"Boss. Mu Zhen secretly glanced at the Book of Mountains and Seas in Xiaoxiao's hand, and then looked at the book in her hand, and suddenly asked with some curiosity: "Are those monsters really there?"

"Demons?" The boss who walked past them suddenly stopped, glanced at the book of mountains and seas, raised his eyebrows habitually, and smiled a little mysteriously, "They are not demons." “

"Besides, there is such a thing as a demon...... Who knows. “

"Huh?" Mu Zhen looked at the boss who left after saying something inexplicably, and turned her head to ask Xiaoxiao on the side: "Xiaoxiao, why don't I understand what the boss said?"

“...... Mu Zhen. Xiaoxiao turned a page of the book and said, "After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a fine." “

Before, this was not necessarily the case.

"Oh!" Hearing this, Mu Zhen was stunned for a second, and then suddenly realized, "Yes." “

"In this way, there can't be a monster or anything like that in the world. Ha ha. “

“...... But. Mu Zhen suddenly stopped laughing, and rubbed her fingers against the word unicorn on the book. "I still want to believe that they exist. “

Xiaoxiao flipped through the book for a moment, thought about it, closed the book and said to her, "Do you want to know the story of the unicorn?"

"Huh?" Mu Zhen's eyes widened, a little excited, "Xiaoxiao, are you taking the initiative to chat with me?"

Glancing at Mu Zhen, who didn't seem to notice what she was talking about at all, she suddenly felt a little headache.

"Professor Lin, are you leaving?" the boss's voice suddenly came.

"yes, yes. A middle-aged man wearing a sweatshirt, a face with Chinese characters, and dark skin smiled heartily and said, "Just now, one of my students called and said that there is a word on an antiquity that I need to help translate." “

"Well, welcome to the next time. “

"Hey! “

"Wait. Shinoxiao walked up to the two of them.

"Little girl, what's wrong?" Professor Lin looked at the girl in front of him, looking puzzled.

"This book—" Shinoxiao raised his hand and handed over a book with no name "for you." “

"For me?" Professor Lin looked at Xiaoxiao, and when he saw that she looked serious, he suddenly laughed, "Haha! Okay! Then I'll take it." Thanks, little girl. “

"Xiaoxiao, what kind of book did you give him?" Mu Zhen walked behind her and asked curiously, "Is it the same as mine?"

“...... Sort of. Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and replied lightly.

"Want to know the Kirin?"

“...... No, Kiri to be exact. “

"Teacher, did you receive that picture?"

"Oops, got it. You stinky boy only know when you think of me when you have this kind of thing! Professor Lin returned home, put the book in his hand on the table, put on his glasses, and unfolded the drawing sent by the student.

"Oh, teacher, I'm sorry to trouble you like this. Well, I'll have a treat when I go back, so that you can drink enough, teacher. Ha ha. “

"By the way, don't worry, I will never tell my wife. “

"Huh! “

After hanging up the phone, Professor Lin began to look at the painting carefully.

This is a landscape ink painting, the brush and ink are beautiful, elegant and quiet. It seems that it should be a work of everyone.

"Flowers...... When it falls, it falls?...... Withered and wood...... Spring?"

Hey, why is the word on it so strange?

The font is also something that has never been seen before.

It's not a seal script, it's not a Song script, it's not a Jin script...... Uh, it's like there's no beast language you don't understand at all?

...... Oh, no, no, no, if it's a beast language, how can I understand it.

"Hey, look at my memory, I'm still not as good as a young man. “

"Hmm. Professor Lin smiled self-deprecatingly as he continued to look down. When I saw the final signature, I was stunned for a moment.

“...... Juran?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden pain in the heart.

"Hey!"

Xuanjing hid in the book, saw the young monk wearing a purple sand monk's robe and with clear eyebrows walking from below, and secretly stopped him, "This little master, have you seen Master Zhu?"

When the man below heard the voice, he raised his head, glanced at Xuanjing, who was dressed in a blue-gray monk's robe, clasped his hands together, and said indifferently, "No." “

"Hey, great!"

Xuanjing jumped down from the tree, and he looked left and right to make sure that there was no one else, and then he put his mind at ease. "Oh, I said what is good about you monks, you don't have anything else to do all day except eat fasting and chanting Buddha. “

"And this Kaiyuan Temple is very simple! I advocate that the old monk still punishes me for copying scriptures all day long! When I go back, I must send someone to demolish this temple. “

"Amitabha. The young monk glanced at Xuanjing, who had been complaining, and smiled indifferently, "Since you have become a monk, you are also a disciple in this temple." The dust edge has been broken, don't worry about it anymore. “

"Cut. Aung sent men to tie me up, or I wouldn't have stayed here. “

"If you sow as a cause, you will get as an effect. Since you are here, it is the effect, and the past is the cause. “

"Humph!"

"Xuanjing! Senior Brother Xuanjing, I can find you, and I am looking for you!" A little monk in the distance who was wearing a blue-gray monk's robe like Xuanjing ran over with a anxious face.

"Huh?"

"Uncle Prison Master. Seeing the monk beside Xuanjing, he suddenly folded his hands and saluted respectfully.

"Hmm. The prison monk was indifferent, nodded, and then turned around and left without looking at Xuanjing.

"Hey, senior brother, you said that the monk just now was in prison?" Xuan Jing looked at the distant back with a shocked face, a little incredulous.

"Don't be rude. The little monk frowned and looked at Xuanjing, "That's the uncle of the prison, you have to be respectful." What's more, the uncle of the prison is also the dean of the Hanlin Painting Academy. It's very important!"

"Oh......"

I see, huh.

"Let's go. Hey, by the way, what's the matter with the proposition looking for me?"

"Oh, it seems to be an allotment of the house. “

"Assign a fast?"

"Hmm. I just didn't know if you were going to be placed in that elders' house. “

Oh, that's fine......

“...... The monarch's strength is exhausted, and the kingdom is about to perish. “

"This ...... There's nothing you can do about it?"

"Me?"

"This is the monarch I have chosen, and I have no other way than to assist him in being a wise monarch as much as possible. “

"Alas, the reincarnation of cause and effect, the mission of heaven. That's it. The world will be unified after all. “

Lives?

Scold......

"Hey, hey. Master of the Prison Academy!" Xuanjing smiled and walked up to the meditating prison monk, "Advocate that I will be your disciple in the future." “

"Hey, although I don't want to be a monk, it's much better to follow you than to follow those old monks. “

"After all, you're an official. Hahaha. “

"Xuanjing. The prison monk didn't open his eyes, and said lightly, "Sit down and quit early." “

"Oh! “

To say that this Xuanjing is really noisy and tight, it has only been a few days, but it is always like there are endless words. Even when he was punished for copying scriptures, he kept talking.

"Master of the prison house, look at this man who has no wine or meat, how hard it is to be a monk?"

......

"Master of the prison court, look at it, you have asked me to copy this scripture hundreds of times, I am about to vomit, can you punish something else next time. “

......

"Master of the prison courtyard, look at you, you look dignified, why can't you think of becoming a monk?"

"Your skin is so good-looking, tight. If you are still vulgar, I don't know how many ladies are vying to marry you. “

......

"Hey, Master ...... Prison."

I don't know how long it took like this, until—

"Xuanjing. The prison court, which had never said anything, looked at Xuanjing in front of him, and suddenly called out his Dharma name.

"Ah, Master of the Prison Yard, what's wrong?" Xuan Jing was stunned for a moment, and looked at the prison with a serious face in some puzzlement.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Well, that's not because I beat up the grandson of the captain and came here to hide from trouble. “

"That's your cousin, and they don't blame you. The prison shook his head, "They want to give you a way to live." “

"What do you mean?"

"Xuanjing. The prison closed his eyes, folded his hands, and said in a plain voice: "Without the protection of the monarch, death is inevitable." “

“......“

How could it be?

In 975 AD, in the eighth year of Kaibao of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the latter lord was exiled to Bianjing.

The supervisor of Kaiyuan Temple then came to Kaifeng, politely declined the high-ranking officials of the Song Emperor, and lived in Kaibao Temple.

"Xuanjing, you don't have to come with me. The prison unfolded the freshly drawn ink painting and set it aside. "You can continue your family's former glory for as long as you wish. “

"That's not good, Master of the Prison Academy, I'm your disciple, of course I'm going to follow you!"

“...... I'm no longer a prison, so don't call me anymore. “

"Hmm, if you don't call you, what does the prison master call you?"

......

"Juran, my name. “

Name? Not a legal name—

Xuanjing suddenly laughed, "Hey! Master Juran." “

In 978 A.D., on July 7, Li Yu, the queen of the Tang Dynasty, died in Bianjing, posthumously presented the Taishi, and posthumously crowned King Wu.

It's night. Juran put down the scripture book in his hand, looked up at the moon outside the window, suddenly stood up, and walked outside the temple.

"Master Juran. “

actually stopped, looking at the dark-skinned teenager in front of him.

"You...... Are you leaving?" the beautiful eyes of the twin were staring at him, as if they were afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

"Xuanjing. Juran looked at him, his face was not sad or happy, "My mission is over." “

"Really?" Xuan Jing chuckled, those beautiful eyes lost their brilliance, and their handsome faces were clearly reflected. "Why...... Do you have to go?"

"Because ......"

There's no time left......

He looked at Xuanjing and suddenly paused.

The two just looked at each other, and then neither spoke again. Until Ju Ran walked away first.

Ju Ran finally left, Xuanjing just stood there quietly, watching him gradually walk away, his eyes reddened slightly, and the sentence "Will you come back?" he never dared to ask.

Don't you regret it?

Regret?...... Oh, after all these years, how have you learned the sentimentality of the world?

Feed!

......

Are you going to die?

What? You want to save me?

...... After all, you've been with me for thousands of years, and if you die, I'm afraid no one will ever be with me as long as you.

...... It's the first time I've seen you talk so much.

......

...... Really, if you trade dreams for ...... Do you want it?

...... I am Qi, and my monarch is dead, and I can't live anymore. You know that.

But...... I'm not going to die yet, I still have one last mission to complete.

...... Someday, you and I will meet again.

"Huh?" Mu Zhen looked surprised, "You mean that monk is actually a Qi?"

Shinoxiao came back to her senses from the memories and nodded.

"Oh my God, where did you know all this? It's amazing!"

“...... It's just a story, just listen to it, don't take it seriously. The boss smiled and looked thoughtfully at Shinoshi, who was lost in thought.

In 1015 A.D., Master Xuanjing of Kaibao Temple sat down.

The monk who had disappeared for decades, Ju Ran, suddenly appeared in front of him.

The old man in his twilight years looked at the young face as before, a trace of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he smiled with relief, "I see...... Master Juran, are you here to see me for the last time?"

"Fate comes and goes. Xuanjing, now, the dust between you and me is over. Ju Ran looked at him with neither sorrow nor joy as he did then.

"Huh. Oh, yes...... After so many years, it's time to break ......"

It's just that I'm really uncomfortable!

"Master Juran...... Can you call my name once?" Xuan Jing looked at him, tears flashing in his eyes.

Juran looked at him indifferently, watched the light in his eyes fade, and then closed his eyes in disappointment.

...... Xie Yu.

"Teacher!"

"Huh, what's wrong?"

Professor Lin's proud disciple looked at him with a worried expression: "What's wrong with you, why are you crying, is something happening?"

Cry?

Professor Lin was a little strange, raised his hand and touched his face, which was wet.

How can you cry?

"Oh, it's fine. I just accidentally squinted my eyes. Professor Lin said as he handed the painting to the students. "Here, I've already translated the words above, go back and read for yourself. “

"Hey, teacher—"

"Go, go, go, you stinky boy, go back. The old man of the province bothers me. Professor Lin pretended to be angry and drove the student away.

His ears cleared up suddenly, but he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

...... Alas, why do you seem to have heard of it somewhere?

So, you, do you want to change?

Want.

...... Can.

After sending Mu Zhen away, Xiaoxiao lay down in front of the counter and added Qi's name to the roster book.