After Jing Si left the broken temple, he repeatedly thought about what Mo Wei said, and repeatedly compared Yuan Zong's behavior, but every time he thought about it, he felt disgusted and fearful. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info When he thought of the end, he was afraid that this mysterious person would follow behind him. But Jing Si reminded himself again and again that he must not reveal his true thoughts, even if he was tired and frightened, he had to forcibly suppress it.

In the evening, Jing Si had already arrived at the town under the Hanging Moon Peak. Thinking of the previous descent from the mountain with her sisters once a month, Jing Si felt a stump in her heart, but she knew that she still had a lot of things to do, and she didn't have time to feel sad.

Jing Si first went to a farmhouse in the suburbs, and when the farmer opened the door, he went into the house and said his request.

This farmer family is a faithful believer in Cihang Nunnery, and the couple suffered from a stubborn illness in their early years, but it was only after the rescue of the Mongolian Mei Shitai that they recovered. In their opinion, all the people in Cihang Nunnery are living bodhisattvas, and all of them were naturally agreed to when they meditated on this request. Jing Si then took up a pen and wrote the letterhead, and when he was finished, he sealed it with wax.

Jing Si took out all the silver taels on his body, and then entrusted the farmer to send the letter to Shaomuro Mountain as soon as possible. The peasant farmer agreed, but they refused to accept the silver tael anyway. Jing Si did not want them to work hard, only insisted on paying silver taels as a reward, and the farmer saw that he could not move, so he could only accept the amount.

"Mrs. Shi, please rest assured, my family is doing fast fishing in the county government, and I will let him send him to Shaomu Mountain tomorrow. The farmer said solemnly.

"Then there is the Laborer. By the way, don't say that this letter was sent by me, and if someone asks, they will say that it was entrusted by a passerby. Jing Si said with some embarrassment.

The farmer knew that Cihang Nunnery had undergone great changes at the beginning, and they also understood Jingsi's cautious measures, so they agreed without hesitation.

After quietly thanking the farmer repeatedly, he went to the Hanging Moon Peak alone.

The night of early spring is still bitter and cold, and the road to the moon peak is also bumpy, but all this can't stop Jing Si from returning to Cihang Nunnery. The mountain road was already rugged and difficult to walk, and it was difficult to distinguish fine objects at night, so Jing Si only felt that his feet slipped, and the whole person fell towards the cliff at a high speed.

Quietly screaming but couldn't stop at all, everywhere she passed, she collided violently with sharp rocks and miscellaneous trees, especially when she touched the wound of her broken arm, which made her even more painful and unable to exert her strength.

At this critical moment, Jing Si probe grabbed it randomly, but just grabbed a handful of weeds, so that he could barely stop the downward momentum. But Jing Si felt that his feet were empty, as if his whole body was hanging in the air. Jing Si looked down and realized that he was hanging on the edge of the cliff, if it weren't for this weed, he would have fallen into the deep valley.

The sound of falling gravel was intermittently heard at the bottom of the valley, and she felt chills in her heart when she heard it.

"Am I destined to die here today?" sighed Jing Si.

"No, I must not die now, I still have to avenge my sisters and sisters, I must go up. Meditation then recited decisively.

But Jing Si is injured, and the only arm is firmly grasping the last life-saving weed, but how can he get up?

"Ask the Bodhisattva of great compassion to save his disciples...... Ask the Bodhisattva of great compassion to save his disciples......" meditated in his heart, repeating the Tao eagerly.

But the Bodhisattva did not appear after all, but the handful of weeds in his hand began to loosen after being overwhelmed. Quietly sweating like rain, but thinking that this time he was really powerless.

"Innocent people will suffer misfortune, but those who have done all the evil things will enjoy peace, God is not fair, Bodhisattva, do you see?" said Jing Si in despair.

But she immediately changed her mind, if there was God, there would not be so many injustices in the world, and if there was a Bodhisattva, she would not let her disciples splash their blood on Buddhism that day. Thinking of this, Jing Si thoroughly understood that everything must be on his own, whether it is to escape danger now, or to avenge his fellow disciples in the future.

Jing Si seemed to understand a little later, because the weeds she was clutching in her hands had already fallen off their roots. In an instant, Jing Si only felt that his hands were empty, and the whole person began to fall again.

Jing Si was so unwilling, so unconvinced, so he was heartbroken, simply let go of this useless weed, and finally kicked hard at the bald stone of the cliff with all his strength, as if to vent all his dissatisfaction at the end.

This kick tried her best, and as soon as she touched the cliff, she was shocked far away. Meditation on the whole person was completely volleyed, and there was nothing to be done anymore, and a line of tears of grief and indignation followed.

But at this moment, Jing Si suddenly felt that a foreign object tripped over him, so he waved his hand at it without thinking, and the whole person suddenly settled down again. It turned out that this was a dead vine hanging on the other side of the cliff, and if it wasn't for some catharsis just now, he wouldn't have been able to catch it anyway.

Meditation firmly grasped these withered vines, and the thought of survival was rekindled in my heart. But after all, Jing Si only has one hand left, and if he grabs the dead vine, he will not be able to climb, but what should he do?

Jing Si looked up and felt that he was not too far from the top of the cliff, so he took a deep breath and kept stepping on the cliff wall with his feet. From a distance, meditation is like swinging on a cliff.

At the moment of life and death, who will have such an elegant swing, thinking about it, is just to use the power of the withered vines to reverberate and bounce to the top of the cliff. After a few back and forth, Jing Si's body was already flying high uncontrollably, and it fell equally uncontrollably, which was really terrifying.

But Jing Si didn't care about that, because she already felt that she was getting closer and closer to the top of the cliff.

After a sharp fall, Jing Si kicked the cliff again, and the withered vine led her straight into the sky. This time he flew high enough, and Jing Si immediately jumped out of his hand, and the person stood firmly on the cliff.

Jing Si, who escaped the catastrophe, did not leave immediately, but silently looked down at everything in front of him for a long time. I don't know when, I don't know why, but she suddenly sneered. The laughter did not reverberate in the valley without any sense of pleasure, and it could not be calmed for a long time.

After this cliff, the road is much easier, meditate and walk up, and finally come to the front of Cihang Nunnery.

With the cold moonlight, Jing Si stood silently in front of the nunnery for a while. The Cihang Nunnery in front of her was not as dilapidated as the dilapidated temple she saw today, on the contrary, it was no different from her usual appearance, except that she no longer saw the green smoke emitted by the incense, and she could no longer hear the sound of nuns chanting.

Jing Si lowered his head, raised his head slightly, and strode into the inner hall. The facilities in the house have not been destroyed, the tables, chairs and stools are still in place, and the Buddhist utensils in the pok tai have also returned to their places.

Under the candlelight, the entire Buddha hall immediately brightened, and the solemn Buddha statue immediately reflected the golden light. But Jing Si didn't look at anything, just carried the lamp and candle into the back hall, and then went straight to Mrs. Gumei's room.