The leaves fall in a flash, the autumn harvest is a year, and the two are forgotten forever. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow melted and fell, and the battle was lost.

The momentum of the four countries has long been loosened, the Yue country is in the limelight, although a few years ago Wucheng was defeated, called the Western Jin Dynasty to pull back a game, but after Yun Zuo's grief and indignation, the power is even greater, just four years to take the Wucheng Dingyang land, the Yue country's territory, the whole number of three one.

At this time, Nan Chu had already seen the slight rise of the Yue Kingdom in his eyes, and he could not allow it to indulge, and in the battle of the East and West Dam Mounds, he announced that he would join the battle and want to change the pattern of the world.

Northern Yan had no intention of fighting, and went all out to assist the Western Jin Dynasty, and was willing to bow down and become a vassal state of the Western Jin Dynasty. When the king of Dongping of Northern Yan learned of this news, he immediately declared the independence of Dongping, separated from the rule of Northern Yan, and became a country of its own in the land of Dongping in the north.

"Nan Chu joins the war, will he choose to ally with that side?"

On the sheep intestine path in the mountains and forests, the little girl wiped the freshly picked fruit with the rags on her body, and stuffed it into her mouth with a whimper, and then hugged the tree with both hands, and climbed up the tree with a light little foot. One sat on the branch of the tree, leaning against the stump of the tree.

"If it is the king of Chu in the future, he will choose the country of Yue, if it is the king of Chu today...... Hmph, don't choose either. ”

Although the current king of Southern Chu is old, his ambitions are very big, how can he easily form an alliance with others? As for the future King of Chu, he kept the strong first, and the last battle was exciting.

"Yu'er! Yu'er! ”

The bald little liar ran out into the woods with a snort, shouting loudly.

The little girl sat on a high place and looked at him, and she didn't intend to respond, but she saw the little liar looking under the tree like a little fool.

"These kids, huh."

I don't know if this body is too young, and her soul is too old, but the fusion of the two makes her state of mind different, without a woman's complaint, and without a child's childishness.

Integrity is best in the prime of life, and happiness is at ease.

"Yu'er! Come out of here! Master Xuantong has passed away! ”

What the?

The uneaten fruit in Weiyu's hand was thrown behind her head at once, and a jump appeared in front of the little liar.

"What did you say!"

Her eyes, which were not small, were wide open at the moment, and her watery pupils were full of incredulity.

"Yu'er! I can be regarded as finding you, Master Xuantong has passed away! ”

The little liar's bald head was shiny and shiny, as if it reflected the appearance of Weiyu.

After speaking, Weiyu rushed straight to the top of the mountain without saying a word.

After reaching the top, his forehead was already sweating profusely, Weiyu didn't care about this, passed through a few disciples, and came to Xuantong.

The old monk had already climbed to the bell tower, and he was just one blow away from striking the bell and drum.

"How so? Isn't it still good for daylight? ”

His voice was choked and he was crying. Xuantong saved her many times, and she was also grateful and unforgettable.

The bell pillar saw the end, but was interrupted by an abrupt sound.

"Wait a minute!"

It's Weiyu.

The bell ringer looked at her in fright, this little girl has not been able to live in peace since she came to the Nameless Temple.

Weiyu didn't care about him, staring at Xuantong who was sleeping peacefully.

He covered his eyes with white eyebrows, a smooth and wide forehead, and blessed ears, just like when they first met.

"Master Xuantong."

As if hearing the call, his eyebrows twitched, and then he opened his eyes.

"Those who are destined should be conspiracy."

Weiyu seemed to hear Xuantong's voice, but her eyes looked at the master, and the master did not open his mouth.

"Master?"

Weiyu was in a trance, and saw that Xuantong, who had opened his eyes, actually closed it again, as if everything was an illusion just now.

"When—"

The solemn bell rang and spread throughout the nameless mountain.

No matter where the monks of the temple are, Gu stands silently and worships the Buddha in their hearts.

After the bell rang nine or nine hundred and eighty-one times desolate and crisply, the reassuring chanting vocal music sounded.

"Hum Ah Ah ......"

Weiyu's body was spread, and Master Xuantong finally passed away in his ninety-nine years as a monk.

"The donor is a destined person of the old man, so where the donor goes, where he wants, what's the matter? Your roots, here. ”

"The next year, new leaves will come out again, because that's the meaning of a tree's life. Do you understand? ”

"The old man won't let you stay, and the old man won't drive you away. Amitabha, good, good. ”

……

Master Xuantong's words echoed in her ears, and Weiyu seemed to understand, but there was still a layer of fog covering her eyes.

"Yu'er," the host master called to her. "Here you go."

Weiyu got up and walked in.

"Senior brother let me tell you, there are three roads; The plotter is great; Go your way. ”

"Master Xie."

The host nodded, and after explaining, he said, "Go ahead." ”

The three sentences are concise and easy to understand, but I don't know which three ways are the three ways in the eyes of Master Xuantong?

"One way is free, the second way is a plan, and the third road is also a plan."

Weiyu said silently, where are the three roads, there are only two ways to go!

But it wasn't until two guests came together in front of the Nameless Mountain that Weiyu could distinguish which of the other two roads left by Xuantong were.

Xiong Zixian, the third prince of Chu State, was one step slower than King Yu of Dongyue, and when he came to the bottom of the mountain, Wuzhong had already reached the top.

The two of them had never seen each other, but they just happened to look back at the end, and they saw a person who was forbearing, and curiosity rose in their hearts for a while, and they slowed down two steps.

After Xiong Zixian climbed to the top, he bowed his head towards the end, which was considered a flat salute, and the two were silent, tacitly taking the little guy behind him into the temple together.

Master Xuantong's body has been purified for seven days, and his soul has returned to chaos, and he is placed in the spiritual hall of the temple to return to the earth when he is on the third seventh.

When Weiyu followed the presiding master to greet the people who came to worship, she saw the two noble sons who couldn't hide their demeanor at a glance.

Mu Xiao was followed by Su Wei back then?

Turning his head to look at the other person, the comfortable and thoughtful prince, and the Feng Hao who shot Hua Luo with one arrow.

Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief, the changes of the years, Hua Luo's appearance has grown, and it is very different from the past, even if it is a little similar, the two of them may not be recognizable.

Among the changes, only she knows best, this teenage face looks like Su Wei for three points.

It was Wuji who noticed her first, and she could see the surprise flashing in his eyes, and then she regained her composure, and she smiled lightly.

Xiong Zixian also paid attention to her, there is a female doll in the temple? But the purpose of coming this time is for Xuantong, so I will put this matter aside and leave him alone.

"A few donors, please."

The presiding master personally led the way and led the two of them to the mourning hall.

"The junior brother has returned to heaven with a full Buddha, and the donor doesn't need to worry about it after seeing it."

When Weiyu saw the two of them, they all sighed in unison, Mu Xiao she could understand, Master Xuantong said to himself that Mu Xiao was his destined person, but what was the matter with this end?

"Master Xuantong has solved my doubts many times before his death, but I can't repay it, and I'm ashamed."

Wu Jian looked at Master Xuantong's immortal body, and his eyes revealed a bit of sincerity that Weiyu had never seen.

Xiong Zixian didn't say much, he worshiped Master Xuantong as Mu Xiao, and this time he came, also as an apprentice, from the moment he stepped into the nameless mountain, he had already begun to chant in his heart.

Weiyu Li Vortex smiled lightly, those two paths, Master Xuantong chose for her very well.