Ting Lan looked at the blue and white forest in the distance, and didn't know what she remembered.

"It is good to be a god, and it is good to be a fairy. Bodhi was suddenly stunned.

Ting Lan suddenly came back to her senses and said with a light smile: "Did it remind you of the things that you were unhappy about before?" Tell me about it, maybe I can make you happier." ”

Bodhi stretched his face and said, "It's not a happy thing." When I was in the mortal world, my parents were there, and they loved me very much. But when I returned to Ziwei Palace, I found that I didn't even know who my parents were. ”

Ting Lan was a little surprised.

She spent very little time with this little junior sister. Moreover, because I have recently gone to the Wufu Sea, or I have other things, on weekdays, I rarely talk to my little sister like this.

Ting Lan herself is also a child who doesn't know her parents. When she heard this, she smiled awkwardly, hiding her inner wrongness, and said, "I don't know your parents either, but I think they must love you very much!"

It's like, when the fairy of Miaoyin treated herself. No, perhaps, it is better and better to treat yourself than the wonderful sound fairy.

Definitely!

When thinking like this, the expression on Ting Lan's face couldn't help but be a little trance-like.

Bodhi's eyes rolled, and he thought of the rumors about his senior sister in blue.

When the high priest of the Snow Pavilion entered the Sea and Sky Plain, he was grateful for the Snow Queen, and found Senior Sister Tinglan in the tidal flats overgrown with Liao Blue Grass, and then brought it back to the Snow Pavilion directly.

This experience is very similar to that of many years ago.

It is rumored that Princess Yiduan, who was also in the Sea and Sky Plain, stumbled upon an orphan girl and brought her back to the Snow Pavilion. Later, this orphan girl lived up to expectations and became the high priest of the Snow Pavilion, ruling the Snow Pavilion for hundreds of thousands of years. Later, in the battle of the gods, he shined. He became an immortal who was admired and admired by all the gods in the Nine Heavens.

Originally, at the most prestigious time, you can enjoy the most comfortable time as a god. However, 30,000 years ago, he was buried in the ruins.

Fate, what a trick!

I don't know, when I talked about my senior sister, I talked about the snow queen back then!

Thinking of this, Bodhi's expression eased and said, "Senior sister, do you remember what happened when you were a child?"

Ting Lan smiled: "I can't remember what happened 30,000 years ago. I've been growing up in Snow Pavilion for 30,000 years. ”

In my bodhicitta mind, a very strange feeling suddenly arises.

"I don't know why," Bodhi muttered, "I feel like I've known my sister for a long, long time." ”

Ting Lan said with some embarrassment: "Perhaps, this is the fate between you and me." ”

Bodhicitta Path: What kind of fate is this fate?

Now I don't have the ability to know. Perhaps, when he becomes a more powerful figure in the Snow Pavilion, he will be able to know. You can see your past, and you can know who your parents are.

Thinking like this, she felt a very inexplicable joy in her heart.

The two happened to walk under a tall Bodhi tree in the Bodhi Forest.

Turquoise leaves, dark brown trunk. Standing at the foot of the tree, looking up, you can also see the green and blue Bodhi fruit. The lustrous bodhi fruit looks very cute.

She didn't know what she remembered, and a basket of blue and blue Bodhi fruits immediately appeared in her mind.

"When will this fruit be good?"

"It's going to take another two months!" Bodhi said with a smile, "Let's pick the fruit together!"

Picking the Bodhi fruit of Ziwei Palace and picking the lotus seeds of the Shenghu Lake, such a thing is something that the young Yu Huan has always dreamed of in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after only forty or fifty thousand years, I can really stand under the Bodhi tree in Ziwei Palace, look at the Bodhi fruit, and discuss, when the fruit is ripe, pick it together.

What a wonderful fate!

"Okay, when it's time to rest, let's pick it together!" Ting Lan said with a smile.

Bodhi didn't know what he remembered, and said, "Emperor Qingming is resting with us, why don't you call him too!"

"There are many people, and there is great power in nature!" Ting Lan said with a smile, "I also have to ask His Royal Highness what he means." ”

Since the last time, after taking a short rest in Ziwei Palace, I suddenly knew how to play the piano. She felt very wicked. At the moment, she was already a little sleepy. She held on, not wanting to sleep. Who knows, when you wake up, something strange will happen!

Moreover, when I fell asleep before, I was caught by the stranger in black, the person named Nine Charms, and went to the strange cave.

She doesn't want to sleep in a strange place!

Hey, the last time I was arrested, it seems that I slept in the snow pavilion!

For a moment, she was a little unsure.

The upper eyelids and the lower eyelids are fighting fiercely.

Bodhi looked startled and said with a smile: "Senior sister, do you want to rest for a while?"

Ting Lan wanted to say no, but her head had already nodded very honestly.

Bodhi smiled and sent the person to the warm couch in the side hall where he used to live.

Ting Lan's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his speech was a little slurred, and he said, "Remember to set up an enchantment for me, I sleep lightly." ”

Bodhi laid out an enchantment from the good.

It's very strange in my heart. Senior sister looks like this, it seems that she wants to sleep very much, but she is also very afraid of sleeping!

Bodhi has been in the valley for many years. For a long time, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat or drink, and I was already very accustomed to the stone group.

She moved the table under the linden tree. He took out his usual brush and pen holder, brought a few pieces of rice paper, and began to write.

What should I write about?

When I picked up the pen, I didn't know how to put it down.

Growing up in Ziwei Palace, she has developed similar habits to Emperor Ziwei.

Emperor Ziwei likes to read Buddhist scriptures. And she grew up in this Bodhi garden since she was a child, copying Buddhist scriptures.

When she picked up the pen and didn't know what to write, a Buddhist scripture appeared in her mind.

When I write word by word, my heart slowly calms down.

After writing only one page, she never remembered anything again. Between the slight movements of his fingers, a Buddhist scripture has appeared on the desk. She spread out the Buddhist scriptures and copied them very carefully.

The whole garden seemed to have become a void.

In the end, did she become a void existence, or did this garden become a void existence?

No one could answer her.

Even the big characters she wrote on the white rice paper couldn't answer her.

In the green woods, in front of an antique case, a woman in purple clothes bowed her head and wrists, facing the Buddhist scriptures.

The woods are so quiet as if they didn't exist.

The woman in purple is as quiet as a painting.

The sound of the wind has become very light and light, as if it does not exist.

The breathing sound of Ting Lan and Xue Yi became a little noisy at this moment.