Seeing this, Nameless couldn't help but feel ridiculous, and sneered, for this kind of reincarnation of the heavenly maiden, she didn't believe in gods and demons.

In her opinion, Shui Yao's birth had nothing to do with the heavy rain that day, but just happened to get together, and the story of the woman who gave birth to the baby boy, as well as the story of some villagers who repaid their wishes later, were nothing more than a matter of chance.

But for the people of this village, deep in the mountains, where superstition and customs are common, they will not take these things into account at all, and will only blindly listen to the words of the goddess.

"What a poor woman, forbidden all her life, without love all her life." Nameless closed the book, walked to the stone statue of Shui Yao, and stroked the hem of her skirt, showing a little pity in his eyes.

Immediately, something suddenly came to mind, and I opened the book again and turned directly to the last page.

Sure enough, this was in line with her estimates, and the biography of the eleventh saint, the stone statue woman in the front lobby, had been torn out, except for half of her portrait and a name.

"Yan Lange."

Nameless stroked her portrait and called her name again and again, and for some reason, a sense of familiarity arose, as if the name had been heard somewhere.

"Perhaps, there is some inseparable connection between this last saint and the deserted village, otherwise the record of her would not have been torn up."

She puffed her chin in deep thought, but it wasn't long before a shout pulled her back.

Nameless crossed his hands and snorted dissatisfaction from his nose, but an uncontrollable smile appeared on this little face.

Apparently she was expecting it.

She held up the book with both hands, put it back in its original position, and then jumped to the door of the shrine.

She leaned against the wooden pillar and stared with amusement at the back of the little monk who was sweating profusely not far away to find her, but did not stop him in time.

"Miss Kira! Kira girl! Are you there! At this time, Qingyuan's throat was already a little hoarse, but he still didn't give up searching, and then searched in this labyrinthine deserted village.

And Nameless saw that he was about to go away, and finally opened his mouth to tell his direction.

"Little monk, turn around." Nameless said as she picked up a stone and threw it, but when the stone was about to come out of her hand, she hurriedly stopped it.

It's just a stone, but throwing it at this distance will inevitably hurt that guy.

After pondering in her heart for a while, she reached out to untie the ribbon on her head, and in an instant, the mist and clouds that were as black as the night scattered and hung down to her waist.

"That's fine." Nameless smiled silently, wrapped the ribbon into a small ball, and then threw it forward, hitting the back of Qingyuan's head very accurately.

However, as far as Qingyuan's bald head can be used as a light at night, it is difficult to aim accurately.

"Shhh The little monk rubbed his head in pain and sighed slightly.

Although Nameless deliberately chose a soft ribbon, she didn't have a heavy hand, coupled with the fast speed, it was inevitable that it would hurt a little when it hit Qingyuan's head.

"What is it?" After a brief moment of pain, the unresponsive stupid fellow silently turned his head to look behind him, and at a glance, he saw the namelessness at the wooden door.

"Miss Kira! You're here! As soon as he saw Nameless, Qingyuan immediately ran forward, "Huh...... Call...... You'll be fine......" He gasped and smiled dumbly at the woman.

And Nameless, but still maintains her usual stinky face.

"Huh." She deliberately said in a snarky tone, "I'm not like you, clumsy, naturally nothing." ”

"Yes, if you think about it carefully, Miss Qi Luo has always been a very good person, how could she be so ......clumsy as a little monk" Qingyuan lowered his head and muttered to himself with a smile, the further he said the words, the weaker his tone became, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

But when he raised his head again, the haze in his eyes had been swept away, and there was only a pleasant color in his eyes.

"However, seeing that the girl is safe and sound, the little monk is relieved, and he is really relieved!"

He smiled and bent his eyes, as if he wanted to compare who was more like a crescent moon with the bright moon hanging in the sky tonight.

Nameless, on the other hand, was disused by his sudden concern, and hurriedly ran past him, came to the spot where he had been standing, and lowered his head to pick up the ribbon that she had wrapped into a small ball.

"What are you coming to me for?" She untied the ribbon with three or two strokes, and with just a random tie, she tied up the three thousand green silks high and tied a spiritual ponytail.

"Self-...... I apologize to Miss Qiluo, little monk, I ......"

"Don't say it, I don't like to hear those honorifics." Only while Qing Yuan was buried in his whispers, Nameless came to him with a glimpse of his speed, and intercepted his next words, "Besides, you don't deserve to make me angry. ”

With that, she rubbed Qingyuan's shoulder and returned to the Holy Maiden Shrine first.

The little monk had to sigh silently, and muttered to himself: I don't know when the uncertain female benefactor in front of me will be able to truly forgive herself, so let's follow in first.

Then he followed the nameless to the ancestral hall, and the first thing he saw when he entered the house was attracted by the begonia flower swaying in the moonlight.

"It's really a well-blooming white begonia." Qingyuan walked quickly to the bottom of the tree, pulled down the sublime flower branches with gentle movements, and came close to watch.

Begonia, not as delicate as the gorgeous peony, nor as arrogant as the snow plum, its body seems to have an innate charm, attracting visitors.

It's just that this begonia seems to be a little different, it is more prosperous than the begonia peanut that Qingyuan has seen, and it also has a refreshing aroma.

"Hey, it's strange that this begonia is so fragrant." Qingyuan let go of his hand and looked around the begonia tree, his face full of doubts.

Nameless, who had just come out of the house on the left, happened to hear the little monk's question, so he quietly answered.

"What's so strange about this, aren't all flowers scented?"

"Miss Qiluo, don't you know that not all of these flowers are fragrant, especially about why this begonia flower has no fragrance, there is a legend hidden behind it."

Qingyuan smiled and walked to Nameless's side, and without waiting for her to answer, he told this poignant story to himself.

"Begonia flowers, also known as broken intestines, their flower language symbolizes lovesickness and bitter love. According to ancient legends, there was an official lady who had no parents' orders and matchmakers' words, and the same man secretly agreed, so she had been waiting for the man to propose marriage at home and marry her. So, she stood by the wall every day and hoped for it, but even to death, she couldn't wait for her beloved. And the woman's infatuation moved the heavens, and in the place where she stood every day, red flowers irrigated by her tears and love grew. Since then, this story has been widely spread in the world, and the world has named the flower 'Begonia' after a woman. ”