Luo Bei closed his eyes and threw out the last marble, and he didn't open it until the echo came.

Failure or success, at this moment, means an end.

"Rakuhoku ......"

"You...... You...... You've made it!"

Shifang clapped his hands and shouted happily.

Luo Bei opened his eyes at this time, looked at Shifang in disbelief, and then looked at his hand again.

At this time, Shifang ran over and grabbed Luo Bei, laughed and said, "Master said that you have a high level of understanding, but I didn't expect this to be true!"

Luo Bei is puzzled, can this little game also see a person's so-called "understanding"?

He suddenly realized that until this moment, he had not seen the abbot.

The first time I heard this name was from Yue Fei, it was obvious that Uncle Yue and this abbot master had known each other before, and he let himself come to find it with a token, perhaps because he was entangled in anger on the battlefield, killing people and drinking blood, and the reason why he didn't tell himself the truth was probably because he was afraid that he would be difficult to accept.

And once he arrives here, the abbot will definitely try his best to expel the anger for himself, even if he can't get rid of it, he is afraid that he will be trapped in this formation.

He already knew in his heart at this moment that he didn't want to blame anyone and hate anyone, and he knew that the old voice that had been talking to him all this time was from the abbot of Xuanqing Temple, but it was a pity that he had not seen the respected master with his own eyes so far.

Luo Bei raised his head, at this moment, there seemed to be a light shining on his face, if he could see this face, he would definitely be extremely surprised by it.

Because this face seems to have returned to a time many years ago, when he was still lingering in the field, facing the bright sunshine, his hands gently brushing the ripe ears of rice in the field, waiting for the arrival of a few friends.

He laughed, like a warm wind.

At the age of eight, he had no other worries in his heart except that he was sometimes afraid of seeing his father's face, but he was a country boy.

Just as Luo Bei and Shifang were celebrating a small game, an old and somewhat weak voice sounded.

"Congratulations Luobei, you can finally get out of this formation......"

The sound came so suddenly, Luo Bei was completely unprepared, since countless failed attempts, he didn't even think about throwing the marble into that small hole, because it did look extremely difficult.

Similarly, the longer he was trapped in this formation, the slimmer his hopes of getting out became, and he had even begun to accept staying here forever and living his life facing the stone wall.

However, just when the game and the hope of leaving were about to be dashed, it turned out to be desperate.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the originally dim cave, and after a flash, it returned to darkness.

After Luo Bei blinked, he saw that the original blue-black stone wall seemed to have changed color, and for a moment, he couldn't tell which one was what it should be here.

A gust of wind blew in from nowhere, it was not strong, but it also blew his face a little unnaturally.

Shifang was beside him, trembling his young body, and exclaimed, "Master...... Master...... Where are you?"

The moment he heard Master's voice again, Shifang couldn't hold back his emotions anymore and began to whimper, and the tears in his eyes finally flowed out.

The abbot smiled and said, "You stupid boy, the master is not far from you!"

Clearly's voice was just right

fell, the place where the wind blew in seemed to collapse suddenly, and then a ray of light shone in, Luobei hadn't seen the outside world for a long time, and he couldn't open his eyes at that moment.

It was a door, a real door, that connected the dark cave with the outside world, and made the people trapped inside feel the light of this world again.

When Luo Bei opened his eyes again, he had gradually adapted to the light shining in from outside, and he raised his face slightly, as if bathed in a gentle wind.

"It took twenty-five years for the master to come out of the battle, and I didn't expect you to take only twenty-five days, it seems that everything in this world is really a chance......"

He said this with a sigh, and at this time his voice seemed to be farther away from Luobei.

Shifang raised his eyes and looked at Luobei, and saw that Luobei was looking ahead, not moving, nor saying a word, just looking out in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

He couldn't help but want to run out and throw himself into his master's arms, but before that, he still planned to wait for Luo Bei to get out of the cave together.

"We ...... Let's go......"

was called by Shifang, Luo Bei slowly blinked his eyes a few times, and the corners of his mouth were a smile that Shifang was a little incomprehensible.

"Good...... Let's go......"

So, the two of them walked out of the door one after the other.

The wind outside the door was getting stronger, but it wasn't cold, and the sun wasn't as intense.

The temperature of the sun seemed to be mixed with the whirring wind, rushing to Luo Bei's cheeks, making him feel as if the pores of his whole body were open.

It turned out that outside the cave was actually the top of a mountain peak, so the style here is extraordinarily large, and the sky is thousands of miles above the head, and the white clouds are blooming, like fish swimming in the blue sea.

Luo Bei took a deep breath, he looked straight ahead, and saw a withered back, and the gray monk's robe looked a little empty.

Silent, slightly bent over the man made it look like a dusty statue.

However, in Luo Bei's eyes, the somewhat curled body was extremely clear, and there was no trace of dust.

It didn't take much thought for him to be sure that the man was the same Master of Clarity who was already familiar with his voice but not his face, and that he looked even older than his voice.

When Luobei was still groaning, Shifang had already rushed over excitedly.

When he threw himself into the man's arms, the little monk began to whimper uncontrollably, obviously he must have too much affection for this old monk who was over 100 years old, and he was destined to be unable to hold back anymore the moment they met.

The old monk slowly stroked the little monk's body, as if he was saying something comfortingly, Luo Bei couldn't hear it, but at this time, the old monk's side face was looking at him.

It was a face full of wrinkles, full of vicissitudes and extraordinarily kind.

There was still a smile on his face, a smile that was kind and compassionate to the world.

The afternoon sun shone on that face, and it was exactly the same brilliance in Luo Bei's eyes.

Luo Bei also smiled, and then nodded slightly to Master Ran, this was the first time the two of them had met, but they didn't seem strange at all.

Master Ran also smiled and hugged Shifang's shoulders in his arms, and Shifang still didn't stop whimpering.

The abbot master said warmly: "Shifang, you see that the master is not fine, you haven't grown up yet, how can the master be willing to be so old?"

When Shifang heard this, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and still sobbed and said, "Then Master, you can't lie to me......"

The abbot master nodded, cupped Shifang's cheeks, and said softly, "When did Master lie to you?"

Shifang thought about it and shook his head vigorously.

The abbot calmed Shifang's emotions, and then said to him: "Master now has something to say to Luobei, Shifang, you have to drive down the mountain to invite Uncle Lichen for Master, and tell him that I will wait for him on the mountain!"

Shifang rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, although he was a little reluctant to leave the master for a while, but under the master's gaze, he agreed after hesitating for a moment.

......

Outside the cave is a large flat area, from which you can see the river and the village dozens of miles away.

The distant view of the mountains and the sound of the wind in your ears seem to be closer to the sun here than anywhere else, so it seems extraordinarily warm.

It was amazing that there was a large tree on such a peak, and although it was not as thick as the old tree in the temple, its branches and foliage were more dense, and there were many small white flowers among the small green leaves.

The rhizomes of the trees seemed to have penetrated deep into the mountain, and it was more like they were completely integrated with the mountain, and the dense branches and foliage were like a huge canopy, extending everywhere as if to cover the entire platform together.

There was a stone table in front of the big tree, and there were several stone benches around the stone table, one of which sat an old monk in a gray robe, and Luo Bei sat opposite him.

At this moment, I seemed to be thinking about something, and I was slightly distracted.

The abbot looked kind, the wrinkles on his face were deeper than the bark of the ancient trees beside him, and his long eyebrows fluttered over his shoulders, making it easy to see that he had gone through countless long years.

Watching the little monk turn his head and enter the cave not far away, that was the only way to go up and down, probably to find the "dusty" uncle.

Needless to say, the abbot took away the youngest disciple, and he had something to say to Luo Bei alone.

Luo Bei looked at the countless deep marks carved on Ran Cang's old face, even if it was already full of vicissitudes, it couldn't completely hide his face that was already gradually pale.

He suddenly remembered that when the two of them were talking in the air, he knew the coughing sound from time to time, and his voice was much deeper from the loud at the beginning to the end.

This all shows one thing, the old monk's body is no longer so strong, and even ......

Luo Bei didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his eyes were a little sour when he thought of this.

Knowing that he probably saw the emotion gradually appearing in his eyes, he said in a gentle and kind voice: "I have come this way, but it has been too hard......"

Luo Bei wasn't sure whether the abbot's words were asking himself if he was working hard or just sighing.

Perhaps, this journey is indeed too difficult, but who is really easy to live in this world, as long as you can come through, then there is nothing, right?

The old monk's voice seemed to have a natural sense of closeness that could not be refused, which reminded Luo Bei of the nameless old man who was kind and knowledgeable in the ruined temple at the head of the village.

Luo Bei learned the appearance of a monk, put his hands and five fingers together in front of his chest, and bent down slightly: "The world is difficult, how can I be exempt from it, the master's persuasion these days is grateful!"

The abbot nodded with satisfaction and said, "The old monk really didn't expect that the little benefactor would be able to walk out of this formation in such a short time......"

"It seems that what the master said is right, all the birth, old age, sickness and death in the world, the past and the future have been predestined, and all of us are just going from this shore to the other shore......"

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