The demon army was temporarily repulsed, and the leader who led the demon army was killed by Heng Gu himself, and Heng Gu and Linghua became famous among the disciples of Qingyoumen.

Especially Henggu, who was pestered by several young disciples of Qingyoumen to talk about the process of resisting the enemy, talked too much, and the people of Chongjun also listened to it together, and some people listened to it every day and were not enjoyable enough, so they simply chartered a room and specially invited him to speak, and for a while Henggu became Chongjun's sweetheart, and Yang Xichi's popularity was on par.

The traces of Xiang Suisheng are no longer easy to find, since that day he was greedy for life and afraid of death, left Sun Lianran and fled alone, there has been no news of him around Chongjun, what does this person want, and why he wants to help Jiang Caokong wantonly kill his fellow clansmen, it is still a mystery.

Three days passed, Yang Xichi's paper figure was successful, and after thanking Linghua and Henggu for their help, he changed back to the original appearance of a small paper-cut, and fell to the ground and burned himself.

Everything returned to normal, only the tranquil aura that was sensed in the inn and the Jingyin Temple lingered in Linghua's heart and was difficult to erase.

Her heart was clogged, and the breath made her feel familiar and extremely nervous. While feeling it, my body unconsciously tensed, and my heart couldn't be held together as if it was broken and fitted.

She cupped her chest and meditated, but she couldn't remember what the reason was.

If it is a chance encounter in the inn, then the breath in the Jingyin Temple is stronger and clearer than in the inn.

She wanted to go to Jingyin Temple to have a look. I want to know what this is, and I want to know where the source of this unexplained feeling is.

She left a note for Henggu, who was giving a passionate speech, and set off for Jingyin Temple.

The temple is located in the east-central part of Chongjun, not far from the inn, and it doesn't take much effort to get there.

The temple is still closed, and only the autumn leaves flutter from the sky like dead butterflies. At the door, a young monk who looked to be in his early teens was muttering something while clumsily sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom.

Linghua quietly walked behind him and whispered over to eavesdrop.

"Tell me to sweep the floor again, it's too boring to sweep the floor. Master asked me to sweep all day, and they all went to chant and meditate, and I was sweeping the floor."

He picked up a broom and struck it on the fallen leaves: "Let you laugh at me, you are all nasty. And that big sister laughed at me too, I'm so angry!"

He shook his head again, as if he wanted to shake out all these thoughts: "No, no, no, Master said to quit anger, to endure, to be calm. I'm not angry, angry makes me ugly."

"But why hasn't the big sister come yet?" The little monk lowered his head and swept up the fallen leaves again, "She won't come to the master today, right?"

Linghua listened for a long time, and saw that the little monk was immersed in his own world and found no sign of her, so he couldn't help but ask softly, "Who is the eldest sister?"

"Ahh The little monk was so frightened that the broom in his hand flew out of the way, "Who!"

He turned his head to see Ling Huayan looking at him with a smile, and hurriedly folded his hands and said, "Scare me. Amitabha, great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, laughter without sound, frightening without shock."

Linghua held back his smile, this little monk didn't seem to have a deep Buddha nature, and he said everything. She bent down to look at him at eye level: "Little master, I'm here to put incense on the pillar, why is the temple still not open?"

The little monk inhaled in shock, swallowed his saliva and replied, "Female benefactor, today is the day of the abbot's chanting, and the temple will not accept outsiders for the time being."

Linghua clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly: "I know, thank you little master."

She turned around and walked away neatly, and only a few steps away was heard behind her an excited shout: "Big sister!"

"Shhhh Come with me!"

Then came the sound of a broom falling to the ground and the temple door opening.

Linghua hurriedly looked back, only to see the corner of the little monk's clothes that was about to disappear and the closed door.

Today, Jingyin Temple does not accept outsiders, so how can this woman enter at will? Linghua took a few steps forward and walked to the gate, and sure enough, he felt this tranquil atmosphere again.

Why didn't she show up when she was here, and she had to enter the temple in this sneaky way when she was gone?

There must be some secrets.

Linghua passed through the wall and entered

Entered Joyin Temple.

The woman and the little monk were gone, but the woman's breath remained in the air along the road. Linghua felt this tranquility and found them not far away, the two of them were beside a huge and towering pine tree, and the woman was talking to the little monk with her back to her.

Linghua's fingers drew an arc, and a basic invisibility enchantment just happened to envelop the entire body. She slowly approached the two of them and listened quietly to their conversation.

"Big sister, how did you steal chickens and dogs? Master said that sincerity and generosity are the best ways to be kind to others."

The woman covered the little monk's mouth: "Zhixin, what do you know, there are people outside that I don't want to see, so I'm hiding."

Zhixin touched his smooth head, "But there was no one outside just now? Could it be the ...... woman?"

"Shhhhhh The woman covered his mouth again, "Are you afraid that others will hear it? I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, is your ancestor okay today?"

Zhixin shook his head quite deeply, "It's still the same, saying that I don't want to see you."

"Why is he like this? I took care of him for two days, and I came to see him for two days, and now I don't recognize anyone!" The woman crossed her waist and pointed somewhere and gritted her teeth, "Okay, forgive the monk, that's how you did to me."

Zhixin pulled down her arm, and his face was wrinkled: "Sister Suhe, I treat you as a friend, so I can persuade her. Shizu is a monk, he is still a cold monk, he was already like this when I was a child, I heard that my master's master's master's master was always like this at that time.

To him, you are probably just an ordinary female benefactor, stop struggling to find what you can't get, Ning Suhe benefactor."

Ning Suhe patted the top of Zhixin's shiny head: "I don't believe in what 'can't be obtained', what if he is a monk, what if he has lived for a long time? I won't give up if I want to pursue it, and he doesn't want to see me, so I climb the window and climb over the wall, so that he can always see me."

After that, she patted Zhixin on the shoulder and walked to the depths of the temple, leaving the little monk alone and sighing: "Life is really a lover, it's really a big idiot."

Ning Suhe walked briskly all the way with his head down, and Linghua followed. Walking to a pine forest, Ning Suhe carefully stood on tiptoe and stepped into the woods.

As if she didn't even dare to breathe, she quietly stepped on the soft ground and walked step by step to the middle of the woods. Suddenly, a small house loomed, so narrow that it seemed to be for only one person to sit in, and there was no extra space.

This is where the monk of forgiveness she is looking for is?

What kind of people will stay here all the time? The quiet and dark pine forest that is not easy to be found, and the cramped and cramped dwelling, the ancestor of Jingyin Temple actually lives in this kind of place? Do you have any special chanting preferences? I'm afraid that no sinner will live here.

Thinking like this, Linghua also followed Ning Suhe outside the house. The wooden door of the hut was closed, and there were no windows on the walls, and there was no place for ventilation, only the tight wooden planks, as if to block something.

Without air and sunlight, how can people survive?

"Didn't you say I wouldn't let you come?" There was a male voice with vicissitudes inside.

"But I just want to see how you're doing now, so let me take a look, and I won't come to pester you anymore." Ning Suhe knocked on the door and looked inside.

"I won't see you again, come back."

Without waiting for Ning Suhe to say anything, a strong force shot through the wooden board from inside the house and shot at her, and she was instantly knocked out of the temple with a muffled snort.

Linghua looked up, only to see that at the moment when Ning Suhe flew up, a golden light emanated from her body, and the uncontrolled spiritual power wrapped her body, like a mirror reflecting the sunlight shining with a warm yellow light.

The induction on his body was stimulated at this time, Linghua felt a strong resonance, and Ning Suhe fell outside the temple, and the dazzling gilt color flashed.

"You're here, you've found this place?" There was an inquiring voice from inside the cabin.

Linghua took a breath, and his heart seemed to be pinched.

This voice is very familiar, I used to talk to the owner of this voice every day and night, but who knew that something like that happened later......

It was as if a candle lit her heart, and the memories in her mind came to her heart, and she remembered something and understood where the tranquil aura came from.

"It was you." Linghua seemed to see the people inside through the wooden wall.

The people inside also seemed to see her: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but everything is okay?"

"Maybe it's all providence, everything is going well." Linghua leaned against the door and asked, "Did you put a ban on her and suppress her own breath?"

"Yes, otherwise, with her weak spiritual power, sooner or later she will become the target of those people's pursuit, just like you used to." The tone of the people in the house couldn't hide the loneliness.

Linghua glanced back at the room, his gaze was deep: "It seems that the power of respecting the ancestor has only increased, and he still knows everything in the world."

"Jianxin, it's that I can't stand you." Respectful and forgiving's voice trembled.

Linghua grabbed the door frame: "You know that I came and sent her flying, and the reason for this is probably only known to you. I don't want to hear your apologies anymore, I heard them a hundred years ago, and I don't need to say them anymore."

Jing Forgive was silent for a long time, and after a while, he said, "She will definitely come back to me tomorrow, and maybe tomorrow, you will be able to see her."

"You're still like this, as if it's not the same. You're afraid you're going to let down her enthusiasm." After Linghua finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Only the empty words of reverence echoed in the lonely pine forest: "I have not failed anyone? If you fail one more, you will only add some sins to be forgiven, and nothing will change you."

Linghua returned to the Yuelai Inn, and at this moment Henggu was paying the room fee at the counter. The innkeeper saw that he was giving the money, and he didn't want to ask for it anyway, so Henggu had to throw the silver into the shopkeeper's arms, turned around and wanted to run but found that Linghua walked back unwillingly.

"Linghua, where have you been? Why did it take so long to come back?" Henggu hurriedly caught up with her, took her hand and rubbed it, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you happy?"

Linghua looked back at the door of the inn where he passed by Ning Suhe, and said in a flat tone: "I met me."

Heng Gu was stunned: "What does this mean? You met you?"

He slapped his head and reacted, "Is it 'Connoisseurship'? Did you find a broken mirror?"

Linghua walked towards his room, his face devoid of joy, "Yes, but it's not the same as before."

"This broken mirror has a human body like me. Moreover, she knows who I am and is avoiding me."