Joyin Temple.

A layer of light floated on Ning Suhe's body, but she didn't know it, and she was still caught in contradictions.

"If you want to know the truth, I'll tell you." There was a faint flicker in Jing Shu's eyes, but he controlled this undeserved emotion well.

"The truth is cruel, isn't it?" Ning Suhe squatted down and leaned her head against the window, Jing Shu could no longer see her.

"Yes. There is no room for truth without a trace of false illusions." Keito paused for a moment, "Do you want to face it?"

The light on Ning Suhe's body became brighter, and these lights flew out of her body and slowly gathered on the top of her head, forming a solid golden ball the size of a soybean.

Catching a glimpse of it, his heart jumped, and he continued to ask in an eager tone, "If you say you don't want to remember, I won't let you remember the slightest."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the position of a step in front of the window, the chain under the long sleeves clanged, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch Ning Suhe's head, but the chain held his arms tightly.

He could only stay here, unable to take a single step forward.

Ning Suhe hurriedly stood up when she heard the sound of chains, she picked her fingers and her heart was numb, and she hesitated again and again: "I, if I wait until I've had enough of playing in the world and then come back to ask you for the truth, then it's okay, right?"

Keishu's whole body relaxed, and he replied with a smile, "Of course."

As the words fell, a powerful spiritual power had gathered in Jing Shu's hand, and the small golden ball above Ning Suhe's head flew into his palm in the blink of an eye.

The fists were clenched, the spiritual power vibrated in, and the golden ball was about to turn into powder in an instant.

At this moment, an unstoppable strong force slammed into his right hand along the chain, and his wrist was detached, and his fingertips were clamped and his fist was pulled away.

This small golden ball was hit into Ning Suhe's eyebrows by the wind that did not know the source, and the golden points of light shone on her body like stars.

Ning Suhe's eyes gradually blurred, and his eyes rolled and fainted.

Out of nowhere, a man falls behind Jing Shu: "You can't stop it."

Jing Shu turned around, and it was the little monk Zhixin standing in front of him, he glared angrily at Zhixin, and couldn't hide the sarcasm in his words: "You are too lenient in your affairs."

Zhixin waved his hand, and a divine light descended on him, his limbs grew rapidly, and he already looked like an adult in two or three breaths.

Suddenly, his body shrunk again, and he became a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and the light of mind appeared, and he became an adult again.

Zhixin was wearing a moon-white robe, looked at his hands and feet, and said, "At this time, the body is weak, and the dimensional shape is still not very stable."

He looked at Jing Shu again: "Repeatedly, you still haven't changed much, and the atonement for nearly a hundred years has not changed your ruthless nature."

"Why did you want her to remember?" Keishu walked up to Jishin and grabbed his shoulder with his fingers clenching, "I could have erased that memory at once, so that she would never remember it again!"

Zhixin's eyes were filled with scrutiny and sighs, "Are you really atoning for your sins?"

"What?" Keifu's hand was released.

"The memory is out, and recovery is a natural and unstoppable thing, why don't you? Is it that Ning Suhe doesn't dare to face it, or do you not want to lose Ning Suhe?"

Zhixin's words were like stormy waves, instantly breaking the embankment in Jingshu's heart.

"No, it's not!" He flatly denied it.

Zhixin whispered like a chant: "The mirror of the heart...... "the heart", the "heart", the "heart", this moment is to identify your true heart."

Ning Suhe came to his senses in a cloud of immortal aura.

She tried to move, but found herself in mirror form again.

"What? Is the Buddha going to give me the answer again? But I'm still talking to Keishu, and now isn't the time!" She shouted, but only her own voice echoed in the mirror, and no one answered her.

A beautiful fairy leaned over, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Why did it fall?"

The fairy picked up the mirror with both hands, brushed away the floating fairy energy on the mirror with a handkerchief, and the fairy energy under his feet obediently gathered a cloud and carried it

She slowly moved upwards.

Ning Suhe rolled his eyes and tried his best to look, and found that he was flying with the fairy in a cloud of mist, and a square partition made of white jade flashed in front of him one after another.

The jade lattice varies in length, width, and narrowness, some of which stand out like branches that suddenly grow on a mountain cliff, while others are as low-lying as valleys. There are exquisite pagodas, dark iron long swords, purple gold gourds, and some artifacts that you don't have time to look at carefully.

In the clouds and mist, Ning Suhe couldn't see how tall and wide the rows of white jade grids were, but he only knew that this should be a huge treasure pavilion.

I don't know how many layers passed, the clouds under my feet no longer rose, the fairy wiped the white jade grid, placed the mirror upright, and slowly descended.

Ning Suhe looked around, feeling like she had been turned into ashes and was encased in a grid, and she shouted, "Is there anyone? I want to go back!"

"But don't you think it's very stable? There are no noisy human voices, no complex human nature, only eternal peace and quiet."

Linghua's face faintly appeared from her, and the two of them stood side by side in the mirror, looking through a plane at the clouds outside the mirror.

"I don't think, I'm bored! Linghua, you take me back, I want to see how Jingshu is." Ning Suhe whispered to the ethereal Linghua beside him.

Linghua took her hand: "Then I'll take you to see it."

The scene in front of her was turned upside down in an instant, Ning Suhe was staggered and dizzy in the mirror, she patted the mirror and shouted loudly, "Don't be upside down", and then it was really quiet outside.

A man's face was reflected in front of her eyes, he looked at his glasses, then at the person opposite, and said angrily: "This mirror has been placed in the Jade Pavilion for almost three hundred years, if you don't name it or use it, what do you have to do with this painstaking effort to receive Heavenly Court."

The mirror was thrown on the table, and another person picked her up: "This mirror is called the "Mirror of the World", which can see the world without being bound by time, but this ability is meaningless to you and me, what can be obtained by a little perception, why use a spiritual weapon."

Ning Suhe breathed a sigh of relief, and it was none other than Jing Shu who was holding her in front of her. His appearance was very different from that in the Jingyin Temple, although his facial features had not changed much, but the arrogance and contempt between his eyebrows made the aura around him exude an unapproachable taste.

"It's been nearly three hundred years, so it's too unreasonable to ignore it."

He sneered repeatedly, "Like words? Where is the likeness of these words up and down?"

"But ......" the man tried to persuade again, but he heard a girl's voice behind him.

"Repeat! Repeat! I stole the peach blossom brew from Master and gave it to you to drink!"

"Really? Let your master know that I'm afraid I'm going to blame you." Chongyu's face was dyed with a warm smile, and the shining light in his eyes was a tenderness that Ning Suhe had never seen in the Jingyin Temple.

"No, Master can't bear to blame me. Come and drink!"

Hearing this, Chong Yu quickly got up happily, and the blue hem of his clothes gradually disappeared from Ning Suhe's field of vision. She tried to move to see who the girl was, but she only trembled with all her might, and could no longer move.

Linghua suddenly appeared beside her again: "Don't bother. Here, all spiritual weapons are prohibited, and only the Immortal Monarch in charge of the Jade Pavilion can use spiritual power at will after the ban is lifted."

Ning Suhe struggled a few more times, and collapsed in the space in the mirror, and could only silently listen to the conversation with the woman.

His tone was different from Shicai's, with an inexplicable coldness in his gentleness: "Really? Your master is still so kind to you."

"Yes, Master is very good, but he has always refused to let me wander anywhere else, and I am really bored. This pot of peach blossom brew is your hard-earned money, repetitive, you can take me out for a walk!"

The woman's voice was soft and sweet, Ning Suhe could imagine that this must be a lovely woman like an elf when she heard it, no wonder......

I will never forget her.

The laughter was warm, and the coldness of Shicai was completely gone, and even the tone was full of joy: "Then I have to ask for another hard-earned money." There is a spirit mirror in the jade pavilion under my jurisdiction, which has not been named, you can take one

and I will take you out."

After the woman learned about the role of the mirror, she thought for a moment and said, "It can not only understand the past and the present, but also distinguish people's hearts, so is it good to call it a "mirror of the heart"?"

"Connoisseurship? It's a good name, a good one, a heart, a heart."

Walking towards the mirror again, his face was reflected on the mirror again: "From today on, you will be called "Jianxin"."

The Jianxin Mirror was placed in the Shangyu Hall of Chongyu Immortal Monarch, Ning Suhe looked at the white, cold wall, and there were only two people in the empty room, the mirror and Chongzhen, this seemed to be a secret room belonging to Chongyu alone, and no one could know his background color.

"Where is your spirit?"

Chongyu just blinked, and Ning Suhe felt that her spiritual power had recovered, and she heard Linghua beside her answering questions: "Chongyu Immortal Jun is polite, I am Mirror Linghua."

"I've heard that you've seen everything in the world, and I want to ask you some questions." There is no joy or sorrow on his face.

Linghua said politely, "Immortal Monarch, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"If what I want doesn't belong to me, but keep chasing?" There was still no emotion on his face.

Linghua pondered for a moment and said, "If this thing Immortal Monarch thinks it is meaningful, even if he pays more price, the joy after obtaining it will offset the suffering he endures, then he boldly pursues it;

If you are not very satisfied with this thing even if you get it, and you are exhausted by the time you work hard, then go find something new to like."

Nodding happily, "I think so too."

Since then, I have confided in Linghua every two or three days, most of which have no specific things, but accumulate in the mood and seek to ask some questions. A long time later, until one day, he sat in front of the mirror with red eyes.

"Linghua, come out and answer me, should I give up?"

Linghua's face appeared on the ripples of the mirror: "Is Xianjun distressed by 'karma' or distressed by 'love'?"

"Both. But because of love, I have what I want to have, I want to get it, I want to control everything." There was hidden resentment and madness in his eyes, "But he wins me every time, why?"

"If you are always obsessed with wanting everything, you will end up losing everything." Linghua replied, "Repeat the Immortal Monarch, there are some things that cannot be too persecuted, and only by taking it slowly can you gain some insights."

Shaking his head repeatedly, "No, it's almost too late. She told me that she "only liked Master" and that she was going to be with Him forever......

"Immortal Monarch, don't do anything stupid." Linghua said eagerly.

"But no, I'm afraid, I'm going to have to do something." Chong's expression was as hideous as a beast at this time, and he was no longer like an immortal official at this time, but like those humans in the world who hated and hated, he was deeply manipulated by desire.

"There's no going back." He glanced at Linghua and hurriedly walked out of the Shangyu Palace.