Watching the little girl walk forward in three steps, the little monk of Kongcang has been smiling and facing it, for fear that her sad appearance will be seen by the little girl and make her even more sad!

After the little girl walked to the side of the middle-aged beauty, the two seemed to say something, and then the little girl waved her hand to the little monk again, and then the middle-aged beauty pulled out the exquisite long sword hanging from her waist, not knowing what to do. I saw the long sword slowly floating in the air, and at the same time, it continued to grow larger.

After that, in the shocking eyes of the little monk in the sky, the middle-aged beauty hugged the little girl, and then jumped lightly and jumped on the giant sword floating in the air.

What surprised the little monk even more was that the several-foot-long giant sword dragged the middle-aged beauty and the little girl into a streamer, broke through the sky, and walked away......

This is like a scene of the gods descending to earth and showing their magical powers, leaving an indelible phenomenon in the mind of the empty little monk.

And after waiting for the little girl to leave, the empty little monk couldn't hold back any longer, and the forced smile gradually faded, and the immature child's sadness and loss after the departure of his playmate climbed up his cheeks again.

The little monk seemed to have grown up for a moment, understood the origin and extinction of fate, and understood the parting of Hongchen.

Then, the little monk staggered alone, and walked up the bluestone path again, but this time the little monk's single figure looked a little thin, and the cool autumn wind blew even more to make the little monk tremble.

Every time he took a step up, the little monk felt more and more heavy, and the beautiful memories of the past were like a movie, constantly lingering in the little monk's mind.

The little monk walked for a long time, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night like water......

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Thirty years passed quickly, and during these thirty years, the little monk had been repeating the same things day after day, whether it was daily work or walking on the bluestone path repeatedly.

It's just that thirty years have passed, the years are like knives, but they have not left any traces on the face of the empty little monk, he is still the little monk he was at the beginning, his eyes are still bright and deep, wearing a patched and shabby Buddha robe, and even his head has not grown taller in thirty years.

In more than 30 years, he has not changed at all. He's waiting, waiting for someone. Before waiting, he can't change, this is his obsession, thirty years, or even a lifetime obsession. He has to wait, he can't change, if she changes, she shouldn't know herself, she can't find herself!

Perhaps it is that before the Buddha is often worshipped, the Buddha knows his wishes and knows his thoughts, and the empty little monk has only been like a day for 30 years, and has not changed!

"It turns out that the time has been thirty years before I know it!"

The little monk had just finished his daily work on this day, only to find that the time had passed thirty years unconsciously. Thirty years ago, it was the same scene, he accompanied her on the bluestone path, watching her leave! The scene is the scene of the year, the thing is the thing of the year, the person is the person of the year, but there is no her!

On this day, the little monk walked down the mountain along the bluestone path, and suddenly a streamer crossed the night, from far to near.

Waiting for the streamer to get closer, the little monk saw a huge flying sword buried in the depths of the memory of the little monk in the sky, and it reappeared in front of his eyes again.

Suddenly, the little monk's thoughts drifted far away, and when the little monk looked carefully, he found that a girl in white was half-kneeling on the huge sword, her face was very pale, and there were residual blood stains on the corners of her mouth.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic—she was back. This was the little monk's first thought, and then he saw that something was wrong with his state, and then he became worried. It's just that the little monk couldn't speak all the time, so he could only hurriedly run towards the flying sword.

At this moment, the huge flying sword slowly landed, and then the girl in white fell from the giant sword to the ground and fainted......

The next day was approaching evening, and the girl in white woke up violently. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in a strange room, surrounded by several Zen paintings hanging on the snow-white walls, the room was very tidy, and the incense burner on the wooden table in the distance was burning with soothing incense. Later, I found that my clothes had also been changed, and I put on a monk's robe that I don't know who it was.

But soon, the girl seemed to remember something, because she had some impressions of this meditation room, and it seemed that she had been here once.

"This is where the little monk of the empty cangs live!"

The girl then sat up and muttered to herself. At this time, after the little monk finished his daily affairs, he did not walk the bluestone path as usual on this day, but hurried towards his meditation room, because she was back, and this person who had been waiting for thirty years came back.

Her name is Wei Li, she has never left, she has always been there!

This is what the little monk has always thought.

When the girl was still slightly distracted, the little monk had already returned here.

Then the two of them looked at each other like this, although they did not speak, but everything was silent.

"Little monk, I'm back! I won't go again!"

Then, the girl smiled knowingly and spoke. And the little monk of the empty cangs also smiled and nodded fiercely. At this time, small

"Little monk, why have you been so long and still so big, you won't have grown up!"

"Let's go out for a walk!"

As usual, Wei Li still talked a lot in front of the little monk, even if he hadn't seen him for thirty years, but this had never changed.

"This is still my little girl from before!"

The little monk's heart warmed. Then he helped the girl and got off the bed. As soon as she walked out of the meditation room, the girl who was supported by the empty little monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then collapsed to the ground, but this time Wei Li did not faint, but just sat on the ground.

Wei Li held the little monk's thin body and said weakly: "Little monk, I really can't go this time, even if someone asks me to go, I can't go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Li suddenly coughed up a bloody arrow again.

This scene instantly wiped out the joy of the little monk's previous life, and all that was left was impatience and panic.

Afterwards, the little monk hurriedly made a few gestures and wanted to go to the doctor. was about to get up, but was stopped by Wei Li.

"Don't go. Little monk, listen to me. I was already seriously injured and there was no cure. This time I came back with my last breath, and it was all because of me, no... Think... Lose... About..."

The last few words, Wei Li, were uttered completely with blood in his mouth. When Wei Li said it, it was extremely difficult, and the little monk was also confused when he heard it, he kept shaking his head again and again, and tears immediately burst out of his eyes!

"Little monk, listen to me, after I die, you will bury me in the depths of the bluestone path, so that I will never leave again......"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Li died and died.

Perhaps feeling that Wei Li's vitality was gradually dissipating, the empty little monk panicked and burst into tears.

There were still some unbelieving little monks who shook Wei Li, who was already dead, but they didn't see any movement from the girl.

"Ahh

The empty little monk who fell from heaven to hell may not be able to stand the stimulation of Wei Li's death, but he has not made a sound for more than thirty years, but at this moment, a roar is all vented.

Thirty years of youth, once old!

In an instant, the appearance and body of the empty little monk changed instantly, the skeleton grew wildly, and after a while, he experienced the upright of his youth, the vicissitudes of middle age, and finally fixed on the rickety body of the elderly, and his appearance became full of wrinkles.

"No!"

The little monk of the empty cang, like an old lion, let out a hoarse roar again.

Then, according to Wei Li's last wish, Monk Kongcang picked up Wei Li, who had not yet dissipated, and walked to the depths of the woods on the bluestone path, where Wei Li was buried!

"After thirty years of waiting, time can't bury the original agreement, but in exchange for another parting after meeting, life and death!"

Kneeling in front of Wei Li's grave, the empty little monk muttered to himself, there was nothing to love in life, and his face was full of ashes!

I don't know how long it took, after sitting for a long time, Monk Kongcang turned around and chose to leave!

He chose to go down the mountain and chose to avenge Wei Li. If he does not avenge this revenge, he will not be at ease......