I read this letter in tears, Ling'er, it turns out that the master is Ling'er! How did he, an ordinary person, survive these thousand years? Is it really worth it to spend several lifetimes of his life for my words?

I suddenly felt like a sinner, it seemed that I had done a lot for everyone, but in fact, they did more for me, I hurt them, they were not worth it for me. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was late at night, and a few owl calls woke me up from my grief.

Scripture Pavilion! I suddenly remembered that I hadn't been there yet! The candle dragon won't still be waiting for me underground, will it?

I teleported to the Scripture Pavilion, the bronze lock still hanging on the door, and the key was nowhere to be found, so I couldn't care about that much, and I pulled the lock off with one hand and went straight to the scroll on the wall.

As soon as my mind moved, the scroll flashed, instantly shrunk to the size of a thumb, and was taken into my arms. Press the mechanism, remove the slate, and jump in without hesitation.

It was still the same route as before, and when I walked out of the passage and into the altar, everything felt like yesterday.

I just glanced at the masterpiece in front of me and teleported to the coffin. In addition to the sarcophagus, the coffin was obediently pestled there, and the coffin lid had already been lifted aside. I jumped up and looked into the coffin, and there was no shadow of the candle dragon except for the pile of treasures.

I jumped down in disappointment and retreated from the coffin. Looking back at the huge stone coffin, there were ten thousand unwillingness in my heart.

By the way, go to its house and have a look!

I moved to the entrance of the slide, looked inside, and used my hands and feet to use my gecko mana to follow the original path of the slide to that section of the passage. There are scattered gravel everywhere around the passage, and I think it was left behind by the candle dragon when he smashed his body against the stone wall in order to find me.

Walking along the passage in the direction of the chasm, around the corner, my "visit here" mark is still embedded there. The past came back to me, and I wanted to see the candle dragon sooner.

This time I'm not so stupid, the speed is just right, and with a teleportation, I have reached the exit of the passage, which is the rift that has been greatly expanded by the candle dragon.

I stepped on the gravel and drilled through, and the long-lost hell finally appeared in front of me again. The thick fog in the abyss was still filled, and the sound of water was bursting, but there was no candle dragon in sight.

Where is it? Didn't you return to the present with the clear space, but lost in the chaotic time and space? Oh my God, isn't the chance of us meeting again almost zero?

Hope was disappointed, and unspeakable grievances came to my heart, and I couldn't help but yell "Candle Dragon" to vent the sorrow I had been suppressing.

I sat on the edge of the sinkhole, staring at the fog that obscured everything, thinking about the moments I had with the candle dragon.

It flashed in my mind that when it first brought me and left here, it curled up to observe me. That time, if it weren't for the fact that I found the burning wooden stick and messed things up, maybe I would have jumped into this abyss in a daze for the sake of face, maybe it would have been a hundred gone, and there would have been no more things that followed.

When I was sucked by Yaochen's blood, I fainted, and the candle dragon didn't know how to get me into the scroll? As soon as I got out of the scroll, it was wrapped around the sacred tree and looked at me so nervously, letting me toss up and down, left and right, back and forth in the middle of the abyss, until I was as light as a feather and could control the direction freely, and then it expressed its joy with juggling movements.

It is the most real and profound feeling for me, and I miss it.

But, this friend who can't speak, where are you? I'd love to go down and see what it's like under the abyss, and if you're sleeping in it, Candle Dragon?

But I'm afraid, I don't dare to take this risk, I'm afraid that the outer one will fall into another time and space, what can I do with the father and son in the void? The clearance is miserable enough, I can't let him go through the hardships anymore, I feel that it is my responsibility to make their father and son live well and with dignity. For the sake of the people around me, I can't take risks anymore.

I hid my face with my hands, and said "I'm sorry" in my heart repeatedly, and at the same time, perhaps made a vow: "Candle Dragon, when I have my wish, if you haven't shown up, I will definitely go down to find you."

I stood up, took one last look at the foggy abyss, and resolutely turned back the way I came. This time, I lost the anxiety I had when I came, my pace was a little more steady, and my heart became more determined.

"Candle Dragon, I'm in the Shenlong Temple, I'll wait for you to come back."

Out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the bright moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard, and the shadows of the trees swayed. Two owl calls drew me to look up.

It's still the familiar lonely old owl, maybe it has just shaken off the feathers on its body, and the feathers on its body are still at a glance, and when it sees me looking at it, it forgets to put it away, and it looks at me with a pair of round and big eyes, stupidly.

Does it recognize me?

I remember it was there when I first went up the mountain, so why is it ten years old? I didn't expect it to have such a long lifespan, it's really long-lived!

Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but look at this old birthday star twice.

I went back to the abbot's room, packed up the bed, and thought that today's events were also a little strange, and there seemed to be a god in the dark, and it was really a coincidence that the book was not written, and the letter sealed under the collapse was discovered by me on a horse......

Thinking in a daze, he fell asleep.

I slept very soundly. When I returned to the temple, my heart was like a small boat in the harbor, and it was very stable, even if there was a big wind and waves outside, it had nothing to do with me.

I don't know how long I slept, but there was a sound of scratching the door left and right outside. I jumped up from the collapse and fell on it like a wild beast, listening intently.

"Don't scratch, don't scratch, go play elsewhere, Uncle Shi is sleeping!" It was headroom pressure that said in a low voice.

"Master, why is Uncle so lazy, the sun is drying his buttocks, Nianci is up, why can't he pay it back?" Nian Ci's milk voice complained milkily.

"Uncle Shi is tired, don't make noise, let him have a good rest."

"But Nianci still wants to play with him!" As soon as you hear the voice, you know that the child is pouting.

"Do you like Uncle Shi?"

"Of course I like it, he's so good-looking, who doesn't like it?"

This little guy!

I smiled, quickly put on my empty monk's robe, moved to the door, and opened it suddenly. The two turned their heads together, one big and one small, and their movements were uniform, but they were really father and son, so tacit!

The two of them were caught in the bag, and they were embarrassed to get up, and the clearance was busy explaining: "Noisy with you, right?" This kid likes you, and he clamoured to come to you early in the morning to play, and he came by himself without looking. Did you sleep well last night? ”

I closed the door and smiled and nodded slightly, "Okay." ”

Look at the little guy again, he was quite brave just now, but now he somehow cowards, pulling his empty hand, hiding behind him, only showing his little head, putting his index finger in his mouth and sucking, looking at me blankly.