Luo Rao pushed open the emerald green bamboo door, and an elderly man held a Zen bead in his hand, closing his eyes and meditating.

After taking a small step inside, the old man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and Luo Rao was stared at by his sharp eyes and did not dare to move, as if all the secrets were nowhere to hide in front of him.

"Don't be nervous, it's just that something else has come in."

Zen Master Kehui withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and meditated.

Something else?

Ghost?

Luo Rao only felt that her back was cold, and she hurriedly closed the door and went in, what kind of sign would make the little monk so flustered.

"Huixin is young, her eyes are clean, and she is a little scared when she sees something that others can't see."

Ke Hui replied to what she thought, "It's not that the sign is bad. ”

"Master, I wonder what the meaning of the lot I drawn?"

"A lifetime and today, leisurely looking forward to a good year. If you don't go to Thailand, you will be interested in it, and the pre-born plants will be blessed with wisdom. The donor has a deep fate with the person he asks, and he must not be arbitrary and willful, and listen to one-sided words. Only then can we tide over the difficulties together and achieve positive results. ”

She won't be willful to Bailihu, and she has a deep fate, is this a hint that they can stay together in the end?

"In this way, it's a good sign."

"There is no good or bad signing, it's all up to you."

Ke Hui pinched the beads and recited a scripture she didn't understand.

"I wonder if the master can get rid of anything around me?"

Luo Rao had a splitting headache when she heard him read it, and her intuition was to exorcise ghosts.

Ke Hui stopped turning the Buddha's bead hand, "She only has a wisp of soul consciousness left, and she can't hurt the donor, and when she has her wish, she will leave." It's getting late, donor, please come back. ”

Luo Rao said goodbye to Master Kehui and walked alone on the bluestone road.

'Luo Rao's wish, is it to marry Wen Yu?

But if she marries Wen Yu, won't she betray Baili, and when her soul consciousness is gone, how should she face Wen Yu.

Returning to the warm Buddha hall, looking at the constant stream of pilgrims, the meeting with Zen Master Kehui just now seemed to be a dream, shaking his head, whether it was Bailishu or Kehui, the law said could not be implemented, could she just stay in the body?

Will she wake up one day and forget that what she likes is Baili, and what she wants to stay with for the rest of her life is Baili?

Baili, Bailifujun...... Suddenly I wanted to hug him, but I rushed out of the main hall but didn't see him at the door of the temple.

What about 100 miles?

Luo Rao looked at the crowd of people and panicked, there was no mobile phone or communication equipment in ancient times, how could she find Baili?

"Baili, where are you?"

No one responded.

took a deep breath, rushed into the crowd with the hem of her skirt, broke the magnolia flower, stepped on the embroidered shoes, and crumpled the flower skirt.

The cold mountain wind blew through the burning red candle at night, choking her eyes full of tears, "Baili! Barry! ”

Don't be willful.

Is Baili angry?

Don't you want her anymore?

"Baili, where are you? I'm scared. ”

――In the grove on the right side of Xiangshan Temple, two figures, one red and one white, were fighting fiercely, and not far away, a man in a blue shirt stepped on a branch and flew over. ”

"Little confession, the princess is looking for you."

Yan Zhuo shook the folding fan and confessed with a smile.

Then he landed in front of Feng Xiaowei, "Next, the little one will take you around, Your Royal Highness the Princess." ”

"Steward Yan is really inseparable from me."

Feng Xiaowei looked at the figure that was leaping towards Xiangshan Temple, and her smile was cold.

As far as tools are concerned, it seems that the royal brother has poured too much affection.

That's good news, too.

"That's as it should be."

Yan Zhuo's face was gentle and elegant, but in his heart he was wary of the smile on the corner of his mouth.

This man was raised by his mother-killing enemies since he was a child, and was cultivated as a tool for killing his brothers, and from the age of twelve to fifteen, three princes under the age of ten died of a violent illness; At the age of seventeen, the third prince led his troops to an ambush; At the age of nineteen, the prince was killed in the mouth of a wild beast while hunting, and ascended to the throne of the prince at the age of twenty.

The prince of the Qin State, except for Princess Feng, who is about to get married, only the son who is left behind.

Feng Xiaowei will definitely do whatever it takes to get rid of Gongzi to ensure that she ascends to the throne!

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Baili Mozen stood on the spine beast at the top of the temple, and the girl in the light pink silk floor-length skirt tripped over the protruding stone slab and fell to the ground, crying and wearing makeup, her hair was scattered, and the skirt was dotted with mud, which was very pitiful.

The pilgrims who passed by wanted to help, saw her dressed as a wolf, looked at their clothes and walked away.

"100 miles, 100 miles ......"

Luo Rao was in severe pain and couldn't get up, so she could only curl up and sit on the ground, and was suddenly picked up horizontally, with a light fragrance of plum blossoms in her arms.

Luo Rao's brain was blank, she hugged his neck tightly, and her soft voice was a little hoarse, "Bailifu-kun, Bailifu-kun, I thought you were gone, I thought you didn't want me anymore." ”

Warm tears flowed down his neck into his collar, and something in the depths of his heart was nourished by water, slowly growing around his heart, and in addition to the numbness, there was also a trace of pain.

"No, I don't want you."

Baili Mozen's voice was not as elegant and warm as usual, and it was so low that it was intoxicating, as if making a promise, "I will not go anywhere." ”

Hearing his promise, Luo Rao calmed down, and a moment of fatigue hit, and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Baili Mozen carried her down the mountain, and listened to her call in her ear countless times along the way.

The corners of her mouth slowly rose, and the silent phoenix eyes contained the girl's peaceful sleeping face, soft and soft.