The long night is gone, the east is white, and the people in Los Angeles are busy.

The restaurants and inns on both sides of the river bank are adjacent to each other, the stalls and small burdens at the head of the street bridge have already been paved in two columns, the vendors are busy taking off the wooden planks at the door of the shops, and the camel caravan is busy walking the last mile of the starry night.

The breeze was blowing through the hills, and there were people on the outskirts of Los Angeles who were busy.

It was Zhou Zong who was busy. He reminisced about the old days with Renjun, not to mention his heart and lungs, but he was also happy with wine, and the two chatted happily. On the second day, he hurriedly resigned and returned to the city under the pretext that Lao Qi was injured, and he was relieved. Renjun still has a lot of use for keeping him, and he won't do anything with him at this time, he knows this, and he didn't feel troubled because of this trip to the imperial city———— people who have seen the world are not so easy to be scared down.

The sky is blue and the sun is golden.

Zhou Zong was standing in front of a dilapidated old temple. He put his hands behind his back, frowned slightly, and raised his eyes to stare at the three words "Huguo Temple" on the plaque. The word was a little old and paintless, and the plaque made of black ink had been eroded by the years, cracking several cracks, revealing the decaying pale yellow sunken wood.

The suburbs are extremely quiet, this old temple does not have the appearance of incense, Zhou Zong stood for about two incense sticks, and he has not seen a good man and woman step into the threshold in front of him. He sighed twice and blinked his eyes that were so shaken by the sun.

After another stick of incense, and the sun was more dazzling, he took a step forward, and the wind in the suburbs was stronger than in the city, and when the corners of his clothes were blown, he seemed to remember something again, and then stopped, and never moved again.

Zhou Zong didn't move, but the door moved.

A "babbling" sounded, and a thin nun, no, the long-haired woman walked out with a much bald broom.

Zhou Zong looked at her quietly, this woman looked to be over middle age, her long hair would reach her waist in a few days, half black, half white, wearing a gray monk's robe, clean and spotless. After going out, she looked around and silently swept the ground.

Zhou Zong obviously passed through her eyes, but she didn't make a sound, let alone look at Zhou Zong, as if between heaven and earth, only the dead leaves scattered on the ground could enter her eyes.

"Yao... Guru. Zhou Zong paused word by word and said softly.

"Layman." The woman didn't look up, but she spoke up, correcting Zhou Zong's name.

"Yao Yi is a good layman."

Zhou Zong took a few steps forward and bowed, it was also a miracle that this ordinary layman in front of him could make Zhou Zong so respectful.

The woman known as Yao Yi didn't say a word, just looked at the dead leaves at Zhou Zong's feet, patted Zhou Zong's ink-colored boots with the broom tied up with branches, and motioned him to move it.

Zhou Zong smiled bitterly, then moved his feet away, and looked at the woman quietly.

After a period of silence, the dead leaves on the ground were swept away by Yao Yiju, and Mr. Zhou spoke: "Can you put a stick of incense on the bottom?"

"Please." Yao Yi's voice was cold, as if nothing in this world could affect her emotions.

Seeing that she was not in the way, Zhou Zong lowered his hands from his chest, smoothed his robe, and stepped in.

The old temple is in disrepair, and it is even more dilapidated, and the plaque at the door seems to be quite young in comparison.

Zhou Zong looked around, there was no Buddha statue in the dim but clean Buddha hall, and there was only a slightly faded cloth painting directly above the desk, which was vaguely visible, and there was a bodhisattva monk with a solemn appearance on the painting.

Zhou Zong's master was a Taoist priest, and later his second senior brother also became a Taoist priest, and a few days ago, he took away a small Taoist priest from Zhenming Mountain.

But he is not a Taoist priest, let alone believe in Buddhism, but he still made a gesture towards the portrait, and then twisted three yellow incense sticks from the table, lit it with a dancing candle, and then held the incense over the top, knocked three times respectfully, and offered the incense heavily in the incense burner.

With that, he glanced up again, and the light fell through the cracks in the tiles, making the burning smoke and the spitting fog seem a little illusory.

At this time, Yao Yi, who was outside the door, walked in, and saw that some of the incense ash was falling on the silky jade desk, so she gently wiped it with her hand.

All this fell in Zhou Zong's eyes, causing him to sigh again: "Yao Jushi, this small temple can really hold the red dust?" ”

Zhou Zong finally said what he wanted to say, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The layman was still expressionless, straightened the candle that was a little tilted, and said after doing this: "Master Zhou has been in the future for a long time. ”

"It's been a long time." Zhou Zongdao.

"That red dust hasn't been here for a long time." As Yao Yi spoke, he folded his hands and bowed lightly to Guanyin.

Zhou Zong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Your sister's child is now going to become Mozong's son-in-law." ”

"Then bless him."

Yao Yi's face did not change, for many years, she fasted and preached the Buddha, and the incense burner as a companion, even if there were many things and things buried in her heart, she never felt panicked.

"You have always known who is behind the destruction of the Yao, Lin, and Wang families." Zhou Zong looked at her and said slowly.

Yao Yi also turned his head, and actually showed a half-smile: "What does it have to do with me?" ”

"You don't want revenge?"

"Eighteen years ago, I didn't take revenge, and eighteen years later, I have left behind the red dust."

"What secrets does the Yao, Lin, and Wang families have that can make Mo Zongfei think so much?"

Zhou Zong sighed, this sentence was just a complaint, and he didn't expect to get an answer from the woman in front of him.

The woman in front of him did not give any answer, and did not even want to talk, but just moved the fruit plate in front of the Bodhisattva to the left, and it seemed to be more correct with the cloth painting.

"The more you don't want to say it, the more you can't get through the hurdle in your heart. There is no antidote to the poison of the heart knot. ”

Yao Yiju was dumbfounded, she had known Zhou Zong for a long time, but she was not very familiar with it, and when she saw him say a few words today, it seemed that she had a lot of epiphany.

Silence hit the two again, and after a long time, Yao Yiju took the lead in breaking the silence: "Master Zhou, people die like lights go out, you can add another fire, and the lights will be bright, but people have become ashes." ”

She walked to the other desk in the corner on the right, if she hadn't taken out a fire fold from the foot of the desk and lit the oil lamp on the desk, Zhou Zong wouldn't have noticed that there was still a mystery here.

On the top of the desk, there are three thin black wooden tablets, and there are three gold-inlaid characters on each with fly-headed small letters, which are Yao, Lin, and Wang. The corners of the tablet are quite rounded, and the body of the tablet is polished to a shiny finish.

Different from the red candles placed in front of the portrait of Guanyin, there are two white candles placed here, which are lit up by Yao Yi.

"Why is this light on?" Zhou Zong pointed to the lit oil lamp, but his eyes were not far from the tablet.

Yao Yiju glanced at him, his eyebrows slightly raised, but he didn't answer, she knew that Zhou Zong would say the answer.

"Because there are still living people to light it." Zhou Zong's face was solemn, he couldn't say that he was chic in his life, and he couldn't tell the big truth, but at this moment, for some reason, the voices and smiles of his deceased juniors and disciples also appeared in his heart.

After a while, something flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a somewhat dumb voice: "The old man went west with a sword, but now he can light wax and hold a lamp for him, and he will come and go, and each has a fate." ”

Zhou Zong said, stopped looking at Yao Yi's cheeks, turned around and walked out of the temple gate, it seems that today, there is no one, two, three. Before approaching the door, Zhou Zong suddenly paused and said in a low voice: "I will come again." ”

After all, it is to leave without looking back.

There was another autumn wind in Huguo Temple, and this gust of wind swept the dead leaves, swaying left and right towards the city gate.

There was also a woman standing next to the city gate, her white skirt reached the ground, her hair was coiled behind her head, seeing the autumn wind, she couldn't help but gather the green silk in her ears, and looked at it, it was Lin Yun of the East Pole Gate.

Along with the autumn wind, there is also Zhou Zong.

"Senior brother." Seeing Zhou Zong coming from afar, Lin Yun called softly.

Zhou Zong nodded, his pace was a little faster, it was feasible to fly in the sky outside Los Angeles, but he wanted to take two more steps, and thinking in the pace was his unique habit.

"How?" Lin Yun asked.

She didn't want to say. Zhou Zong waved his hand, walked heavily, and stepped into the city gate. The soldiers guarding the city worked for half a day, and the people on the city tower knew the identity of Zhou Zong, and did not say anything to investigate.

"Do you want to change me?" Lin Yun frowned, his steps were a little faster, and he walked side by side with Zhou Zong.

"If you go, it will bring back old things." Zhou Zong said indifferently, he looked straight ahead, and after entering the city, the fireworks in Los Angeles became intense.

In the world of thousands of disturbances, there is life and death, the living are alive after all, but the dead always live into the obsession in people's hearts, their shadows remain in the world, everywhere, some people are sad and sad, some people see things and life, but what is born is not an unfinished regret.

Zhou Zong sighed again, at this moment, he actually understood Wu Ma Shuo's paranoia.

Speaking of which, Lin Yun's surname is Lin, which is naturally inseparable from the Lin family where Lin Qin is located. It's just that she was born to a concubine, and the Lin family also wanted to have something to do with the growing Dongjimen, so when she was young, she was sent to Dongjimen to learn art.

"Senior brother, you haven't seen the Yao family master for more than ten years, why did you suddenly remember to meet her today?"

Seeing that Zhou Zong's footsteps were different from usual, and it was not light, Lin Yun naturally knew that this big head of the East Pole Gate had a lot of concerns, the two had been in the same door for decades, and they had a close relationship, plus she was a junior sister, so she didn't have to worry so much when she asked.

Zhou Zong pondered for a moment, turned his head slightly, and finally appeared the most sparse and ordinary smile in his eyes.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and the doubts in her heart were even more.

"That's the news that Zibu brought back." Zhou Zong's smile was a little playful, and the doubt and joy in Lin Yun's heart were indeed getting heavier and heavier.

"Zibuhim, he's awake?" Lin Yun's voice was a little louder than she could not control.

Zhou Zong nodded slightly, his eyes swept around, and said slowly: "There are many people here, let's go back and talk about it." ”