Snowflakes fluttered in the sky like fireflies, and the distance between heaven and earth was pulled in, and everywhere was gray.

A slender figure slowly walked out of the door.

When your feet are on the snow on the ground, there is a slight "creaking" sound.

Along the mountain road, in front of you is the magnificent and huge complex of Shaolin Temple.

"Boom!"

A melodious bell rang, and a huge sound echoed through the mountains, and even the snow in the sky seemed to pause.

The man raised his head, stretched out his slender hand, and gently lifted the hat above his head.

It was a silver fox cloak, which set off her delicate face even more beautifully.

It's just that there is a trace of deep worry on this beautiful face, and the bright eyes are a little bloodshot, showing that the owner has not slept well all night.

The bells echoed, signaling the arrival of the early morning in the middle of winter.

Jin Lian moved slightly, and she walked towards the Shaolin Temple.

I walked all the way and came to the front of the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

When the monks on the road saw her, they all bowed slightly, and everyone was very familiar with it, and the women in the Zen monastery over there were also frequent visitors to the Shaolin Temple.

When she came to the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, she stopped, because she saw another slender figure kneeling in front of the pagoda, burning incense and praying.

Slowly came to the back of this woman, she also took the incense candle, knelt beside her, and the two girls knelt side by side.

After praying to the Buddha for herself, she opened her eyes and saw that the woman who had come before was looking at her with bright eyes.

The two girls looked at each other and smiled, and stood arm in arm.

"Wanjun, you actually came before me. ”

"Well, I couldn't sleep, I got up early, and the master guarding the door let me in. ”

The woman who arrived first. It's Ning Wanjun. She looked at the girl wearing the silver fox cloak, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes: "Qiu Yu, how are you feeling lately?

The maiden in the silver fox cloak. It was Murong Qiuyu, who was already twenty years old, and when he heard Ning Wanjun's inquiry, he nodded lightly: "Very good." I've pretty much remembered everything I had done before since that day's palpitations, and I haven't had much to do lately except worry about his condition. ”

The two girls walked side by side and walked slowly in the Shaolin Temple.

A group of monks ran in front of the second daughter, and the leader was none other than Huitian, one of the eight tribes.

Seeing them, the monks stood on their chests with one hand and gave a salute, and the two of them returned the salute. When the monks had run away, they walked to a secluded place to talk.

Murong Qiuyu said with some concern: "Wanjun, will what you said about Senior Ran be true?" It sounds so bizarre. ”

Ning Wanjun was also a little hesitant: "I can't say for sure." Ran Dongye's predecessor is such a powerful master, he shouldn't lie to us. Since she said it all, I think Yuan Zhen should still be alive. ”

"Of course, I also hope that Yuan Zhen is alive, but I always feel that this matter is too absurd, according to what Sister An said, at that time, the volcano was erupting, and there was a big mountain in the sky pressing down, in this case, is it possible for anyone to survive?"

"According to the normal situation, of course, no one will be able to survive in such an environment, but Yuan Zhen is not an ordinary person after all, he can communicate with the Buddha, can get the protection of the gods and Buddhas, and create things that ordinary people can't do, one is his forte, so he can't look at him with the eyes of a normal person. ”

Murong Qiuyu nodded slightly: "You are right, when I was in Hangzhou, I was already desperate, but he turned things around in that situation, and from that time on, I knew that he was different." ”

Ning Wanjun's eyes also showed a look of reminiscence: "Yes, when I was forced to marry Dongfang Shaobai, who would have imagined that he would kill Tianshan alone, and forcibly rescued me and Sister Caiyi from Li Yifeng's hands, such courage is not something ordinary people can have." ”

The two comforted each other for a few words, and Murong Qiuyu asked again, "Where did Sister Caiyi go?"

"Xu Xianxian and Hua Xiaohuan are a little emotionally unstable, Sister Caiyi lived with them yesterday, and it is estimated that it is almost time to get up. ”

"Wanjun I said, don't think about it, I see that Sister Caiyi seems to have a deep affection for him, but she hasn't shown it, yesterday I also saw Sister Caiyi crying alone in the room, but when she came out later, she returned to normal. ”

Ning Wanjun was not surprised as expected, but nodded slightly: "Qiu Yu, how can I not know about this matter, it's just that Sister Caiyi is actually very thin-skinned, I can't bear to say it in front of her, in fact, I already have a plan in my heart." ”

Hearing Ning Wanjun's words, Murong Qiuyu actually became a little nervous: "How are you going to care?"

Ning Wanjun turned her head, "What else can I care, I just hope that he can live, if he is really alive, everything will be arranged by him, I don't want him to break any woman's heart, of course, this includes me, you, and Sister Caiyi." ”

Murong Qiuyu paused for a moment, his face was happy, but then his eyes gradually dimmed: "That's good, but the premise is that he is still alive, more than ten days have passed, and I haven't heard from him, I'm really worried, if he doesn't come back, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to hold on." ”

Ning Wanjun's beautiful eyes were also shrouded in a layer of deep sadness: "Me too, I told myself to be strong and wait, but why is it so long? ”

As she spoke, the eyes of the two little girls turned red.

At this time, a voice came not far away: "Two girls, can you ask how to go to the abbot's courtyard?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, their voices seemed to be somewhat familiar, and they hurriedly turned around.

Not far away, there was a young man in a white robe, in the middle of winter, this person was actually wearing autumn clothes, wearing a white scribe's scarf on his head, not to mention the thin clothes, and he was holding a fan in his hand, shaking and shaking there, and I don't know if he was fanning the wind or the snowflakes falling around him.

There are many people in the rivers and lakes who have superb internal strength, and it is not uncommon for them to be bare-chested in winter.

Although I am not afraid of the cold, it is impossible to get involved with the heat in this weather.

This white-robed young man is very handsome, and it looks quite pleasing to the eye, but it's not so hot that you need to fan it!

Ning Wanjun and Murong Qiuyu glanced at this person, with a trace of nervousness, a trace of doubt, and a trace of disgust in their eyes.

Ning Wanjun has a good temper, although she won't show anything, but she doesn't want to talk to this character who looks like a son.

Murong Qiuyu didn't have such a good temperament as Ning Wanjun, her eyebrows raised slightly: "Where is the abbot's courtyard, what's your business! The abbot of Shaolin doesn't see outsiders now, you still come from something, just go somewhere!"

"Ahh

"What do you say?

Murong Qiuyu immediately didn't agree, someone actually dared to slander Shaolin Temple, if it weren't for Ning Wanjun's scruple in front of her ladylike image, she would have to do it now.

"Isn't it? Look at it, you see, what are these monks doing? They are worshipping, they are worshipping the Bodhisattvas of the soil, don't they know that these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are just made of clay? Is it true that the soil also has spirituality? They leave their homes and come to the temple to become monks, and their relatives and friends will be like passers-by from now on, and I don't think it's a good thing, so they may not be able to comprehend the Bodhi Path. ”

After speaking, the white-robed young man opened the folding fan in his hand with a "bang", and said slowly: "This is really, in the world of death and life, flesh and blood are scattered with dust and smoke, and the monks worship stone and soil, and have no chance to realize Brahma!"

"You're really inexplicable, what do people do to you? I think you're here to make trouble, this girl is today!"

Murong Qiuyu just said a few words impatiently, and suddenly the words were stuck in his throat, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, his fingers slowly raised, trembling and pointing at the young man in front of him, why is this poem so familiar?

Ning Wanjun didn't notice Murong Qiuyu's strange appearance, she just felt that the young man in front of her was a little too self-righteous, but Ning Wanjun didn't plan to argue with him, and she didn't want to make any trouble in the Shaolin Temple, so she just said to the young man: "You better go, you don't believe in Buddhism, but please don't make trouble here, otherwise others won't forgive you, in this world, no one can make trouble here!"

The white-robed young man smiled at Ning Wanjun: "Beautiful girl, your temper is a little better than that beautiful girl, but you are also prejudiced against Zai Xia in your heart, and now you are in a bad mood, not because of what happened, but because you can't let go!"

Ning Wanjun's pretty face turned red in an instant, this person was so outspoken, it was really begging.

But before she could say anything, the white-robed young man continued: "There are seven sufferings in life, the suffering of life, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, resentment, unbelieving, love parting, now you are struggling between asking for and loving parting, what you want to get, but you are afraid of not getting it, you are afraid of losing, you are about to lose, so you are worried, worried, I don't know if what you are saying is right?"

Ning Wanjun listened to his words in a daze, and tears gradually blurred her eyes.

Why are these words so familiar, aren't they the scenes that appear in dreams all the time!

Who? Who is he? Why do you say these things?

Wanjun, Qiuyu, what are you waiting for, what are you nervous about, and what are you looking forward to?