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Late at night, he stroked the ice coffin and looked at Minjun in the coffin, with a gentle smile on his face, "Minjun, I'm about to see you, we're going to meet." ”

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The wait is always the longest, especially when he knows that the end is not far away, for Xiao Lingyu, this short night is more difficult than the past twenty years.

The next day, when the first rays of light broke through the darkness, the wooden door of the Flower Hall opened with a "creak", and Xiao Lingyu walked out of it quickly.

As if he knew that this would be the case, the monk was already waiting for Xiao Lingyu outside the door, he held two umbrellas in his hands, and said with a smile: "Go, go down the mountain." ”

Raising his hand and handing the umbrella to Xiao Lingyu, the monk turned around and walked down the mountain.

Taking the oil-paper umbrella, Xiao Lingyu was a little puzzled, he looked up at the sky, it was still slightly dark, and there was no sign of rain.

But Xiao Lingyu didn't make a sound, clenched the oil-paper umbrella, and walked forward, keeping up with the monk's pace. Xiaosha and Zhu Bajie followed closely, and the four of them went down the mountain together.

It was a little cold in the early morning, but today it was particularly cold, and a cold wind blew, which made Xiao Lingyu shiver, and he tightened his collar and quickened his pace.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and there are still not many people on the mountain road, Xiao Lingyu and the four of them are particularly eye-catching, and there is actually a monk's fluttering white clothes.

The road was full of silence, the monk had not spoken since he walked in front, so he walked quietly, and suddenly, the monk opened the oil-paper umbrella and muttered in a low voice: "It's raining." ”

Seeing the monk's movements, Xiao Lingyu was slightly stunned, the sky was indeed a little gloomy, especially the sky under the mountain, which was very gloomy.

"Tick!" "Tick!"

The raindrops of soybeans came down as soon as they spoke, and the raindrops jumped on the top of the monk's umbrella, and then rolled down, wetting the ground.

Xiao Lingyu was only four or five steps away from the monk, but the rain had not fallen here, which made Xiao Lingyu a little surprised at this time.

Half the day, half the rain.

The place where Xiao Lingyu is located still belongs to the top of the Huajian faction, where the rain has not fallen, and then looking back, the sky is also clear, but it starts to rain when it goes down to the stairs.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and within a while, Xiao Lingyu's front had become a rain curtain, and the sound of "bang-la-la" filled Xiao Lingyu's ears.

"This kind of rain scene is also peculiar. Xiao Lingyu sighed, propped up the oil-paper umbrella, and stepped down the stairs.

"This is the will of heaven, and heaven will temper the world...... Such a spectacle is naturally to welcome a strange fate......"

The monk stopped, looked back at Xiao Lingyu and smiled, at this moment, Xiao Lingyu felt that the monk's smile was not so kind, and it seemed to have other meanings......

The monk deliberately waited for Xiao Lingyu, and the two walked side by side, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking down the mountain.

In the rain, their figures became more and more blurred, gradually dimmed into a black mist, and disappeared on the stone steps of Huahai Mountain.

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The small tea stall at the foot of the hill opened as usual, and the thatched roof was hit by the rain, and it was a little overwhelmed, and the thatch that had absorbed enough rainwater became heavier and heavier, making the whole tea stall look much lower.

The wooden sign in front of the tea stall is fluttering in the rain, and it is plucked by the wind blowing from time to time, swaying, and the tea word on the wooden sign is particularly clear by the rain.

Xiao Lingyu and the monk sat in the corner of the tea stall, where there was rain in many places, dripping and ticking, and the tables and chairs on the edges were wet.

Neither of them cared, and the monk stared at the steaming teacup in front of him. Xiao Lingyu stared at the road in the distance, where there was no figure except for the rain.

"When will she come?" Xiao Lingyu asked a little impatiently, he had been waiting for a morning and had not waited for anything.

In such bad weather, no one was willing to go out, even the people who came to Huahaishan for medical treatment disappeared, and Xiao Lingyu didn't even see a figure this morning.

"It'll arrive before the rain stops, don't be in a hurry. ”

The monk said lightly, he seemed to know what was going to happen, raised his hand, poured a cup of tea for Xiao Lingyu, the monk stopped talking, and drank tea quietly.

Xiao Lingyu's eyes were still staring at that road, and he didn't even look at the cup of hot tea in front of him.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the torrential rain seemed to have no end in sight, and it would go on like this, and the only road had become muddy, and it was difficult for people to walk on it.

"Will anyone come on such a road?"

Zhu Bajie held the nail rake, leaned on the stake and looked out, he muttered in a low voice.

He didn't mean to say it, but it made the listener's heart twitch, Xiao Lingyu finally moved his eyes, he glanced at Zhu Bajie, and replied loudly: "Yes!

As if in response to Xiao Lingyu's words, a blurred black shadow walked out at the end of the road, and someone came towards the location of Hua Haishan.

With a "tenge", Xiao Lingyu jumped up from the wooden chair, walked to the edge of the tea stall and looked over there, letting the rain fall from outside hit him, regardless of it.

"Xiaosha, this rain is cold, give your master an umbrella. ”

The monk didn't look back, he picked up the umbrella beside him and handed it to Xiaosha. Xiao Sha hurriedly opened the umbrella, ran to Xiao Lingyu's side, and held up the umbrella for Xiao Lingyu.

Everything around him didn't affect Xiao Lingyu, he just looked straight at the figure in the distance, which gradually became clearer.

The blurred figure was getting closer, and it was finally clear who was coming.

It was three people, the middle man was dressed in a black robe, he stepped into the air, his feet were more than a foot off the ground, the muddy road had no effect on him at all, he held a black oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and slowly walked towards the tea stall.

On the left of this person is a jumping little girl, stepping on puddles, holding a colorful oil-paper umbrella in her hand, trotting all the way, stepping on muddy water splashing everywhere, but she "giggles" and laughs non-stop.

On the right is a tiger monster, his colorful hair wet by the rain, his majestic body walking in the rain, splashing a large cloud of muddy water with every step, like a piledriver.

The person who came was a ghost, he had already gotten the news, and at the right time, he came to accompany Xiao Lingyu and witness the "fate" that the master said twenty years ago.

When he saw clearly that the person who came was the Spirit, Xiao Lingyu's body seemed to be drained of strength, his shoulders collapsed instantly, and he walked back to the Huanghuali table and sat down dejectedly, continuing to stare at the road he had walked when the Spirit came.

When he came to the tea stall, he put away his umbrella and walked into the tea stall, he dusted off the rain he had just touched on his body, and silently walked to the table where Xiao Lingyu was and sat down.

The monk smiled at the spirit and shook him a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you, master. The spirit picked up the hot tea, took a sip, and suddenly felt the cold in his body disappear.

"You got it?" the monk smiled and nodded.

"Yesterday, a little demon told me that the eldest brother was going to usher in his fate. ”

Glancing at Xiao Lingyu beside him, the spirit took a breath, this matter not only affects Xiao Lingyu's heart, but also indirectly affects their heart, they are not just the spirit, it is many, many people......

"Exactly, he and hers are going to meet in this life. ”

"That's great, twenty years, there should be a result. ”

The Soul looked at the smile in the monk's eyes, he understood the monk's smile, and he smiled too.

"Hahaha! Brother Xiaosha, come out and play in the water!"

The little fox jumped outside the tea stall, splashing muddy water and sprinkled all over his body, Colorful shook the hair on his body, snorted, walked into the tea stall, and stopped playing with the little fox.

"Little fox, be quiet!

The little girl was a little unhappy, but she didn't dare to refute, and ran to the tea stall with her lips pouting.

The only laughter was gone, only the sound of the rain was gone, and the tea stall fell into an unusual silence.

Xiao Lingyu's longing gaze has never changed, staring at the road he came, looking forward to who the next person will be......