I slept until the sun was three poles.

Ning Suhe stretched her waist, sat up with sleepy eyes, and closed her eyes and gathered her messy hair in a bun.

"I'm so sleepy......" She lay down on the pillow and fell asleep again, and somehow the woman who was going to take her back appeared in her mind again, and her slender jade fingers were about to touch her head.

Ning Suhe's leg kicked unconsciously, and she kicked the wall hard, so painful that she hugged her toes with a bitter face.

"Ouch!" She sat up in exasperation, "Why is this woman so ghostly?"

She looked at the sun outside, slapped the bed and stood up: "Let's go to Jingyin Temple and ask the Buddha for clarification."

Joyin Temple.

Ning Suhe knelt on the futon, listening to the air passing through her ears, and her surroundings were as quiet as at night. The guests all finished the incense in the morning, and there were only a few scattered people in the afternoon.

Now that there was no one around, she generously murmured and complained, "Buddha, what is the meaning of the dream you foretold me? Did I have a grudge against Jingshu before? Why should I be sucked away by that woman?"

"Who's going to suck you up?"

When Ning Suhe heard this voice, he didn't need to look up to know that it was Zhixin again.

She said angrily, "The Buddha did give me an answer, but this answer is so strange that I can't understand it and can't accept it for a while."

Zhixin seemed to know something, holding the broom pole and talking about the truth, and the flesh on his face trembled with his mouth opening and closing.

Ning Suhe pinched his face impatiently: "I don't want to hear anything about the 'fate law', I just want to know what's going on."

Zhixin twisted his body to escape from Ning Suhe's clutches, rubbed his cheeks and replied, "Whatever looks like is false. Give...... The eldest sister feels that everything in the dream is false, but it is true and false, and she can perceive everything from the heart. My sister asked herself, do you think these are true or false?"

"I'm ......" Ning Suhe asked her heart, she felt that the hints given by the Buddha would not be wrong, and the feeling in the dream was too real, as if her memories were back in her body.

She looked at Zhixin's expectant look in response, and stood up and looked at him suspiciously, "How come you seem to know everything, and that's what your master told you?"

Zhixin was stunned for a moment, and somehow stammered: "Yes, yes."

Ning Suhe stared at him twice and didn't ask any more questions, then turned around and walked out: "I can't understand with you, I'll still find Jing Shu."

In the pine forest, the door of the log cabin opened unexpectedly. The figure of Jing Shu was hidden in the darkness, and the silhouette of the shadow seemed to move.

Ning Suhe picked a pine tree and hid it behind the trunk, peeking at him not far away.

"Now that you're here, don't hide."

She heard the people in the room talking, and the tone was neither salty nor light, neither sad nor joyful, and it was less tasty than boiled water.

"I'm just ......," she peeked out from behind the trunk, "I just don't know how to face you."

"Come here, I have something to ask you, and you should know how to deal with yourself."

Jingshu still didn't look back at her, but the voice floated like a feather, and it seemed to scratch her ear, which made people can't help but shiver.

Rubbing her ears, she crept cautiously to the door of the hut, leaned her head against the door frame, and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

"Who am I?" Keito turned his face to her and asked.

Without thinking, Ning Suhe replied, "Aren't you forgiving?"

Jing Shu seemed to understand something, and continued to chant with his head bowed.

Seeing his reaction like this, Ning Suhe was stunned for a moment for some reason, then walked to the back of his side and stood stiffly: "Did I have a holiday with you before? You don't seem to like me very much because I've offended you before?"

The respectful Ruifeng raised his eyes lightly, and used his peripheral vision to look at Ning Xuhe's awkward figure: "No, it's just that I'm indifferent and don't want to talk to people."

"Really? But the first time I saw you, I felt that you were a little familiar, and for some reason, when I saw you, my heart was pounding, as if I was startled, and as if I missed you for a long time.

I don't know why I feel this way, and I don't even have the answer in the dream that the Buddha gave me. I can only come and ask you, but you still fool me with some pretexts to deceive children."

Ning Suhe sat down beside Jing Shu and said in her mouth, "In my dreams, there is a woman who looks soft, but always wants to suck my spiritual sense."

Jing Shu Wen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, his fists under his sleeves were clenched, and he turned his head without saying a word and stared closely at the woman beside him who was talking to herself.

"The woman scared me to death when she said I was hers and wanted to become one with me, and she said I couldn't escape, and that one day she would catch me, but I never remembered this person still existing." Ning Suhe caressed his heart, and leaned closer to the monk as if afraid, and there was light flashing in his watery eyes, "Do you know what I see here?"

The four eyes met, Jing Shu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head and whispered, "It's really completely different."

Ning Suhe didn't hear anything clearly, and pulled Jingshu's arm and shook it: "Jingshu Zen Master, what did you say? Let me hear it too, but it will hurt me."

Jing Shu glanced at the woman beside him who was pouting and picking at her nails, turned to the side and said, "Knowing some things will only increase your troubles, and you don't need to be so clear about everything. Besides, you haven't messed with me, it's just that I've always been cold to people."

"Really? Why be cold? I think you're okay with me, and you're not that cold." She pinched her respectful arm, pursed her lips and plucked up her courage and said, "We can be regarded as friends, friends and friends naturally have to treat each other sincerely, I have told you my own bottom, you also have to say something about you, right?" Otherwise, I know you."

"I don't know much." Respectfully withdraw your arm.

Ning Suhe didn't feel anything about this coldness at all, and pulled up Jingshu's forearm again and swayed, his tone was like a sugar orange smeared with honey, sweet but with a natural fruity fragrance: "Just tell me, just a little thing, tell me, tell me~"

Jing Shu looked at the woman in front of him, his gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he remembered something from the past.

"It's really like that." Ning Suhe heard him say.

"Like whom?" Jing Forgive looked at the innocent woman in front of her who was sincerely asking questions, and hung her head bitterly.

"Like someone I once liked." His voice trembled for some reason, "It may be offensive to you to say this, but it is normal for pure and unblemished people to have many similarities and commonalities."

Ning Suhe's heart was empty for some reason, and the tone of his voice lowered: "Do you have someone you like......?"

"Do you want to listen?" There was more life in the eyes of Jing Shu.

"Listen!"

"Then sit down, and I'll tell you." Seeing Ning Suhe sitting beside her knees obediently, Jing Shu nodded with satisfaction, and began to recall-

"I used to have a favorite person, she was so beautiful, lively, free, innocent and beautiful.

She always surrounded me and asked me questions, pestering me to teach me again if I couldn't learn. At that time, I had nothing but a skill, and I wanted to teach her everything, and I wanted to see her all the time. So I taught her only a little at a time, so that she came to me every now and then.

As I looked for her, the more I liked her. She would always laugh and tell me about her disgrace, and she would learn from the people who picked on her, and sometimes I would try to eradicate them all, but she would wave her hand and tell me that she never felt sad, only that these things were ridiculous.

Her hair was always very fragrant, and I later learned that women all use blue cream. She loves the scent of jasmine, although she is ...... Oh, but she likes Jasmine, what a strange woman.

She's always considered me a friend, and possibly an older brother. But I, with all my own, have a bad idea of her."

Although Ning Suhe was a little depressed, she still spoke for Jingshu: "How can you be dirty if you like it? Like is a kind of generous feeling, and there is no need to hide it. If you like it, then tell her clearly that liking her is your business, whether she likes you or not, why retreat? Where's the woman? I'll go for you!"

Seeing her impassioned appearance, Jing Shu couldn't help but smile faintly and stopped Ning Suhe: "No need.

She is no longer here, and she has nothing to do with me again in life and reincarnation."

"Huh? Gone?" Ning Suhe looked at Jingshu and then at the Buddha statue in front of him, "So you visit the Buddha every day, just want to forget her?"

Jing Shu didn't admit or deny it, just looked at the sky outside the door and said, "It's actually dusk, I haven't felt like time can pass so quickly for a long time."

Ning Suhe also looked out, the twilight was late, the sunset was infinite, she was about to say something, but she heard Jingshu say, "It's getting late, please go back."

She turned her head and saw that Jing Shu had stood up at some point, and she could only see the monk's chest.

The room was darker, and the last rays of the sun tried hard to illuminate the faces of the two people, but it could only reach the side of Ning Suhe's face.

The whole person is in a haze, obscure. Only the eyes are like a dying sunset, shining with the light of embers.

Ning Suhe hadn't heard enough about Jing Shu's past, she still wanted to know more about this person, why was she so cold? Why did you become a monk? And why do you have to chant the scriptures every day in this cramped room?

"Are we friends? Tomorrow...... Can I come to you again?" She stepped forward and grabbed Jingshu's wrist, wanting to be coquettish but touched a thick and cold thing.

Ning Suhe was only stunned for a moment, then quickly touched the thing and found that it was firmly stuck on Jing Shu's wrist like a bracelet.

"What is this?" She asked, wide-eyed.

Keishu withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, and took two steps back in embarrassment. As he moved, something slammed into each other in a mess, making a bell.

"The voice?" Ning Suhe was all too familiar with the voice, and she quickly concluded that it was coming from under the wide sleeves of Jing Shu's coat.

So she gathered her spiritual power, quickly swept in front of Jing Shu, and slammed it on her cuffs—

A long chain was tied to the shackles around the wrist of the reverence.

Ning Suhe looked at the chain in front of him in disbelief, this snake-like chain was long and thin, stretching from Jing Shu's wrist to the ground. The chain body was filled with unparalleled mellow spiritual power, and she didn't know how much spiritual power it would take to break free from this predicament, but she knew that a hundred of herself couldn't compare to the strength of the upper half of this long chain.

"This ......" Before she could finish speaking, she saw Jing Shu's gaze that was like a thousand years of frost.

"Get out!" The tranquil aura surrounded her again, and Ning Suhe still flew out according to the fixed route that had been discussed, and stood firmly on the ground.

The door of the wooden house closed unhappily again, and Ning Suhe patted his head: "Impulsive again, annoyed him again."