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When I was a child, the night before Ah Ming's arrival, that nightmare. Countless black arrows fell like dense rain in the cloudy sky, Dou Xin was so busy that there was nowhere to hide, only a white cloak in his hand was blocked in front of him, in fright, Dou Xin saw that the white cloak in front of him was dyed with pieces of bright red blood little by little.

Dou Xin was awakened, and then was pulled by Ah Kun to see Ah Ming. Maybe it was the inertia in the dream, and Dou Xin didn't dare to approach Ah Ming for a long time. Later, this dream repeated itself again and again, and Dou Xin became bolder. In a dream, Dou Xin didn't lift the white cloak, but only vaguely saw a black shadow firmly in front of him, stabbed like a hedgehog. The arrow pierced through the black shadow's body and into Dou Xin's body, Dou Xin didn't know the pain, but he remembered a mixed feeling lingering in his chest, an invisible force dragging him into the abyss of death. Every time Dou Xin felt that he must be dead, he would wake up in his sleep. Dou Xin never asked the meaning of this dream, and he did not know if this clear dream had really happened. However, the dark shadow has been quietly buried in Dou Xin's heart. Ah Kun and Ah Ming both knew that Dou Xin was afraid of arrows, so they never pestered their father to hunt. Once there are guests with arrows in the inn, they will not let Dou Xin entertain them.

"The general of the Xue family deliberately used ten thousand arrows and crossbows to shoot Princess Anya, but Guanlan Jun rushed up to block the front. In the end, Princess Anya was rescued by her subordinates in the chaos. It is said that Guanlan Jun's internal organs have been shot through, how can there be any hope of survival. Du Yuan said to himself, not noticing that Dou Xin's cold sweat had already flowed.

If Guanlan Jun has no bones, then what is the point of this line?

"How far is Tianlan Mountain?" Dou Xin's eyelashes drooped, and he deliberately emphasized the chiseled "Lan" character as he spoke. "Two months at the earliest." Du Yuan replied, seeing Dou Xin's face gloomy and frightening, for fear that she would fall into evil again.

Guanlan Jun's sleeping soul quietly woke up, and finally saw the world again through Dou Xin's eyes. The withered grass and trees, the birds and beasts that shelter from the winter, are the same as before going to sleep. The joy of rebirth erupted in the midst of a thousand years of oppression.

Dou Xin wanted to open his mouth and continue to ask, but the two lines of clear tears had already fallen, and his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound. Dou Xin raised his hand to wipe away his tears and cleared his throat, his voice unchanged. Dou Xin had more or less noticed something unusual, but this time she was still able to control her body.

A soft voice came from the bottom of his heart: "Don't be afraid of ......" Dou Xin's nose was sour, as if the grievances that had been entangled in his heart for a long time were drifting away with the wind. The weakened soul, which had been asleep for a thousand years, used the power of the first awakening to say the last words that could not be said before falling asleep. "Go to sleep, now is not the time for you to wake up." Dou Xin thought secretly. In the dark, he heard the voice in Dou Xin's heart, and fell asleep peacefully.

When his eyes were blurred, Du Yuan's big thick hand reached out to Dou Xin's eyes. "Brother Du, I'm fine." Dou Xin's heart seemed to be much more relaxed, and there was a little more smile on his face. Du Yuan found that Dou Xin only laughed like a teenager, without reluctance or flattery. Taking advantage of Dou Xin's happiness, Du Yuan hurriedly searched his intestines and scraped his stomach to find some fun to tell.

A few days of tranquility, and the Tianshan Mountains are getting closer and closer. The two of them have their own thoughts, hiding them from each other deeply, and the peaceful time is surging with waves.

In the twilight, Du Yuan saw that there was no one around, so he could only rush hard. The night was getting darker, and while talking and laughing, Dou Xin realized that Yue'er had disappeared, and only then did he think that today was the first day of the new year. After a hard day, the two of them were already exhausted, and they just wanted to find a place to rest as soon as possible. When Dou Xin looked up at the moon, he found a light on the mountainside in front of him. Du Yuan stared at his eyes, and from the few rooms where the lights were lit, he could roughly identify that there was a hidden temple. The two of them had the same heart at the moment, and they rushed towards the mountain together without saying a word.

Dou Xin once saw the monks at the inn, and because they did not grow their hair, most of them had a thin layer of hair on their heads after a long journey, which was covered with mud. The eyes of the monks are plain and profound, untouchable. They only eat blanched greens and tasteless tofu, and rarely get involved in the inn's chores. Xiang'er once accidentally brought the uncut pig feed to a passing monk, and the monk ate it correctly. Dad had great respect for the monk, not only took Xiang'er to compensate the monk, but also gave a lot of entanglements to apologize. Most of the monks come and go immediately, and no matter how many friends there are, none of them are monks.

"Little master, we have traveled so far tonight, and there is no place to rest before and after. I wonder if the little master can let the two of us spend the night here? Du Yuan knocked on the temple door. The little novice who opened the door leaned his broom against the door, and Amitabha Buddha went back to the room to say a few words.

"Please two donors, please." The little novice hurried back, respectfully welcomed the two in, and then carefully locked the door, locking the night out as well. Except for the creak of the door, there was no sound in the night.

Half of the east wing was for female pilgrims, and the other half was the residence of the abbot and several monks of the monastery. The west wing is for male pilgrims to settle in, and in the middle of the east and west wings is the atrium of the temple. In the middle of the night, the novice who keeps watch locks the doors of the east and west wings and the atrium. It was the day of the first day of the new year, and there were still some pilgrims in the temple, and most of them had fallen asleep at this time. The sweeping novice took Du Yuan to the west wing, and another ten-year-old vigil boy led Dou Xin through the atrium to the middle room of the east wing. The whole journey was quiet and quiet, Xiao Shami's face faded away from the naughtiness of his peers, and a pair of lake-like calm eyes made Dou Xin awe-inspired, and also made Dou Xin unconsciously feel at ease.

The monk never married, and only had to guard the Buddhist principles in his heart, away from the prosperity of the market, and away from the deceit. Dou Xin couldn't help but think about it, when he was old, it would be a good place to go here. "The donor, please take it, and the little monk will retire." Xiao Shami raised his right hand in front of his chest, bowed deeply and respectfully to Dou Xin, and then gently closed the door.

Daddy said that the most profound monks will burn out relics after cremation, and all temples are proud of having a relic of a high monk, and even build a tower for this relic. Before Dou Xin entered the door, he saw the plaque in front of the gate "Tongyin Temple" three gold characters that had fallen off the paint, thinking that although this temple was hidden in the barren mountain, there was incense continuously, and there must be something outstanding.