Han Fengge stepped into the Temple of Great Compassion, and the scene in front of him shocked him.

There was nothing special about a small square, but when he looked across the square into the distance, he found something extremely strange.

Han Fengge clearly remembered that there was no river on or near the Lotus Mountain, but there was an extremely wide river at the entrance of this temple.

Han Fengge stood by the river and looked at the opposite bank, and could only vaguely see the undulating roofs of the pavilions on the opposite bank. All the scenes are like being in a landscape painting, although it looks very meaningful, but if you are really in the painting, the absolute blankness around you is enough to make people feel frightened.

Not only the scenery in the distance, but also the wide river in front of you, which makes people feel the brainless, is an empty white. Without having to try, Han Fengge could also think of what the result would be if he fell into this river.

Since he couldn't cross the river, Han Fengge wanted to look along the river to see if there was a bridge. The strange thing is that just when the word bridge appeared in Han Fengge's mind, a bridge really appeared in front of him. An arch bridge that is not wide but very long, so long that you can't see the edge at a glance.

In the face of such a strange bridge, although Han Fengge knew that there must be something strange on this bridge, but if he wanted to cross the river, he had to cross this bridge, after all, in everyone's hearts, it was much safer to have a bridge than to fall into the river.

Han Fengge thought for a while, stepped lightly on the bridge with one foot, and saw that there was nothing the same, and he stepped on the bridge with both feet with a little relief. Standing on the bridge for a large number of surroundings, on the stone slabs under Han Fengge's small feet, each piece is carved with relief stone carvings, one by one leading to the distance. He couldn't recognize the content of the stone carvings, thinking it should be some stories from Buddhist scriptures. Moreover, there are many statues carved on the stone railings on both sides, some of them are pleasant and some are angry.

Han Fengge, who had stood on the bridge for a while and didn't notice anything wrong, began to walk forward cautiously.

I don't know how long I walked, but this bridge doesn't seem to have a head. Han Fengge, who was walking on the bridge, became shorter and shorter the more he walked, his face became more immature, and the more he walked, the lighter his steps became. In the end, Han Fengge, who turned into a four or five-year-old child, jumped into the courtyard of the General's Mansion that only existed in his memory over the years.

"Mother, mother, I'm back!" the crisp children's voice sounded in the courtyard. In a grand hall in the center of the courtyard, a woman with a kind face slowly walked out. Wearing a Luo skirt, she couldn't tell at all that she was the woman general on the battlefield wearing heavy armor and red robes, riding a horse and holding a sword to cut off the heads of enemy generals.

The woman stretched out her hand and summoned the mischievous child. The child who had just run to the door of the hall was grabbed by the burly man hiding behind the door and held it above his head. The child giggled and kicked his shin and shouted, "Daddy, daddy, let me down." The man ignored the child's pleas, took him into his arms, and rubbed the stubble on his chin against the child's face. The child craned his neck to avoid the stubble on his father's chin, laughing so hard that tears were about to flow out, but he still couldn't break free from his father's arm.

At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy quietly crossed the threshold of the gate of the General's Mansion, came to the hall, and politely saluted the couple who were playing with the children: "Uncle Han, Aunt Hong. ”

Only then did the man put the child down, looked at the thin young man in front of him and nodded, "En." ”

The woman who stood aside and picked up the child nodded to the boy with a smile: "Ping'er is back?"

The boy nodded shyly.

The man looked at the overly shy young man in front of him and said, "Ping'er, I can't promise you what you told me the day before yesterday." You're still too young, wait, and when you're eighteen years old, I'll agree to you going to the desert." Although your idea is good, after all, you are too young and inexperienced, if something goes wrong, I can't explain it to Brother Ji. ”

The boy seemed to have known about this outcome for a long time, so he didn't insist as usual.

The man felt that although the young man in front of him was sensible, he was really bored, so he turned around and picked up his son to play with him.

And the boy took advantage of the child's gaze to look at him, his lips lightly opened, and he said to the child in a voice that no one else could hear, "Wake up." ”

The boy seemed to hear these two words, but did not move, but gave him a pleading look with his eyes that were faintly filled with tears.

The boy sighed and disappeared into the hall in an instant. However, the couple in the hall did not react, as if they did not remember that a teenager had just appeared in the hall.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year, and the children who used to run around the house were now more sensible, and when they saw their parents, they would stand there quietly and salute, just like the teenagers who once appeared. Although the child was still running happily in the yard, his eyes always struggled to turn to look at the busy parents in the hall and the grandmother sitting on the side of the porch, his eyes full of reluctance.

Finally, night fell, and the lights and fireworks of thousands of homes illuminated the sky of the capital. The child looked at the fireworks on the ground in a daze, and when the fireworks were set off at the last one, the child's eyes changed, and a loud shout sounded from his mouth: "Enough!"

Then, the child slowly grew taller and changed back to sixteen-year-old Han Fengge, and the picture in front of him froze, even the flames burning on the ground were fixed there.

Han Fengge raised his head and widened his eyes, looking at the man in black who jumped down in mid-air but was fixed in the air.

Suddenly, the young man who had appeared once came to Han Fengge's side again, and also looked up at the black-clothed man: "I have almost checked the people behind the scenes who participated in it back then, but the monk who broke into the mansion and directly attacked him at that time has been unknown. Maybe you'll have some clues when you come back and ask those guys in person. ”

After saying this, the young man sighed again and said, "I know that it is such a painful result, why do I have to watch it again?"

Han Fengge turned his head to look at the young man's hoarse voice and said, "Even if it is painful, I want my father and mother to hug me again, even if I know that it is fake, I also want to see the appearance of the murderer." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the black scarf that the man in black covered his face in mid-air, but to no avail.

The young man advised him, "Don't bother, if this is really possible, then why should Padmasambhava hide here for thousands of years? ”

Han Fengge said sadly: "I can't bear it. ”

As he spoke, the young man's face distorted, and he hurriedly said, "I can only stay here for so long, and I am about to leave, you take care." ”

Han Fengge nodded: "Brother, you don't have to follow me all the time, I've grown up." ”

It's just that this sentence is only halfway through, and the young man has disappeared from the picture, and the second half of his sentence must not be heard.

After the young man disappeared, Han Fengge turned around and walked slowly around the courtyard, every time he passed by someone, even if it was just a porter and a man, he had to stop and watch for a long time.

Han Fengge walked up to the old woman sitting in front of the porch, squatted down, gently put his head on her lap, and muttered, "Grandma, Ge'er misses you so much." ”

Han Fengge got up and walked into the hall in front of the couple who had killed thousands of enemies on the battlefield with tears in his eyes, but were loving fathers and mothers at home, and reached out to gently caress their faces and said, "Daddy, Mom, Ge'er is leaving." ”

Han Fengge, who finally relented, turned his head and glanced at the last warmth of the courtyard, looked up at the sky and said, "Although I know that you may not have any good intentions, I still want to thank you." After saying this, Han Fengge's eyes became cold and continued: "Okay, I've finished reading what you asked me to see, if there are no other tricks, I'm leaving." ”

Han Fengge's voice fell, and a white light flashed in the sky, and when he looked at it again, he had already returned to the stone bridge, and the previous general's mansion had disappeared without a trace.

Han Fengge, who was standing on the bridge, calmed down and looked into the distance, but found that there was also a similar stone bridge on the right side of the stone bridge where he was. On the stone bridge, a young man walked slowly with his eyes closed, it was Han Fengge's second senior brother Yunfei. Yun Fei, who was walking in front of him, held the sword in his left hand, and his right hand was lightly resting on the hilt of the sword, but he did not draw the sword out of its sheath.

Han Fengge was anxious in his heart, holding on to the railing and shouting, "Senior Brother Yun, wake up quickly." However, Yunfei couldn't hear his shouts.

Han Fengge, who tried several times without success, had to give up, although he didn't know what Yunfei was going through at this time, he believed that his senior brother would be fine.

Han Fengge looked around and saw several identical stone bridges, each with a person on it.

Qin Qing gently leaned on the railing of the stone bridge, crossed his fingers and bowed his head and smiled, his face flushed.

The old man, who had been smiling all the time, had a hideous face, holding a long knife in both hands and waving it.

The innocent little girl jumped up and down with cheerful steps, and patted the statues on the railings beside her with every step she ran, and there was a faint flash of inspiration on the statues that were photographed.

Each of them is immersed in dreams, experiencing pain, fear, or happiness in their hearts.

There is only one exception, and that is the handsome monk named Hongguang.

On a stone bridge farthest away from Han Fengge, Monk Hongguang held a Zen staff and walked slowly step by step.

Just as the monk was about to reach the other side of the bridge, he stopped. Monk Hongguang, who stopped, looked back and happened to see Han Fengge, who was also looking around.

Monk Hongguang was not surprised why Han Fengge did not fall into a dream, but smiled and nodded at him, and with a pause in his Zen staff, he pierced into the stone slab, and then sat down cross-legged and meditated with his eyes closed and did not move forward.

After Han Fengge looked around, he was about to continue walking, but the right foot he had just taken out couldn't move without obeying the call. Just as he was startled, a sense of sleepiness came over him.

After a while, an unfamiliar 'Han Fengge' gently stroked the railing of the stone bridge and said, "It's really an interesting place, not only can I not be restricted by the trapped dragon formation, but this stone bridge actually has the effect of nourishing the soul, God really helps me." ”

Saying that, the strange 'Han Fengge' actually sat cross-legged like a Hongguang monk.