Ning Suhe really couldn't understand why Jing Shu did this to her.

Obviously she has forgiven her for opening the door, but she is angry because she discovered her spiritual power, could it be that there is something wrong with her spiritual power? But her innate spiritual power has become the source of annoyance with him?

He had never met Jing Shu before, and he shouldn't know each other, but he spoke in a familiar tone, as if he was talking to another person through her, and the relationship between the two did not feel good.

But she is who she is, how could she become someone else? It's not a twin.

Ning Suhe turned the ends of his hair in distress: "Could it be that I had a grudge against him in my previous life, so he didn't want to see me so much?"

Thinking about it and having no clue, she went to Jingyin Temple again. This time, instead of going to the pine forest, she walked into the Daxiong Hall with the guests of Shangxiang, knelt on the futon and worshipped reverently.

"Buddha, Buddha, if you know who my previous life was, please come and tell me in a dream, if you can solve the doubts in my heart, I will make incense every month." After saying that, she bent down deeply and kowtowed three times.

"Do you know what you were going to do in your past life?"

Ning Suhe didn't raise her head, but she heard the voice of inquiry coming from the top of her head, and she was secretly happy in her heart, could it be that the Buddha had manifested so quickly? No need to dream, no need to hint, to meet her so clearly?

She looked up happily and saw a little monk with a broom looking down at her in ignorance and curiosity.

The enthusiasm in Ning Suhe's heart cooled down a lot, and he got up with a little bit of ground and said in disappointment, "Why are you?"

Zhixin hugged the broom stick: "If it's not a little monk, can it be Jingshu Shizu who came out to look for you?" Why do you want to know your past life?"

Ning Suhe looked at Zhixin, said, "Forget it", pulled him to the back of the treasure hall, avoided the incense person and whispered, "He and I may be enemies in the previous life."

"What?!" Zhixin bared his teeth, "As far as I know, Master Ancestor Jing Shu has never died, how could you have met Master Ancestor in your previous life?"

"Never died?" Ning Suhe was stunned, "Then I thought wrong?"

The little monk's head seemed to be brighter, he seemed to know everything, and he didn't seem to know anything.

"Master asked me to come to you and tell you that "when a thought is born, all the Dharma is revealed", and when all questions are answered, the time will come, and it will naturally be solved." As Zhixin spoke, there seemed to be a Buddha light behind him.

Ning Suhe stared blankly at the faint light: "You seem to be glowing."

Zhixin was also stunned when he heard this, and the shallow light had disappeared in a daze.

"Where?" Zhixin turned his head back and forth to look behind him, not much different from his usual moment.

Ning Suhe listened to Zhixin's words, returned to his place of residence, and patiently waited for what he said "when the answer was made". The sky gradually darkened, and the anticipation in Ning Suhe's eyes gradually turned into sleepiness, and her head slammed on the table with a "bang", and she fell into a deep sleep.

The soft and warm touch flowed from the skin, Ning Suhe wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them after working hard for a long time, he wanted to speak, and his mouth didn't know where to go.

Listen carefully to the sounds around you, but there is only a dull and hazy "whirring" sound. She seemed to have lost all five senses, and only strange voices accompanied her for some reason.

Ning Suhe fortunately gave up, and she maintained the status quo, lying quietly and feeling the flowing feeling on her body.

"You want to see your past?"

It was like a blocked window was suddenly opened, and the howling wind rushed in, Ning Suhe's ears suddenly regained hearing, and she wanted to see what was in front of her, but she still couldn't see anything.

"Buddha, is that you? Did you answer me?" Ning Suhe couldn't open his mouth, so he could only ask questions in his heart silently. She nodded frequently in her heart, "I want to know the past, and I know why that monk of forgiveness did this to me."

"Why do you want to know the past? Just remember that it's not a carefree thing now?"

Ning Suhe felt her inner self shaking her head: "I have been in the mountain stream for as long as I can remember, I don't know why I grew so big, I don't know who my parents are, and I don't know who I am.

No one gave me a name, so I looked for the surrounding scenery to pick it up; No one taught me how to behave, so I secretly learned from others.

But I never knew who I was. Why am I in a mountain stream, why is there a mirror next to me, why don't I remember what happened when I was a child.

Who was I? After more than 20 years of inquiry, I have no conclusion. If this is really my past life, what am I going to do?

Buddha, please tell me everything!"

She said it really, and there seemed to be tears running down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes, falling coldly into the water beside her, blending with it and flowing with it.

She could already see some misty light in front of her eyes, shining through a mottled plane, not clear or transparent.

Ning Suhe moved to brush off the flat surface that was covering his eyes, but he was shocked to find that his body was floating. The mottled surface was shaken off for a moment, and a thumb poked into her field of vision.

She didn't feel any pain in her eyes, let alone any discomfort, she just felt herself rise quickly from the water and burst out of the water in an instant.

"Brother, look, it's a mirror!" A girl blinked at her with big eyes and looked at her curiously, "It's broken, it's a pity, I still want to look in the mirror."

Ning Suhe looked at the girl through the plane, her eyes were different from ordinary people, her crystal-like pupils flashed as light green as tender grass, and her grass-colored hair was unkempt from side to side.

Behind the girl walked a tall boy with green hair and pupils. He just glanced at Ning Xuhe and went to take the girl's hand: "Don't touch it, you see, it has a spirit, it is not a dead thing, and it can't follow you."

"Okay then." The girl placed the mirror on the sand and gravel by the stream, "There is so much aura here, everything can be transformed into shape, it is really difficult to find a dead thing."

"If you don't have this aura, you and me, go out of the mountain stream and look for it in the world." The boy walked away with the girl, and Ning Suhe looked at them and herself.

They're not people? She's not human?! Is she a mirror, or a broken mirror.

"Why can't I be round if I'm broken?" She shouted inwardly, "Buddha! Buddha! Are you still there? Why did I become a mirror, was this how my past life was?"

An old and inexplicably familiar voice came from the sky: "This is you. It's the answer you seek."

The sound fell like raindrops into the heavens and the earth, and Ning Suhe became in a trance, and suddenly arrived at a pure white realm, surrounded by smoke.

There was a vague man walking by, he was dressed in a brocade robe, and the fabric on his body was embroidered with double-sided embroidery on several cranes, and even the placket was embroidered with gold thread with the dark pattern of flowing clouds.

No matter how Ning Suhe raised his head, he could only see the man's chest and neck, he seemed to be saying something, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, but Ning Suhe couldn't hear a word clearly.

She was about to shout loudly, but she heard a sound from her body—

"Maybe that's what you can't get. Learning to let go is actually a relief. If you keep clinging to this, you'll only lose everything."

The man slapped it with a palm, and she subconsciously tried to block it, but this hand didn't slap her body at all.

The picture shook in front of his eyes, as if it shattered the mud and sand in Ning Suhe's ears, and the man's voice clearly poured in: "I will never let go, I will definitely try my best to get what I want!"

What does that mean?

Ning Suhe saw the man angrily brushing his sleeves away, and couldn't help but persuade, "What are you going to do? Don't be impulsive!"

The man's back walked farther and farther, gradually disappearing, Ning Suhe was at a loss, and she caught a glimpse of a woman's face detached from the position of her sideburns, she was shocked, and wanted to retreat but her feet were stuck as if she was stuck and couldn't walk.

The woman walked out from her side, graceful and graceful, and her watery eyes exuded a different kind of tenderness.

Her softness caressed Ning Suhe's face: "We are one, when will you come back?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know you at all

Ahh Ning Suhe instinctively ducked back, but the woman's fingers were a little on her shoulder, and her body couldn't move.

"You and I are just pieces on a mirror, don't we return to our roots after we have a self?" The softness in the woman's eyes had become sharper.

Ning Suhe gathered all his spiritual power and broke through the shackles on his body: "I won't obey you!" I am my own, never of anyone! You let go of me!"

"You've always been a part of me, and you can't escape." The woman's hand rested on her forehead, and her eyes rolled rapidly.

Ning Suhe felt that she was about to be sucked dry, and her consciousness was gradually withdrawing from her body. Her whole body trembled, her hands and feet were numb, the dantian burst like magma, and the burning sensation spread from her abdomen, she was afraid that she would die here!

"I don't want to die!!

She screamed in horror, her hand waving wildly, and she didn't know what kind of pain it hit. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was still living and had not gone anywhere.

Ning Suhe looked around in a trance, and only when he found that there was nothing abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on his head.

Who is that woman? Could it be that he is really this broken mirror?

She picked up the palm-sized bronze mirror hidden in the cabinet: "No wonder I had such a mirror next to me when I appeared in the mountain stream, but fortunately I took it, otherwise I would have lost myself?"

Ning Suhe stuffed the bronze mirror into his arms, thinking carefully about the dream just now.

"If I'm really one with that scary woman, then maybe the spiritual power is the same, so if you talk to me on the surface, do you actually think I'm that woman?" Ning Suhe touched her cheeks, "But I don't look the same as her, although they are both pretty ......

She shuddered: "She's so fierce, if she wants to suck my intelligence, don't praise her, if you run into her in the future, it's better to hide."

"But why do you have such an attitude towards that woman? Had I sinned against her when I was one with her?" Ning Suhe rubbed the ends of her long hair with her fingers irritably, throwing the long hair behind her.

When I raised my eyes and looked at the sky outside, it was early morning. She lay down on the bed and yawned: "It's really boring to dream, I'll go to him again when the sky is bright and ask him clearly, and burn incense for the Buddha by the way, and make a ......wish."