In late autumn, the orange maple leaves are sprinkled all over the ground, and occasionally a breeze caresses the fallen leaves, swaying and drifting with them, although they seem to be chaotic and untraceable, but they are still elegant.

Suddenly, I saw that all the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind stopped, and the orange maple leaves were quietly suspended in the air, which was very beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a young man slowly retract his right palm, and with his movements, the maple leaves slowly fell again.

The young man was in his early twenties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall figure, long black hair tied behind him at will, handsome, but there was no focus in his dark eyes, and he stood quietly in the courtyard with his head bowed when he withdrew his right palm, and the expression on his handsome cheeks was very intriguing, sometimes sad, sometimes confused.

......

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the magnificent courtyard in front of him, everything in the courtyard was still the same, familiar and unfamiliar.

The dark red courtyard walls, the vermilion buildings, and even the glazed rubble on the roof, although they all look a little old under the erosion of time, are still so eye-catching.

In the end, the young man's eyes stayed on the most magnificent pavilion, to be precise, on the plaque of the pavilion, the dark black plaque on the four golden characters are vigorous and powerful - Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Hey!" I saw him stare for a moment, sigh slightly, shake his head and walk towards the hall.

Entering the main hall, what catches your eye is a seated statue of Shakyamuni Buddha with a peaceful face, which looks solemn and lifelike against the background of the murals of different colors around it.

At the desk under the Buddha statue, there is an old monk who is over the age of six, the old monk has a kind face, his eyes are slightly closed at this moment, his left hand is held upright in front of his chest, and the Buddha beads in his right hand are slowly turning, obviously chanting.

The young man walked up to the old monk lightly, and did not bother him, just stood quietly behind the old monk and watched him chanting.

Soon, an hour passed quietly.

Finally, the old monk stopped the Buddha bead in his right hand, opened his eyes, stood up, looked back at the young man, and said, "Donglai, it seems that you have remembered something?"

He was asking, but his tone was very affirmative.

The young man bowed slightly, hesitated slightly, and then asked, "Master, what's my last name?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart!"

Hearing this, the young man looked bitter and laughed at himself.

"It turns out that I am really Nie Donglai!"

There was a sadness in his tone, mixed with a hint of hatred.

Although in the past two years, there will be some fragments in my mind from time to time, sometimes I am being chased and killed, sometimes it is a quiet sea of flowers, sometimes it is dark red blood and figures falling in a pool of blood.

Even though I've pieced them together, I still can't believe it in my heart, and I don't want to believe that it's real.

"Donglai, sometimes the teacher doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to bring you back to [Qingchan Temple], and even the teacher often thinks that if the teacher didn't bring you back and didn't heal you, maybe you would be much happier than now. ”

The old monk looked at Nie Donglai's appearance, touched his head dotingly, and blamed himself a little.

"Master treats Donglai as kind as a mountain, not only teaches the disciple martial arts, but also helps the disciple recover some of the lost memories, so that the disciple can find the value of living, and he is already the disciple's reborn parent, and the disciple has nothing to repay!"

Seeing Master's self-reproachful gaze, Nie Donglai felt a pain in his heart and his face was full of guilt, but he didn't dare to make any promises.

He learned from his memory fragments that six years ago, his life was hanging by a thread, and it was the kind old man in front of him who saved him, and brought him to the temple in front of him to take care of him, and even in order to heal himself, the master did not hesitate to give him thirty years of skill.

Although he didn't know what Master's name was, Master didn't say anything, and he didn't ask. But he knew that Master was the only relative in this world that could be compared to his dearest.

"Donglai, how much memory has been recovered?" the old monk asked as he looked at Nie Donglai.

"The disciple doesn't know how much he has recovered, but in the past two years, some pictures will appear in his mind from time to time, but they are all incomplete pictures......" Nie Donglai did not hide it, and told him all the pictures that appeared in his mind.

Listening to Nie Donglai's description, the old monk frowned, and said helplessly: "It's because the teacher is incompetent, I originally thought that the teacher should be able to heal you, but it's a pity that your injuries are too serious, but I didn't expect it to become the embarrassing situation now." ”

Hearing this, Nie Donglai's nose was sour, he held back his tears, and said in a trembling voice: "Master doesn't need to blame himself, everyone has their own lives, so you don't have to force it too much." ”

In the past six years, Master has paid too much for himself, what else can he ask for?

The old monk sighed and said, "Donglai, the teacher knows that you have too many doubts in your heart, but the teacher can't tell you, otherwise, it will only add to your troubles!"

"Disciple understands!" Nie Dong said, although he wanted to know his past, but the master didn't say that there must be a reason for him.

"Donglai, as a teacher, he is a monk, he has long stopped asking about the world, and he will not persuade you, where to go as a teacher, I believe you have already made up your mind for a long time!" the old monk looked at him and said softly.

Hearing this, Nie Donglai sighed in his heart, it seems that the master already knows what he thinks in his heart.

"Master, the disciple will never forget Master's kindness in his lifetime!"

Nie Donglai wanted to say something, but there was only this one sentence left on his lips.

"What do you want to say for the teacher to know, go boy! Don't easily offend anyone, and don't easily get involved in anything. The old monk waved his hand.

Nie Donglai took a deep breath, knelt down and kowtowed to the old monk three times, got up and glanced at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the place where he had lived for six years, and resolutely turned around and walked outside the hall.

"Child, take care, you have a relationship with my Buddha!"

After speaking, the old monk's eyes instantly moistened, he knew very well all the grudges of the young man before, and also understood that his future road would definitely be full of thorns, six years of getting along day and night, how could Nie Donglai be a close relative in his heart? In his heart, he had already regarded Nie Donglai as his grandson, but unfortunately he was going to leave after all.

From now on, I don't know if there will be a separation between heaven and man.

Hearing Master's words, Nie Donglai paused, tears dripping down his cheeks, he didn't understand that Master wanted him to come back alive.

Stretching out his hand to wipe his tears, Nie Donglai walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall quickly, he was afraid that if it was a little later, he would really be reluctant to leave.

"Finally I'm alone again!"

Looking at Nie Donglai's back as he walked away, the old monk sighed, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, he seemed to be much older in an instant.