Under the setting sun, the breeze blew through Leng Xingyuan's handsome cheeks, the sky was covered with colorful clouds, the slanting sun was pale red, and everything was as before......

It was also one such night, not long after Zoleng arrived in Leng Mansion......

Leng Xingyuan, who is five or six years old in the hospital, is practicing a set of palm techniques of Leng Father Leng Ao Yuze, and his young body is constantly flying up and down on the snow, and he is flexible in an instant.

I don't know when Zuo Leng has silently watched Leng Xingyuan's figure on the side, and Zuo Leng's dark pupils are full of envy.

After a set of palm techniques was practiced, it was already dark, Zuo Leng quickly stepped forward and handed a towel to Leng Xingyuan to wipe his sweat, and Leng Xingyuan, who was wiping his sweat, suddenly asked Zuo Leng curiously: "What about your parents? Will they come back to you?"

Zuo Leng's expression suddenly became extremely lost, and he said in frustration:

"I don't remember what my parents are like for a long time, sometimes when I see other children with their parents, two vague figures will suddenly appear in my mind and walk towards me, I can feel extremely cordial from them, but ......"

"But what?" Leng Xingyuan asked with a smile of encouragement.

"But every time I ran towards them, those two figures disappeared in the blink of an eye......"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Leng already had tears in his eyes, and Leng Xingyuan could even clearly feel how much Zuo Leng missed his parents at this time.

"Okay, don't cry, when I have a strong strength, I will definitely beat you to find your parents......" Leng Xingyuan opened his mouth to comfort.

"Childe, are you telling the truth?" Zuo Leng raised his head, his eyes were red, and he asked in disbelief.

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you, okay, let's have dinner together.

From tomorrow onwards, I will ask my father to teach you cultivation as well, so that the hope of finding your parents will grow stronger and greater. ”

Leng Xingyuan took Zuo Leng's hand and the two walked away happily, leaving two clear footprints in the snow.

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As night fell, Leng Xingyuan was still reminiscing about the bits and pieces of living with Zuo Leng in the past, originally he planned to take Zuo Leng around after finding Tai Ah Jian this time, and help Zuo Leng find his parents.

Over the years, no matter how many hardships have been experienced, what has always remained the same is that whenever I walk on the street and see my parents loving and their children frolicking on the street, Zuo Leng's calm eyes reveal a deep envy.

Although he covered it up well, these pictures were still captured by Leng Xingyuan, who was good at observation, and silently remembered it in his heart, but now he had no chance to help Zuo Leng realize this wish!

The night breeze is slight, the dawn moon is slanting westward, and the heart of the cold and distant night with such a harmonious artistic conception is as turbulent as waves crashing on the shore.

He hated the heavens for not giving him time and a chance to fulfill his promise......

The sun rises in the east, returns to the top of the mountains, and so on, repeatedly, making people feel that they are in it and hidden from the heavens!

As the day of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is getting closer and closer, the monks of Tianlong Temple are also getting more and more busy, the construction of stands, the repair and renovation of some old Zen temples, the painting and gilding of Buddha statues, and the guest houses for observing ceremonies and so on!

Leng Xingyuan watched the monks busy and non-stop, feeling as if he was in the bustling city, but he seemed so out of place!

In the past, when he was with Zuo Leng, Leng Xingyuan felt extremely comfortable no matter where he went, but now he watched the monks busy and hurried, everyone had their own things to do, and he was like a spectator who stayed out of things!

"Maybe he was born a lonely spectator!hehe......" Leng Xingyuan laughed at himself in his heart!

After experiencing Zuo Leng's death, Leng Xingyuan at this time just wanted to have a quiet place to lie quietly and lie down at the end of death......

Walking along the trail and walking all the way to the back mountain, Zoleng's death disrupted all his plans, and made him not in the slightest mood to do anything more, only the loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow......

What's even more terrifying is that no matter how Leng Xingyuan tries to adjust his state, it has no effect, and now what is left is just an empty shell without a soul!

It is very dangerous for him to be in such a state when he is already missing his soul, but how can Leng Xing, who has already lost all hopes, know that he is in such a state of confusion!

At night, in a place called Jingfo Cliff in the mountain behind Tianlong Temple, Leng Xingyuan lies on the grass and looks up at the night sky......

But Leng Xingyuan looked at such a night, and there was still a lot of remorse in his mind!

I don't know when Leng Xingyuan was already standing with a sword in front of the Jingfo Cliff, and the wind was howling towards him, as if he was laughing at his unbearable ......

Leng Xingyuan stood on the edge of the Jingfo Cliff with a sword for five days, and Leng Xingyuan only felt that one day was better than a day of loneliness, and one day was better than a day of despair, and the infinite turbidity in his heart could not be washed away on the edge of the cliff where the wind was howling.

In despair, Leng Xingyuan couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, and he stood with a sword in his hand for a long time before suddenly slashing down angrily at the wind in front of him.

This sword accompanied the loneliness and depression that had haunted him for five days, only to see the whistling wind along the sword blade was suddenly split in two, when the sword qi flew to the opposite side of the cliff, when it hit the opposite cliff, only to hear a loud sound of "coaxing", and the cliff wall outside a hundred zhang quickly fell off large stone chips.

Leng Xingyuan, who had stood for a long time, felt that all the strength in his body was hollowed out with a sword on his back, but the anger in his heart did not diminish at all! Slowly, his consciousness was filled with anger and squeezed into darkness, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

Three days later, Leng Xingyuan woke up again, still on the collapse last time, and the little monk who took care of him last time was still beside him, at this time the little monk was reading the scriptures, and he had not yet found Leng Xingyuan who woke up.

Leng Xingyuan didn't want to disturb this little monk who had been taking care of himself for days, but the uncontrollable violent cough instantly alarmed the little monk who was reading the scriptures on the side, and the little monk quickly came to Leng Xingyuan's side and helped Leng Xingyuan sit up.

"Little master, what's your name, thank you for taking care of me for the past few days!"

In the past, Leng Xingyuan was taken care of by Zuo Leng, but he didn't realize anything at that time.

But now that Zuo Leng is gone, suddenly there is a different person, Leng Xingyuan still has a lot of feelings in his heart, and the little monk who has no relatives and no reason with the other party can afford to thank him.

"Donor, the little monk's name is Qingyin," the little monk chuckled.

"Fuhui Zhizi Jue, the original circle can be understood. Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Daoqing and Xuanzu. So the Qing character should be ranked twenty-first?" Leng Xingyuan asked.

Qingyin handed a cup of hot tea to Leng Xingyuan and said with a smile: "Lord Leng actually knows so much about the seniority of Tianlong Temple, this is a word!"

Qingyin was originally a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and it hasn't been a few years since he cut his hair and become a monk, so Qingyin couldn't help but be overjoyed when it came to speculation.

"Qingyin, judging by my appearance, I should be a few years older than you, so I'll just call you by your law name, is that okay?" Leng Xingyuan looked at Qingyin, who was a few years younger than the character in front of him, and he really couldn't open his mouth to call it a master or a little master Qingyin!

"It's good to be free to be a cold donor," Qingyin said with a smile.

"Okay, then you can call me by my name directly, don't keep talking about the donor, it sounds weird!"

"Okay, Leng Bene!" Qingyin said casually.

Leng Xingyuan didn't correct Qingyin again, but hurriedly asked: "Qingyin, are there any treasures recorded in Buddhist classics that can bring people back from the dead?"

"Leng donor, the treasure that brings people back from the dead is not known to the little monk, the donor can ask the ancestor them, but I think the final result may also disappoint the donor!"

Leng Xing was far from talking, but a person was quietly in a daze, obviously this was not the answer he wanted!

Qingyin silently walked out of the room, closed the door with his hand, and Leng Xingyuan, who was still talking and laughing in the house, instantly slumped on the bed sluggishly, and a deep sense of powerlessness instantly came to his heart......

Leng Xingyuan stayed in Tianlong Temple for more than two months, and he was in a coma except for the previous month.

After waking up, he either silently watched the monks of Tianlong Temple busy with the repair work from afar, or he was silently in a daze in the back mountain!

Originally, he planned to leave half a month ago, but since he accidentally discovered the wine cellar of Tianlong Temple, he has not been able to leave on time, and of course, no one from Tianlong Temple has driven him away.

Leng Xingyuan used to be a person who didn't drink at all, but now in the last half a month, he has hardly been in a sober state!

People's preferences do change over time, especially after experiencing unspeakable pain.

Now Leng Xingyuan often thinks when he is half drunk and half awake, is it that he didn't insist on looking for Tai'a Jian at the beginning, and the result will not be like this?

The fragments of the past will only appear in dreams after taking advantage of the deep drunkenness, and the unfulfilled wishes of the two of them have really disappeared like this?

Everything that has died still exists in the heart, and this loneliness that makes Leng Xingyuan crazy cannot be eliminated even in the holy land of Dharma......

Leng Xingyuan was originally a very unique person, and maybe every unique person is lonely......

They also want friends and best friends, but this uniqueness makes a huge gap between hope and reality, fortunately Leng Xingyuan met Zo Leng in his childhood, but now he is lost forever!

At the moment when he knew that Zuo Leng was dead, Leng Xingyuan felt that the whole person had fallen to the bottom of the lake in an instant, unable to breathe, let alone scream, and the cold lake water was still trying to penetrate everywhere......

Float a que, put the wine to the green hills;

The past is dashing, but who do you say goodbye to!

The silent moon is like a hook, and the pale moonlight is imprinted on Leng Xingyuan's damp cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether this is wine or tears for a while!

In the distance, Qingyin looked at Leng Xingyuan's direction and asked Qing in confusion: "Master, why does Lord Leng also like you become fond of drinking this bitter and spicy wine?"

Qing Madness sighed and untied the wine gourd around his waist again, but hung the wine gourd back halfway!

In the moonlight, I saw Qing whispering: "Because we all have people who can't be forgotten!"