The small temple is dilapidated.

Under the old tree in front of the courtyard, a figure was sitting on the ground, staring at the green fruits covered with heads in a daze.

The figure half-squatted and half-sitted, furry all over, staring at the black and white hair, the flesh on it drooped to the ground, and a pair of black eyes looked at it without blinking, it felt like waiting for the fruit to fall, and the lonely back was filled with a hint of sadness.

"Can't you be depressed if you can't eat the fruit? He has been watching for a few days. Can the fruit fall off or what can you do?" The young man said angrily after poking his head out of the kitchen.

Can now.

"Roll..."

"Maoqiu, it's time to eat!"

The young man knocked on the lid of the pot. As soon as the sound from his mouth came out, he saw the little thing standing with two ears standing on his head and rolling straight over. His furry body rolled straight into the dusty face and was hard to see his true nature. Good guy, he fell seven or eight times in just twenty or thirty steps, and finally he rolled and crawled into the kitchen.

"Spread, spread it, I'm saying, why are you always holding my legs?" Ji Shenxiu sighed, holding a steamed bun in her mouth, and stuffing a helpless little thing squatting on the ground. "You said you're nonsense enough to eat meat. Now you still eat steamed buns, and you're addicted to eating it."

But the ball on the ground ignored him. The white flour bun in his arms was in less than a few bites. After eating, his eyes blinked at the young man again. After taking another one, he repeated the previous movement.

After repeating this dozens of times, Ji Shenxiu turned the steamer on the stove to the sky with a wooden face in front of it.

"It's gone!"

The little thing seemed to understand something, and then he got out of the kitchen with unfulfilled intentions and rushed into the vegetable garden.

Looking at the bloated back, Ji Shenxiu had a dark face and her eyes were twitching.

After the assassination was successful, he left. After all, the court would definitely not let him go. After all, it would be an explanation. Moreover, for Huo Yuanjia or Wang Wu, he had already fulfilled his friendship with each other and had a clear conscience. If he stayed there, he would only be more muted. Leaving was undoubtedly the best choice. As for what would change in the future, it was no longer something he could control.

However, before leaving, he went back to Qinling and turned the little thing back, which was also considered a companion.

Seeing the ball crawling into the vegetable garden, Ji Shenxiu carefully took out a steamed bun from her sleeve and walked towards the Buddhist temple beside her.

It was cold and quiet inside. Apart from the green lamp, there was only a mud statue of an old monk. The corners of the wall were covered with spider webs and dust.

He sat on the cushion in front of the mud statue, divided the steamed bun into two halves, half throwing it into his mouth, and the other half at the feet of the mud statue, and casually said: "Old monk, you're having dinner."

Now he had already figured out the dilapidated temple, including the old trees in front of the courtyard, the ancient well, the lotus pond, and the painting of a woman in red on the second floor of the backyard pavilion, the gray wind that emerged out of thin air at dusk, and the old man who flew at night.

Except for that old tree, everything else seems to be related to the game of chess in the pavilion.

However, he was relieved. Although the dilapidated temple was full of strangeness, as long as he didn't deliberately provoke it, there seemed to be no danger.

The most important thing is that he discovered a secret about this ancient temple, that old tree.

Walking out of the Buddhist temple, Ji Shenxiu focused on looking at the old tree, but saw that the jade-like green fruit hanging on the old tree actually had an ancient and obscure divine beauty, and the mist was flowing on it, as if it had been disguised. Only in the moment when Ji Shenxiu was concentrating, the ordinary green fruits actually had a terrible scene of all spirits reproduction and the sky and the earth floating and sinking... There was an old man opening the sky gate with his sword, a sword who was not a world-famous sword refining the heaven and earth to generate formations, a fairy spirit moving mountains and filling the sea, flying in the sky and hiding the earth, a demon god turning the world, rubbing the sun and the moon, a powerful man opening the sky and the earth, a water, wind and fire... These are all completely different worlds.

They are all evolving, from nothing to something, countless great disasters, and after countless years, the worlds have changed, they have evolved into the familiar worlds in Ji Shenxiu's memory, becoming complete, and the three worlds he had experienced before were also among them.

Ji Shenxiu finally understood why the old man who was ferrying and the woman in red were so unusual. I am afraid that everything in this ancient temple was not as simple as he saw. If a fruit was a world, then the lotus in the backyard, even the bird cage of the woman in red, or the lotus pond where the old man fished, might have a shocking secret.

Could it be that it is also a world? Or tens of millions of worlds?

Dusk has arrived, and I will get up again after unknown.

This time Ji Shenxiu clearly saw that wisps of gray wind overflowed from the blooming lotus flowers in the backyard, gathered together and turned into a monk after landing. The singing in the pavilion started again. In the depths of the lotus pond, the swaying sound of the wooden boat "cry" and "cry" sounded again.

Except for the strange existence in the ancient well, he didn't know about it, Ji Shenxiu each gave a special title.

The monk was called "the flower planter" by him, the woman was the "bird farmer", the old man was the "sea guardian", and now he had to be added to plant trees.

Even after a few days, he was still shocked by everything in front of him, and he looked at it over and over again without getting tired of it, and his heart was so complicated that it was hard to say. It turned out that from beginning to end, it was not that this ancient temple could travel between the heavens, but that it was simply above all the spirits of the heavens.

As the thoughts faded, the old tree in front of him returned to its original appearance and became ordinary.

Taking a deep breath, as if tired of the scenery in front of him, Ji Shenxiu raised his hand and saw that the scenery of green mountains and green waters in the sky was changing. When he stopped again, he looked around and saw that there was an endless ocean of sea. At the line of the sea and sky, an ancient temple was located on the sea surface. The virtual and real are as unreal as mirrors, water and moon, as if they have everlasting eternal existence.

With his eyebrows spread, he smiled and said, "I like you a lot."

As soon as my mind moved, the closed wooden door was already open, and outside the wooden door, there was another scene, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, as if it opened the door to another world, strange but magical.

"It's a pity that I can't decide for myself!"

After looking at the beach of meat hanging in the vegetable garden, Ji Shenxiu had already walked out.

...

On the long street at dusk.

The old wooden door made a hoarse sound, which was the door shaft turning, dry and a little harsh, as if it had not been opened for a long time. Inside the door, a young man walked out carefully.

He looked around and looked at the wooden door behind him slowly closed.

At the end of the long street, a three-meter-high flagpole stood, and four large lanterns were lifted on the flagpole.

Vermilion lanterns, black characters.

"Fengyun Inn".
Chapter completed!