With the experience of sending Xie Tangli away, Yue Di always has some confidence in her heart, and she doesn't have to breathe when she talks about it.

Not far away, Su Huairan took her through a small bamboo forest to a deep meditation room.

Push the door and enter the interior is fresh and elegant, full of greenery, and there is a soothing fragrance on the face. As far as the eye can see, there are all, a few futons, a table, a wooden fish and an old monk. There is an agarwood burning on the case, and there are two jars next to it, the whole body is porcelain white, and I feel a chill soaked in my bones before I touch it, and it should not be an ordinary thing, or this is not a thing in Yunyi Temple.

The sound of pushing the door alarmed the old monk who was meditating: "Master Su, this is the little benefactor of Yuedi?" The old monk's voice was calm, like a chime bell outside, and people felt at ease.

Su Huairan pushed Yue Tu to the front, and his eyebrows and smiles like a fox doing business to sell his goods to the old monk: "Yes, she is the Soul Indulger I told you." is young but has already emerged. ”

The little head at the bottom looked at Su Huairan and then at the old monk, when did he have a reputation, didn't he just send Xie Tangli away? It's a bit of an exaggeration, it's more accurate to be a businessman who wasn't a demon in his last life.

Yue Di's eyes were white, don't look at what he said to praise himself, the more this happens, the more abnormal it is, it is enough to see how much meaning these scriptures mean to him.

But I can't be a fool who opens my eyes, I see myself at a loss, this bastard doesn't know how much, and I have to get it back this time.

The old monk stretched out his hand as dry as the bark of a tree and gently grabbed Yuedi's little hand, the warm feeling spread from the palm to the heart, this warmth made her a little trance, Su Huairan's hand was cold, her body was also cold, and so was her heart, she almost forgot that there were still warm people in this world.

"This case is the ashes of Miss Yi's parents, and the old man has told them countless times that Miss Yi has left, and she has been away from Yunyi Temple for ten years to no avail. But in order to survive their old age, they need to chant the sutras day and night, but it is never a long-term solution, and they will not be long in the world if they stay in the world for too long. ”

"Ahh It turns out that the master is here to let them last a little longer.,I thought I was afraid that they would become resentful spirits.。。。 It's me who is narrow-minded. ”

"The little donor doesn't know what happened back then, and the old man is clumsy and cursory, and hopes that the little donor won't let the couple go too painfully."

Yi Peony is good at painting flowers, especially good at peonies, and peony flowers are especially good at painting purple peony. People often say that Mrs. Yi will be named, and the peony should be called peony, and it is not right to call jasmine and gardenia. This name was born for her, and it has also become a lifelong curse and a shackle that cannot be escaped.

Mrs. Yi stood outside the doorrail and covered her face with a fan and chuckled: "I don't have this ability, I am a name given by a master, and I calculate that this child is the king of flowers in the future." ”

Speaking of this tall man, he is a child, with a sword and eyebrows, and his bones are full of righteousness, but his cheeks are sunken and his clothes are ragged, and he seems to have traveled thousands of miles, and there is a little mole on his left eyebrow.

"This child will have a catastrophe in his life, but there is the Lord of the Flower God behind him, and he has the ability to turn the tide after the catastrophe, so it is better to call it a peony, which can be regarded as a thank you for the gift of the God of Flowers."

At the beginning of the spring equinox that year, the yin and yang were even, the peach blossoms were beginning to bloom, and the Xuanniao flew back from the south despite the cold. Yi Peony, who was already in Jinse's year, frowned annoyed as he looked at the endless stream outside the door, how many of them were really for painting, and how many of them came to propose. Others don't say it, but she herself is like a mirror in her heart.

The long line of Yi Peony in this row was furious, as if there was a pot of boiling water gurgling and the lid couldn't be suppressed, and he threw his sleeves to drive the little chicks out: "Don't paint, don't paint, don't come in the future!" ”

As soon as Father Yi came out, he saw Yi Peony rudely chasing guests, stretched out his hand and pointed at the tip of her nose, hating that iron is not steel: "What is this for, you are a guest, this is how I taught you hospitality?"

"Guest? Where did the visitors come from? I think they are all hooligans, and a few of them sincerely want to paint, and they all propose marriage through the origin of asking for paintings! ”

"Hey~~ It's almost time for you to get married, you're already twenty years old, how can you still have a child's temper, the girls who are about the same age as you have become mothers, but you don't even have a shadow."

When it comes to getting married, she has a headache, this matter is in a hurry, should she just find someone to live with?

"I'm not married, I'll go up the mountain in a few days." After speaking, he turned around and left only one back for Yi's father.

"Up the mountain? What do you do up the mountain? ”

"Go up to the mountain to be a nun!!"

"Iniquity!"

After listening to Father Yi's words, Mrs. Yi comforted him that it was just a child's angry words, how could he take it to heart?

"In a few days, her energy will pass, and when the time comes, I will introduce her to a few more signs, and if you have a good family background, you will also lose your anger."

As a result, Yi Peony disappeared the next day, leaving only a note: "At that time, I said that I was going to become a nun to inform you, not to discuss with you." ”

Yi's father's hand holding the note trembled with anger, and his face turned red into pig liver color: "Rebel, unfilial piety!" Look at the good girl you taught is now a monk, not our Yi family! ”

Mrs. picked up the note that was thrown to the ground by Yi's father, she still understands her daughter, maybe there are too many people these days, they are forced to be tight, this girl is annoyed, she doesn't want to leave home but wants to go up the mountain to breathe: "It's better to go up the mountain to see her in a few days, Peony has been a good child since she was a child, this time she is forced too tightly, she is just going up the mountain to breathe." ”

The old monk on the mountain had been waiting for her early, and Peony had greeted the old monk before going up the mountain, and the old monk only smiled slightly after hearing the reason for Peony's renunciation.

"This Zen room is rarely lived, the environment is fresh and elegant, and it is a very suitable place for young ladies to paint."

"I'm a monk, don't call me Miss anymore."

The old monk didn't nod, whispered the Buddha name, and touched Yi Peony's head with a smile: "This guest room can see the scenery under the mountain, there are birds crying in the early morning, it is very quiet, Miss can rest assured that she can meditate and cultivate here." ”

Peony: Why can't this old monk understand human speech?

Spring comes to the valley rain, the shy blooming peach blossoms are already full of fragrance, the peony has been up the mountain for almost a month, the people who come to her in addition to their parents are a few people who sincerely want to paint, the clean days make her mood a lot better, counting the days are almost time to go home.

The soft rain silk is woven like the spring yarn of smoke, the cool raindrops moisten the boredom of the early spring, the light moon veil at the time of the spring night, the moonlight is calm and soft, there is a family not far from the foot of Yunyi Temple Mountain is also quiet, quiet without a trace of popularity. There was no one alive everywhere the black-clothed shadow went, the bright sharp knife emitted a cold light in the moonlight, and the dazzling blood dripped down the blade onto the corpse, his eyes widened, he didn't bat at death, he didn't know why he was killed until he died, his mouth was wide open as if he had screamed in pain before his death, but the desperate cry for help did not wait for their savior.

The Ling family was all dead, but the black shadow man still didn't leave, he remembered that there was a little girl and the Ling family's housewife.

Cutting the grass must be eradicated, otherwise when the spring breeze blows in the coming year, it may not be who will die.

"Boom !!" The sting has passed, this second spring thunder is really frightened The little body in the cabinet is not light, the trembling body keeps drilling into the mother's arms, the mother stretched out her cold hands, and pinched Ling Qingqing's immature shoulders like a zombie, in addition to the fear of death and the hatred of Ling Qingqing on her face: "All dead, all dead, I thought you were a disaster star at the beginning, your foolish father said that he would protect you, and now he is dead worse than anyone else, you!" They're coming, you go and cover for me, you can die, I can't die!! ”

"Don't, mother~Don't leave me behind~" The footsteps outside the door are getting closer and closer, the sound of the blade cutting through the bluestone slab makes the scalp tingle, and the signal of death constantly stimulates Ling Qingqing's mother's nerves, she is like a beast that only knows how to follow instincts, regardless of the child's struggle, she buys time for herself with flesh and blood.

However, her behavior was simply childish in the eyes of the black shadow man, the woman rushed out of the wardrobe and threw Ling Qingqing in the opposite direction, but the woman was faster than the man's knife, the knife fell in her hand, and the head fell to the ground, the young Ling Qingqing watched the strange man cut off his mother's head, and before he died, he didn't even let out a "ah" of pain, and the bright red mixed with the rain stretched to the little girl's side, dyeing her flower skirt red and staining her flower shoes.

Her frightened brain was blank, her throat had lost the ability to speak, and her blank eyes were filled with only the reflection of her mother's rolling head, and she clearly saw fear, pain, unwillingness, and resentment towards herself in that familiar and old face, and she was to death

Didn't forgive themselves.

The knife that flashed with cold light was raised by the man, just blocking the moonlight shining on Ling Qingqing's face, she looked up at the masked black shadow man stupidly, calmly without any expression, only the hot tears that kept pouring out of her eyes could show that she was extremely scared.

"I pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, Miss has lived so painfully at a young age in this life, let's choose a good time to be reincarnated in the next life."

In vain, blood splattered, and the warm blood water all hit Ling Qingqing's body, warming the chill brought by the cool rain on the cool night.

Ling Qingqing's personal maid blocked the knife with her delicate body: "Miss... Slave, you can still hold on, ha. Please, please Miss please go away... The slave is in the way for you. ”

"Qingmei... Qingmei specially turned her back to Ling Qingqing, she didn't want her tragic face to be seen by the young lady, she was still a child and shouldn't leave a shadow.

"Let's go!! Don't look back, don't let the slave die in vain... ”

The man's knife kept stabbing Qingmei's stomach and chest, which was full of holes, and finally became a puddle of meat mud.

Ling Qingqing struggled with her weak legs and kept running, she didn't dare to stop, she ran as hard as she could with the screams behind her. No, you can't let the green plum die in vain! You must live! Ling Qingqing held such a belief, ran all the way and hid all the way, and finally met Yi Peony who was picking flowers at the foot of the mountain of Yunyi Temple.

This sister is like a fairy, beautiful and incomprehensible.

Yi Mudan was stunned for a moment when he saw Ling Qingqing, who was covered in blood and his face was like dirt, and then smiled gently, his warm hand was soft, and he gently put it on Ling Qingqing's shoulder: "Hungry, right?" Come with me up the mountain. ”

When Yi Peony took Ling Qingqing up the mountain, a sharp knife looked at them quietly, and a presumptuous and arrogant smile quietly watched them leave in the night.

"Miss Yi, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The man stood at the door of Yi's house with a knife, "buckle button~", and there was a complaint from the door: "Who is it on this big night?" ”

The man said in a deep voice: "It's Miss Yi's husband." ”

"Miss's husband?" There was a disdainful voice from the little guy in the door, and everyone really had it these days, "My young lady hasn't married yet, where is the husband, I think you are sick and can't find Langzhong!" ”