Lin Baiyan took the matter she inquired about to heart, and sent people to be very careful, and inspected the twenty-four meridian bridges, although there are traces of graffiti depicting weathering everywhere, but the position of this word is very careful and secret, which makes people suspicious, so it is deliberately extended.

Wen Xi placed the rubbing on the table, and the light and shadow of the candlelight fell on this piece of paper, this swallow character stroke is thin, exactly the same as the swallow character in the inscription poem on a picture of Feiyan Spring Return on the wall.

"Why do you have this inscription?" asked Wency.

Li Ming took a deep breath, he was already gloomy, stretched out his fingers, gently touched the rubbing, and said, "I don't know if she saw it after all......"

Wency frowned, "She'......"

Ming sighed again, "It's me who is delusional." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, walked to a bookshelf, and took out a copy of the Nanhua Sutra from it, and he opened it, and there was a page in it, blank, but yellowish.

He put the book back on the shelf, took the piece of paper, walked to the table, held up the page and burned it on the fire, and a coherent pattern slowly appeared on the paper, as if it were a map.

Wen Xi was taken aback, looked at Ming, and said, "What is this?"

Ming said lightly: "The monk was the monk of the Golden Lotus Temple, thousands of ancient scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were copied one by one, the bundle of plantain scriptures of the Hu monk for a hundred years, will be decayed, easily not open and touch, that year, the elders in the temple planned to re-record the Sanskrit scriptures, so that I did this, I opened the scriptures but found that there was such a word, no word, very strange, and stayed. ”

The pattern on the paper had been smoked over the fire, and it was already fully revealed, but it was a map marked in Sanskrit.

Ming continued: "No one knows the existence of this paper, and I have not understood it for a long time, but one day, I happened to see an ancient recipe for hiding words in a strange book, so I tried to crack it, and I was able to see the true appearance of this map." ”

Vincy didn't know Sanskrit, and he didn't recognize the terrain above.

Ming said: "This picture of Hu Seng is so solemnly collected, it is a hiding place for one of his important things. ”

Wen Xi was surprised: "What is it, you can't hide it around, but you have to hide it somewhere else, and you have drawn a hidden map?"

Ming shook his head: "He hid this map in the scriptures, he must think that one day he will be able to retrieve the things in the map." She...... Once asked me vaguely about the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, I thought about it a little, and then thought that this thing might be what she was looking for, but when I penetrated the mechanism, I had already left Huanjing. She once said where her hometown was, and also mentioned the Meridian Bridge, the monk came to the east, went to visit, and when she saw the Meridian Bridge, she sent her a letter, maybe I still had some infatuation at that time......" Ming said, full of self-deprecation.

But then, there was a faint sentimentality, "but then I received the news that she was dead......"

Wen Xi was shocked, "...... dead"

She died, so Master was always grieving?

Ming smiled bitterly for a while, he folded the map, put it in Wen Xi's hand, and said, "Death and life, life and death, the monk doesn't know ......"

Wen Xi pinched the map in his hand and looked up, "Since you said she was dead, why did you still sigh at that...... When she's dead, you won't see your words, and now that you know she's dead, you don't have to sigh like that, right?"

There was a look of pain for a moment, and he suddenly turned around, almost unsteady.

"Is she not dead? or...... Resurrection from the dead?" asked Wency guessingly.

Ming raised his head, and the faint light and shadow cast his figure on the wall, moving and still, full of light and shadow.

"Five years ago, in the monk's monastery, when the spring snow melted, a visitor came...... The past that the monk thought he had fled from was once again real after fading. ”

"Five years ago......," Wency muttered, "Master Merlin died five years ago, too." ”

Ming's face changed suddenly, "Master Merlin......" His words almost trembled, "You know ......"

Wency looked him squarely, "Why did you kill her?"

Ming was almost sad, "She died for me." ”

The monk in front of him no longer has a chic attitude, he doesn't look like a murderer, the sadness on his face and the green tendons on the back of his hands are full of pain, Wen Xi is puzzled, and he doesn't understand: "Why?"

He said that he wouldn't lie to Wen Xi, but he couldn't really say anything that was difficult to say, so he said: "That map refers to something that your master has been looking for, but he doesn't know that this thing will be in my hands, you can give this map to Prince Wei, or Xu Changling, but you have to think about what you want." ”

Wen Xi lowered his head and opened the map, and as the heat subsided, the lines of pen and ink began to slowly recede.

What Master has been looking for? Old paper is light and thin, but it is also extremely heavy.

Liao Ming said slowly: "Xiaoxi, I am a sinner after all, but unfortunately, there is no turning back in the world." ”

Ming's attitude was still unfinished, and he was hiding some things, but Wen Xi also understood that she couldn't ask anything else from him, but all this had made her heart very heavy, she stood up and said, "Monk, as long as you live, there will always be a way." ”

Liming looked at her and smiled, "Okay." ”

His smile was very gentle, like a spring of still water, and if Wen Xi could see something else in this quiet smile, he might not have left so easily.

But she was far from being able to perceive people's hearts, and when she came to say goodbye to Ming the next day, the blind old monk was guarding in front of Ming's meditation room, and the old monk stopped Wen Xi, shook his head at her, and said, "Let's go." ”

"Monk, he ......" Wen Xi stretched out his head, and wanted to call out.

The old monk said again: "He doesn't see anyone." He took out a letter from his chest, handed it to her, and said, "I'll see it when I go down the mountain." ”

Wen Xihu took the letter suspiciously, and saw that the old monk was persistent, so she no longer insisted, she turned to leave, and when she turned back, she saw Yulin holding a large stack of neat cloth curtains and walked towards the old monk, and asked, "Master, where are these put?"

The curtains were white, and in the morning light, some eyes were scorching, and Wen Xi was stunned for a moment.

She still went out of the Zen courtyard, outside the Zen courtyard, on the bluestone path, there was a person standing, white clothes and jade crowns, it was Du Yu, Wen Xi opened his mouth, walked towards him, threw himself into his arms, and wept silently, "Is the monk going to die?"

Du Yu touched her hair with pity, "Mortals always have a destination, even though he is a Buddha, he has not yet attained the Tao." ”

Wen Xi raised his head and asked, "How many days has the monk kept me, did he know that you were coming?"

Du Yu nodded.