It was rainy, and Wutai Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist.

Cai Xiuying held a food box in one hand and an umbrella in the other, slowly walked up the steps step by step, and after walking one hundred and eight steps, she was already a little tired, with some exhaustion on her face and some sweat droplets on her forehead.

She walked in front of the Tianwang Palace, picked up the sandalwood on the incense table, lit it, and knelt down in front of the temple, she bowed three times, stood up, and inserted the three sticks of incense in the incense burner in order, and took out a golden money bag from her sleeve and put it in the merit box, and then she walked to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, still kneeling and worshipping, and then walked to the Guanyin Temple, her tears couldn't help it, and her eyes swirled.

"I beg you, Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is suffering and saving people, can you give me back Gorou."

Cai Xiuying she looked at the statue of Guanyin, Guanyin didn't say a word, just looked at her quietly, she got up, put the incense in the incense burner, and walked to the front of the Tibetan Temple, still kneeling and worshipping, the sound of chanting came from the hall, over and over again, she stood in front of the hall in a daze, because the voice of chanting was her familiar voice, the voice was Yang Wulang's voice, I don't know how many times I chanted, suddenly the sound of chanting stopped, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the person who came out was a monk in a monk's robe, shaved his hair, and had a ring scar on the top of his head.

The monk saw Cai Xiuying, and was a little surprised when he saw it for the first time, and then deliberately avoided her eyes, as if he had never known each other, and planned to save him and walk away, but was hugged by Cai Xiuying from behind, and her tears finally couldn't hold back, and it was a big deal for his monk's robe.

For a long time, neither of them spoke, but suddenly, the monk spoke,

Come with me"!

Passing through the corridor and entering a secluded courtyard, the monk opened the door to the meditation room, and the two of them entered the corridor.

It was a very simple room, with only a bed, a low coffee table, a tea set, a bookcase, a pen, and a piece of paper.

No more superfluous items.

"The county lord must have told you!"

"If it weren't for the county lord not to say it, wouldn't you plan to never tell me for the rest of your life that you are still alive"?

Yang Wulang ignored her and only cared about making tea by himself.

"Why, why, you're here"?

"As you can see, I put everything down and practice here."

"No, have you forgotten, have you forgotten why the Northern Han Dynasty was destroyed, forgot about us, you see, I brought your favorite Hongsao roast pork."

He didn't even look at it, closed his eyes, and muttered in his mouth.

"Amitabha".

"The most poisonous thing in the world is hatred, and hatred is, either because of love, or a little robbery, poor monks, just hope to practice here, accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, this remnant life, donor, or please go back, in the future, don't come again, never see each other again in this life."

Yang Wulang closed his eyes, lowered his head, folded his palms, and began to chant.

Cai Xiuying stood up slowly, looked at him, her tears fell on his monk's robe, he turned around, walked slowly, and muttered to himself: "I will never see each other again in this life, I will never see each other again in this life, I will never see each other again in this life."

She suddenly laughed and walked out of the meditation room, he was relieved, she did not leave immediately, but stood outside the door, he sat in the meditation room, looking at her shadow outside the window, and still reached out to wipe away her tears, his tears wet his own monk's robe.