The inner bottom of the small coffin is paved with yellow brocade, and the wooden Buddha beads are coiled into an oval circle. In the center of the circle, there is a bone, shaped like the knuckles of a human hand, intact, with a smooth surface, crystal clear, and shining, not like it is taken directly from human hands, but more like it is made of materials such as crystal stones and pearls.

Zhou Mengyuan was a little disappointed, such a shape of a thing is valuable to itself, which one is willing to buy, circulate, and place?

On the other hand, if it is placed in a coffin and hidden under a candlestick, it is not a microcosm of the body of the tomb owner? How can the human body be miniaturized? Even if it can be shrunk, it is impossible to shrink and change its shape.

What kind of solemn thing should be carved into such a high-end coffin for special collection?

It's a pity that Sister Huang Xing is not here, maybe she can give an explanation.

Zhou Mengyuan wiped his hands on his clothes, and decided to pick it up and weigh it for further analysis and judgment.

Because he had already changed the initial judgment of the treasure to a solemn one, he was particularly cautious.

Carefully pick up the knuckles, slippery, moist, and very comfortable to the touch.

Take the Buddha beads again, and the thread has been broken. Seeing that it is ordinary wood, I don't pay attention to it.

Suddenly, the knuckles trembled, and then several more times, as if they had risen from the dead.

But, perhaps, it is weathering at a rapid rate.

Zhou Mengyuan was very surprised, this time he was not afraid. A little knuckle can't make the climate.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, with a tall image, dressed as the abbot of the temple, holding a Zen staff in one hand and a bowl for begging and turning fate in the other.

"Amitabha! I am the abbot of the Daming Temple in the Western Turk Kingdom. Entrusted by the king, he traveled thousands of miles to teach the scriptures here, with the aim of popularizing Buddhism, educating people, and easing relations between the two countries. Who knows, there was a sudden accident on the road... Sudden ····· Stubborn disease, bedridden for a long time, failed the king, sorry for all sentient beings. Today, fortunately, my disciple will wake me up and give me a new life, and I should repay my kindness and fulfill the dream of my disciple's three lives and three lives. Amitabha!"

Zhou Mengyuan listened attentively, and unconsciously entered the illusion.

Holding his knuckles, he stared at the abbot and fell to his knees.

"The disciples are vulgar and ordinary, they don't have too many extravagant hopes, only two things are entangled in their hearts, and they are restless in their food and sleep: one is the title of the gold list, glorifying the ancestors, and serving the community; ”

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"Who are you talking to, little girl?"

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first. Huang Xingjie's sudden appearance disappeared the abbot's shadow and awakened Zhou Mengyuan in the illusion.

He hurriedly hid his knuckles in his arms, hurriedly buried the small coffin, took a shovel and a blanket, and quickly walked out of the tomb.

Huang Xingjie didn't come down, holding a few pecans in her hand, squatting on the groove with a squeak, and reaching out to pull Zhou Mengyuan up.

"After staying for so long, it can't be that you're looking through the scriptures again, are you?"

"No! No! Listen to Sister Xing's teachings, it is important to protect national treasures. ”

"That's right. If we are thieves, we must also be civilized thieves with conscience and humanity. robbery, just pick those corrupt officials, tyrannical bullies, so that we can show the extraordinary of our thieves. ”

Zhou Mengyuan smiled knowingly, "I really know how to put gold on myself! A thief is a thief." In this world, there is no way out for good people. ”

With such a magical "nobleman" in his arms, Zhou Mengyuan suddenly lost his nostalgia and interest in everything, including Huang Xingjie.

I can't wait to find a no-man's land, further communicate with nobles, and I am eager to help myself.

Returning to the royal tomb in the Spring and Autumn Period, Sister Huang Xing took the lead and diligently took out the branches that covered the entrance of the cave, and her heart was full of charm.

"Little girl, you go down first. Sister Xing assured her little brother that she would not play heartbeat this time. ”

"Nope. Sister Xing, I need to hurry home. It's been two days since I came out, and I don't know how my grandmother is doing, so I'm very worried. ”

"You are still a filial son! People in the world, all the bad things are done, and a filial piety word can help you get tolerance. Sister Huang Xing said with concern, "Is the old grandmother not in good health? Let's take the old man to find a famous Langzhong to take a look." ”

My grandmother is old and blind, and her body is not feeling well everywhere, and she has no specific serious illness, so she doesn't need to toss around. ”

"Oh. Then I won't go. Go back and spend time with grandma and say more nice things. People are old, small-minded, and child-like. Alas!"

Looking at the back of Zhou Mengyuan, who was striding away, Huang Xingjie suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart, and she raised her feet and chased after her. The grass and rattan under her feet almost tripped her up.

Zhou Mengyuan's love species, why is he not willing to stay. However, he was full of hope and anticipation for the miraculous object in his arms.

Sometimes, women and careers can't be taken care of at the same time. Now it is!

"Wait for me!"

Hearing Huang Xingjie's call, Zhou Mengyuan walked a few steps before stopping, turned around, and looked at Huang Xingjie like a stranger.

"You······ Are you going to leave me like that?"

Huang Xingjie said, throwing the hair that covered half of her face to the back of her head, smiling and reaching out to hold Zhou Mengyuan.

Zhou Mengyuan was carrying a shovel in one hand, and when he saw that Huang Xingjie wanted to hold herself, her idle hands deliberately arranged her clothes and scratched her head to cut her hair.

Sister Huang Xing's hands were cold.

This move greatly dampened Huang Xingjie's strength and self-confidence. Regardless of whether she loves Zhou Mengyuan in her heart or not, Zhou Mengyuan's suave grace and magnetic voice that can awaken the heart of a sleeping woman really make her reluctant to give up.

A begging gaze.

A pitiful look.

After a few natural blinks, Zhou Mengyuan woke up as if in a dream, "You, are you asking me?"

In such a big green world, there are only you and me, I can't talk to myself, right?

Huang Xingjie was suddenly disheartened, but she was reluctant to give up.

Most of the time, the girl's heart is attracted to the strange boy, and the initial relationship is the eye. The same goes for boys. Practice has proved that each other is born from the heart. Through the eyes and gaze, it is possible to peek into a person's character and state of mind.

"Yes. I'm asking you. Tell me the truth, will you still come to me? When there is nothing to do, Sister Xing sleeps in the coffin. ”

Huang Xingjie worked hard to get close, trying to make Zhou Mengyuan change his mind.

O Forehead God!

Is it a human or a ghost? Zhou Mengyuan was suspicious again. Thinking back to everything that happened in the tomb and the "happy" things, I still have lingering palpitations.

"When necessary, come and find it. ”

"Shall I, then, go to you, and I have engraved your address in my heart. ”

"Don't! Men and women do not kiss each other. The younger brother is busy all day long, and he has very little time to keep the house. ”

"What about at night?"

"Don't! Retract this naïve idea. ”

Zhou Mengyuan's voice was tough, leaving no room for negotiation.

Thinking of the horror of the tomb again, I suddenly felt a gloomy cold wind blowing in my face, chilling my heart and lungs. Zhou Mengyuan turned around and left.

"Wait!wait!" Huang Xingjie quickly caught up, wrapped her arms around Zhou Mengyuan's waist behind her, crossed her fingers, and muttered in her mouth, "Please! Just for a moment. ”

Zhou Mengyuan was unmoved, looking up at the front, as if there was his grandmother in front of him, Qin'er, Dou Ya'er, Lingzhi, and Qiaoshan's old monster······ There are champion gold lists, antiques of the Zhou Dynasty, 10,000 taels of gold, and ······

As everyone knows, Sister Huang Xing has already burst into tears.

The mountain wind gusted, blowing away the faint luminosity of the sun above the clouds. The green hillside is solemn. Just overhead, on a dead branch, a small finch was chirping, maybe looking for a flock, but maybe it was looking for company. The little finch has not changed much to listen to the song, just by the rapid and continuous cry and the walnut head looking around, it is enough to understand the uneasiness and desolation in its heart at this moment.

Zhou Mengyuan is gone. He walked away without looking back.

The one who was wearing a black night clothes, carrying a shovel in his left hand, and a blanket on his right shoulder, tied Huang Xingjie's eye-covering belt into a hair band, and exuded a walker dress floating in the wind on his shoulders, striding forward in the grass above the mountains, the image of a free and handsome strong man, deeply engraved in Huang Xingjie's memory, and walked into her eighteen-year-old still lonely and empty heart.

Huang Xingjie was in tears, her trembling hands clenched into fists to cover her mouth, and her nostalgic eyes looked at the charming back that she had seen with her own eyes and was gradually blurred by distance and tears, and she could no longer control the infatuation in her heart.

"Zhou Mengyuan, death, Zhou Mengyuan, death······"

Sister Huang Xing is shouting, the mountains are shouting, and every grass and tree is shouting······

The shouts echoed and endured.

It's a pity that he couldn't call Zhou Mengyuan an instinctive turn back.

Squatting down, repeating the call over and over again, strings of tears welling up······

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I don't know how long the road has been, and when it is not far from the avenue, Zhou Mengyuan stopped, and then looked back - the spring and autumn tombs have risen hazy for half a day.

Then he gently patted the knuckles hidden in his arms, "Venerable Abbot, now there is no one around, only you and me, we can talk with confidence." ”

When there was no answer, he replied, "Abbot, Abbot, can you hear the small voice?"

No answer was heard.

Carefully showing a little at the corner of his clothes, he looked at the question with his own eyes, "Venerable Abbot, the little one wants to talk to you, is it okay?"

The knuckles are stone-like, silent and unmoving.

Suddenly, I found that the crystal clear knuckles were changing from pure white to yellow.

Weathered! Weathered!

Zhou Mengyuan was shocked, and quickly hid back in his place, worried, conjecturing, doubting, and praying and hurried away in the direction of the Qixing River where he lived.

When I first went on the avenue, I unconsciously heard the abbot's voice in my ears.

"Amitabha! My Buddha is compassionate! I am kind! The world is black and white, deceitful, arrogant, selfish, and treacherous. Amitabha! Helpless! Helpless!"

Zhou Mengyuan was excited! Immediately paused, and shook the fingertips that had been holding his hands through his clothes, "Venerable Abbot! Are you speaking? Please answer!"

I listened closely, but there was still no response.

Was it just an illusion, or was it the abbot's own words? The distraught Zhou Mengyuan couldn't tell.

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Buddhism advocates fate. Maybe the time is not yet ripe.

"Knuckles" has already spoken, don't worry about being silent in the future.

Save him and be patient.

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