It was night, sitting in the meditation room, it was supposed to be a time to meditate, but he was still thinking about what Shentu Jingyao said during the day.

Originally, he was relieved to be this proton, and he was also ready to die in a foreign country, but all the changes began because of the appearance of a blue wolf, and with the words of Shentu Jingyao, he admitted that his heart had been shaken.

It's time for him to take the first step.

Likong remembered that his master, Master Xuyan, had told him before Yunyou: "One day you will meet again, and at that time, may you be as you first saw her, and your pure heart will still be the same!" ”

Five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Shentu Jingyao has really reappeared, and she has to pay attention to the words of the old monk, is this female doll really so important to herself? Are they really destined?

Just thinking like this, I suddenly heard the muffled sound of wooden fish outside, and the originally quiet temple seemed to be noisy, and there were bursts of fire reflected in the window, and something seemed to be happening in the courtyard opposite!

In the past, no matter what happened to the temple, he would not and did not want to pay attention to it, but tonight he seemed to feel something, and hurriedly put on cloth shoes and opened the door to see, and heard the little novice running outside and shouting, "Miss Shentu has lost her soul, please ask the abbot!" ”

Saying that, a group of little monks hurriedly ran over.

Something really happened to her! The hollow was tight, and he didn't care about his identity, so he walked quickly through the water corridor and walked towards the west courtyard.

At that time, the entire west courtyard was lit with bright candles, and when the wind blew, the candle flame swayed, reflecting a few shadows of the leaves that hooked the soul, swaying left and right, adding to the demon.

"Miss, wake up, wake up!" The old slave who came with Shen Tu Jingyao sat on the edge of the bed, tears and snot flowed out, choked up and almost speechless, he still called for the young lady to wake up!

There were also several young monks standing next to them, with their heads bowed and reciting scriptures.

When the time came, he called them "Senior Brother", and then went to see Shentu Jingyao's condition.

At this time, her little face was pale and bloodless. A pair of dexterous eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs were extremely dark, but they looked hollow and strange in the candlelight. The whole person was lying stiffly on the bed, and even the futon was cold and biting.

"Senior brothers, what's wrong with Miss Shentu?" I asked in a hurry.

Several young monks turned a deaf ear, still bowed their heads and read the scriptures, and the emptiness was commonplace, standing helplessly aside, there were too few people in the entire Lingkong Temple who could talk to him, and they all said that the six roots of Buddhism were pure, and they could enter the Buddhist gate, and these Buddhist brothers still regarded him as a foreign proton, and they all stayed away from him.

'The abbot should be coming soon!' Thinking about it after a while, she should know what is wrong with Shentu Jingyao, she is still a fresh and clever life during the day, but how can she become a living dead at night, it is unbelievable.

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a group of monks gathered around the abbot and several elders to arrive together, and the sky hid in the dark as much as possible, watching them enter.

"Abbot, please save my young lady!" The old servant hurriedly begged.

"Donor, please get up, wait for the old man to see what the young lady is!" The abbot picked up the old servant, and then checked Shentu Jingyao with the two elders: the pulse is normal, and there are no symptoms, what is the problem?

An elder asked, "Dare to ask the donor, I don't know what the young lady did before she fainted, please speak carefully!" ”

The old servant wiped his tears with his sleeve, sighed and said: "Miss didn't sleep for a long time after eating fast, and kept shouting for the old slave to tell her a story, and the old slave told her a paragraph, until the time of the fast, the young lady had sleep, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them again, and asked me 'Uncle Qi' I saw my mother, and then she said, 'I'll go to find my mother', and then it became like this!" Woo woo woo - my poor young lady! Madame gave birth to you less than two years before she left, my poor young lady—"

"Could it be that Miss Shentu really lost her soul?" A few small novices gathered in one place, whispering.

"The old slave remembers that Miss was born and it was thanks to the Xuyan Master of your temple that she was able to save her life, dare to ask the abbot, do you really not know where the Xuyan Master is now?" Uncle Qi still has a glimmer of hope, if he can find Master Xuyan, then Miss's hysteria may be saved.

But the abbot and the two elders both shook their heads, they didn't know when Master Xuyan left, how could they know where he was now, when this old servant came a few days ago to find Master Xuyan, presumably Miss Shentu's strangeness today must have a precursor, and the abbot and elders can't crack it.

"Master only said three words 'Mount Meru' before leaving, I don't know if it can be useful?" Likong stood up, he really wanted to save Shentu Jingyao.

"Mount Meru? Isn't that in the territory of the Akiran Kingdom? The abbot said, "Master Xuyan went to a foreign country? ”

"There are thousands of miles away from Mount Sumeru, even if you look for it, maybe the master will travel elsewhere!" "But before leaving, the master left me a bald eagle, saying that if you have any difficulties or confusion, you can write a letter to let the eagle pass it, and at its speed, it will not take five or six days to reply to the letter!" ”

"Great! That's great! Miss is saved now! Uncle Qi was overjoyed when he heard this, and he lost his temper for a while, grabbed his empty arm and thanked him again and again: "Thank you, little master, thank you, little master!" ”

"Then let's write to Master Xuyan quickly!" Qibo looked at the empty earnestly.

"Life is the way it should be!" The empty nodded, and the seventh uncle immediately brought a pen and paper and asked the empty ghostwriter to write the letter.

With the whistle, an eagle with silver feathers came with a long whistle and landed on the empty shoulder, under the eager gaze of the seventh uncle, the empty stuffed the letter into the roll that the eagle carried with him and sealed it, and then stroked the eagle's head, and said, "Go!" ”

The bald eagle roared away again—

Looking at Shentu Jingyao, who was still unconscious, he said: "The Requiem Sutra recited by the master has a miraculous effect, and tonight the little monk is willing to do his best to chant the Sutra for Miss Shentu all night, in order to wake her up!" ”