A short time later, footsteps could be heard outside the open door. The man seemed to be walking slowly, at least, he hadn't seen anyone emerge from the fog until now.

However, it was human, and her voice came first.

She said, "There is no one who can probe into my past." Monk, but you have suffered? ”

Mu Qingchen watched the white shadow gradually approach, obviously such a small person, but exuding the momentum of dominating the world, and she said that her past could not be explored, and she suffered a lot...... I see, the formation should be injected by this stinky monk, if the formation is broken, the formation builder will be induced, but that internal force should be left in the formation, how can it hurt this monk?

Mu Qingchen looked over and saw her approaching, and at some point, there was an extra knife with a dark body and a shiny black on her body. The few circles of red rope beside her fair-skinned hand were like blood that had not yet dried on the scabbard. He remembered that the monk told him that he could not be present, that he could not speak. Therefore, he closed his eyes, twisted the tea cup on the desk in his hand, and slowly opened his eyes when he heard the movement outside.

Jiang Jiuxiao's knife had been sheathed and held in her left hand, she exhaled, and at the same time, she looked around and found that there was no one else, but she always felt that someone was watching them, or more accurately, that person had been watching her.

"Amitabha, don't blame the donor, the bridge formation will awaken the seven emotions and six desires in the hearts of the world, if the donor is stranded in the memory, it will never be put forward."

"......" Jiang Jiuxiao narrowed his eyes, slowly approached the monk, and listened to him without stopping -

"The only constant in the world is that it changes all the time."

"In this way, I can also move."

"There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't have to force it. Go with the flow and have peace of mind. ”

"It's natural for everything to go. If you don't pay attention to it, you will be safe when you come, and it is not my wish? Although her words were still calm, she could indeed feel that the person was not as unwavering as her voice.

"Expectation and waiting, gain and loss, why be persistent? Look at the moment. It's mediocre and muddy. Let go of the thought, and be at ease. The monk's voice is still generally ethereal, and the Zen sound soothes people's hearts, but Jiang Jiuxiao lives outside the system.

"......" Jiang Jiuxiao didn't answer, put it down? If she can let go and say anything, then it will be time for her to return to the dust. She paused, the dark red under the mask drooped slightly, and her voice was extremely soft, "Only the fallen leaves return to the roots." ”

Now, the monk was silent, he never thought that this benefactor was asking for such a result.

He swirled the rosary in his hand and lifted his eyes, which had been closed.

Mu Qingchen sat in the back, which made him sit on pins and needles, he stood up, stepped behind the screen, and looked closer, closer. It's not that he doesn't understand these doorways, but he lives freely and doesn't like to be constrained by these rules and regulations. His only thing is just to do what he wants. But her, the fallen leaves return to the roots, what does it mean.

Although he didn't know the deep meaning of the conversation between the two, but, everything went? Persistent? A thought? What happened to the little girl's past. What he could feel was that this was far more complicated than he imagined, and it was definitely not something that could be said in a few words by a wild girl.

When he looked at it like this, he only found that she seemed to be slightly stunned, and there was the bald scoop of the stinky monk Liangtang.

Jiang Jiuxiao saw him suddenly open his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not go any further, stopping at a distance of only three steps from him.

The monk smiled and turned his prayer bead and said, "I wonder if the donor is willing to take off this ghost face?" ”

Jiang Jiuxiao was slightly stunned when she heard this, and said in her heart, she is worthy of being a Buddhist, but she knows which set she likes to come. If he asked if he could take it down, she probably wouldn't want to say a word to him at all, and she wouldn't listen to it any more.

The corners of his lips under the mask raised, "How to take it, what if you don't take it?" ”

"It's all the benefactor's will." The monk's eyes were clear, looking straight at her, but suddenly made her frown, who was looking at her in this eye? Jiang Jiuxiao was silent, and said in his heart, whose eyes are the eyes behind the monk's gaze?

She narrowed her eyes, chuckled imperceptibly, and slowly raised her right hand......