Jiang Yunyu suddenly remembered something, so she asked, "I wonder if your temple can unsign it?" ”

Guiyuan first paused for a moment, and then smiled lightly: "There are few fireworks in the temple, and there is no such position." ”

"The little girl is presumptuous." Jiang Yunyu said embarrassedly.

"Nothing."

Jiang Yunyu knew in her heart that Wuxiang Temple was inaccessible, unlike Taizhao Temple, where incense was prosperous, so naturally it would not have the various functions of such fancy styles.

She just remembered the marriage lottery she had drawn in Taizhao Temple in her previous life.

The two were speechless for a while.

Inside the main hall.

Vajra looked angry, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the Buddha was full of compassion and looked down at the people below.

The abbot was so old that he forgot how old he was.

He sat cross-legged on a futon, holding a long string of prayer beads in his hand.

One thousand and eighty golden silk bodhi seeds, like living creatures in his hands, shone brightly under the flickering lamp.

The poor monk is obsessed, he thought.

The golden ginkgo rushed into his eyes, and he saw that the gate of the Wuxiang Temple was in front of him.

Gui Yuan said suddenly: "The mountain road is dangerous, please be more careful." ”

Jiang Yunyu smiled lightly: "Thank you, master." ”

As soon as she stepped out of the temple gate with her first foot, Lan Ting rushed out of nowhere, tugging at her sleeve and refusing to let go.

Jiang Yunyu was stunned in place, not knowing how to react for a while.

Seeing this, Gui Yuan quietly walked back, leaving this place for the two of them.

Lan Ting was very uncomfortable, and his heart seemed to be tightly pulled by someone.

In his barren emotional world, he suddenly realized what it meant to be sad and parting.

It was as if he suddenly understood what it was like to be in pain.

Although his body will never experience pain, what hurts him is his heart.

Jiang Yunyu held his hand full of scars, and there was some poetry in the corners of her eyes, she was very angry, she was only sixteen years old, why did she experience death and parting, and she had to endure life and separation again.

After getting along with Lan Ting for a few days, not to mention how deep the feelings are, reluctance is certain. The boy was very well-behaved and didn't talk much, but he felt that he was very sensible.

The two people who don't like to talk seem to have developed a unique tacit understanding.

Or maybe because of her life experience, she takes special care of this child.

But the two places are about to be separated so soon, and she also promised Su Su to take good care of her when he grows up, and it seems that he is afraid that he will break the contract.

Since then, she has stayed in the soft red of Shizhang under the mountain, and he has returned to a blue light in the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

Goodbye, but I don't know what year or month it is.

"Well, let's go back."

She coaxed softly.

Lan Ting stared at her, his eyes lit with fire.

Jiang Yunyu sighed secretly, she would have thought that he was indifferent just now, but it was really her own, Lan Ting looked impassive on the surface, I am afraid that she has already fallen into it.

She squatted down and looked at him at eye level: "You are obedient, go back and practice well with Master Guiyuan, he said that you can go down the mountain, you can come to me, okay." ”

She touched Lan Ting's white little face, "Do you remember the person named Xie Qinglin, let me tell you, he will be the emperor in the future, you just go to him." ”

Unexpectedly, when Lan Ting heard this, his face became even more gloomy.

And Jiang Yunyu didn't notice this, "I'm leaving, otherwise I won't be able to go down the mountain before dark, and you can't bear to make me homeless at night, right?" ”

Lan Ting struggled for a moment and quietly loosened her sleeve.

Jiang Yunyu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got up, pushed him into the gate, and gently pulled the door shut, she held back her tears and began to go down the mountain.

When she came, the mountain road was endless, as if there was no end, until her legs were sore, and there was still no hope in sight, but when she came down the mountain, she felt much more relaxed, and before she knew it, she was halfway up the mountain.

She stood on a large rock and looked at the top of the mountain, naturally she couldn't see anything, not even a trace of the golden yellow of ginkgo.

She remembered that Shi Lanting didn't say a word of bitterness and tiredness, but she kept complaining in a low voice.

She's not as good as a child.

The forests in the mountains are still green, and in the deepest valleys, the trees hide the sun, and it is clear that it is daytime, but it is as dark and eerie as the night.

The clear stream flows from the temple to the bottom of the mountain, accompanied by the sound of murmuring water along the way.

She followed the sound of the water down the mountain.

With a crisp sound, a long string of prayer beads suddenly broke off, and one thousand and eighty round golden silk bodhi seeds were scattered all over the ground.

And the eminent monk who has lived for an unknown number of years has quietly sat down.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, snow-white hair, no different from his appearance before his death.

The Heavenly Gods and Buddhas seemed to sigh silently.

Deno and Lan Qian were waiting for her at a small inn in the small town down the mountain.

"Miss, Master Xie sent someone to pick it up." Lan Qian said, "He's really concerned." ”

As soon as Jiang Yunyu heard it, she knew that she was making fun of herself, this little girl was almost used to being lawless. She laughed and cursed, and the two of them helped them into the carriage.

At this time, she had a sense of realism that she had returned to the world.

Yesterday's all kinds of things are like a big dream.