Buried at the bottom of the Dragon Valley, isolated from the world.

At sunrise and sunset, this ancient temple sits there quietly, away from the hustle and bustle, and looks no different from before.

It's just that there is one more young monk with clear eyebrows.

There is a well-behaved and clever little fox.

Every morning, the young monks look at the rising sun.

In the evening, he would look at the sunset on the horizon.

Every day, without any interruptions.

The eyes of the young monk grew brighter and brighter.

Of course, most of the day, young monks choose to read the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and participate in meditation and enlightenment.

Under the green lamp, next to the ancient Buddha, on the futon, the young monk holds the scriptures in his hand, his expression is peaceful, and his mood is peaceful.

Beside him, there was a little fiery fox squatting there, quiet and quiet, not moving an inch.

In the evening, the young monks would go to the backyard of the ancient temple.

In the gloomy and terrifying cemetery, there will be the roar of dragons and tigers, and the roar of ten thousand beasts, until dawn, it will gradually subside.

Cycle after cycle, day after day, year after year.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.

The years do not seem to have left any traces on the monk's face.

It's just that in the young monk's dantian, it is still empty, without a trace of spiritual power.

Over the years, young monks have long since ceased to deliberately practice, chanting sutras every day, taking a walk, and looking leisurely.

It's just that with the passage of time, the young monk has a unique temperament.

Indescribable.

The young monk seems to have reached a state of returning to the basics.

At first glance, this is the most ordinary monk.

But if you look closely, you can't see through it, like a mystery.

Another night passed.

The backyard of the ancient temple, the cemetery cemetery.

At the beginning of the rising sun, the young monk slowly opened his eyes, straightened his clothes, bowed deeply to the red-haired man not far in front of him, and said, "Thank you for your great grace for the past twenty years!"

The young monk is naturally Su Zimo.

For so many years, this is the first time that Su Zimo has spoken to the red-haired ghost so formally and thanked him so formally.

The red-haired ghost seemed to sense something, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes. ”

Su Zimo nodded.

"Hmm. ”

The red-haired ghost replied absentmindedly.

It wasn't until Su Zimo's figure was about to disappear in the backyard that the red-haired ghost's voice sounded again: "Be careful outside." ”

Su Zimo's heart warmed and nodded.

It's still early.

Mingzhen is still asleep.

The door of the main hall was closed, and the old monk did not come out.

Su Zimo planned to wait outside.

At that moment, his ears twitched, and he faintly heard a staccato call.

"Big ...... Yet!"

"Big ...... Monk!"

The sound came from outside the ancient temple, on the burial dragon valley.

The only one who can call this name is Ji Fairy!

For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he had a premonition that something big was about to happen!

After twenty years of participating in Zen and worshiping the Buddha, such emotional fluctuations have hardly ever occurred in him.

Su Zimo pushed the door out and walked forward along the valley floor.

After a few steps, the voice of the fairy Ji sounded again.

"Great monk, where are you, come out quickly, Mr. Su is not done!"

Su Zimo's footsteps gradually stopped.

The whole person was completely stunned in place, his eyes were a little dull, he opened his mouth slightly, and only one sentence echoed in his mind - Mr. Su is not done!

"Big brother. ”

Su Zimo's lips twitched.

The first reaction is not to believe it!

How can it be?

Even if twenty years have passed, Su Hong has only passed the age of sixtieth year, how is this possible?

But the next moment, Su Zimo realized that although Fairy Ji liked to joke, he would never lie about it.

Big brother, it's really not going to be!

More than ten years ago, Ji Yaoxue said that Su Hong's health was not very good, and Su Zimo planned to take him out of the Northern Regions after the Intermediate Ancient Battlefield opened.

I didn't expect it......

After twenty years of chanting and worshipping the Buddha, participating in Zen and enlightenment, Su Zimo thought that he had more or less looked down on life and death, and he could let go of many things.

Unexpectedly, the moment he heard the news, he still felt a piercing pain in his heart!

It hurts, it hurts.

At the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley, Su Zimo leaned against the cold mountain wall, sliding weakly on the ground, and a heavy grief appeared in his eyes, which was difficult to resolve.

In a trance.

Su Zimo remembered a lot of things.

On that night decades ago, in the house of the Duke of Wuding of Yan Kingdom, there was a river of blood and corpses everywhere.

A teenager, with a ruthless force, protected the two children who were still in swaddling clothes, and fled from the royal city frantically!

Even if this young man's face was slashed severely, and he almost cut his head in half, he didn't realize it!

More than ten years have passed, and the infant child has grown up.

The boy he used to be is getting older.

However, in the year of his establishment, many gray hairs were added to his sideburns.

The originally straight body seems to have bent a lot.

The young man, with his broad shoulders, took on everything, protecting the children who were once swaddling and so that they could have a quiet and beautiful time.

Just like more than ten years ago, the teenager escorted them out of the royal city.

Be duty-bound not to turn back!

A former young man, freshly dressed and angry, fighting with swords in the world.

More than ten years later, he has lost a lot of sharpness and has become more restrained and calm.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the mind that cares about the world and the country and the people.

Therefore, even though he was seriously injured, he could still stand up and lead five thousand Xuanjia Iron Cavalry to block Luo Tianwu and his ilk, who slaughtered the people of Yan Kingdom, outside Jian'an City!

That's why he was able to say such powerful words.

"There is a family feud between my Su family and the king of Yan, but your army is pressing, violating my Dayan frontier, and killing my people of Dayan, this is national hatred!

Su Zimo's vision gradually blurred.

But this scene passed in front of me, becoming clearer and clearer, as if it were yesterday.

"Alas. ”

On the Burial Dragon Valley, there was a faint sigh.

"Twenty years ago, in order to vent his personal anger, Liuli Palace slaughtered the thirteen cities of Yan Kingdom, which hit Mr. Su too hard. ”

"For twenty years, although Mr. Su has been in the royal city, he has always been thinking about the people of Yan Kingdom in his heart, and he ...... Really a good king. ”

Anxiety becomes a disease.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even if they are cultivators, if they continue to worry for decades, their longevity will be greatly reduced, and they will go mad.

"Great monk, I don't know if you're listening. ”

Fairy Ji's voice sounded again.

"In the past few years, my sister and I have found a lot of spiritual materials in the cultivation realm, but they are useless, and Mr. Su's health has deteriorated. ”

"In recent months, Mr. Su has often dreamed that he will call your and Xiao Ning's names, I listen, really, really ......"

Ji Fairy choked up a little, and couldn't go on.

Su Zimo held his head in both hands, curled up, couldn't control it anymore, and cried bitterly.

At some point, Mingzhen and the little fox came to his side.

Looking at Su Zimo in front of him, the little fox felt distressed for a while, leaned over, gently rubbed his head against his ankle, and comforted him.

Mingzhen also bowed his head and said nothing, reciting the Buddha's name silently in his heart.

This chapter has been written for a long time, and it was originally written yesterday, but it was not very good to think about it, so it was not posted, and today it has been revised a lot. This plot has a great impact on Zimo and even Xiao Ning, and it can be regarded as a turning point in the whole book.

(End of chapter)