Jiang Yunyu heard people say at the foot of the mountain, there is a spring under the ginkgo tree of Wuxiang Temple, called Guanyin Spring, legend Guanyin Niangniang passed by here, occasionally felt thirsty, and a spring water was born on the flat ground here.

If mortals drink the water of this spring, it can cure all diseases and prolong life.

For these ethereal legends, Jiang Yunyu didn't believe it.

However, everyone at the foot of the mountain is like this, and everyone is convinced.

At night, she suspiciously took a bowl of water from the small bowl she carried with her.

What if.

What if there is something magical about the spring water of this thousand-year-old temple?

"Shhhh

She tasted it herself, and the spring water on the mountain was very cold at night, and she only felt that the water was clear and sweet, and there was nothing special about it.

She pursed her lips and thought to herself, it was better to believe it than to believe it.

She carried a small bowl of water back to the meditation room arranged by the abbot for Lan Ting, and although she walked briskly, she also walked very carefully, and did not spill a drop.

The slightly old wooden door creaked, and she pushed it open and entered.

Lan Ting was very flustered in the house, he was already in a completely unfamiliar environment, Jiang Yunyu's room was next door to her, she had just said a word and went out for so long, he was at a loss.

Hearing this, he eagerly jumped out of bed.

Jiang Yunyu saw him stepping on the ground barefoot, and hurriedly said, "Why did you come down like this?" Aren't you afraid of the cold? Go back! ”

It was cold in the mountains, and it was night, and the stone slabs under my feet were as cold as ice.

Lan Ting lowered his head and looked at his feet, he did feel cold, he didn't dare to speak, he lowered his head and slowly moved to the side of the bed.

Jiang Yunyu couldn't stand him grinding like this, put the water bowl on the small table next to her, and walked over to carry him to the bed.

Then, under his clear gaze, he brought the bowl of water straight in front of him, "Ahh ”

Lan Ting looked at her with wide eyes and doubts, Jiang Yunyu felt a little uncomfortable, "Don't look at it, drink it quickly." ”

Seeing that the child obediently took it and drank it, she breathed a sigh of relief and put the bowl back.

Jiang Yunwan was very helpless, thinking that she, a delicate and pampered eldest lady, had ever done this kind of work of serving people, even if her father went to the family to decline, it would definitely not be like this.

This is really a little ancestor.

After he finished drinking the water, Jiang Yunyu rubbed his face fiercely to relieve his anger.

She went back to her room, rubbed her aching legs, and lay down on the bed without any image to speak of.

Although her body was very tired, her brain refused to rest, and in this silent ancient temple in the deep mountains, she remembered many things from the past, one moment it was the osmanthus flowers of the Wutong Academy sprinkled on the ground, and the other time it was the flowers in the imperial garden...... She also saw the two armies facing each other on the prairie, and the two sides of the Yangtze River were full of mourning...... In the end, it was as if the dust had settled, and everything dissipated into smoke......

The next day, when it was still bright, she woke up, only to feel that her legs were sore, and the slightest exertion was like a pinprick pain.

She knew that it was yesterday that she had been walking on the mountain road for a long time, but she didn't feel much uncomfortable at the time, but now she is about to lose her walk.

I can't help but smile bitterly, I am really delicate.

If she was in her previous life, she would have to find someone to cry about aggrieved, but now she has to struggle to stand up, not to mention, she can't find anyone to cry about now.

After walking a few steps slowly, the soreness in my legs improved.

She went to the next door to take a look, and when she saw that Lan Ting hadn't woken up yet, she quietly closed the door and went to find the abbot herself.

She only thought that she was sleeping well as a child, but she didn't know that Lan Ting was tossing and turning, and she was about to fall asleep in the early morning, so she naturally couldn't wake up at this time.

All the roads in the Wuxiang Temple are paved with stones, and no matter how thick the shoes are, you will be embarrassed to step on them, maybe the Buddhists want to cultivate themselves by sharpening the body? She was thinking so crankily that she gasped in pain.

Unknown weeds grow in the temple, and at this time of year the leaves are slightly yellowed, and crystal clear dew hangs on them.

Yesterday the abbot said that he would tell her the answer today, and told her to go to the main hall early in the morning.

When Jiang Yunyu arrived there, the abbot was already waiting here, still looking like an ancient well without waves.

She bent down and saluted: "Stay for a long time." ”

The old monk also folded his hands and saluted: "The female benefactor is serious, and the old man has just arrived." ”

Jiang Yunyu was noncommittal, and the abbot obviously didn't care whether she believed it or not.

Suddenly it was very quiet, no one spoke, the wind was strong in the mountains, and only the sound of the wind could be heard in the ears.

She's waiting.

The abbot's old face suddenly made waves, and he said slowly and solemnly: "The female benefactor has a noble person, it is Zi Weixing who has come into the world, and you have a great responsibility that cannot be shirked. After saying that, he looked at her steadily.

What Violet MSI? What incarnation?

She's just an ordinary person, if there's anything special, it's that she died once and came back.

Jiang Yunyu was shocked by this news, and her body shook slightly.

After a while, she reacted, looked at the old monk and muttered: "The little girl knows that she is shallow in her learning, and she has no ambitions, so she really can't understand what you are saying." ”

The old monk smiled mysteriously.

"This is providence."

Not again!

Providence again, she was really annoyed by these two words.

Why does everyone say that, secretively? Is my father like this, the abbot is still like this, what is the secret of her?

Could it be that when she was reborn, everything was different?