Su Zhen put her hands together and bent down reverently.

"The donor came in the middle of the night, but he had something to ask." His voice is strong and long, which seems to dissolve the anger generated by all things and makes people feel calm.

The tone is so determined? Could it be that she knew she would come?

"Master, do you recognize the dust?"

"The dust of the high monk is in the world, and it is said that he has already been turned into an immortal and has become a Buddha with a golden body."

Su Zhen was excited when she heard this, "He's really dead... Forehead...... Master, do you mean he really passed away? ”

"Yes, but the legend isn't entirely true."

"What do you mean by that?"

"There are other rumors that Chen could have become a Buddha, but because of his attachment to Hongchen, he fell into reincarnation."

It turned out that Yin Shen was not lying, but since he had died a long time ago, how could he help her be reborn?

"Aren't all monks pure? Why is he still trapped in this world? ”

"People are born to go through eight sufferings, and it is rumored that the dust once moved the hearts of mortals and fell in love with a woman, so that the Tao was ruined."

Monks move mortal hearts?!

Su Zhen had a splitting headache, and the sound of chanting sounded in her ears again, and the spiritual consciousness inner Yuan Dan was running rapidly, and she felt that the discomfort disappeared and she felt a lot better.

"Donor, don't try to change the number of lives of others, otherwise you will definitely affect yourself."

"Do you know who I am?" Su Hao said vigilantly.

"Amitabha." He didn't answer, just continued to twist the beads.

"Being in the Six Realms, being is reasonable. Could it be that the so-called help of the world and saving people by your monks is just conforming to the destiny of heaven, and when you see people who are about to die, you can also see that you are not saving them? ”

"But the donor is different, it is a variable in the catastrophe."

"Variables?" Su Hao's eyes were deep, and the spiritual power in her palms surged, "Who are you?" ”

"The poor monk's name is light." He turned slowly, his face was charitable, his eyebrows and beard were white, and his eyes were calm.

"The Light Master of the Cloud Frost Temple?"

"Amitabha, if the donor tries to change the rules of heaven and earth again, he will definitely be obliterated by it."

"Again? When did I change it? Su Zhen searched for memories and asked tentatively, "You mean Xiao Chuhong?" ”

Her heart seemed to beat with the faint sound of the wooden fish.

Qingxiao did not answer, but took out a wooden hollow cylinder from the cuff, about three inches, three fingers thick, and the hollow lines were intertwined to form a strange pattern.

"Master, what is this?"

"This thing is given to the donor, and the poor monk only knows that this pattern comes from the blue jacaranda flower, and it is the most favorite thing for dust."

Su Zhen's vision was blurred for a while, she seemed to see a seed planted with someone somewhere, but why couldn't she see his face clearly?

Just as Su Zhen wanted to ask more, she heard Mo Sheng's voice outside, "Childe, a guard has come in." ”

She gritted her teeth, walked to the window and opened a slit, looked back at the light, quickly pushed open the window and jumped out.

After a while, a guard walked in with a very respectful attitude, "Master, the general invites you to go to the mourning hall to chant sutras." ”

"Amitabha." Faintly and calmly stood up, as if nothing had happened just now.

......

Su Zhen and Mo Sheng came out of the General's Mansion, and it was already time at this moment. After the curfew, the streets were already empty, the shops and restaurants were closed, and the only bright color was probably the paper lanterns hanging in front of the houses.

"Childe, look at the sky!"

Su Zhen raised her head and saw a prayer lantern slowly rising into the air, and the bright yellow candle flame illuminated the dark night sky as if it were day. It is like a river full of stars, igniting hope in people's hearts. The dark golden light in her pupils crossed, and on the white and flawless paper outside the prayer lantern, the words full of sincerity and sadness were all reflected in her eyes.