On this Gobi, day and night are two extremes, hot like a steamer during the day and cold like an ice cave at night. It's no wonder that there is a saying circulating on those borders, eating watermelon around the fire. It's also difficult for those businessmen who run around Qianxue and Beiliang, whether they are profiteers or legitimate businessmen, they don't know how many trips they have to go to this Gobi every year, and they don't know how many such extreme days and nights they have to survive.

At night, the wind is also very strong, blowing sand and stones, and Liuyu Mowu and others can only rest under a hill by lighting a fire. It is also thanks to the dead poplar trees in the vicinity that there is wood for fire.

Originally, everyone should have slept at night, but for some reason, Liuyu Mowu walked out of her tent alone. His expression was not as cold as usual, but in his eyes, there were a few traces of unknown emotions, and he couldn't tell whether he was hesitant or confused.

Sitting by the campfire, her hands on her legs, her chin resting on her knees, she looked at the unextinguished flames, stunned. The wind blows, and her green silk is fluttering and shaking, as if it is stirring people's hearts. In his eyes, all he saw was the bonfire, and the memories that seemed to be floating from the past under the bonfire.

"Smack", Liuyu Mo Wu woke up suddenly, and when he looked back, it was Jiang Qiansong, who was wearing a fox fur, who walked out and threw a few dead branches into the bonfire that was about to be extinguished.

Ink Dance turned her head back and rested her chin on her knees. Jiang Qiansong sat leisurely opposite Liuyu Mowu, took out a pot of wine from his arms, and poured a sip to keep out the cold.

"Can't sleep?" Jiang Qiansong put the wine into his arms, frustrated his hands, and asked for the flow of ink dance on the fire there. Liuyu Mo Wu pursed his mouth rarely, and said slowly, "Master, do you say that people have a past life?" ”

Jiang Qiansong also saw that Liuyu Mowu's emotions were wrong, and he didn't say anything, people's emotions were already very complicated. Jiang Qiansong said with a smile: "Buddhists pay attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect, don't they have a past Buddha to burn the lamp?" Since there is a past Buddha, then there should be a past and a past life. ”

Liuyu Mowu muttered, "Cause and effect cycle? Then he asked Jiang Qiansong, "Master, will the memories of the previous life be left in the next life?" Jiang Qiansong thought for a moment before smiling, "Maybe!" ”

Liuyu Mo Dance made a light sound, Jiang Qiansong lowered his head and chuckled, and threw in a few dead branches, not asking Liuyu Mo Dance's words. There are some things that you don't want to say, that is, you don't want to say them, and you will say them when you should say them.

The crackling sound of the dead branches being burned spread throughout the silent hills, and now Jiazi and Jiawu were only pretending to be asleep. Jiang Qiansong poured himself a sip of wine from time to time.

After a while, the silent and contemplative Liuyu Mo Wu whispered, "Master, I just had a dream. I dreamed, I dreamed, a monk who looked the same as a little peach. It was in a temple where I don't know where, and the monk was chanting, and then I saw a woman who looked like me running to him and telling him stories. ”

Speaking of this, the eyes of the flowing ink dance spread, and the eyes were full of the scene of that dream, flowers, butterflies, and little monks. "That day he said a Buddhist story called three refuges, which looked very much like my side and said, I have four refuges here, and the little monk asked me, what are the four refuges? I grabbed his hand and wrote, and the last one I took refuge was the girl who took refuge. ”

Liuyu Mo Wu paused, began to bury his head in his arms, and continued, "That little monk stood there stupidly and was taken aback, and then, later, somehow I disappeared myself. I just saw the little monk staring at his hand that had been crossed by me, muttering 'Take refuge, Miss Xiu', and he was drenched in the rain and kept looking at the hand that I had crossed. I woke up. ”

Jiang Qiansong silently listened to Liuyu Mowu finish talking about the dream she had just had, but she didn't speak now. Liuyu Mowu said with a slight sense of loss, "I don't know if it's me, I just know that the woman misses me very much, and that little monk just looks like a little peach." ”

"Master, is this my past life?" Liuyu Mo Wu asked Jiang Qiansong seriously. Jiang Qiansong smiled and said, "Didn't you say that you were going to be a nun?" ”

Liuyu Mo Wu smiled faintly: "Is there any man in this world who can make me tempted?" ”。 Jiang Qiansong's expression suddenly became serious and said, "Then you can not marry, treat the men in the world as dirt, and live on top of the snow." But why, did you say such a thing when you saw Little Peach? ”

Liuyu Mo Wu was stunned and didn't know what to say. Jiang Qiansong said word by word: "Buddha, Tao, these two words, if you believe in them, you will have them, and if you don't believe them, you will not." The Buddha said the cycle of cause and effect, and the Tao said the reincarnation of the Yellow Spring. In fact, there is no fault involved, and the word is involved in life. Why is that little monk who looks like a little peach a monk in your dream? Why do you say you're going to be a nun? ”

Liuyu Mo Wu muttered, "Master, as you said, am I paying off my debts in this life?" In the previous life, he was a monk and I was a girl, and in this life, I was a nun and he was a son. ”

Jiang Qiansong sighed leisurely, originally he himself did not believe in the cycle of cause and effect. Jiang Qiansong continued: "But you are living in the current world, and there are too many variables in everything. Now that you see that he is a monk and you are a woman, what about after that? What about before? After speaking, Jiang Qiansong got up and slowly walked to his tent.

Liuyu Mo Wu completely buried her head in her arms, and muttered, "Take refuge, Miss Xiu." Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story. At this moment, a tear fell and fell under the Gobi, not only because of the geology but also because the bonfire was too strong, and the tears disappeared in an instant. I obviously like to listen to his stories, whether they are good or bad, or he deliberately uses them to scare himself.

Who is in the cycle of years, whispering and wetting the vast Gobi with tears.

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In this cold night, the hurriers have already found a sheltered hill, lit a bonfire, drank some wine, and bragged with their companions, and then slept late at night.

It's just that there is a young man in the night, dressed in blue, holding a sword, and trembling forward. I climbed a hill, saw a glimmer of light in front of me, and ran trembling. When I looked at it, it was a wooden house, and it seemed that at night, the person in the house had not yet slept, and there was still a faint smell coming from it.

The young man in blue couldn't wait to push open the door and walked in. The young man in blue saw an old man in linen sleeping on a simple wooden bed at the very back of the wooden house, and there was still meat roasted on the bonfire, which was already burned until it was browned, and there was still this pot of wine on the side of the bonfire.

The young man in blue quickly sat down, put his sword aside, frustrated his hand, carefully tore off a piece of meat first, ate it, and then opened the wine jug, took a sip of wine, and let out a long breath. He himself was starving.

The first sip was opened, followed by the second, then the third, and in a few moments, the meat and wine were eaten and drunk. The young man in blue hiccuped well.

"Oops" The young man in blue was full of food and drink, and as soon as he finished burping, he was slapped on the back of the head, and the young man in blue turned his head to look, and called out aggrievedly, "Master"

The old man also sat down. Swallowing, as if thirsty, he groped for a pot of wine from under the grass next to him, and drank it.

While the old man was drinking, the young man in blue began to speak, "Master, you lie to me." I said, be polite to your friends who come from afar, who knows that you don't talk about the gentleman who has befriended me since I was a child and has friends from afar, and I am very happy about this. Instead, he asked me to speak disrespectfully. He also said that if the white-clothed Sword Saint predecessor brought a disciple, if it was a man, he would scold him, and the woman would flirt. It's good now, your apprentice and I were beaten so badly, you see that your clothes are torn, and you vomit a few mouthfuls of blood. This dress was sewn for me by my junior sister, this is my only new set of clothes, and I want to come down the mountain and wear it better, you see, my junior sister knows, and I will have good fruit to eat when the time comes. And ••••••"

This blue-clothed young man is the blue of the end of the sea of clouds, and the one he calls his master is the end of the sea of clouds 20 million. However, the young man in blue seemed to want to continue nagging, but he was stopped by 20 million.

Lan Qi stared at the twenty million, and the twenty million couldn't stand him, so he could only sigh and say, "Okay, good, the master will compensate you then!" ”

Lan Qiman stood up and began to make his bed, and asked 20 million, "Is it a man or a woman who beat you?" Lan Qi didn't reply, "A woman." However, listening to the words of the Sword Saint's predecessors, he also has a big disciple. ”

20 million smiled and scolded, "Unexpectedly, this old man Jiang will accept two as soon as he collects it, and I am not stupid, so I also received two." Hehe, fight, no one is afraid of anyone. ”

Lan Qiman made the bed, turned around and said, "Master, I even used Fengming." And that purple-clothed senior sister didn't even get hurt. ”

Hearing Lan Qimang say this, Twenty Million's face became bitter and said, "No, I can't beat Old Man Jiang, even my disciple." ”

At this time, 20 million looked up at Lan Qiman, who was already lying on his bed. Twenty million continued: "Is Old Man Jiang's female apprentice beautiful? ”

Lan Qi turned over and faced 20 million and said, "I didn't see clearly, that senior sister is wearing a veil." But it should be pretty pretty. ”

Twenty million, hehe, he smiled and said, "How about that comparison with your junior sister?" ”

"Ho-hoo, ho-hoo"

"Stinky boy, speak!"

"Ho-hoo, ho-hoo!"