In the temple, the day is slightly cold, the smoke of the furnace is light, the Zen sound is bursting, and the bamboo shadow is reflected on the round window, which is particularly exquisite against the bright yellow background of the temple.

The windows are bright and the windows are dim and dawning, they have been accompanied by the Jade Buddha Temple for more than 100 years, and suddenly the sound of wooden fish is heard, Xie Qingzhou saw that in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is an old monk kneeling on the futon.

He raised his feet and stepped on the steps, his voice stopped, and the voice of the old monk came: "Why did the Demon Venerable come to my White Horse Temple?" ”

"Ask for a result."

The young man's voice was faint, and the old monk stood up and turned to look at him after hearing it: "The result is in Kunling, not in my White Horse Temple." ”

"One hundred years to go."

Xie Qingzhou walked up step by step and walked into the hall, stopping in front of the old monk: "You are not an ordinary monk. ”

"Lao Qu is just an ordinary chanting monk in the temple, if the Demon Venerable wants to ask for a result, a hundred years later, he can find the answer to Kunling."

The old monk smiled and touched his beard with his hand: "The sunset returns to the mountains and seas, the fireworks go to the stars, and everything you wish will come true." ”

"Yesterday is like yesterday, today is like today, there are some things that need to be known, and so on."

Xie Qingzhou raised his eyes and looked at him: "Who are you?" ”

His gaze was too straightforward, and the old monk shook his head: "Please wait for another hundred years." ”

After finishing speaking, his figure slowly dissipated, Xie Qingzhou opened his eyes suddenly, and what was in his eyes was a desolation, where was there a temple, but it was just a dream for a while, who was in his dream?

He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, but he didn't know when he walked to the place where he heard the righteousness, and when the wind blew, he sat down and whispered, "Is it you?" ”

In his heart, only the old man likes to say such literary words, but how could it be him, he has long been dead, dead thoroughly, dead for two hundred years.

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Three hundred years later, Xie Qingzhou came to Kun Ling on a night, his footsteps were calm, as if admiring the moon, Lu Yunqian stood at the door of Kun Ling and looked at him.

"Master Lu."

The young man shouted at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and Lu Yunqian said with a cold face: "I'll take you to the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror." ”

Two months ago, Tianji went, and when he was dying, he said to Lu Yunqian that if Xie Qingzhou came, he would take him to the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror, where there was the answer he was looking for

Xie Qingzhou didn't say a word, and followed Lu Yunqian into Kun Ling, and after a while, the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror appeared in front of him.

"Uncle Shi said, take you to the empty mountain mirror of Vientiane, and the mirror lake will give you the answer."

Lu Yunqian stood at the door of the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror, since the death of the Shaking Light Master Uncle Ancestor, no one has used the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror anymore, and naturally no one has come to live there.

This place has been desolate for a long time, but Lu Yunqian will send people to clean the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror every month, so it seems to be just a little more deserted.

"I won't go in, I hope you can find the little aunt as soon as possible."

He said a word, although no one had told him what the answer Xie Qingzhou asked for, but he knew that this answer must be inseparable from the little aunt.

Xie Qingzhou walked to the side of Mirror Lake, a fallen leaf fell on Mirror Lake, causing a few ripples, he propped his hands on the wooden railing, and the lake suddenly shook violently.

His gaze looked at the scene that appeared on the mirror lake, and finally pointed to a place, Suizhou.

"The master is back."

A sound sounded, waking up Xie Qingzhou, who was leaning against the tree, he slowly opened his eyes, his red eyes were shining, he put away thousands of thoughts, and when the footsteps were getting closer and closer, the figure fell on the tree.

From here, you can see all the scenes in the courtyard of Renfu, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, he actually fell asleep, and he had such a long dream, which was muddy.

When his mind cleared up, he looked at the small courtyard of Ren's house, Ren Kun picked up the little girl and teased her, and the woman stood next to her and gently fanned herself, looking like the years were quiet.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously brought a smile, after three hundred years, he finally waited for her.

When Ren Jinjin was five years old, she had grown into a small ball carved in pink and jade, with a beautiful mouth and a sweet mouth, and she was loved by the neighbors, and everyone said that she was a little lucky star.

Since she was born, Ren Kun's business has become bigger and bigger, from the owner of a small shop to the richest man in Suizhou, but for some reason, when Ren Kun said that he wanted to move out of Qingma Lane, Ren Jinjin had a serious illness.

Crying and shouting not to leave here, Ren Kun thought that she had hit some evil spirit, and found someone to come and see, but it turned out that there was nothing to say, Ren Kun was puzzled, and in the end he could only obey his baby daughter and did not move away from here.

Xie Qingzhou looked at her and covered his lips with his fists, he knew that the little girl had no problems, this coquettish and unreasonable appearance really didn't change after hundreds of years.

Until one day, the little man stood in the courtyard wall, tilting his head: "Are you a god?" ”

Her eyes were too bright, brighter than the moonlight behind her, and he didn't make a sound, but his heart beat half a beat slower.

"My brother's hair is silver."

Ren Jinjin stretched out a finger and pointed at his falling silver hair, he showed a shocked face from between the leafy branches, stretched out his hand to her and smiled softly: "Do you want to come up?" ”

She nodded, and then felt herself being held up by a soft cloud, slowly rising into the air.

"Brother is really an immortal?!"

The little girl's smiling eyes were bent into crescents, and she held the branch and did not let go, and looked up slightly at the melting moonlight in the night.

"I'm not a god."

Xie Qingzhou stretched out his hand to help her, and Ren Jinjin turned his head to look into his eyes: "But brother, you are very good-looking, my mother said that good-looking people are immortals." ”

He didn't refute her again, she was still young, and she didn't understand if she said too much, so the gods were immortals.

"Has my brother been near my house for a long time?"

"Why do you ask?"

The leaves above his head shook slightly, and Ren Jinjin stretched out his hand to pick up the fallen leaves: "I've met you many times." ”

In the spring, he didn't know that the corners of his clothes were half a point down, and at that time she thought that the tree was sick, so it was black.

On a summer day, in the gently swaying lotus pond, she saw the figure reflected in the tree, but when she looked up, she couldn't see it again.

It was autumn day, and she looked up in the bright moonlight and saw a strand of silver hair falling from him.

"Mother said, everyone has their own patron saint, so brother, are you my patron saint?"

The little girl's gaze was so pure, and asked in an innocent tone, Xie Qingzhou didn't dare to stretch out his hand, lest it was a dream, and woke up the person in the language, he smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I am your patron saint."

So I will keep watching over you until the moment I stop my heart beating.