The wind and snow at the top of the mountain are abnormal.

Jiang Qi arrived at the mountain gate and looked at the hundred-step ladder that went straight up in front of him. After struggling for a while, I still took a step forward and accepted my fate step by step.

The branches of the trees on the side were blown by the wind, shaking off the thin snow.

Unlike the bustling city of the imperial capital, the city is still neon at night.

The Golden Dome Temple is a little deserted.

The faintly warm light of the street lamp propped up the road in front of Jiang Qi.

When he entered the first temple gate, the little monk holding the basin was slightly stunned, opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes were surprised.

"Are you?"

"I heard that you have a very capable monk here."

This tone of speech, no matter how you listen to it, looks like you are here to kick the gym.

The little monk's round eyes turned several times, and he looked Jiang Qi up and down.

"Enough of it? Take me to him. I don't want to repeat the same thing a second time."

The little monk threw down the basin and ran inside, and his figure quickly circled into the second temple gate and disappeared.

Jiang Qi didn't have much patience, in case the little monk ran to ventilate and report the news.

She strode in and looked around. The land of Buddhism is really different, the coercion exerted by the Heavenly Dao inhibits her spiritual power, climbing the mountain is really tiring, and she is a sports waste. It's a cheap good thing to be able to lie down on weekdays, and I don't want to stand at all.

Since Jiang Qi stepped into the temple.

The light of the Buddha from all directions floated gently and obediently beside her.

Stepping on something soft under her feet, she looked down and saw that the little monk had lost one of his hurried shoes.

From the main hall to the side cabin, she walked around to the backyard.

Strangely, no one stopped her all the way.

With such a large incense and such a large temple, it is impossible for only a few people.

Jiang Qi walked and found that there was silence around him, even the leaves did not move, and the wind did not stop at some point.

Cottage with open doors and plainly decorated inside.

The old man knelt on the futon with his back to her, and Jiang Qi walked to the door and stood behind the other party.

"You are the master behind the Zheng family? You gave Zheng Qian's jade pendant?"

"It's not."

"Where did you get the aura in the jade pendant?"

"You don't remember, it's your stuff."

", of course I know it's mine. I'm asking you why my stuff is in Jade Perry?"

"It's your stuff, and it's naturally what you left behind."

She was angry, so she simply went around directly in front of the other party. Only then did she see the master's appearance, younger than she had imagined, but full of gray hair.

The master seemed to know that she was coming, and he was able to deal with Jiang Qi's aggressive words with ease.

This feeling of being led by the nose made Jiang Qi very unhappy.

The old man originally closed his eyes tightly, but he opened them the moment Jiang Qi bypassed. The moment the four eyes met, the clear eyes flashed with smart moisture, which made Jiang Qi lose his mind for two or three seconds.

Eyes are clearest when they are children, especially when they are babies.

As we age, we slowly change, and only a very small number of people retain this clarity.

This age, this look.

It should be that there has been a breakthrough in cultivation.

Jiang Qixiu bent down to approach the other party, and lowered his gaze as he watched his slender nails pass across the other party's eyelids. Too clean and clear eyes to see through everything and look annoying.

"One last chance to speak."

The man pulled his lips and smiled slightly, his face as usual.

"As I said, your stuff is what you left behind. It's you yourself who don't want to believe. If you don't want to, who can keep it."

The other party's last sentence almost made Jiang Qi agree.

It's her style.

"It's the world that's so playful, it makes you linger and make you soften your heart. Jiang Qi, am I right?"

Jiang Qi's hand suddenly let go, and he took a few steps back and looked at it vigilantly

to each other.

Neither of them opened their mouths to break the silence.

After a while, the person kneeling on the futon got up, and with a slightly tall body, Jiang Qi had to raise his eyes slightly.

The man didn't say a word, just glanced at her, and walked out.

On a cold winter day, the leaves of the trees in the yard are almost gone.

"You look at the leaves on the ground, some of them rotting and merging into the earth. And some of them fall lightly on the ground, blown by the wind, and do not know where they fall or rot in the float. You say they don't belong to the same world? It doesn't matter if you don't remember, there will always be something to remember. It's the wind, it's the moon, it's the rising sunset...... It's the air you breathe, every second of your existence, because they all have meaning."

Jiang Qi frowned, she was here to seek revenge, not to listen to the class.

"Getting to the point."

The man's face was unfathomable and complicated. There was an illusion that Jiang Qi felt that as long as he opened his mouth to tell the truth, he would be killed by lightning in the next second.

"Then you tell me no, tactfully?"

"The answer is in your heart. What is yours is now your rightful owner. Is it to subvert the world or ......" The last few words, Sifu still didn't say it for a moment.

"Who the hell are you?" Jiang Qi really doesn't like the feeling of guessing, it's annoying. "If you want to say it, just say it, if you don't say it, I also have a way for you to say it." As he spoke, the person had already moved quickly in front of the other party, and the outstretched hand had not yet touched the other person's body. The person in front of her instantly split into thousands of pieces and disappeared in front of her.

Jiang Qi quickly tightened his palm, but he didn't catch anything.

She quickly turned and ran towards the house.

It's still the same picture, it's still the same person. The only difference was that the person who was still kneeling on it hung his head and his hands fell weakly on his sides.

In an instant, he was no longer breathing.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if the picture had just been imagined by her.

She stood by the door, neither advancing nor retreating. Until the bell ringing through the hill in the dark night woke her up.

Looking for the bell, Jiang Qi came to the little monk who hit the bell while wiping his tears.

She's not in a good mood right now, and she doesn't speak lightly. "What are you doing?" The little cub was running fast just now, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Master said, Master said to strike the bell ten times on the hour. He said, he said, ......."

"Say what?"

"It's like saying goodbye to the old man. Am I going to have no master in the future?"

The little thing cried endlessly, and Jiang Qi stood in the dark and dreary night, his eyebrows and eyes full of irritability.

"Yes, your master is dead."

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and then he began to cry even more.

Jiang Qi shook his hand to leave, and suddenly felt that his sleeves were pulled by something. When I looked back, it was the little monk's chubby little hand pulling her sleeve, and she opened her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"You can't go."

"What? Your master's death has nothing to do with me, it's because he's too crispy."

"I know, but it's just me and Master in this temple. Master told me that after he died, this temple would be given to a person named Jiang Qi, and I just heard Master call you Jiang Qi, and you are Jiang Qi."

Touch porcelain! This is a proper touch porcelain. Jiang Qi quit. With a cold face, he rejected the little bean in front of him. "I'm not called Jiang Qi, my name is Jiang Ba."

Little Monk: ???