A young white-clothed monk looked extremely focused, and his knuckled fingertips held a black seed, reflecting his fingers as white as jade.

The breeze covers the roll, the plum blossom seems to be lonely and slides down the branches, the plum petals rotate and roll gradually stick to the forehead of the white-clothed monk, the flower reflects the human face, and it shows a different kind of handsome beauty.

A small child next to him crowded forward and lay down beside the hand of the white-clothed monk, raised his bare head and said crisply, "Senior Brother Lixuan is so good-looking!" ”

The white-clothed monk ignored it, as if he had only been attracted by the chess game in front of him.

The old monk who seemed to be sleeping had his beard raised high at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were open, but he showed himself clear and indifferent, "Ming Zhen knows what it means to be good-looking?" ”

"I really don't know, I only know that the female benefactor of Xiping Valley is also good-looking!" The little monk grinned and ran away.

The white-clothed monk turned his face slightly when he heard this, and his eyes that were as calm as a secluded pool flashed with a subtle fluctuation.

The old monk took everything in front of him into his eyes, and sighed, "All love will be, impermanence is rare for a long time, life is fearful, life is in danger of morning dew, from love to worry, from love to fear, if you are separated from the beloved, worry-free and fearless." Amitabha. His eyes slowly closed, as if he were still in a state of flux.

Li's heart moved slightly, and his subordinates were at a loss, and he didn't know how to move on to the next step for a while.

Extinguishing his hands together and reciting the Buddha's name lightly, separating many complicated thoughts from himself.

The white horse passed through the gap, and it had been nearly two years since the war between the Northern Dynasty and the Western Regions in the 57th year of Shouzong.

According to the historical records of the Northern Dynasties, the war was finally truceed under the strong dissuasion of Prince He Jing and the mediation of the two princes of the Western Regions, and this war in the troubled times was finally avoided.

It is said that there was a magical celestial phenomenon in the Huanyin Desert that time, and two strangers took away a woman from the hands of Hedai, the prince of the Western Regions.

The world did not know that in that vision, the stranger and the woman were hard to find.

Langa Monastery is secluded in the world, and the pilgrims who can be found here always have a very pious heart.

There are many pilgrims in the temple, and the incense that has been passed down for many years is gradually endless.

There are many rare herbs on the back mountain, and there are always people who go up the mountain to the temple to ask for medicine.

He wears a veil on his head and carefully discerns the medicine in a large area of grass and trees.

Ming Zhen jumped up and down behind him, picking up a bouquet of flowers and plants, "Senior Brother Lixi, what is this flower?" How did you be born so strangely. Lixiao took it, and his face was a little warm, "It's just that this flavor medicine is missing." ”

"Senior brother is looking for medicine for that female benefactor, right?" Mingzhen raised his round face.

Liwu clasped his hands together, "Amitabha." It's getting late, let's go back to the temple. The white-robed monk's robe was stained with a lot of mud, but it did not detract from his calm countenance.

There is a natural valley next to the temple, and outsiders are not allowed to enter on weekdays.

It's just that the abbot took in a woman two years ago.

I didn't know anything specific, but I knew that the abbot and the two strangers talked for a long time in the meditation room that day.

The female benefactor was seriously injured, and she should have been a desperate person, but for some reason she didn't stop breathing.

The abbot placed the female benefactor in the valley of Xiping, just because it gathered the essence of heaven and earth and the aura of the sun and the moon, and prayed for the blessings of the people. Maybe there can still be that glimmer of life.

The female benefactor was protected by the artifact, and lay quietly on the jade bed in the valley house for two years.

He had seen the strange woman, Shaohua with white hair and a beautiful face. He also asked the abbot why he would take in such a woman.

The abbot just said, "My Buddha is merciful, her deeds have come to this point, and the Buddha should try his best to help." ”

Gradually, I learned about the legend of the woman from the pilgrims who went up the mountain.

Compassion saves the world, and sacrifices oneself to become benevolent.

He asked himself, thinking that many good deeds can only be done by a Buddha, but this woman, with only her greatest strength, walked silently in the world.

It's night.

He took the potion and walked into the ashram.

The interior is dark, and the half-lit shadow stones emit a faint fluorescence.

He stood in front of the bed, "Amitabha." The female benefactor was disturbed by the annihilation. The woman on the jade bed was lying on it, with a light blue light floating around her. She looked good, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

"Offended." He reached out and took her long hair, smearing the potion from the bowl on it.

Every night, he took care of her and did his best to restore the color of her hair.

What woman doesn't care about her appearance, and believes that one day she will wake up, she will be happy.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, and his hands were folded.

The heart has been confused, and he has missed the red dust.

After leaving and returning to the room, the lights are lit up all night to face the wall and chant the Buddha's name.

The morning bell strikes, and the sound is clear and melodious.

When the eyes are first opened, there is no tiredness, and they are clear. There was a commotion from the direction of the main hall, and he pushed the door and walked out.

"Extinguished. You've come just in time. ”

Senior Brother Yuan Yin pointed to a group of people in the main hall with some annoyance, "Today's birthday of King Nanyin, I don't know where to get the inquiry desk of Langa Temple, and there will be a forty-nine day celebration ceremony in the Preparatory Temple. Now the temple can't be clean. Amitabha ......" shook his head and walked away.

Standing beside the bluestone paved road, holding a string of beads in his right hand, he looked at the distance at the foot of the mountain, his eyes were full of sorrow and joy, and he gently recited the Buddha's name.

Above his head, an old ancient ginkgo tree spreads its leaves, high into the sky, and its trunk is solemn and dignified. There is a wind blowing for no reason, and the leaves are fluttering, as if the golden butterflies are flying in the sky, which is magnificent.

At this time, there is a delicate and gorgeous small sedan chair on the road, and the person in the sedan chair is looking at the curtain, and inadvertently bumps into the Jinhua leaf butterfly full of eyes, and the young monk who stands quietly under the tree.

The person in the sedan chair couldn't help but cover her lips, the pupils widened unconsciously, she hurriedly ordered to stop the sedan chair, and the little hand hurriedly ran forward with the hem of the skirt, the beads and hairpins jingled, and she didn't care about the morning grandma combed her own hair ornaments.

Her long hair fluttered lightly across her lips, and the girl ignored the shouts of the guards behind her, "Seventh Princess! Seven princesses beware! ”

She suddenly stopped, for fear of disturbing the people under the tree, and shouted softly, "Brother Liu, is it you?" I'm Kaoru. ”

The white-clothed monk didn't look directly, but blurted out slowly, "Amitabha, if the donor is going to the main hall, please go along the left corridor." ”

Zheng Xun's eyes were incredulous, his beautiful face was a little red, and he said hurriedly, "Brother Liu!" You don't even recognize Xun'er? ”

The footsteps of the desire to leave stopped, and slowly met the girl's eyes, and there was no excess emotion in her eyes, "The benefactor of the extinction gave the donor a word, 'If you don't look back, why don't you forget.'" If there is no fate, why swear. Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, you are strange', Amitabha Buddha ......"

Tears welled up in the girl's wide eyes, and the monk who had gone away seemed to drain the last bit of happiness from her.

She sat down on the ground and couldn't hold back her crying anymore.

Sixteen years ago, the Nanyin Kingdom sent troops to conquer the Yuwen Kingdom.

Yuwen Kingdom is only a remote and small country among many countries, unbearable war, the lord of the country ordered people to sue for peace, and gave up the seven-year-old fourth son Yuwen Shen to make the Nanyin Kingdom, which is really a proton.

Yuwen Shenliu lived in Nanyin Country for fourteen years, until that year he received the news of the destruction of Yuwen Kingdom.

Since then, it has disappeared, the red dust has been broken, and it has escaped into the empty door.

And Zheng Xun, the seventh princess of the Nanyin Kingdom, has been entangled in Yuwen since she was a child, searching for his traces everywhere, and she never thought that she would meet him again in this empty mountain ancient temple after many years.

Her brother Liu, who didn't like to talk much since he was a child, brought an inexplicably melancholy brother Liu.

She has liked him since she was a child, and she likes to see him independent and introverted among many royal brothers.

But now, how can she redeem her Liu's brother?