This night, Mu Bao'er disappeared, Xiao Sheng fled, and Damuti was so angry that he jumped like thunder. He sent 20,000 disciples out to look for him, but to no avail. The disappearance of both at the same time will obviously not be accidental. Damuti fell into extreme grief and confusion.

Xiao Sheng was obviously let go, and if it was Mu Bao'er who let Xiao Sheng go, then what was the purpose of this kid to do such an incomprehensible thing? If Mu Bao'er was really in Xiao Sheng's hands, the result was obviously not optimistic.

The sisters tried their best to comfort them, but they couldn't stop Damuti from thinking the worst. Crying so red and haggard, all thoughts are gray and tears in my eyes. Kowtow to the ancestors to ask for blessings, and bless Mu Baoer to be safe.

......

It is said that Condensing Incense was rescued by a mysterious person, and she only learned when she arrived at Qingyun Nunnery that it was Qingyun Shitai who saved her. Condensing incense is grateful to Master Qingyun for taking him in many times. But at the same time, she also wondered why Qingyun Shitai would take extra care of herself.

"Master, it's been a long time since I left Qingyun Nunnery. The master still remembers me, and the disciple is really grateful. I wonder what I can do for Qingyun'an......

"Zhenyu, aren't you curious, why do I help you again and again?" Qingyun Shitai sat on the futon, his heart like a mirror.

Condensing incense crossed her knees with her and shook her head: "Master is really bright-eyed, I haven't contributed to Qingyun Nunnery, and I haven't accumulated yin virtue for the sisters in the temple." But Master always helps me in times of crisis, Zhenyu is really a little ashamed!"

"You don't have to be surprised, I naturally have my reasons for saving you. Qingyun Nunnery is a royal women's temple, and the disciples in the temple are all concubines of the harem, and only you are an outsider. I think this, you should have been confused for a long time. When I took you in, it wasn't because I felt sorry for you that you were homeless, but because it was difficult to disobey your teacher's fate. When my master was alive, he used to watch the stars at night and predicted that the stars would be separated in a hundred years. I'm not sure if it's you, but the three moles on your head make me haunt. ”

"What is that?" asked Condensation Incense, puzzled.

Master Qingyun smiled slightly: "Hehehe, this matter is complicated. I'm afraid I don't have enough time to talk to you today. ”

"Master, it's still early, it's not time to fall asleep. Why do you say that time is limited? Is there anything that Master can't openly explain to his disciples?"

"No—— just because Shida's birthday is coming to an end, there are still some things to explain to you before leaving. And your fate is left to you to find out for yourself in the future. ”

"Master, do you mean you want to pass away? How is this possible? How can you be so decent, how can you ......?"

"Everything is a certainty. Today is Qiu Xuan's death taboo. Many years ago, when I was shaving, my master had already asserted that I would only live one year longer than Senior Brother Qiu. The anniversary of Qiu Yao's death is the time when I am about to die. ”

"Master, disciple doesn't believe it, you are old-fashioned, how can you pass away in a dignified manner?—— besides, how can there be a person in the world who predicts the longevity of Yangshou! If there is such a god, the disciple also wants to calculate it!"

"Hehehe, that's it. If you don't believe me, I can't help it. However, there are two things that I still have to ask you for as a teacher. ”

Condensation Xiang looked at Mrs. Qingyun, and her heart was a little complicated beyond words. After all, there is no one like Qingyun Shitai who cares for him selflessly. Although I don't know what Master Qingyun wants to ask me for, I have already secretly sworn in my heart that as long as I can do it, I will not shirk it.

Qingyun slowly took out a rattle from her arms, and she looked at the gadget in her hand with drooping eyelids, as if she remembered a lot of childhood memories. She tried to spin the rattle twice in her hand. The crisp and melodious sound of 'Knock Knock Knock' made her mind instantly flash back to many years ago.

Condensation Xiang observed Qingyun Shitai's expression of wanting to cry, and from the starlight hidden in her eyes, she could sense that her heart was experiencing some kind of emotional waves.

After a long time, Qingyun said: "This rattle was given to me by my father. I hope that after I die, you can bring my ashes with this rattle to Goryeo. ”

"—Master, Goryeo, your ancestors are Korean?" Condensation Xiang was deeply surprised.

Qingyun nodded, but did not open his mouth to admit it. Apparently she didn't want to talk too much about her origins. She gently reached out and carefully placed the rattle in front of the condensed incense knee, and continued, "This is the first thing I want to ask you to do. The second thing is that when I die, the bones will turn into Buddha relics. I hope you can put my relics and Senior Brother Qiu's bones together!"

When Condensing Xiang heard this request, her first reaction was: Master Qingyun likes Zen Master Qiu too much.

Although both of them are monks, who doesn't have an unbearable past? I don't know what kind of relationship the two used to have. However, Mrs. Qingyun even wanted to be buried with Qiu Wan even when she died, which shows that this friendship cannot be established overnight. For this kind of private love and hate, it is inconvenient for outsiders to ask in detail.

Condensation Xiang held Master Qingyun's cold hand and said, "Master, don't worry, Zhenyu promised you that he would definitely help you do it." - You'll be fine, though. Don't be burdened by those gratuitous prophecies, no one in the world can judge the date of death, let alone predict the future. All fears are born from the heart, and all fortunes are determined by heaven. Master Hao's head is poor, he won't even believe such nonsense, right?"

Qingyun said: "You don't have to comfort me, isn't death a kind of detachment for me?"

Condensation Xiang always had a question in his heart: "Master, disciple has a ...... that he doesn't know anything. ”

"Speak!"

"There are so many disciples in the temple, why does the master only entrust me with his heart? In terms of seniority and seniority, I am not as good as other disciples at all. Besides, although Master and I have known each other for a long time, we have only been together for a few months...... ”

Qingyun smiled: "Oh! hehe, you don't have to worry about this. As a teacher, he just didn't want to leave his future affairs to the old nuns in the temple to deal with. You already know my origins, so in order to avoid causing discussion in the temple, it is most appropriate to entrust it to you. Besides, the teacher knows that you will not stay in the temple for a long time, and you will leave sooner or later, so why not take 'me' with you?"

Condensation Xiang thought to herself, "Master Qingyun is from Korea, maybe she has an unknown identity. And the fact that she wants to be buried with Master Qiu is indeed not suitable for public among Buddhist disciples. And that makes sense. She relieved her doubts and carefully tucked the rattle into her sleeve. The master and apprentice drank half a pot of tea and went back to the nunnery to rest .......

When it was ugly, the bell of Qingyun Temple rang. The sound of thunder rippled out of the thin mist, and instantly spread throughout the mountain. The crying of the disciples was compassionate. Condensation incense was awakened by the sound of the bell, and when she came out, Xiao Ni in the temple was busy running, and everyone was crying.

Knowing that Master Qingyun Shitai had really passed away, Condensation Xiang hurriedly lifted her skirt and ran to the nunnery where Qingyun was. I saw that the master was dressed in white, with a robe and a cover. She pushed aside a group of old nuns, rushed to Master Qingyun, and knelt on the ground: "Master?...... Master...... Woohoo......"

She didn't expect what Qingyun said to be so fulfilled, it was less than two hours apart, only half a dream, and it was already eternally separated when they met again. She didn't want to believe what was in front of her, but the transcendent voices of her disciples in her ears forced her to accept the cruel reality.

Just as she was kneeling on the ground and crying, some gossip came from the murmur of more than a thousand disciples behind her who had gone beyond the scriptures, and although the sound of the conversation was small, the content pierced her eardrums like needles .......

(I heard...... Qingyun Master Ancestor was killed by someone......!)

(Shh......hhh

(I'm not talking nonsense, this is what the senior sisters of the Jingzi generation saw ......with their own eyes!)

(Really?, who the hell is the murderer?)

......

Without waiting for the two Xiaoni to finish whispering, Condensation Xiang couldn't wait to get up and rushed over with everyone. She listened to the voice, came to the two Xiao Ni, grabbed the chest of one of the Xiao Ni, and picked her up suddenly: "What did you just say? Who killed Master Qingyun?"

It seems that Xiaoni has not been in the temple for a long time, and when she saw a woman with long wavy hair pulling herself like this, she showed not resistance and questioning to the other party, but a kind of cowardice. She shrunk her body and confessed, "I don't know, I really don't know!"

An old nun saw that the condensation incense had committed a reluctance, and shouted loudly from behind: "Zhenyu?

Condensation Xiang was in a state of excitement, hearing that Lao Ni was leaning on the old man and selling the old man behind, where was she willing to obey the discipline? She let go of Xiao Ni in her hand, slowly turned her head, and said with tears in her eyes: "What is a time? My master has just passed away, and these little girls have all kinds of disputes. I'm just here to ask for the truth. Since you know the inside story, please tell me how my master died?"

"Zhenyu, I can understand your feelings. But this is not the place to speak, and I will talk to you about everything when it is over. The old nun turned and sat cross-legged on the futon and picked up the wooden fish.

Condensation saw that these people were only babbling about some big truths, and reciting those useless scriptures in their mouths. Angry, he ran over quickly, snatched the wooden fish from Shitai's hand, and fell to the ground: "Nian Nian Nian Nian! I let you recite it! You people who do not leave the scriptures with their hands and their mouths do not leave the mantras, and they only know how to be obedient and avoid the world for a day." My master was killed, what is the use of you reciting these verses?"

"Presumptuous!" Lao Ni was taught a lesson by Condensation Incense, and his face and self-esteem were frustrated. Excited, he got up and reprimanded: "A lay disciple dares to disturb the —— person in the spiritual hall, and I will knock her down!"

Several divisions were too ordered, and they came up left and right to grab Condensation's arms, ready to drive her out. Condensation Xiang struggled hard, pulled out his hands, and with one palm on one side, he knocked the two nuns back. He said to the old nun who gave the order: "My master's bones are not cold, if you don't arrest the murderer for her, you are not allowed to ask me, what is your intention? I respect you as a senior in the temple, and I don't want to argue with you." If you know, tell the truth quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

When the old nun heard such rebellious words, he couldn't help it, and he flew up with a palm, and the condensation incense didn't have time to escape, so he had to use Yu Wenchi's divine power to raise his palms and collide with her. With a 'snap', the two internal forces interacted, and the old nun staggered back two feet, while the condensation incense snorted and fell in front of the master's spiritual bed.

The moment she turned around and fell to the ground, she tore off the robe covering Qingyun Shitai's body......

The moment the robe was lifted, a purple-black handprint was revealed under the white clothes. She felt a tingling pain in her palms, and when she was marveling at the amazing power of the old nun's palms just now, she saw that her palms were also beginning to turn purple and black. This color is more and more like the wound on Qingyun Shitai's body.

She quickly stood up and pointed at the old nun with her poisoned hand: "-It turned out to be you!"