So, the two returned to the shrine in the main hall, but because the gate had fallen, they had to take shelter behind the statue.

The strong earthy smell choked the two of them. Dongfang Shiming tore open the fragile gauze curtain and put it on the ground, and the two snuggled up to each other and leaned against the edge of the offering table.

Such close contact made Artemisia a bit of a deer. She gently covered her reddened face, and secretly glanced at Dongfang Shiming's demeanor from time to time.

But Dongfang Shiming naturally didn't think so much at the moment. He finds a new clue, but it doesn't seem so easy to follow the vine.

He took out Shou Mei's poem and took advantage of the faint light outside the door to observe it carefully.

"If it is not a black and white judgment of creation, why is the wealth over the threshold of dust." Yes, that's it. What he has been puzzled about is this sentence!

"Xiangfeng Guan is the Taoist hub of Shengping Tian, which is well known in Shengping Tiandu." Dongfang Shiming explained to Bai Hao, "They have six affiliated mountain gates, collectively known as the [Six Views of Lingxiang]. ”

"Uh-huh...... Yes? "Artemisia hasn't figured out the problem yet.

"Before, although I also learned about the situation of the Six Views of the Spirit Image, I didn't go to my heart at that time." Dongfang Shiming pointed to the place they were in, "But now I suddenly thought of it." You say, back then, why did the Oriental family do blessing rituals in the Xiangfeng Temple? ”

"Huh?" Artemisia seems to understand a little, but not completely.

"The incense of the six views of the spirit is different. Now it seems that even the Xiangdi Temple has withered, but the Xiangfeng Temple at that time, even if it is not said to be in a remote location, it is by no means a famous temple. According to Shou Mei's poems, it can be seen that the Xiangfeng concept at that time was also dying. ”

"In other words—with the power of the Dongfang family, why would they choose such a remote and fallen place to carry out such a major ritual event?" Dongfang Shiming said, "If you think about it carefully, it's too weird. ”

"That's right!" Bai Hao understood now, and nodded vigorously, "There are few people there and it's not safe, it's easy to be targeted by bad guys!" ”

Dongfang Shiming stopped talking. After a moment of silence, he exhaled heavily: "That's right. ”

In this way, what happened back then was mostly a conspiracy. However, there are too many links that he can't be sure of, and he can't make such a conclusion until he investigates it clearly.

However, at this moment, hidden in the depths of Dongfang Shiming's heart, the deeply buried heartstrings were touched fiercely.

That's his mother. Even if his memory is blurred, even if he can't even think about his mother's appearance, he will never allow someone to bully his mother.

The connection between the dear relatives has been hastily cut off on that snowy night. But the blood is endless, if this inference is not wrong, if he really finds the person who designed this conspiracy back then, he will definitely do his best to seek justice for his mother's grievances.

I took a deep breath, but the smell of dust filled my throat. The cold touch suddenly hit, and Dongfang Shiming was angry in his heart, but he felt the coldness of the winter night, constantly eroding his body, making him shiver.

However, at this moment, a soft hand, with a little warmth, pressed on the back of his hand.

"Huh?" Dongfang Shiming suddenly turned his head.

What came into view was Bai Artemisia's gentle expression that was trying to suppress the sleepiness. She held Dongfang Shiming's cold hand with both hands, and smiled: "I've been shrunk in my sleeve for a long time." Isn't it warm? ”

"Don't overthink it." She leaned over slightly, though she hesitated at first, "And I'm here, no matter what happens, I'll always be with you." ”

The corners of Dongfang Shiming's mouth curled.

He turned sideways, his hands stacked on top of each other with Artemisia's small hands. Both of them were a little sleepy, but their eyes were still open, and the dark light of their pupils reflected each other's silhouettes.

"Good. I want to ...... in the future. Thank you for your hard work. ”

The wind outside blew the fine snow under the eaves into the shrine. It is like flying sand foam, gently crushing the time of the night.

…………

Three days later.

The Dongjiang floating lake is like a mirror. The silvery-white pale of the distant shadow hills is spread on the surface of the water, as if it has ascended to the realm of immortals.

The return wind is vast, and the lake does not have waves. There are occasional boats in the river, and everything is silent, like the silhouette of the twilight.

The plain white mountains and rivers, the plain white Tianjiang. A calm wave is a hidden place that is difficult to attract attention in Sheng Pingtian.

A high mast hangs from a few swaying ropes. It is like a thorn piercing into the picture screen, slowly driving through a slow ripple.

A passenger ship that can only carry a few people, and the narrow hull seems to be full of rivers, which does not break the balance of this bit in the slightest.

Fu Yunge leaned against the side of the boat, breathing in the cold air above the open river. A sword pouch is tethered to his back, like a slender cane.

His vision is between heaven and earth. The pale sky of cirrostratus clouds, not half a bird streaked by. The black and white mountains are like frozen waves, even if each one is wrapped in a faint enough momentum to hide the lonely city.

Between the icy waters of this lake, there is a sense of remoteness.

"Hmmm......"

Everything was beautiful. However, Fu Yunge still had difficulty meditating, one because of his own lingering illness, and the other because of the whistle of another boat passenger who had not stopped since the beginning.

Since taking a boat outside the river, Fu Yunge felt lucky that there were few passengers at first. But who would have thought that this guy seemed to have some kind of serious illness, and his mouth didn't need to rest at all, and he had been blowing a minor tune for three or four hours in a row.

And what is even more lacking is that this cargo has been tapping the board rhythmically with its fingers to beat the beat. The "click" sound was like a fly when I heard it too much, which really made Fu Yunge feel a little unhappy.

The captain was very old, and his ears were obviously not very sensitive. But there was no one else on this boat except for the three of them, Fu Yunge endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back.

"That, this big brother ......" Fu Yunge slowly got up and approached the man.

"Ah, the autumn color has arrived, it's great." Suddenly, the man looked at the vast lake and said with joy.

"That ......" Fu Yunge took another step closer, close to his side.

"Oh, I'm so happy." The man stood up suddenly, almost slapping Fu Yunge's chin.

"Wow-" Fortunately, Fu Yunge shrank his head fast enough, otherwise his tongue would have to say goodbye today. He hurriedly took two steps back, glaring angrily at the person, "I said you have no public morality......

"Dear senior brother and fellow practitioner, I came to you in person, but you must buy me face." The man was still babbling to himself.

"Big brother—" Fu Yunge's tone intensified.

Now the man finally heard it. He turned around and nodded at Fu Yunge: "You must indulge in wine when you sing during the day!" There should indeed be a song to celebrate at this time, but in order not to let my well-eared brother know in advance that I was coming to him, I can only silence it now. ”