At that time, the snow at the foot of Dayuan Mountain continued and never stopped.

Gray snow covered the sky and the earth, adding a cold silence to the dark night without starlight.

Today, the foot of Dayuan Mountain, where there is no grass and no people, is a little more angry than in the past, and the once bare snow is now full of camp tents, densely piled up here, and there is almost no edge at a glance.

Bonfires were lit all over the camp and sheltered by wooden huts to illuminate the camp, but even so, the camp was still a little more strange and silent than the snowy night outside the camp.

Naturally, the camp does not appear out of thin air, and there are patrols everywhere in the camp. They were wrapped in white robes, but there was no sound in the place they passed, silently, like ghosts, and there was hardly any sound in the camp of Nuoda.

In the center of the camp sat the largest tent, and unlike those tents whose lights had long since been extinguished and almost blended in with the night, there were still candles lit in this tent, and there seemed to be a figure shaking in it.

There was a bonfire burning in the huge tent, and it was steaming, a stark contrast to the cold night outside and the silence of the camp.

But Rao is like this, in that tent, the monk in luxurious mink wool still seems to be a little cold.

"Ahem, ahem. He let out a sharp cough, then reached out and tightened his shirt. Seeing this, the two men standing behind him, one strong and one thin, hurriedly asked, "Does the hall master still feel cold?" ”

Saying that, the strong man stepped out, looking at the posture to "do what he says".

"No need. But before he could get out of the tent, the monk's voice suddenly sounded, and his tone was extremely weak, as if it would stop abruptly at any moment. "No matter how much firewood you have, my illness cannot be cured, and it is not a matter of a few pieces of firewood. ”

The strong man's mind was simple, and he obeyed the monk's words, and when he heard this, he was really stunned when he left, and he wanted to take back the foot that had just stepped out.

"Let's add some!" But at that moment a voice suddenly came from the other side of the tent.

A girl with purple eyes stood up and said.

The strong man hesitated suddenly, he seemed a little unsure of who to listen to. Therefore, at that time, he handed his gaze to the monk not far away, and the monk couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's up to Your Majesty." ”

The strong man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "Haole!" he said, and ran out of the tent to see that he was looking for firewood.

The purple-eyed girl with a cold face seemed to be amused by the strong man's performance, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"Hey, my disciple is simple-minded, in the future... Your Majesty needs to take care of it, and if there is anything that is not done properly, please ask Your Majesty to save my face and give him a way out. ”

The monk's words had a smell of explaining the aftermath, so that the thin monk behind him changed his face after hearing the words, but he was more flexible than the thin monk's mind, and he also understood that this was not the place for him to interject, so he just buried the horror in his heart and didn't say much.

"Are you ready to die?" and the purple-eyed girl who had just stood up naturally heard the monk's voice, and she asked in a deep voice with squinted eyes. Her pupils shrank, as if something was churning through her mind.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has lived for three hundred years, how can anyone live forever?" said the monk with a smile, not the sadness and fear that a dying person should have, but a little more relieved.

The purple-eyed girl stared at the monk, staring at the monk deadly.

Then, in a calm voice, she said, "I won't die." ”

The monk smiled again, and he said: "Your Majesty is different, Your Majesty is the son of destiny, the purest divine species since all ages, and should live longer than Tianqi, how can you die?

The purple-eyed girl's pupils began to contract violently, and a dark but powerful force began to surge out of her body, and the bonfire burning in the tent began to jump, flickering and bright, and the girl's face revealed a hideous and terrifying smell under the flickering firelight.

She said again, "I..."

"I don't want you to die!"

I don't want you to die, but these five words seem to contain some kind of magic, and as soon as these words fall, the qi between the heavens and the earth surges,

A mixture of black and purple aura gathered in the heavenly dome above the camp, and after a while, it rushed to the camp tent, and those breaths were overwhelming, wrapped in great might, and instantly poured into the body of the black-clothed monk who was in a wheelchair with a pale face.

The monk's body shook, and with the influx of those breaths, his pale face became a little ruddy, and his weak aura became longer.

But this did not make him feel half happy, but looked at the purple-eyed girl with a sad expression, and asked in a calm voice: "Why are you suffering..."

The purple-eyed girl leaned over, her mouth was constantly panting, it seemed that this practice was very consuming for her, she raised her head, her forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, but her eyes stared at the monk firmly, and said, "You are me... The last loved ones... I won't let you die, you can't die. ”

After saying this, she didn't wait for the monk to give her a response, so she waved her hand and said, "Montenegro, bring... Take the lord down to rest. ”

When the scrawny monk heard this, he hesitated slightly, but he nodded at that time, and then pushed the black-clothed monk's wheelchair and slowly walked out of the tent. At the door of the tent, they ran into the strong man who was hurrying back with a large bundle of firewood.

Seeing this, the strong man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is the hall going to leave?"

Montenegro was obviously a little impatient with his dumbfounded colleague, he rolled his eyes and was about to say something, but the monk in the wheelchair said, "Send it over." ”

The strong man nodded hurriedly when he heard this, and then ran to the camp tent with firewood.

Black Mountain looked sideways at the figure of the big man leaving, then shook his head helplessly, and then pushed the wheelchair again and walked in the direction of the monk's tent.

"Montenegro... How many years have you been with me?" But unexpectedly, the hall master, who had always been silent, suddenly asked at this moment.

In Montenegro's heart, the monk is a very mysterious person, so mysterious that even if he has been with him for so many years, it is difficult to see his reality clearly. He is always strategic, as if everything in this world cannot escape his calculations, which makes Montenegro, who is proficient in Zhou Yi's technique, also amazed. And again, except for important matters, this hall master almost never chats with anyone, of course, except for the purple-eyed girl.

It was really because of this that when the monk asked this question, Montenegro was obviously stunned, and then responded: "It has been two hundred and sixty-seven years since the hall master left the Taiyin Palace and March 5. ”

A smile appeared on the monk's face, and he said, "You remember it very well." ”

"There are some things that I dare not forget after all. Montenegro laughed too.

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Two hundred and sixty-seven years ago, the Confucian scholars who walked out of the Taiyin Palace walked aimlessly in the world.

He has been walking for many years, he has seen many people, he has set up a small stall, and wherever he goes, he has told the fortunes of many people, about marriage, about the future, most of them can be cashed in, but occasionally there must be some variables, this variable is probably what his master said about people's hearts.

But what he has always been obsessed with is the proverb he spent several years in Taiyin Palace for the world - nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is lonely, and the phoenix is in ruins.

What exactly does this mean, and how to interpret it, this question has always puzzled Confucianism.

He thinks when he walks, thinks when he sleeps, and as long as he has free time, he has to ponder, he has to think. He wanted to return to the Taiyin Palace again, but the master gave an order to let him experience in the human world, and he could not return until that opportunity came.

He didn't understand what that chance was, but he vaguely felt that it was inextricably linked to the sixteen-character proverb.

So he never put the matter down, until one day, he set up a stall in a small city in Liaozhou, Great Xia, but the business was not very good, and the Confucian who had been thinking about the proverb all night last night was a little drowsy.

"The fortune teller may count a hexagram for me. At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears, pulling Confucius out of his sleep.

He rubbed his bewildered eyes and looked at the visitor, but he couldn't help but be stunned, it was a picturesque monk with a crying baby in his arms.

Such a combination was somewhat strange, and Confucius couldn't help but look at it twice, but the monk had already sat down in front of the stall after saying this.

When Confucius came back to his senses, he asked, "What do you want to count?

When he said this, he was a little angry, and he couldn't wait to throw himself a big slap on the spot, how could he ask the monk about his marriage...

But the monk was not annoyed, and replied, "Future." ”

Confucian secretly congratulated the monk's good temperament, so he stretched out his hand and signaled: "Your Excellency will stretch out your right hand and look at me. ”

But the monk shook his head, looked at the baby in his arms, the light in his eyes was soft, and his mouth said, "Look at her." ”

Confucian was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, he stood up slightly, looked at the child in the monk's arms, and was about to say something, but his body shook at that moment, as if he had been hit by thunder, and he couldn't move.

The child was born with a pair of purple pupils, and although he was crying in swaddling clothes like an ordinary child, the moment he met those eyes, the sixteen-character proverb kept echoing in the mind of the Confucian scholar.

Nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is lonely, and the phoenix is in ruins.

Nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is lonely, and the phoenix is in ruins.

Nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is lonely, and the phoenix is in ruins.

......

The voice echoed in his mind over and over again, as if something was about to burst out of his brain, and despite the indescribable fear that lingered around Confucius, it was clearly a child, but at the moment he met the eyes, he had an urge to bow and worship.

He just kept his feet slightly like this, standing still until a long time later.

"Sir, is it okay?" the monk's voice came, pulling the Confucian out of his trance.

Confucius was stunned, he looked at the monk, but the monk's eyebrows were looking at him with a smile that seemed to be absent.

"She's—" Confucius stretched out his hand, pointed at the child with some trembling eyes, and asked with trembling lips.

The smile on the monk's face became more and more intense, and he said, "This is my daughter, how is it?

Confucius didn't have the heart to think about where a monk's daughter came from, he just continued to say with a shocked face: "But she... But she... It's not people..."

The monk was not surprised by Confucius's statement, let alone half annoyed, he still said with a smile on his face: "But she is still alive, isn't she?"

"If the sky wants people to die, people will die, and if the sky wants to die, Chu will die, but I don't believe in this number of days, so I have to change the number of days, you see, since someone can change it, what is the use of the number of days calculated by the method of Zhou Yi?"

Confucian Sheng's heart was shocked, he stared at the monk, his fingers hidden under the cuffs flicked back and forth, and his heart kept calculating the foundation of the monk in front of him, but the more he calculated, the heavier his head became, and finally his face turned pale, and a bloody arrow spewed out.

He held on to the stall, looked at the monk with a depressed expression, and asked with his last breath, "Who are you?"

The monk stretched out his hand and gently touched the center of Confucian's eyebrows, and Haoran's vitality rushed into Confucian's body at that time, and the backlash brought by his forcible peeping at the Mandate of Heaven was completely resolved at that time, and then the monk said: "Follow me, I'll take you to see what the number set by this day looks like." ”

With that, the monk stood up and walked into the depths of the street.

Confucius stood in place and thought for a long time, then finally gritted his teeth and kept up with the monk's pace.

And this one is two hundred and sixty-seven years.

......

The snow was a little heavier and fell on Montenegro's shoulders, and the slight coolness pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Montenegro...", and the monk's voice sounded at that time: "I have been wondering if I have changed the number of days, or if the so-called number of days is driving me to move in the direction it has set. Am I a fish swimming against the current, or am I a pawn in the middle of it without realizing it?"

Black Mountain bowed his head and was silent, he thought about the proverbs he had calculated more than two hundred years ago, and remembered the situation he saw outside Chang'an City that day when he chased and killed Ye Hongjian, and only after a while did he say: "Perhaps... The number of days has never changed, or... We are all self-righteous lambs under the way of heaven..."

The monk was stunned, and the look on his face was a little lonely. But soon he laughed again: "Is that so?"

He muttered to himself, "But can we turn back?"

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, almost drowning the two of them.

"Hall Master, do you sometimes envy Aman?" Montenegro did not answer the monk's question, but asked rhetorically.

"What do you envy him for?"

"He never looked back, and he never looked backwards. ”

"Oh, is that good?"

"Buddhism says that the bitter sea is endless, and turning back is the shore, but since the bitter sea is endless, and you see the shore when you turn back, but you can't reach the shore, what do you do when you turn back?"

"Haha. Montenegro, you are very wise, why don't I make you a monk?"

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