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Mo Nian quietly looked at the Fusheng host, "I want to see him." ”

Fusheng closed his eyes slightly, and sighed lightly, "Evil fate." ”

Fenghua Gongzi laughed, "Xue Ling really didn't see the wrong person, there is your sentence." He's even though "

Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze shot straight over, and the frightened Fenghua Gongzi immediately stopped.

Mo Nian noticed the strangeness between the two of them, "Where is Xue Ling?"

Fusheng paused, "This is not the place to speak. ”

The three of them left Xue Ling's courtyard, and Fusheng took them to the Buddhist hall, but Fenghua Gongzi didn't go in when he got there.

"It's good if you tell Mo Nian about Xue Ling, I'm going to be kicked out of the temple by you, and I don't deserve to hang in front of you." As he spoke, he turned around and left.

Fusheng's face sank, "Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go, go back to playing the piano under the old tree." Fenghua Gongzi said loudly.

Mo Nian saw him leave and sang leisurely, "A song of red dust is broken." How much dust has turned into smoke. How many things are in the old dreams, what is the obsessive and bitter love"

Fusheng smiled helplessly and told the little monk on the side, "You go and keep an eye on him, don't let him do stupid things again." ”

The little monk was about to cry, what Fenghua Gongzi did was not a stupid thing.

Fusheng took Mo Nian into the Buddhist hall.

A pot of fragrant tea on the table.

"Xue Ling hasn't woken up yet, and there is no way to see guests." Fusheng said bluntly.

Mo Nian was stunned, "I heard that he was sick"

"You can say the same thing." Fusheng poured the tea with his own hands and handed it to Mo Nian.

"Please let me know the truth." Mo Nian hurriedly said, she didn't like this feeling, as if everyone knew about her existence, but she was the only one who was kept in the dark.

"It's a long story." Fusheng thought for a while, "You believe in the past and this life"

Mo Nian pursed his lips, "What does this have to do with me?"

"You have a life-saving grace for Xue Ling, and in the same way, he also gives you the same thing and life."

Mo Nian still looked ignorant, and Fusheng took the incense burner, "This incense is made by Xue Lingsheng's mother." Smell can suddenly dream of the past life, would you like to try"

Mo Nian looked at the incense and remembered that the antidote of the Hundred Bird Star Monarch saved Feng Ruoyun. So he nodded heavily.

Without explaining anything, Fusheng lit the incense and placed it in her hand.

"When you wake up, you'll understand." The sound of floating life grew fading away.

Mo Nian slowly closed his eyes, rested his head on his arm, and leaned over the table.

Fusheng looked at the sleeping Mo Nian with a smile. Outside the window, the sound of the guqin faintly floated.

Just listening to the rhyme of the piano, you know that it is from the hand of Fenghua, that stubborn guy, you really have to play it for a day and a night.

Mo Nian opened his eyes in a dream, and there was darkness all around.

She knew it was a dream, and she wasn't afraid. When I looked around, I saw a red light in the distance.

She walked towards the red light, and suddenly a familiar scene appeared in front of her.

Hundred Birds Xingjun once gave her such a picture scroll. The painting was what she was seeing now: endless red flowers, blooming like blood.

There was a dark river flowing beside it, surging into the distance.

Step forward. Suddenly, she saw the figure of a child, curled up and sleeping among the flowers.

She walked over to the child. I saw the child carefully holding a red flower in his arms.

The gods and ghosts were so bad that Mo Nian actually stretched out his hand to touch the flower.

The flower disappeared all at once, and under her fingers, she turned into a girl.

"Mo Nian" The boy woke up, "Mo Nian, are you cold?"

He took off his clothes and draped them over the girl.

Don't think about it

She stood there, and countless images suddenly flooded into her mind.

Defective, incomplete. But she could really feel the loneliness in the girl's heart.

For a long time, the loneliness of being unaccompanied.

She is just a Manju Warsaw, and she can't go to the other side to be reincarnated. She could not be reincarnated in the world, she could only be left alone on the bank of the Santu River, ravaged by storms.

Why can't you live, why can't you die?

After dying. She is still going to turn into a new Manju Warsaw, open again, year after year, day after day, with no end.

"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you." The boy reached out and held the blood-soaked Manju Warsaw. "We made an appointment"

It's an appointment, let's be together

But in the end, he left first, leaving her alone.

"Mo Nian"

Blinked. Mo Nian woke up, and there were still half teardrops hanging on his eyelashes.

Fusheng sat cross-legged across the table, not even changing his position.

Mo Nian raised his hand and wiped his eyes. "How long did I sleep?"

"A cup of tea." Fusheng refilled the teacup in front of her.

"But," she felt, as if she had spent a long time in that dream.

"One day in the world, one year in Huangquan." Fusheng muttered. "You were originally a Manzhu Warsaw that should not have been born into the world, but when Xue Ling's soul misguided the Yellow Spring, you guided him in the direction and saved him from boarding the ferry on the Santu River. Therefore he repaid thee by going against heaven and making thee born into the world. ”

Mo Nian closed his eyes fiercely.

She remembered that the Hundred Bird Star Monarch had said that going against the sky would be rewarded.

"So he got sick," Mo Nian asked.

"Actually, it's not a disease, it's just that I've been asleep." Floating sighs. "He suffered a backlash against the sky, and he fell into a deep sleep for half a year every year, and no one could wake him up."

"Why can't you wake up?"

"Because his soul has entered the Yellow Spring," Fusheng looked down at the golden tea soup in the teacup. "Even if you use means to wake him up, as soon as he falls asleep, his soul will leave his body on its own."

In fact, as Xue Ling's master, Ling Jingxiao had thought of many methods, Su Baitong would make soul incense, but as a living person, they had no way to leave their souls and go to Huangquan every night to bring Xue Ling's soul back.

Not to mention whether this method works or not, the frequent soul separation alone will completely collapse a person's body.

"That Xue Ling is now"

"He was still asleep, his mother was good at making incense, and we lit a soul-attracting incense beside him, and as long as he could wake up in the yellow spring by himself, he would wake up by following the guidance of the soul-attracting incense."

"What if he can't wake up in Huangquan" When he asked this, Mo Nian only felt cold in his heart.

"Then fall asleep forever."

Mo Nian stood up abruptly, knocking over the tea cup on the table because of her excessive movements, and she didn't even realize that the tea had splashed her body.

"I want to see him, now, immediately"

Fusheng got up suddenly, "It's not that the little monk doesn't allow you to see him, but his mother is in the temple, and you must first get her consent." ”

Mo Nian's heart suddenly tightened.

Yes, she remembered, that day in Liangzhou City, she saw a man who looked like a hundred birds Xingjun, that should be his father, it turned out that his parents were here to accompany him

"Can I see his mother" Mo Nian suddenly leaned down and respectfully bowed to Fusheng, "Please Fusheng presided." ”

This time, she must see him.

She hadn't told him yet, and she liked him too.

Goodbye to you no matter what

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