see it. The sky can accommodate thousands of stars, but he is like a small bird, how can he hold the sky with thin wings.

。 "Miss Su,!?" Seeing that she turned around and rushed away in the opposite direction, the two shouted in shock.

"Thank you for taking care of the two old people, please tell Ouyang, if there is a fate to meet in the end, there must be a reason why the strange fairy doesn't let me see him, I can't let him die because of me again!"

However, a wounded heart will always choose to be strong.

The scenery of Nanyang Temple is still as usual, and the years have passed, and he and her are only sorrowful.

The bell is at the end of this season, and it is also through the monotonous lovesickness and remoteness.