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The mirror flower hermitage is slightly open, and there is light inside.

Two silhouettes were bathed in light, one was the young nun from before, the other was holding a whisk in her hand, one palm standing on her chest, her face was very strange and she could not tell what age she was, she could not say that she was young, nor that she was old, nor was it in between; It's as if if you don't think deeply, you will forget its appearance.

Her clear eyes looked at Jiang Xing who was lying on the ground, and saw that he staggered and seemed to be unable to stand, his empty palm dragged slightly, and his strength suddenly increased, and he was held steady in the air; Suddenly, the young nun waved her coat and said, "It's a guest from afar, the little donor, the hospitality is not good, please forgive me......" said, how did Jiang Xing turn slightly sideways, and looked at the female nun who didn't know the age, the appearance of the six gods and no owner, so that she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and was about to speak, but Jiang Xing suddenly blurted out: "Shi Taifa is a wonderful sound?"

"A peck and a drink, all determined by heaven, poor Nifa is wonderful," shook her head, glanced at the hunting fork placed on the ground by Jiang Xing, she said without saltiness: "Everyone in the world knows that the nunnery does not accept male disciples, but it does not prevent male guests from offering incense to the Buddha, little donor, this is your fate." In a quiet place, you can't enter the temple with a sword, come with me-"

The bags were just thrown in front of the door, but they didn't care about it. A force that came out of thin air dragged Jiang Xing and slowly led him to the door. When he wanted to speak, he suddenly found that he couldn't move from his throat to his lips, blinking his eyes vigorously, and could only look at the backs of the two, and followed them step by step.

Could it be that these immortal characters like to manipulate mortals? The same is true of the two immortals I met last year, which is really annoying. The next moment, when entering the nunnery, it seems that there is a mirror light in the eyes, a flower in front of the eyes, after the narrowness, suddenly enlightened.

The sky is firm, the golden black and white clouds are close in front of you, warm and warm, as if you can reach them.

It's like a fantasy.

When has you ever been so close to the sun?

It's a pity that I can't move.

Turning his gaze, the floors are stacked, the eaves on both sides are dense and tiled like fish scales, and the houses are tall and short, uneven. What I heard and saw, just as heaven and earth are no longer heaven and earth, how could the shabby Mirror Flower Nunnery at the beginning be so carved with jade fences? No matter what Jiang Xing had any thoughts, he was completely thrown out of the clouds. Then, again, there is a white stone archway in front of the cascading stairs. On it, the dragon and the phoenix dance and outline four big characters - water moon mirror flower.

Walking through the archway, there is a flower in front of you, the vision in the air is gone, the clouds flowing overhead are rising higher and higher, climbing and pacing seem to be forcibly transformed on this ladder, the more you go up, the farther away from the sky. But it doesn't make people feel contradictory and uncomfortable, Jiang Xing is not only inexplicably natural, but also deeply shocked.

Until I climbed the stairs, I didn't come back to my senses.

Even if he had never seen such a thing in his dreams, he wanted to struggle again, but at the moment he was silent, and he followed silently, not even realizing that the power that imprisoned him had been relaxed. It was very quiet here, and even if there were nuns coming up and down the stairs, they would always look solemn, occasionally talking, and covering their mouths. Because of this, the crisp bird's cry coming from nowhere can be heard clearly.

Jiang Xing couldn't help but have a question in his heart, was the Mirror Flower Nunnery that his father-in-law had seen really the Mirror Flower Nunnery? He had no doubt that maybe in the next moment, all this would disappear, and he didn't dare to clearly believe whether what he had seen and heard was true.

I really want to ask where to go, but I can't bear to break the solemnity here.

Are they willing to teach him the ability to teach him to practice? Although they were ready to leave in disappointment, they called him in, as if there was a glimmer of hope, and then they said that they would not accept male disciples. Confused, Jiang Xing was very hesitant to walk.

Unexpectedly, following them further and further, he came straight to a courtyard.

"Little donor, the old man is waiting here, and I won't accompany each other," Miao Yin waved the dust and left with the young woman Nishi Shiran. Jiang Xing stretched out his hand and hurriedly called, but the other party did not answer, looking at the back in the distance, Jiang Xing was really confused, and muttered to himself: "In the end, what do you want, where did I come from in this nunnery." ”

Pushing open the door and going straight inside, what he saw suddenly shocked Jiang Xing again -- where did the courtyard come from? It was clearly a peach valley full of flowers! I saw an old woman in a white robe and crane hair sitting cross-legged on a futon, her head tied to the Taoist temple, although she had an old breath, her face was as ruddy as a child, and her crane hair and childish face were quite a bit of a worldly master, and she said hoarsely: "Little donor, the poor nun has been waiting for a long time. ”

Calling himself a poor nun, he said, took out a wine gourd out of nowhere, shook it gently, and it was like a river, and he took a sip and said happily: "We are also old people, right?"

Obviously she is an old Taoist aunt, and besides, don't all the people in the empty door have the five precepts? This wine is one of them.

What the other party said and did was really weird, Jiang Xing was dumbfounded, but he was a little numb. Thinking about her words, he suddenly woke up and said: "Shitai is the ...... of that day"

"That's right, it's your fate. ”

Hearing the word fate law again, Jiang Xing touched his head: "Fate law?"

The old Taoist aunt, who claimed to be a poor nun, smiled and said to herself: "But it's not last year." More than ten years ago, when the wind and rain were all over the mountain, Chen Jiang's family picked up the swaddling clothes that came with the waves in the stream that burst into a river. That's when the poor nun got to know you. ”

Hearing this, this grandma had never mentioned something to him - he also knew from outsiders that he was picked up by grandma, but he didn't understand the details, so he hurriedly said: "How can the boy be virtuous, the teacher is too ......"

The old Taoist suddenly put away the wine gourd out of thin air, waved her hand, shook her head and said: "The flowers of all living beings bloom and thank you, the world has ups and downs, and how many heroes have finally become a handful of loess." Some people are blessed with the ability to retain a little wisdom in their past lives, which is known by birth, and it is for the wisdom of the Buddha. The little donor is destined to be extraordinary by birth, and there is no need to be arrogant. ”

Jiang Xing listened obscurely, and secretly said that he was indeed a person among immortals, and his words and deeds were not like mortals like him. Moreover, such a character actually said that he was not destined to be ordinary!

But......

Su Hui?

Preserving the wisdom of past lives?

As soon as he thought of this, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and Jiang Xing's mind was blank. He also understood in his past life and present life, could it be that the dreams he had in the past were all what he had really encountered and heard in his previous life? This has always been the biggest secret that Jiang Xing secretly hid in his heart, how could he have been unexpectedly broken by this old Taoist aunt. The whole person is stunned, and he is going to wander out of the world.

"The poor nun knows why the little donor is here, but he is also willing to give the little donor some advice. ”

"The boy would like to hear about it. Jiang Xing came back to his senses, pricked up his ears, and listened to the old Taoist aunt's half-joking and half-sighing: "Then the poor nun will be deaf." The poor nun had an old friend, who, like the little benefactor, was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. It's just that he chose to live in a corner, and Xiao Shi mainly roamed the rivers and lakes. Unlike the little benefactor, who was born smart, he is very stupid and doesn't know anything, so he can only practice swords, and there is nothing else to practice swords. First took the trees as the target, and slowly stabbed the waterfall and the huge waves, and then the target was changed to the butterfly among the flowers, the swallows in the sky, and even the wings of mosquitoes and flies, and the tentacles of ants were not spared. For a while, the mountains were full of feathered swiftlets, mosquitoes, flies and ants with missing arms and legs. When he couldn't find anything he could use to practice his sword, he finally set his sights on the sky. Cutting the bright moon and hitting the clouds, even the breeze cannot escape its left and right. Later, when he lost interest in all of this, he was over the age of six, and suddenly looked back and found that he had nothing but a sword. He suddenly wanted to get out of the wasteland and go outside. So far, a generation of legends has been born, and no one dares to talk about swords. ”

Jiang Xing listened very carefully and longingly, and did not dare to omit any words or words, until the old Daogu's voice fell, and after thinking about it for a while, Fang said: "Master, is it also a practice to focus on one thing......? It's really desirable. But this kind of road is not suitable for me. I just want to learn this kind of skill, but I don't want to do nothing for it, just practicing swords every day, such a life is too barren. ”

The old Dao Gu took out the wine gourd and took a sip: "Little donor, poor nun also has an old friend-" Seeing Jiang Xing's attentive appearance, he took another sip of wine before saying: "He is a scholar, smarter than the little donor, and unlike the little donor's asking for immortals, he has always been silent and confused." In his eyes, we, the practitioners, are just mortals. That day, he went to Beijing alone to take the exam, and met a monster in the barren forest, and this monster turned into a beautiful woman to confuse him. Readers know that in this barren mountains and forests, a beautiful woman with uncovered clothes suddenly appeared, and she is by no means the same race. At this time, a dead branch on his head suddenly fell into his hand, so he took the dead branch and shouted at the monster, "This is the demon exorcism grass, if you don't want your soul to fly away, retreat immediately." The monster said, 'This is obviously a branch, where is the demon exorcism.' The reader's voice was full of voices, 'I said it's a demon exorcism grass, it's a demon exorcism grass, don't make a mistake about yourself'——"

Hearing this, Jiang Xing couldn't help grinning, and the old Dao Gu looked at him and asked, "Does the little donor think that this scholar is very ridiculous to turn black and white upside down for a deer as a horse?" Could it be that the next story is that the reader was deeply hit after suffering a setback? The old Taoist aunt also smiled, but said: "When you talk about it afterwards, how can you empathize with it." The monster was really frightened by the scholar and didn't dare to step forward, and he showed his body and retreated in a hurry. Later, the reader became a prophecy, and the dead branches and rotten trees sprouted, and they really grew into demon-exorcism grass. Little benefactor, do you know what happened to this scholar?"

"I don't know, boy. Listening to this, Jiang Xing's comfortable expression suddenly became solemn. He wondered if there were really monsters in this world, and if he encountered them, would he be as bold as this scholar.

The old Taoist aunt smiled and said: "This scholar, who later won the champion, wore a red robe, and was the Dazai of the current dynasty, assisting the Son of Heaven to master the Sheji artifact. In a word, the so-called gods and sages, no matter how much incense they have received in the temple, it is just a wall that everyone pushes down. All things are commanded by the heavens, no matter how strong the mana is, how can they escape in the common people dominated by the Sheji artifact?"

Jiang Xing saw that the old Daogu said something fast, and drank repeatedly, so unhappy, he couldn't help licking his lips. However, thinking of the anecdote of this senior, he suddenly said: "This kind of road is not suitable for me...... I don't know a few big words, and I often have an ape-like mind, and I don't have a silent and strange guard...... But the strength and courage of this senior, and the perseverance and dedication of that senior, as well as their experience, are really fascinating. ”

The old Taoist nodded in understanding, and suddenly stretched out the wine gourd: "Little donor, we are also old people, do you want to drink?"

The fragrance was fragrant, and seeing the old Daogu's free and casual attitude, Jiang Xing hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

He had never smelled such a fragrant wine.

Although the gourd is small, it is heavy in the hand.

Tried to take a sip, the slurry entered his throat, and Jiang Xing felt dizzy.

Dizzy and dizzy, I saw the old Taoist aunt's smiling and kind face, the sky was dark, and there was nothing.

I don't know how long it took, as if a peach blossom was falling down on his face.

When I opened my eyes, it was a verdant camphor tree with fallen leaves.

The underside of the body is very hard, cool and cool, and the early spring has been lying on it for a long time, so Jiang Xing shuddered and sat up.

In the distance, the red walls and green tiles of the Mirror Flower Nunnery are vividly visible.

On the big bluestone, Jiang Xing was very confused.

Could it be that like the story of "The Pillow in the Pillow" told by Mr. Storyteller, everything is just a dream?

The dry food wrapped in the cloth beside him had not yet been tied, as if after he had drunk and eaten enough, the warm sunlight shining on his body was really inspiring, and he was sleepy, so Shi Shiran lay down on the big bluestone and fell asleep. But the old Taoist aunt told him two anecdotes of masters, which are still vivid, as well as the young nun and Miaoyin Shitai, the sound and appearance measures are still in front of him at this time, which is really real. It's just that the specific appearance of Miaoyin Shitai is a little vague and I can't remember it clearly.

Hurriedly packed his bags, Jiang Xing hurriedly went to the Mirror Flower Temple.

The expected young nun did not appear before him, Jiang Xing stepped forward and knocked on the door in a trance, until there was a "creak", and someone inside seemed to be pulling the latch, looking expectantly. Hope, behind is the familiar face of the young nun, but unfortunately it backfired, but it was a little nun who came on, her head was between Jiang Xing's chest, her face was childish, and she looked at Jiang Xing in her dark eyes, and it seemed that she rarely saw a person like him, so she was full of curiosity, bowed down and said, "Sister is healthy." Jiang Xing bowed his hand, feeling very interesting, and couldn't help asking: "Little Master, you should call me brother." ”

"Brother, what does brother mean?" The little nun looked at Jiang Xing in confusion: "You seem to look different from your sisters-" As she was talking, she seemed to suddenly come back to her senses, patted her head with her white and tender little hand, and hurriedly asked, "Sister, are you here to worship the Buddha or to stay overnight?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xing thought about the dream that was still fresh in his memory, and hurriedly said: "I'm not here to worship the Buddha or to spend the night, I'm here to find Master Miaoyin." Saying and thinking, because he was suddenly too anxious, wanting to see if the room was as strange as in his dream, Jiang Xing stepped into the mirror flower hermitage in two steps, but there was no white stone archway of Laoshizi Shuiyue Mirror Flower, and how could there be a long and long staircase of Laoshizi. Looking around, there is a Buddhist hall in front of you, and in addition to it are several side rooms and a cave door that leads to nowhere.

Turning around, the little nun who was following him sobbed somehow, her two mouths were grinding, her eyes were shining with tears, looking at his gaze, she cried: "Host Miaoyin...... Preside...... When it snowed in the winter last year, he ...... Then he was destroyed and passed away......"

"What!"

Jiang Xing was shocked, staggered two steps, and his chest was like a boulder.

I couldn't help but slap myself hard, it hurt, it hurt.

The little nun was blowing bubbles with her red nose, and looked at him very puzzled, she didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, and said, "Sister, what are you looking for Miaoyin to host?"