The corners of Beichen Lang's eyes twitched when she said this, and she forcibly suppressed the rebuttal that she was about to blurt out.

If it weren't for the fact that she had grown up several generations after seeing Chenzhen, and this person had always cherished her, she would definitely show her sleeve knife and have a good discussion with this person.

Beichen Lang's black pupils turned slightly, a cunning flashed under her eyes, she pursed her red lips, lowered her head slightly, and said in a moment: "Lao Zhenren retreats and worries, but it's really Lang's fault." If Wufang hears the words of the real person, he will surely accuse me. ”

Lichen Zhenren obviously didn't believe it, shook his head with a smile, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes showed helplessness, "You know Xiao Wufang's temperament, how dare he accuse you?"

As he spoke, he looked sideways at the sandalwood window.

Xue Hainiang followed his line of sight, and the edge of the window was engraved with cumbersome scripture styles, which was enough to show the sincerity of the forger.

The corners of Lichen Zhenren's lips rose slightly, and Rao was expressionless, but he was still able to give people a kind and approachable feeling.

"It's late autumn, and it's getting cooler. Today, the poor monk looks at the little Wufang a lot of trivial things, you have known him since childhood, many things must be the same mind, think you are okay now, so go and help some. ”

How could Beichen Langwen not know that his words were nothing more than perfunctory, but she was also secretly happy, she had long been unwilling to stay here, and she patiently endured the endless chatter of the real people.

glanced at Xue Hainiang, but saw him shaking his head at her.

Beichen Lang's heart was clear, and she had no intention of bothering, she folded her hands together and lowered her head, and then turned around and left.

The cold wind whistled outside the window, rustling the linden trees in the front yard.

Xue Hainiang is still standing in the place where Fang Cai is, with thin lips and a smile, and there is no trace of panic in her expression, such a dignified and self-controlled, calm and decent demeanor, and she is the queen posture of the previous life.

Lichen Zhenren was finally willing to look at Xue Hainiang, his shallow lips were slightly raised, and his hands were folded towards her with a slight bow, "The poor monk will finally wait for the sea girl to return." ”

Xue Hainiang smiled and bowed, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of approachable warmth, which was different from the intimacy and politeness when facing Liang Bairou, and even different from the cunning in her flamboyance when facing Nan Shuke.

"No wonder it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the real people can predict the prophet and cut off people's lives. ”

Lichen Zhenren shook his head quite humbly, and smiled wistfully, "The world lifts up, and the sea girl wants to come, if the poor monk can really predict the prophet, how can he be completely unknown about the changes in the temple." ”

Xue Hainiang's eyes deepened a little, and there was a kind but distant smile on her face, "Although your temple has suffered this accident, there are very few lives, and it cannot be called a catastrophe, and now through the diagnosis and treatment of the chief of Langwu County, refining the antidote, the disciple is no longer in trouble...... The implication is that the real person has expected that Foguang Temple will have this catastrophe, but at the same time, it is also calculated that it is difficult to call it a catastrophe, and he will not deliberately go out of the customs to inform him.

Lichen Zhenren laughed incomprehensibly, "The sea girl should know that even if the poor monk can determine the fortune of the worldly people, he can't see through his heavenly opportunities. ”

In fact, his words had already been expected by Xue Hainiang, he lowered his head and muttered a thing or two, and when he raised his head again, he was already smiling decently, "Hai Niang unintentionally called the real person to peep into the sky, and today Hai Niang came here on purpose, just to implore the real person to solve Hai Niang's doubts." ”

Lichen Zhenren was not a little surprised, his expression was as if he had already known that Xue Hainiang would ask for this, "Hai Maiden asked." ”

Xue Hainiang raised her head slowly, her dark gray pupils were like an eternal deep pool, staring at the golden body of the Buddha glowing with golden light, for a long time, her shallow lips opened slightly, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "You said, can the deceased come back." "A question that doesn't make sense.

He followed Xue Hainiang's line of sight, and also stared deeply at the Buddha's golden body, and replied slowly, "It's hard to buy a new one, but if the Buddha really allows the opportunity to come back, it must be arranged in the dark." ”

After that, he looked at Xue Hainiang again, and said seriously: "Miss Hai should obey the destiny of heaven." ”

Xue Hainiang's eyes flashed slightly, her thin lips opened and closed slightly, and she murmured softly, "Obey the destiny of heaven?" But if everything overlaps with the past after all, what's the point of starting over?"

Lichen Zhenren shook his head and smiled, "Miss Hai should believe in the Buddha." ”

Xue Hainiang chuckled, the laughter seemed to be a sneering question, and it seemed to be helpless melancholy, "But, whether it was in the past or now, I am not a believer in Buddhism." After that, he smiled and looked at the real person, "I only believe in real people now." ”

Lichen Zhenren did not feel the slightest dissatisfaction with her offense, but still smiled with a touch of kindness and compassion, like a bodhisattva who purifies all living beings in the painter's pen.

"I don't know if the poor monk's words today can solve the sea girl's doubts. ”

Xue Hainiang turned around and faced the real person with her hands folded and said, "Hai Niang thanked the real person, if it wasn't a real person, I am afraid that Hai Niang would still be deeply trapped in the confusion and confusion of a dream, and she was trapped in the fog alone, not knowing where to go." ”

Lichen Zhenren looked at her and sighed deeply, as if helpless and compassionate, "The world always hopes that the master will break his life for himself, if he is rich, he will no longer have an enterprising heart, if he is cold, he will be depressed, and he will no longer have an enterprising heart, so he will end up doing nothing." The former scolded the master for deceiving, while the latter recognized and believed in the Mandate of Heaven, and since then he can no longer remember this episode at that time. ”

He paused, as if he meant something, "The poor monk just wants to inform the sea girl that fate lies in the hearts of the people." ”

Xue Hainiang claimed that she was not a person who believed in Buddhism, but she knelt alone in front of the Buddha's golden body for a whole day.

When the sun sets, the red glow is all over the sky, and then the real people leave the meditation room.

As soon as I went out, I bumped into someone who came to see me.

Coming into view, the person who came to wear a crescent-colored Shu embroidered snow satin, which was completely different from the sleeve suit he had always added, the jade belt lined his long body and jade, his temperament was like an orchid, and his clothes were flying, adding a bit of immortal posture.

Nan Shuke walked leisurely, waiting to meet the sight of the people, the pace under his feet was sluggish, but he walked again after a while.

Xue Hainiang also had a calm face.

The two approached each other in relative silence.

Xue Hainiang stopped her pace, bowed and said, "I've seen His Royal Highness King Qinghui." ”

Lang said: "The front is the meditation room of the real people, Your Highness is not in the wrong place?" Nan Shuke is not the person who believes in Buddhism, this point, Xue Hainiang and him when they first met him in the past, he also recognized it personally.

Nan Shuke seemed to have completely forgotten the dispute between the two that day, and his thin lips were slightly raised, and in that smile, three points were warm, and seven points seemed to be deliberately feigned alienation.