When Qin Le, who was far away in Beijing, learned about his sister's situation, he also booked a ticket to Changsha as soon as possible. At the same time, he called Huang Yan to tell him that the brothers below had found some clues about Ah Fu, and they are currently verifying and believe that there will be results soon.

"When will you arrive in Changsha?" Huang Yan asked on the phone.

"I guess it's about four o'clock in the afternoon!" Qin Le said.

"Okay," Huang Yan continued, "I'm getting ready to fly to the Temple of Forgotten Worries right now, I may not be there when you come, remember to help me take care of my sister!" ”

When Qin Le was about to fly to Changsha, Huang Yan had already set off towards Sanssouci Temple on his boss's plane.

The road is still the road of the year, and the mountain is still the same mountain of the year. Huang Yan, who returned here again, seemed to feel that everything around him had not changed, and everything was still like yesterday.

When I came to the temple gate of the Forgotten Worry Temple, I knocked on the gate again that seemed to have been sealed for many years. The former dustless Zen master passed away a few years ago. The little monk Huixin back then has also become a teenager.

The door opened, and he was also excited when he saw Huang Yan, as if he had suddenly returned to the same appearance as he had been.

In accordance with Master's instructions, he brought Huang Yan to the room where he was back then. It's still the same set of tea sets back then, and the little monk Huixin still brews the same tea as back then. The difference is that the one who used to sit in that position was the Zen Master Wuchen, but now it has been replaced by Huixin.

Huixin took out the letter left by the dustless Zen master to Huang Yan. It was as if his old man had expected that one day Huang Di would return here.

When I opened the letter, there were only a few sentences on it.

Suppose one day, you meet a woman. She makes your temper get better and more compromised. You mind everything to her, and you can forgive everything. Then you can be determined to regain the ability to love your lover. Remember that two strangers in the world can go a long way, and one of them must need the efforts of one party to accommodate and accommodate, which is love. Because neither of them is born with a good temper, they just don't want to lose each other!

The moment Huang Yan went up the mountain, perhaps the dustless Zen master had already seen it, and one day he would usher in his love. Maybe he didn't expect that this love would be more bitter.

When Huang Yan finished reading the letter from the dustless Zen master, the little monk Huixin asked, "Have you thought about it?" Love, after all, is the ability that you had to throw away when you fought for your life. ”

Huang Yan nodded firmly, just like he was determined to go to the Forgotten Cliff to find the Forgotten Worry Flower!

Huixin brought a handwritten book about Huang Yan's past that was written by Zen Master Wuchen himself. This is densely and clearly recorded everything that Huang Yan wanted to forget back then. At the same time, he also handed over a secret pill left by his master to Huang Yan's hands.

According to the way left by the dustless Zen master, after a series of rituals, Hui Xin brought a bowl of clear water from a deep well and asked Huang Yan to take the secret pill. At the same time, he also threw the handwritten book of the dustless Zen master into the brazier next to him. As the handwriting in the brazier burned, the fire ignited, and Huang Yan felt that his whole body was starting to get hot.

The heat and heartache at the beginning, with the help of that bowl of water, Huang Yan endured to maintain a trace of clarity on his spiritual platform.

As time passed, Huixin sat on the side and watched the motionless Huang Yan sweat on the meditation mat like rain. He also kept chanting the Heart Sutra in his mouth, as if they were helping Huang Yan fight against something. With the sound of Huixin's Heart Sutra, Huang Yan is also getting better and better.

I don't know how long it took, but I didn't wait until Huang Yan opened his eyes before Huixin said with confidence, Amitabha.

"Brother Huang, you've finally woken up. How do you feel now? Huixin hurriedly asked.

Huang Yan nodded at Hui Xin and told him that he was feeling very good now. Because of his sister's condition, Huang Yan didn't dare to stay here longer.

"I'll come back to see you when everything is arranged!"

Huang Yan has already told him about his sister. Huixin knew that the matter was urgent, so she didn't hold back and bother too much. Just remind him to stay safe and be careful on the road.

Watching Huang Yan leave, Huixin was still a little disappointed and packed up the tea set where the two of them drank water together just now. Accidentally, Huang Yan's lamp suddenly fell to the ground and shattered. Looking at the direction where Huang Yan had gone, Hui Xin suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Turning to the door, Huixin silently recited a sentence of Amitabha. Now he can only pray that the Buddha can bless Huang Di. After Huixin finished packing up, he carried an oil lamp and came to the pagoda at the back of the temple.

Lighting the oil lamp and pushing open the stone door, Huixin came to the underground palace under the pagoda by the faint light. Walking cautiously on the steps, he walked inside step by step.

Although the temperature outside has already reached more than 20 degrees, the inside of the underground palace is still as cold as an ice cave. Huixin relied on the soybean-like light and slowly came to a stone bed. Lying on the stone bed was none other than the dustless Zen master who had passed away for many years. At this moment, he was lying peacefully on the stone bed. If you don't look closely, it's hard to find that his ruddy face is actually out of breath for a long time.

Putting down the oil lamp in his hand, Huixin kowtowed to the dustless Zen master, and muttered in his mouth: "What you asked me to do, Master, the disciple has completed according to the instructions." ”

After speaking, he opened the last suicide note left by his old man in front of the body of the dustless Zen master.

took the oil lamp to him, and after reading the suicide note, the little monk Huixin was also unconsciously taken aback.

It turns out that there is no so-called medicine that can forget worries in this world. All that happens is a set of advanced psychological hypnotherapy. Huang Yan was trapped by love and did not want to live, and the dustless Zen master only used drugs and psychological hints to make him temporarily close his memories of that time. Whenever he wanted to recall everything about Liu Piaopiao, his body would start to feel instinctive pain, and it was just that Shi Wuchen Zen Master used the pain in his body to divert and relieve the pain in his heart.

But that's not all that really surprised Huixin. In a letter to Hui Xin, Master Wuchen said that he had used the carefree flowers obtained by Huang Yan to practice the long-lost secret pill of the temple according to the records of ancient books. At this moment, Hui Xin knew that what he had just given Huang Yan was not an antidote to restoring his memory at all, but a secret pill that his master had practiced.

What worries Huixin even more is that the secret pills have been practiced in total, and one has been taken by the dustless Zen master himself. The other one had just been given to Huang Yan. Looking at the master who had passed away not long after eating, Huixin knew that something was wrong. He hurriedly packed his bags and prepared to set off to find Huang Yan!