Since that day, every midnight hour, Xia Jiejie will be transformed into a golden sculpture on time.

The next day, Xia Guang pressed to resist the beating of his heart and stared at the golden girl beside him and counted silently.

Sixty seconds!

When the time came, everything was back to normal.

On the third day, Xia Guang made a new discovery.

He did a little experiment, which was to move animals.

At the moment when the imperial sister turned into a golden sculpture, he immediately tore his pillow to shreds and threw it out.

When the time came, the pillow was assembled again, and it was still in its original position.

On the fourth day, Xia Guang finally stretched out his magic hand to the imperial sister beside him.

Before going to bed, he could pull a bundle of the girl's hair and refused to let go, and Xia Jiejie naturally let him go.

And wait until that strange time comes again.

Xia Guang used the scorching internal force, and aimed at the bundle of hair to cut off the waist!

However, the hair did not move.

Xia Guang frowned, and he tried to push the golden girl sculpture again, but he didn't move.

It seems that such a body occupies this space in this way, and it will never change.

Try it day by day...

Xia Guang finally understood what that strange time period was.

It's time to stop!

Every midnight, the time that will stop completely, but how big is the scope of the stop at this time, what is the world like after stopping at this time, why does it stop from time to time, and whether he is the only one in this world after the stop, and what is the boundary of the world that stops from time to time, these Xia Guang is not clear, and he can't figure it out for the time being.

And his heart was full of fear about what was outside the door.

What puzzled him the most was whether the minute that stopped at midnight took up twenty-four hours of the day.

If so, based on the results of previous experiments, the object will return to its state as it was a minute ago.

In other words, at this minute, everything is most likely unchanged...

Then, it is very likely that for others it is 24 hours a day, but for yourself, it becomes 24 hours and 1 minutes...

Xia Guang tried a lot, but he didn't dare to go out after all, and the time passed day by day.

The depths of winter passed, and the weather became warmer.

The willows climbed up the branches, and the green smoke was cold and cold, light and thin like mist.

Xia Jiejie finally remembered to repay her vow, so she began to take time to apply for the procedures for leaving the palace.

The emperor seemed to be finally annoyed, and let the two souvenirs be set up outside, and then arranged for two Ouchi masters to accompany him to preserve the dignity of the royal family.

So, Xia Jiejie took her younger brother in light clothes, went out of the palace, and went to the branch of the Bodhisattva dojo "Green Pothos Zen Temple" on the north side of the capital.

Before the carriage left the cold palace, Concubine Zhen took the little princess and ran to say that she was going to the Bodhisattva Dojo, Xia Jiejie thought that the carriage could sit down anyway, so it would be good.

It doesn't matter what Concubine Zhen's surname is, after all, a concubine who has lost her power is also useless when she relies on her outside.

So, this woman who can be Xia Jiejie's aunt, said this and that along the way, chatting all over the world, Xia Jiejie just nodded "mmmm", barely holding up a "stabbing and breaking" aura.

Concubine Zhen is also a person who has been mixed in the wind and waves, otherwise she would not have become infertile after giving birth to the little princess, but she can still live.

Therefore, she naturally had insight into the nervous mood of the eldest princess, so she also specially picked some things that the eldest princess could talk about, talked about some interesting things about Buddhism, and talked about the recent activities and dates held by Buddhism in the capital.

Soon, the two chatted, and the little uncle and the little princess were left staring at each other.

It's just that the former is pretending to be confused, and the latter is really confused.

The little princess is naturally also surnamed Xia, and her name is Lingyue.

The branch of the Green Pothos Monastery is located on a famous Buddhist mountain on the north side of the capital.

Under the protection of two guards, Concubine Zhen and her three children climbed the stairs, bypassing several rows of yellow walls, and the dignified and magnificent hall appeared in front of her.

Concubine Zhen lit the incense, her expression was very reverent, and with sadness in her eyes, she looked at the bright and wise Bodhisattva, she bowed deeply, and then bowed.

Xia Guang naturally walked around, searching for the so-called "chance", although it may not be big, but it is difficult to get out of the palace once, and it is always good to take his sister to run.

What's more, the daily midnight stop made him feel that the world was far from so simple.

With the incomparably strong blazing sun internal force, Xia Guang had no problem running, so he quickly got rid of the imperial sister, and in the tone of "Xiaoguang Xiaoguang, you wait for sister" behind him, he quickly went deep into the depths of this Cihang Temple, and only needed to turn to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with the background of the royal bear child, rushed into it, and turned a book at will, then it was really "this wave is open, no loss".

But where is the Scripture Pavilion so easy to find.

Most of the places in this Cihang Monastery have been bypassed, and I have not found it.

In the last lane, Xia Guang still ran in, the yellow walls on both sides were simple and bright, and between the cracks of the blue bricks and tiles under his feet, a few clusters of dead moss were exposed.

The royal bear child ran on such a road, and soon came to an end.

At the end was an archway, through which there was a rustling sound of sweeping.

Xia Guang's eyes lit up, and he knew that the place had arrived.

So I slowed down and slowly stepped into it.

However, when he reached the edge of the arch, there was a soft internal force pushing against him, like a gust of fresh wind, which made people feel warm, but it rejected people thousands of miles away.

Withdraw?

Still not returning?

That's a problem.

Xia Guang chose to retreat, and then deliberately pretended to lose his balance, and was about to crash into the cold and hard blue bricks.

Old monk.

Are you saving?

Or not save?

That's a problem.

The sweeping monk in the door had no choice, his body was like the wind, a white robe like a wave in the wind, his left hand gently dragged the little boy's waist, and his right hand dragged the broom upside down.

"Little donor. ”

The old monk's expression was sad, and his white eyebrows drooped from the corners of his eyes, but he did not show any contempt for the fact that the visitor was a child who might not be able to speak.

All beings are equal, let alone young children?

"Separated from your family?"

The old monk asked again.

Xia Guang was actually thinking all the way about how to deal with these monks who were well versed in Buddhism, and at this time, he looked at the appearance of this old monk, but he already had the answer.

So, he gently raised a finger, put it between himself and the old monk, and then responded in a childish voice: "I didn't go, and I didn't disperse." ”

The old monk smiled softly: "It's the old man, so why is the little donor here?"

Xia Guang expressed in rough words: "It's beautiful here. ”

The old monk was stunned: "Pretty?"

Xia Guang opened his calves, and then squatted in the corner of the courtyard, there was a cluster of late autumn chrysanthemums blooming in the corner, he gently bent down and pouted his buttocks, leaned over his little face and sniffed, and then smiled.

In the afternoon light, half of his body was bathed in gold, and there was a certain calmness and Zen machine.

The old monk's sad expression gradually relaxed, and he seemed to feel the joy of the boy.

That's the scent of flowers.

Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're sleepy, collect clothes on rainy days, and dry quilts on sunny days.

The moon has light, and the flowers have fragrance.

As long as you hold a normal heart, then where can you not be happy?

Even if there are many wicked people in this world, even if King Kong has angry eyes and holds a ring knife, he can't kill them endlessly, but as long as he has a compassionate heart and a normal heart, it is enough.

The old monk actually said the Buddha's name and said Amitabha, "The old man has no flowers." ”

Then the royal bear child got up and said, "My name is Xia Guang." ”

"Take me to a book. ”

Xia Guangdao.

"Good. ”

Wuhua smiled.

Why not meet such a year-old friend?

What's more, what books can such a child read?