The days are fleeting, and according to the information investigated by the disciples, the identity footprints of the Xuyun monks of this Yunmo Temple are as white as a blank piece of paper.

I only know that he entered the monastery more than ten years ago and became a monk, and the rest of the things can no longer be investigated, as if he was erased in this world.

Mu Ziluo thought to himself, this Xuyun was either a nobody, or he was a powerful person, so powerful that no one knew his identity and origin.

If this is not the case, how can a person live in this world without any traces.

Mu Ziluo began to be curious about the void clouds.

On this day, it was the day when Mu Ziluo decided to set off for Yunmo Temple, the sky was a little gray, and the dark clouds were covering the head, cool and cool, afraid that it would rain.

The day before yesterday, she had told her father Mu Qingyuan that she would go to the temple to pray for blessings today, but Mu Qingyuan only thought she was bored in the house, so he went with her.

Originally, Mu Qingyuan wanted to arrange two family members to accompany him, but Mu Ziluo refused, because he didn't want to be too ostentatious, and the carriage also used an ordinary carriage without the flag of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Everything was ready, Mu Ziluo embarked on the road to Yunmo Temple, the two coachmen were dressed as secret guards under the Shura Gate, and Liuxiang also faded from the neutral dress on weekdays, and today is also the maid dress of Liuli on weekdays, and sat in the carriage with Mu Ziluo.

After Mu Ziluo went out, he lurked in the Prime Minister's Mansion for many days, and Luo Mingchen's subordinates saw that the people who were waiting finally went out, so they quickly returned to the Prince's Mansion and returned the news of Mu Ziluo's departure to Luo Mingchen.

Luo Mingchen was crooked with the prince's concubine in the prince's mansion, and when he heard the news that Mu Ziluo was going out alone, he instantly left the concubine and went out.

"Have you found out where she went?" There was a triumphant smile on the corner of Luo Mingchen's mouth.

Since Mu Ziluo left the palace because of the last time Feng Hongya, he sent people to wait in the Prime Minister's Mansion every day, just to wait for Mu Ziluo to come out, so that he could have a chance encounter with her.

A few days ago, I found out that she went out to visit Feng Hongyan, and the person sent back said that Luo Jiwen was there, and he was not good to go, so he gave up.

Today, no matter what, he has to say two or three words to her, and he, Luo Mingchen, has never bothered so much about a woman.

"Back to the prince, we lined up people to follow all the way, just now to report, the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion seems to have gone to the Yunmo Temple outside the city, the small one inquired among the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Miss Mu went to the temple alone today to pray for blessings." The little guy next to Luo Jiwen replied.

When Luo Mingchen heard the answer, he laughed twice, and then said, "Let people follow carefully and don't be discovered." Then he said to the people in the house, "Come, prepare the horses, this prince is going out." ”

Out of the city gate, the road to Yunmo Temple is a winding and endless path, stretching in twists and turns, there is no end in sight, as far as the eye can see, it is an endless emerald green. It also adds a bit of greenery to the road.

After a long time, away from the verdant path, the carriage still walked on the somewhat bumpy mountain path.

Different from the previous road, on the path that is about to reach Yunmo Temple, although it is paved with stone slabs, it is extremely desolate, and the weeds have grown to the road, and it seems that it has not been stepped on for several years. On both sides of the road are bare hills, dwarf shrubs, and occasionally a bird or two can be seen skimming the sky.

"Bang...... Syllable...... Suddenly, there was a bell from the mountain in the distance, and the air swirled in this valley, and the aftermath was around the valley, I don't know if it was because it was a temple, listening to this bell was like being able to cleanse people's hearts, making people drunk and a little trance.

The carriage stopped at the intersection of the temple, and Mu Ziluo got out of the carriage and looked in the direction of Yunmo Temple. This temple is peculiar, it is not built at the foot of the mountain, but it is indeed built on the mountainside, and it takes more than 100 steps to reach it.

Even though Mu Ziluo was tough, she was also a woman, and she was already out of breath when she walked to the temple gate.

"Miss, how are you feeling?"

Liuxiang was born in martial arts, and this step is not the same thing for her at all, and at this time, she saw that there were fine beads of sweat on Mu Ziluo's forehead, and she was busy helping her dry it with a handkerchief.

Mu Ziluo took the handkerchief and wiped it himself: "I'm fine, let's go in." ”

The courtyard wall of Yunmo Temple is apricot yellow, and the ridge of the temple is blue-gray. The sky is gloomy, even if it is daytime, Yunmo Temple is shrouded in white mist, ethereal and hazy, and it seems to be extremely silent and gloomy.

Mu Ziluo walked in and saw two Bodhi trees, huge and incomparably large, obviously having been here for some years. There were only one or two monks in the temple, and there were no pilgrims, so it was really deserted.

As soon as he came in, a monk came to ask, and after Mu Ziluo made it clear that he was coming, the monk led Mu Ziluo and Liuxiang to the wing room to wait.

The monk who led Mu Ziluo to the wing room called nothing, only to see him leave the wing, turn around and go to a secret courtyard, where a monk was meditating, knocking on the wooden fish, holding Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Presiding, there's a young lady who claims to be from the Prime Minister's Mansion who wants to see you." The little monk didn't speak.

It turned out that this monk who was meditating was Xuyun, and he was also the host of this Yunmo Temple.

Xuyun didn't even open his eyes, but his tone was calm, and he returned coldly: "I don't see." ”

The little monk was a little embarrassed, but the host's temperament was still the same as always, and some pilgrims came here on weekdays, and the host was reluctant to meet. But I remembered what the female donor said, if the host is not seen, you can say two more words to him: "Host, the female donor said that if you are not seen, you can say two words to you." ”

"Say"

"Yingluo"

Hearing the word Yingluo, Xuyun's closed eyes suddenly opened.

He remembered how long it had been since he had heard those two words, which were the man's name.

Who the hell is it, how can he know this name, and still come to him, there are not many people who know him who knows Yingluo, and only a handful of people know his identity.

"Where's the person?" Xuyun asked.

"In the East Wing."

As soon as the little monk's voice fell, there was no longer a void cloud in front of him.

It was the first time he had seen the host so impatient, and it seemed that the female benefactor was a powerful one.

Xuyun flew to the east wing of the temple and landed in the courtyard, a little hesitant, not daring to push the door in, but still close to the window of the wing. The window was propped up, and you could see the wooden purple basket inside.

Mu Ziluo was waiting quietly, with a gentle smile on his face, drinking the little monk's ungiven water one by one, and there was no tea in the temple.

As soon as Mu Ziluo raised her head, Xuyun saw Mu Ziluo's face, and her eyes immediately widened.

That face, that face, even after more than ten years, is still clearly imprinted in his mind, dreaming back every night at midnight, lingering.

Now this face, even if it is only seven points similar, he can still recognize it at a glance, it is Yingluo's face. But he clearly knew that the person in front of him was not Yingluo, but just a long-looking image, how could there be a second Yingluo in this world, besides, Yingluo had been dead for many years.

Xuyun carefully observed Mu Ziluo and found that Mu Ziluo was only in his teens, thinking of what Yingluo had confessed more than ten years ago, and said that someone would come to look for him in more than ten years.

Sure enough, after waiting for more than ten years, it finally came.

Mu Ziluo has been sleeping for fourteen years, as if she was born, her five senses are extremely sensitive, how can Xuyun's sharp gaze escape Mu Ziluo's feeling, she already knew that someone was peeking at her.

"Since the Void Cloud Mage is here, why don't you come in?" Mu Ziluo looked at the window where Xuyun was and smiled lightly.

What a powerful little girl, so observant, Xuyun thought to herself.

Xuyun turned and walked through the gate into the wing.