Gu Yexi took an early morning flight to the old cultural capital of Q Province.

After he went back last night, he dreamed of the figure that made him "haunted by dreams", and after waking up, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep again, as long as he closed his eyes, the red figure would appear in front of him.

When the sky was slightly bright, he called his assistant and said that he was not going to the company today, and he was going to find the old abbot to have a good chat about what he said before, as well as the problem of the unprovoked fever of the bracelet yesterday. He has been wearing this bracelet for nearly ten years, and this is the first time this problem has occurred.

I don't know if the old abbot with a gray beard is still alive, but he must go and see it.

Q Province is a province and city loved by archaeologists, and there is a very classic ruin, the tomb of the prince.

Many scholars are keen to speculate about the reason why the former crown prince did not enter the imperial tomb, but chose to bury himself in a small province and city far from the capital at that time. Some say it's his mother's hometown; Some say he has a soft spot for this place; Others said that the woman he loved the most was buried here, and he wanted to stay by his lover's side.

Accounts differ and opinions vary.

Gu Yexi's destination was a temple not far from the prince's tomb.

This temple is far less famous than the Prince's Tomb, but it is said that the temple is hundreds of years old and has been passed down from generation to generation. Although the temple has been renovated and rebuilt countless times, there is still a strong sense of history in it, and every believer who comes to worship has a sense of identity in their hearts.

Gu Yexi is not a believer, but as the holder of the Yin and Yang Eye, he has always been in awe of ghosts and gods.

Today is slightly cloudy, and there is a drizzle in Q Province. Gu Yexi didn't have an umbrella, and let the cool rain hit him. He climbed up the hill along the somewhat slippery bluestone path, looking at the green plants on both sides that were reflected in the rain, and felt the long-lost tranquility in his heart.

The temple is called Seishiji Temple, and it is said that it was built by order of the royal family at that time. Qingshi, the first abbot of Qingyun Temple, is a holy monk recorded in history, in fact, he was not a believer at first, but later he didn't know why he became a monk, and he devoted himself to cultivation and became a generation of masters.

Today's Bluestone Temple is a bit deserted.

When Gu Yexi climbed to the top of the mountain, there was only one novice at the entrance of the temple holding a broom and carefully cleaning up the dust and debris on the ground.

"Donor."

Seeing someone coming up the mountain, the novice leaned his broom against him, folded his hands and chanted "Amitabha".

"This little master, is Master Qingyun here?"

Gu Yexi stopped and folded his hands politely and asked.

"Qingyun Master?" Shami looked up, a little surprised on his face. He scratched his bald head and said with some hesitation: "Don't you know, don't you know, Master Ancestor passed away ten years ago. ”

Gu Yexi was stunned.

Before this trip, he had already thought that the abbot who had turned gray at the beginning might no longer be alive, but he didn't want him to die ten years ago. At that time... It should not have been long after the abbot met with him!

His lips squirmed, and he was suddenly a little confused.

Seeing that he was already drenched in the rain and still standing in place not knowing how to react, Shami hesitated and gently pushed the half-hidden wooden door of the temple open.

"The donor wants to go in?"

Gu Yexi sighed and nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

Gently brushing away the hair that had fallen to his forehead because of the water, he thanked the temple

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Let's go.

The Sanskrit sound is soft, the main hall is filled with green smoke, and the huge Buddha statue has been damaged in some places under the erosion of a long time, but the stone Buddha has a smile on his face, and a pair of curtained eyes are full of compassion, and he understands the sorrow of the world.

Gu Yexi stood in the hall, gently closed his eyes and emptied his thoughts, not thinking about superfluous things.

The tip of the nose is full of the smell of Buddha incense, calm and calm.

He stood quietly like this, and after a long time, a warm male voice suddenly came from behind him, calling him softly.

"Amitabha, would the benefactor be willing to tell me the reason for looking for a teacher?"

Gu Yexi opened his eyes and turned around, and saw a monk in his forties wearing a robe, looking at him with a smile.

Tutor?

Gu Yexi quickly reacted to the identity of the person in front of him. It is the disciple of Master Qingyun and the current abbot of Qingshi Temple!

"Master." He put his hands together in front of him, and the Buddhist beads on his wrists appeared in front of the abbot's eyes.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the abbot raised his head, looked Gu Yexi up and down carefully, and then stayed on his face for a moment, realizing in his heart.

"It's rude." He smiled and apologized.

Just now, he was chanting in the inner hall, and the little apprentice suddenly ran in and told him that there was a man outside the door, and he wanted to find the last abbot, Master Qingyun. He was a little surprised when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he put down the wooden gas in his hand and walked towards the main hall, wanting to see what kind of person he was.

The one who came was a nobleman.

The abbot looked at the Buddha beads on Gu Yexi's wrist and smiled lightly.

This string of Buddhist beads used to be an item that the master never left his body, and it was also a sacred artifact handed down from the temple. At that time, he asked Master about the origin of the Buddha beads, but Master just knocked on the wooden fish in silence and shook his head. Then one day, the beads suddenly disappeared from the master's wrist, saying that they had found someone who was destined to be found.

Not long after, Master had a candlelight night talk with him, told him a very old story, and then passed away the next day.

This destined person really came to the door again as the master said.

"Donor, please come with me." The abbot turned sideways, and a small pavilion in the temple appeared in Gu Yexi's eyes.

Gu Yexi nodded, followed the abbot through the drizzle, walked to the stone table in the pavilion and sat down.

Xiao Shami quickly ran over with a pot of tea, poured it for the two of them, picked up the broom that had been put aside and ran out.

"The tutor had long expected that the benefactor would come." The abbot lovingly watched his youngest apprentice disappear from his sight, took a sip of the teacup, and said, "This string of Buddhist beads is the item of the ancestor of the bluestone a hundred years ago, and it is also the magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in the bluestone temple. ”

Gu Yexi was shocked when he heard this, lowered his head and looked at the wooden bracelet that he used as a talisman in disbelief.

He could imagine that this was a very valuable item, and the mysterious and delicate wood grains on the bracelet alone were by no means ordinary, but he didn't want to be a relic of the legendary bluestone master!

It's so well preserved! Hundreds of years! There is no damage in the slightest, and the surface remains smooth all the time, how is this done? Besides, why should the holy relics that have been passed down from generation to generation in Qingyun Temple be handed over to him who is not a believer, isn't this a token thing?

The abbot knew what Gu Yexi was surprised about, he slowly took a breath and looked at the drizzle outside the pavilion, with a smile in his eyes, not dissatisfied with his master's decision at all.

"Would you like to hear the story of the bluestone patriarch?"