PS: The work will be getting busier and busier recently, let's see the opportunity next update...... In a few days, the poor road will be so busy that he won't even have the strength to turn on the computer...... I'm so tired from work, and I miss school life so much T0T——————————————————————————————— Master Minglian lives in seclusion on the mountain to practice, and blesses Bishamentian. He fasted every day, and the bowl was so powerful that he could obey the order of the lotus and fly to the nearby village to get food. One year, there was a famine at the foot of the mountain, and Master Minglian went around to help the victims, a rich family did not want to help food, but he was afraid of Master Minglian's magical powers, so he locked the bowl into the rice warehouse in panic, and the bowl actually moved the entire rice warehouse to the side of the life-lotus. The rich man was so panicked that he chased after the rice warehouse that flew away, begged for the return of the rice barn, and expressed his willingness to open the granary to help the victims, so the Ming Lian showed mercy and ordered the rice warehouse to fly back to its original place.

In another year, Emperor Daigo was seriously ill, and the group of doctors tied their hands and prayed for failure, so they sent an envoy to ask for the lotus to go down the mountain. The envoy escorted Master Minglian into the palace to meet the Emperor, and the Master recited sutras and recovered. He thanked the lotus, but the mage refused to be paid a lot of money and continued to live in seclusion.

"Knock~~Knock~~" The melodious bell rang, and along with the bell, the sound of striking the wooden fish and the chanting of doing homework also sounded, surrounding the entire temple with bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

In the interior of the temple, there is an independent small courtyard, the decoration is quiet and elegant, and every place is full of the charm of [Zen].

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

The coughing sound that ruined the atmosphere suddenly sounded, and I saw a young man in a white loose robe in the room clutching his chest in pain, falling on the bed and coughing continuously.

The young man's face was full of sickly paleness, the vitality that should have belonged to the young man was gone, and the whole body exuded the vicissitudes and indifference of an old man in the twilight, and the violent cough was constantly coming out of his mouth, looking at his painful appearance, as if he was about to cough out his heart and lungs.

Finally, the cough stopped, and he swallowed his saliva, barely calming his chest. He got up from the bed, put the coat on his body, opened the paper door, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, making him subconsciously tighten the coat on his body, and when he saw the red trees outside, and the red leaves that fell from time to time, a trace of emotion appeared on his pale face.

"It's already autumn." He sighed so emotionally.

He fell ill in the summer and stayed in this temple to recuperate, and then spent most of the day lying on his bed, most of the day in a half-conscious state, not feeling much about the passage of time.

It is also ridiculous to say that he has saved countless people, has a very high reputation among the people and even the ministers, and is rumored to be the incarnation of the Buddha in the world, who can pull the dying sick back to the world from the king of Hades, and he is sick but cannot cure himself.

And he is proficient in medical science, and he already knows that his limit has come.

"This is where I belong" The deteriorating body did not make him despair, he indifferently watched the fallen leaves flying in the air, watching the fallen leaves fall under the trees, or float out of the yard, he smiled, and the smile was so natural.

The leaves grow from the tree and eventually fall under the tree, where they become nutrients for the tree along with the soil. Fallen leaves have to return to the roots, and people are going to fall into reincarnation no matter what, it's just a matter of time or time. He had already realized this, even if he actually felt that he should be able to do more before he died, but when his fate came, he still accepted it calmly.

"Nan Wusan." A Buddha horn sounded slowly and spread into the distance.

Not far away, on the back hill, a few sneaky huddlers peeked into the small courtyard of the temple under the dense bushes.

"Hey, hey, why are we hiding here so obscenely and peeping, don't those people can't see us at all?!" One of the white figures couldn't help but complain, and hung up the dead fish eyes to complain at a blonde girl with an excited face.

"Well, well~~ so that there is an atmosphere~~ We're peeping into Ada's dream~~~" The blonde girl waved her hand with a red face, looking at the vicissitudes of life not far away with a happy expression.

This group of sneaky figures is Yakumo Murasaki and his gang who decided to peep into Ashmida's dream, and they came in without hesitation with excitement and excitement [gossip] after Yakumo Purple opened the realm of dreams and reality.

However, they now face a serious problem.

They couldn't find where Ashmida was.

"Why are we staying here, aren't we trying to find out where our uncle is?" Alice stood up with a cold face, patted the leaves on her body, and was angry that she was actually being pulled to behave so rudely, she held back her anger and asked Yakumo Zi.

Alice couldn't help it, according to the passage of time in the dream, they had been observing the Venerable Lotus for a whole year, they watched the little bits and pieces of this monk's daily life, watched his devout Buddha chanting, watched him grieve for the suffering of the world and worked hard to save everyone he could see, watching him have to put aside his persistence in order to get more help, dealing with those ministers who were glamorous on the outside and ugly on the inside, she had to admit that this young monk, He is a monk of high moral character.

"Could it be that you haven't found out yet?" Yakumo Murasaki heard Alice's question, tilted her head, and her delicate face showed a mocking expression of confusion.

"What?" Alice saw the mockery on Yakumo's face, but instead of being carried away by the anger, she looked at the young man who was leaning weakly against the pillar not far away and enjoying the autumn scenery, especially the young man's special hair color, for a long time.

"Holy White Lotus?" That's right, the young man's hair color is the same as the Holy White Lotus she has seen, the color of his hair is dark purple from the top of his head, and slowly begins to turn into a strange golden hair color at the ear, and in addition, the appearance of the two is also similar, no one will believe that there is no blood relationship between the two.

"The temperament is very similar." Standing quietly with a parasol and looking at Youxiang, her face was faint and she said something that made people feel clueless.

"Indeed, it feels very similar to A-chan." Suzumi pinched her chin and nodded approvingly, the young man's temperament was very similar to Ashmida, and she also felt that the young man must have some kind of connection with Ashmida, otherwise why did they see this monk just after entering the dream.

"Natal Lotus! How did you get out of the room!? Suddenly, an exclamation came from a distance, which immediately attracted the attention of all the girls.

I saw a familiar figure break into their sight, different from the mature and steady Holy White Lotus seen in Gensokyo, now she has a little sunshine and a little playfulness, but when she saw the young man walking out of the room, she seemed to be very panicked, and quickly stepped forward to help the young man, that careful look as if she was holding some fragile treasure.

"Ahem, sister, I'm not that weak yet." The young man looked at the girl with a nervous face, and smiled helplessly, but he still obediently handed over his body to the girl and slowly walked into the room.

"Minglian, you stupid, you know that you are not in good health, and you still walked out of the room, I don't know if the weather is getting cold now." Ignoring the young man's justification, the girl who looked like the Holy White Lotus kept poking the young man's forehead and kept thinking about it in pieces.

"Yes, yes, yes." The young man showed a helpless wry smile, and did not defend anything, but carefully cleaned up his sick appearance, and tried his best to show his good mental outlook to his sister, so that his sister felt that her condition was beginning to improve.

"He won't live long." Bayi Yonglin pinched her delicate chin and looked at the young man who was trying to pretend to be healthy, as a skilled doctor, she could be sure that this Vital Lotus Master would not survive this autumn.

"Click."

The figures of the two were finally blocked by the closed paper door.

"Lotus of Life...... Meirenji Temple......" Yakumo Zi pinched his chin with his right hand and looked thoughtfully at the door that had been closed.

"I remember the name Natal Lotus." Mei Hong's words made everyone look sideways, and Mei Hong rubbed her temples, trying her best to dig out the long-ago memory from the depths of her mind, "Master Destiny Lotus, known as the incarnation of Bishamentian, has a very great reputation in both the royal family and the ministers, but he died long before I was born. ”

"It seems that the Holy White Lotus established the Natal Lotus Temple in honor of his younger brother." Suzumi also made up for what she knew, she often came and went in the world, and she still knew the news of the popular temple in the world.

"But what does this have to do with uncle?" Alice still couldn't figure it out.

"This ......" Yakumo Zi was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed, "Ada's subconscious has reacted!" ”

Before the others could comprehend, they felt a flash in front of them, and then they realized that their consciousness had returned from Ashmida's dream to reality.

Then, by coincidence, there was a voice outside that I had just heard.

"Is anyone there? The poor monk took the liberty of coming to visit Master Ashmida. ”