"Here we are."

Xiao Yu was the first to stop, and Du Yunjin looked at the scenery in front of him in astonishment. She had been following Xiao Yu before, and she hadn't paid attention to the surrounding environment, and she was immediately surprised when she saw it.

Compared with the gorgeous peach blossom forest, this place seemed deep, or rather, there was a deep feeling of yin climbing up her back, making her smell a breath of death.

"Here?"

Du Yunjin stood under the wooden door plaque and asked puzzledly. She didn't understand how Xiao Yu could take her to such a place, where there were tall trees in front of her, and under this plaque, which was obviously decaying, was a curved path with no end in sight.

The smile on Xiao Yu's face had all disappeared, and he frowned, exuding a deep sadness. He didn't answer Du Yunjin's question, but just increased the strength in his hand and walked towards the path.

He didn't want to say, Du Yunjin didn't ask, looked at his bleak back, and silently followed behind him.

The trail was quiet, a few miles away, and it came to an abrupt end after climbing a hillside that was also shaded by large trees.

"Peach Blossom Temple."

On the wooden gate hung these three big characters written by Long Fei Feng Wu, Du Yunjin felt that the words were somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere. Perhaps the big trees shaded the place tightly, and the two sides of the wooden door were covered with fresh moss, which also exuded the pungent smell of wood decay.

"Come in." Xiao Yu didn't stop any longer, and took Du Yunjin towards the inside of the nunnery.

"Donor." Hearing the sound of words outside, a nun hurried out of the main hall, looking like she was forty or fifty years old, although her clothes were simple and patched, but she looked polite.

"This way, please." The nun seemed to be accustomed to Xiao Yu's appearance, and without any questions, she turned sideways and stretched out her hand to invite.

"There's Mrs. Lao." Xiao Yu returned the salute respectfully, and took Du Yunjin to follow the direction of the nun's guidance.

It was a side hall next to the main hall, and it was supposed to be dedicated to some other bodhisattvas whose status was inferior to that of the Buddha or Guanyin. However, Du Yunjin did not find the sesame oil tripod outside its temple gate, and it is obvious that it is not a place to worship the Bodhisattva, so what is it used for?

The nun opened the outside of the hall a few steps in advance, counted the strings of Buddhist beads in her hands, and waited outside the door and did not enter.

Xiao Yu still saluted her when she passed by the nun and took Du Yunjin into this mysterious side hall. As soon as he entered the hall, the cold aura became even stricter, and as Du Yunjin expected, there was no Bodhisattva enshrined here.

The white flags swayed gently not far away, and the spacious hall was lonely and only in the middle of the spiritual seat.

"Therefore, the spiritual position of the Chen family Ruohua."

She didn't expect to see such a scene, her feet were almost a little unstable, and she looked at Xiao Yu in disbelief. How so? She wants to know the truth, all the truth.

"How is the deceased spiritual seat here?"

Xiao Yu let go of the hand that had been holding her, slowly walked to the side of the spiritual seat, and gently stroked its back.

"Not only the spiritual seat is here, but even the coffin has been parked here."

"However, shouldn't the coffin of the deceased be buried in the Spring Tomb of His Majesty?" Du Yunjin was even more surprised by his words, so he died of illness in the second year of Jingchu, that is, fifteen years ago, he should have been sent to the Chunling Tomb a long time ago, how could he be in such a remote nunnery as Dongwu Mountain?