The next day of the spring night, the first light wisps. Bai Hong had woken up in the early morning, looked at Ye Qingwan who was sleeping soundly on the side, and gently left a kiss mark on his forehead. Dressed in plain clothes in green clothes, with a guard, he went straight to the Tianqi Temple.

Facing the morning glow in the mountains, climb to the peak of the West Mountain, Tianqi Temple.

Bai Hong was shocked by what he saw: three days later, the temple with strong incense was completely dilapidated; Stepping into the temple, the walls are ruined; The courtyard is even more barren and overgrown, broken and lifeless; What is even more shocking is that the side temple was rotten and collapsed within a few days.

Seeing this scene in the temple, he was stunned, his pupils suddenly dilated, and Bai Hong suddenly felt panicked and powerless.

"Old monk! Old monk! ”

Quiet, quiet, quiet, no one responds. What's going on!

I didn't see it for three days, what happened! Bai Hong asked hysterically in the depths of his heart: Old temple master! O old fairy! Where are you!

A few days ago, I came to the temple to hand over the invitation, and the congratulations of the old temple owner, his happy face, and the memories in his mind have been imaged frame by frame. This is the first time I have seen the old temple master, and I am smiling so truly!

Bai Hong curled up weakly, whimpered and fell to his knees, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his fist smashed to the ground.

Seeing this, the imperial guard Xu Qingchen hurriedly supported and comforted the young master. Bai Hong couldn't hear the voice at all; Only echoes in my mind, every word and word that the old temple master has said.

Wrong! He is an immortal, how can he not be considered ruined today! He's testing me, yes! It's definitely a test. There must be clues in the meditation room, the meditation room!

Bai Hong thought to himself, and rushed into the meditation room like crazy. With the violent sliding of the door, the dust and smoke scattered in all directions, and the smoke filled the entire meditation room. No one cleaned it for three days, and it was dusty and cobwebs all over the windows. He rummaged through the meditation room, but there was no trace......

Bai Hong's eyes were dark, and he fell into a futon in the sinking earth, and he fell asleep with a whimper. What appeared in the dream was the scene of meeting the old temple master for the first time.

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In the twenty-ninth year of Qiyuan, the first day of June was in midsummer.

Pengze Lake, the night is heavy, in the breeze and drizzle, the mountain stream and lake gradually rise smoke waves. Slowly come a flat boat, the candlelight gathers and scatters, and a jade tree in the boat is Bai Hong, who folds the letter with a pen, opens the window on the side of the boat, and the letter is handed out with shaking. The boat galloped and saluted, taking away the letters.

In the middle of the night, Bai Hongqiu fell asleep soundly, and the boat drifted wantonly.

The next day, the glimmer of light shone on the face. Bai Hong was awakened by the halo and saw that it was early in the morning, and the boat was resting on the island in the lake. After the night rain, the air is fresh, the birds are singing on the mountain islands, and the smoke curls on the far shore. It seems to have the flute sound of a talented and beautiful woman, tactful and ethereal, as if it has been a song for ten thousand years. He stretched out and got out of the boat, looking around. It seems to be seeking, and it seems to be waiting. After a long time, he entered the island, stepped on the Qianmo path, and walked all the way to the top of the green mountains of the isolated island.

The sun rises, the clouds and mist disperse, and the mountains and rivers gradually brighten. At the end of Qianmo, in front of Bai Hong's eyes, the ancient temple that was hazy in the clouds and mist gradually became clear. In his eyes, the door of the ancient temple was ajar in the early morning, and Bai Hong quietly entered the temple in white clothes. The sound of chanting came from the temple. So that he was very interested, followed the sound of the scriptures, and found the main temple in the temple.

Although this temple is simple and quiet, the incense is vigorous. It is too early to come, the incense in the courtyard has not yet been cleaned, but the main temple of the temple is bright and clean, stands a tall Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue sees an old host with a yellow beard in front of the back.

The old host closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, Bai Hong folded his hands and stepped into the temple door cautiously, not daring to disturb the temple master at all. The old host seemed to notice something, interrupted the chanting, and turned around to bump into Bai Hong. He couldn't take his eyes off it, looking at the face of the man in white, a pair of old and godly eyes, as if he had seen through everything deeply. The longevity eyebrows danced in a leap, first a little surprised, there were words in the mouth, and then the eyebrows and eyes gradually stretched, returning to calm...

Bai Hong was not at ease, and just wanted to make a gesture and open his mouth to ease the atmosphere, the old host stopped talking and led the son into the meditation room. The old host lit agarwood, burned wisps of incense, and gathered his energy. The two sat on both sides, sat quietly and said nothing for a while, and the son wanted to break the deadlock several times, but was stopped by the old host with his palm.

Bai Hong sat in meditation without any intention and looked around the meditation room.

Not... This Zen room, although the shape is small, but built-in Gihuan Jingshe, there is a plaque in the middle, well... It is written......

When Bai Hong was looking around and thinking, the noisy footsteps appeared outside the meditation room, and his footsteps gradually became clear when he listened carefully.

"Young master, young master, we can find you!" The ministers wept and gasped for breath, and entered the meditation room. The imperial guards who followed behind him were already lined up outside the meditation room.

At this time, Bai Hong felt that the tranquility of the temple had been ruined, and bowed to the old host wordlessly, and wanted to turn around and leave when he was bored.

"Please stay."

The old host's hoarse voice contained full of neutrality. After speaking calmly, he slowly put the ribbed paper letter written in his hand into an envelope and handed it to him.

"Temple Master, this is?"

Bai Hong took the letter and interrogated.

"Needless to say, please return to Luan and unseal it."

The old host has never revealed the identity of the son, even though he already knows it.

At the foot of the isolated island mountain, the dragon boat replaced the berth of the boat, and Bai Hong stood on the bow of the boat, looking back at the ancient temple. The old host in front of him seemed to be in front of the temple, watching him leave slowly. Back to the palace, unfold the letter of the old temple master, there are only eight big characters on it:

Dependent origin and extinction, reincarnation in this life.

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The remnants of the wind have turned into a weed,

The mud lotus is just lingering.

Cherish a petal of incense,

Remember the previous life.

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In the Xiyuan Palace, Bai Hong's white clothes have been untied, and the dragon robe is on his body, pacing for a long time; Eight characters in the mind, ups and downs; The young man was anxious, so he made up his mind, paid a private visit, and went to the ancient temple alone.

At night, on the vast surface of the lake, a flat boat slowly rows by. The boat stopped at the shore, and Bai Hong showed people in white clothes again. The temple door was actually hidden, and he hurried into the temple without thinking too much. The temple was slightly desolate under the moonlight, and the starlight in the meditation room in the distance guided the young man forward.

Tap no one answers, slowly push to see a person.

In the meditation room, incense is burned, the candlelight is long, and the old host sits on the futon, as if he knows that the young man is coming, and the tea is ready; I also think that the boy will take a nap and the bed will be fine. Under the guidance of the temple master, the young man sat on the bed, a sip of tea refreshed people's hearts, just wanted to speak, suddenly dizzy, lying on the bed...

In the dream, Bai Hong's body is frivolous, parallel to the temple master, proudly traveling in the sky, overlooking the earth.

"Look."

The temple master opened his mouth and pointed to a place on the earth.

The young man looked for what he saw, and the scene suddenly changed, and the two were floating in the river, feeling a little panicked.

"Don't panic, it's a mirage."

The temple master opened his mouth and motioned for him to look forward, and the young man really saw clearly.

"It's... It's not... The current Hokkai Park? Where I crossed back! ”

The temple master smiled indifferently.

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The boat passed away, and the river and sea sent the rest of his life.

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In 2019, in Beihai Park on a midsummer afternoon, the rolling heat wave swept across the lake and turned into a breeze.

In the middle of the lake, a pleasure boat slowly rowed by, ripples splashed and clear waves, on the boat, a handsome young man stood on the deck of the cruise ship, looking sideways at the island in the middle of the lake.

This person is Bai Hong in the present world who has not yet crossed, and at this moment, he is enjoying the rare free and pleasant time after the college entrance examination alone. The surface of the water reflects the lush forests in the distance, and the pleasant picture of the White Pagoda Temple.

The lake is empty, and the microwave is heartwarming. The young man looked at the empty lake, his heart gradually fluctuated, he took a few deep breaths, turned sideways to face Qionghua Island in the middle of the lake, and shouted from the bottom of his heart and hysteria, and his heart that had been oppressed for many years was finally completely released. At this moment, in the teenager's cross-body bag, the mobile phone flashing and vibrating, and the updated messages on the screen one by one, are the sincere greetings of family and friends to the students after the college entrance examination.

After more than ten years of hard study, I was relieved. made the teenager who should be safe and comfortable, but fell into the emptiness of the endless cycle after the exam. The world is still chaotic, and the young man has no intention of replying, he just wants to empty his body and mind and enjoy this moment of "loneliness" alone.

Out of nowhere, there was a tactful and ethereal flute sound, as if it had been a song for ten thousand years.

The sky was clear and the wind was smooth, and it should have been blue and cloudless, but only in the distant sky directly north of the cruise ship, a rolling dark cloud, floated leisurely.

The boy looked at the clouds stupidly, fantasizing and longing... At this moment, he has turned into an eagle, dancing in the wind, striking the sky, soaring between heaven and earth; shuttle through the vastness; Overlooking the solstice of heaven and earth. The young man stood for a long time, sighed leisurely and said:

Admired by it, between pitching, it has been a trace;

Today, we all yearn for, a paradise, a fairyland on earth!

The breeze gradually rose, slowly blowing the young man's delicate face, gently stirring the green silk. The young man's heart slowly calmed down and gradually became indifferent. The lake breeze gradually changed, and the north wind blew slowly. Before the clouds arrive, the rain arrives first. The drizzle of rain fell into the young green silk.

A song of smoke and rain is playing in response to the scene. The raindrops are following the accompaniment, and the regular dripping is on the shed. The rain poured down towards the calm lake, and the lake and the raindrops gathered in the embrace; The water splashes and dances, and the air bursts open; In the distance, the White Pagoda Temple is immersed in the illusion of clouds and mist and vast smoke waves.

The boy on the boat, with his eyes closed, immersed in it, hummed according to the rhythm. This "one-leaf light boat" is accompanied by the sound of music, floating in the wind and rain and cutting through the lake.

At this time, the dark cloud that emitted dazzling lightning happened to be directly above the "Yiye Light Boat". In an instant, the water in the center of the lake seemed to be boiling, and the water surface began to tumble; In the huge lake, surging in an instant, white-headed waves rolled up for no reason, and the cruise ship swayed violently from side to side. The boy was defenseless against the sudden change, failed to grasp the railing in time, his center of gravity was unstable, and the whole person plunged into the lake.

The boy fell into the water, and the lake water poured in from all directions, engulfing and enveloping his body. At this moment, I only feel that my body is weightless, and I will inevitably fall to the bottom of the lake, and the bottom of this Beihai lake is like a black hole, attracting the person who has fallen into the water and sinking deep into the bottom of the lake. The young man began to pour water into the lake, but he had no choice but to use his hands and feet and struggle desperately, but he was powerless to fight against the huge whirlpool at the bottom of the lake. Like a remnant leaf, it was irresistibly sucked into the whirlpool of a black hole and sank to the bottom of the lake......

The lake calmed down instantly, as if nothing had happened just now, still indulging in the beautiful tranquility of midsummer, and on the calm lake, only the "light boat" slowly drifted by.

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At the end of the song, the person is not dispersed, and the life depends on the past life.

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Now, the young man floating on the lake, watching what he had experienced, couldn't bear it, and looked at the old host and asked earnestly:

"Can't you save me?"

"Everything you see and hear is what you have experienced, and besides, this is your life, you can see again."

The scene changed dramatically, and modern urban buildings collapsed and were replaced by large-scale, well-planned buildings. The palace buildings with flying beams are painted and the mansions of the wealthy families are continuous on the streets, and the streets and alleys are endless and prosperous, and the time and space have changed into the Tang Dynasty.

"Is this also my past life?"

"Yes."

"How is it an empress? Could it be Wu Zetian? In the Tang Dynasty, I was actually Wu Zetian?? ”

The old host tapped the young man's forehead with his knuckles and replied:

"The beauty of thinking! That's not you. ”

"You're Li Zhi."

As we entered the palace, no one noticed the two of us, although there were people coming and going. Li Zhi, who was lying on the hospital bed and dying, waited for Wu Zetian to retreat...... The scene in front of him traveled at eight times the speed, and finally froze at the scene of Emperor Li Zhi's death and Wu Zetian falling down on the bed and crying silently.

"It's... Is this really my previous life? ”

"Yes, your sixth reincarnation is all imperial destiny, reincarnation and generational succession."

The old host nodded.

"Speaking of which, why am I just an ordinary person in modern times?"

"You mistakenly cast into a mortal womb in your sixth life, but there will be an emperor in the end, so you will be reincarnated, travel through the present dynasty, and possess the only son of the crown prince, the first emperor has died, and the son of the emperor is the best fate."

The old host paused, and then said:

"There are still four lives, unknown, see?"

……

"Temple master, are you really not an immortal, in charge of mortal lives?"

The temple master was speechless, flicking his sleeves;

The picture freezes, when you wake up from a dream;

Empty...

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