Inside the temple, the day is slightly cold, the smoke from the furnace is curling gently, the sound of Zen is ringing, and the bamboo shadows are swaying on the round window, which is particularly exquisite against the bright yellow of the temple.

The windows were dim and dawn, and they had walked together with the Jade Buddha Temple for more than a hundred years. Suddenly, they heard the sound of wooden fish knocking, and Xie Qingzhou saw an old monk kneeling on a futon in the main hall.

He raised his feet and stepped onto the first step. The sound stopped and the old monk's voice came: "Why did the Demon Lord come to my White Horse Temple?"

"Ask for a result."

The young man's voice was faint. After hearing this, the old monk stood up and turned to look at him: "The result is in Kunling, not in my White Horse Temple."

"One hundred years more."

Xie Qingzhou walked up step by step and walked into the temple, stopping in front of the old monk: "You are not an ordinary monk."

"Lao Na is just an ordinary chanting monk in the temple. If the Demon Lord wants to find a result, he can find the answer by going to Kunling in a hundred years."

The old monk smiled and touched his beard with his hand: "The setting sun returns to the mountains and sea, the fireworks reach towards the stars, and all your wishes come true."

"Everything yesterday is like yesterday, and everything today is like today. There are some things that you need to know a truth about, and you will get back to them later."

Xie Qingzhou raised his eyes and looked at him: "Who are you?"

His gaze was too straightforward, and the old monk shook his head: "Please ask the Demon Lord to wait another hundred years."

After finishing speaking, his figure slowly dissipated. Xie Qingzhou opened his eyes suddenly. What he saw was desolation. There was no temple anywhere. It was just a brief dream. Who was in his dream?

He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. Unexpectedly, he had reached the place where Wen Renyi was standing. When the wind blew, he sat down and whispered softly: "Is that you?"

In his heart, only the old man liked to say such refined words, but how could it be him? He was dead long ago, very dead, and had been dead for two hundred years.

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Three hundred years later, Xie Qingzhou came to Kun Ling one night, his steps calm and leisurely, as if admiring the moon. Lu Yunqian stood at Kun Ling's door and looked at him.

"Master Lu."

The young man called him with a smile on his lips, and Lu Yunqian said with a cold face: "I will take you to the Wanxiang Empty Mountain Mirror."

Two months ago, Tianji left. When he was dying, he said to Lu Yunqian that if Xie Qingzhou comes, take him to the Wanxiang Kongshan Mirror, where he will find the answer he is looking for.

Without saying a word, Xie Qingzhou followed Lu Yunqian into Kunling, and soon the Vientiane Sky Mountain Mirror appeared in front of him.

"Master uncle said, take you to the Wanxiang Empty Mountain Mirror, and the Mirror Lake will give you the answer."

Lu Yunqian stood at the door of the Wanxiang Empty Mountain Mirror. Since the death of his uncle, the Yaoguang Master, no one has used the Wanxiang Empty Mountain Mirror. Naturally, no one has come to live there.

This place has been desolate for a long time, but Lu Yunqian sends people to clean the Vientiane Empty Mountain Mirror every month, so it just looks a little more deserted.

"I won't go in. I hope you can find my junior sister-in-law as soon as possible."

He said that although no one had told him what answer Xie Qingzhou asked for, he knew that this answer must be closely related to the young master's aunt.

Xie Qingzhou walked to the side of Jinghu Lake. A fallen leaf fell on Jinghu Lake, causing several ripples. He put his hands on the wooden railing, and the lake water suddenly swayed violently.

His eyes looked at the scene on the mirror lake, and finally pointed to a place, Suizhou.

"The master is back."

A sound rang out, waking up Xie Qingzhou who was leaning against the tree. He slowly opened his eyes, his red eyes gleaming, and put away all his thoughts. When the footsteps got closer and closer, his figure fell on the tree.

From here, he could see all the scenes in Ren's courtyard. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, and fell asleep. He also had such a long, hazy dream.

When his mind was clearer, he looked at the small courtyard of Ren Mansion. Ren Kun picked up the little girl and teased her. The woman stood beside him and fanned gently, looking like the time had passed peacefully.

A smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. After three hundred years, he finally waited for her.

When Ren Jinjin was five years old, she had grown into a pretty little girl. She was pretty and sweet-tongued, and she was loved by her neighbors. Everyone said she was a lucky star.

Since her birth, Ren Kun's business has grown bigger and bigger. From a small shop owner, he has become the richest man in Suizhou. However, for some reason, when Ren Kun said that he wanted to move out of Qingma Lane, Ren Jinjin got angry.

Had a serious illness.

Crying and shouting not to leave here, Ren Kun thought she had run into something evil, so he asked someone to check, but they said nothing was wrong. Ren Kun was puzzled, and in the end he could only listen to his precious daughter.

, not moved from here.

Xie Qingzhou looked at her and covered his lips with his fist. He knew that there was nothing wrong with the little girl. This coquettish and unreasonable look had really not changed no matter how many hundreds of years had passed.

Until one day, the little man stood inside the courtyard wall, raising his head and asking, "Are you a god?"

Her eyes were so bright, even brighter than the bright moonlight behind her. She stared at the tree for a moment. He didn't make a sound, but his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

"Brother's hair is silver."

Ren Jinjin stretched out a finger and pointed at his hanging silver hair. He revealed a stunning face from among the leafy branches, stretched out his hand towards her and smiled softly: "Want to come up?"

She nodded, and then she felt herself being supported by a soft cloud, slowly rising into the air.

"Brother is really a god?!"

The little girl smiled so hard that her eyes turned into crescents. She hugged the branch without letting go, and slightly raised her head to look at the melting moonlight in the night.

"I'm not a god."

Xie Qingzhou stretched out his hand to support her weakly. Ren Jinjin turned his head and looked into his eyes: "But brother, you are very beautiful. My mother said that beautiful people are gods."

He didn't refute her anymore. She was still young and wouldn't understand even if she talked too much. Gods should be gods.

"Has my brother been staying near my house for a long time?"

"Why do you ask?"

The leaves above his head swayed slightly, and Ren Jinjin stretched out his hand to pick up the fallen leaf: "I have met you many times."

In the spring, he didn't know that the hem of his clothes was hanging down half a point. At that time, she thought it was because the tree was sick, that's why it was black.

In summer, in the gently swaying lotus pond, she saw the figure reflected in the tree, but when she raised her head, she could not see it.

It was autumn, and under the bright moonlight, she raised her head and saw a strand of silver hair falling from him.

"Mom said that everyone has his or her own patron saint, so brother, are you my patron saint?"

The little girl's eyes were so pure and she asked in an innocent tone. Xie Qingzhou didn't dare to stretch out his hand, lest it was a dream and wake up the person speaking. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I am your patron saint."
Chapter completed!