Snowflakes were flying in the sky like fireflies, and the distance between the sky and the earth was pulled in, and there was a gray everywhere.

A graceful figure slowly walked out of the door.

The foot stepped on the snow on the ground, making a slight "creaking" sound.

Walking along the mountain road, ahead is the magnificent and huge building complex of Shaolin Temple.

"Bang!"

A melodious bell rang, and a huge sound echoed in the mountains, even the snow in the sky seemed to pause for a moment.

The man raised his head, stretched out his slim hand, and gently lifted the hat on his head.

It was a silver fox cloak, which made her beautiful face look even more beautiful.

However, there was a trace of deep worries on this beautiful face, and the bright eyes were a little red, indicating that the owner had not had a good sleep all night.

The bells echoed, indicating the arrival of the early morning of the middle of winter.

The golden lotus moved lightly, and she walked towards Shaolin Temple.

Walking along the way, we arrived in front of the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

When the monks on the way saw her, they all bowed slightly. Everyone was very familiar with her. The girl in the Zen Temple there was also a regular visitor to Shaolin Temple.

When she arrived in front of the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, she stopped because she saw another graceful figure kneeling devoutly in front of the pagoda, burning incense and praying.

She slowly came to the back of the woman, and she also took the incense and candle and knelt beside her. The two girls knelt side by side.

After praying to the Buddha, she opened her eyes and saw the girl who had come before looking at her with her eyes open.

The two girls looked at each other and smiled, and stood hand in hand.

"Wanjun, you actually came before me."

"Well, I can't sleep, I got up early, and the master who was guarding the gate let me in."

The woman who arrived first was Ning Wanjun. She looked at the girl wearing a silver fox cloak, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes: "Qiuyu. How are you feeling lately? Is the situation stable?"

The girl in the Silver Fox Cloak is Murong Qiuyu, who is already twenty years old. When she heard Ning Wanjun's inquiry, she nodded gently: "It's very good. Since the palpitations that day, I have almost remembered what happened before. There is nothing wrong with worrying about his situation recently."

The two girls walked forward side by side and took a slow walk in Shaolin Temple.

A group of monks ran over in front of the two girls, and the one who led the lead was Huitian among the eight tribes.

Seeing them, the monks stood on their chests with one hand and bowed by, and the two of them returned the blessings. When the monks ran away, they walked to a secluded place to speak.

Murong Qiuyu said with some concern: "Wanjun, will you say Senior Ran be true? I'm very worried. This matter sounds too bizarre."

Ning Wanjun was also hesitant: "I can't say it right. Senior Ran Dongye is such a powerful expert and shouldn't have lie to us. Since she said everything, I think Yuanzhen should still be alive."

"Of course I also hope Yuan Zhen will live, but I always feel that this matter is too absurd. According to what Sister An and the others said, at that time, the volcano was erupting, and there were mountains pressing down on the sky. In this case, could anyone survive?"

"According to normal circumstances, of course no one can survive in such an environment, but Yuan Zhen is not an ordinary person after all. He can communicate with Buddha and get the protection of gods and Buddhas. Creating things that ordinary people cannot reach is his specialty, so he cannot look at him from the perspective of normal people."

Murong Qiuyu nodded slightly: "You are right. When I was in Hangzhou, I was already desperate, but he turned the world around under such circumstances. From that time on, I knew his difference."

Ning Wanjun's eyes also showed a memory look: "Yes, when I was forced to marry Dongfang Shaobai, who could have imagined that he would kill to Tianshan alone and rescue Sister Caiyi from Li Yifeng and others. Such courage is not something that ordinary people can do."

The two of them comforted each other for a few words, and Murong Qiuyu asked again: "Where has Sister Caiyi gone?"

"Xu Xianxian and Hua Xiaohuan were in a bit unstable mood. Sister Caiyi lived with them yesterday, and it was probably almost time to get up."

"Wanjun, let me say, don't think too much. I think Sister Caiyi seems to have a deep affection for him, but she has never shown it. Yesterday I saw Sister Caiyi crying alone in the room, but when she came out, she returned to normal again."

Ning Wanjun was not surprised by the surprise and nodded slightly: "Qiuyu, how could I not know about this? It's just that Sister Caiyi is actually very thin-skinned. I can't bear to say it in front of her. In fact, I have already been calculating in my heart."

Hearing Ning Wanjun's words, Murong Qiuyu became a little nervous: "What are you going to care about?"

Ning Wanjun turned her head and said, "What else can I do? I just hope he can live. If he is really alive, everything will be followed by his arrangements. I don't want him to hurt any woman's heart. Of course, this includes me, you, and Sister Caiyi and others."

Murong Qiuyu was stunned for a moment, her face was delighted, but then her eyes gradually dimmed: "That is good, but the premise is that he still has to live. More than ten days have passed, and there is no news about him. I am really worried. If he doesn't come back, I am really afraid that I can't hold on."

Ning Wanjun's beautiful eyes also shrouded a deep layer of sadness: "So, I told myself to be strong and wait, but why has it been so long? For so many days, every day is like a year for me."

As they were talking, the eyes of the two little girls turned red.

At this time, a voice came not far away: "Two girls, can you ask me, how to get to the abbot's courtyard?"

The two of them were stunned, their voices seemed familiar, and they hurriedly turned around.

Not far away, there was a young man in white robe. In the middle of winter, this person was wearing autumn clothes, wearing a white scholar's scarf on his head, not only thin clothes, but he was holding a fan in his hand, shaking it there. I don't know if it was fanning the wind or the snowflakes falling beside him.

Many people in the world have superb internal strength, and are incompatible with the cold and heat, and bare shirtlessness in winter is not a strange thing.

Although it is not afraid of the cold, it is impossible to get involved in heat in this weather.

This young man in white robe is very handsome and looks quite pleasant, but he is not as hot as he needs to fan it!

Ning Wanjun and Murong Qiuyu glanced at the man, with a hint of tension, a hint of doubt, and a hint of disgust in their eyes.

Ning Wanjun has a good temper and certainly doesn't show anything, but she doesn't want to talk to this person who looks like a man.

Murong Qiuyu is not as good as Ning Wanjun. Her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised: "Where is the abbot's courtyard, what does it have to do with you! The abbot of Shaolin is not seeing foreign guests now, so you should come from, just go wherever you are!"

"Oh! This is really a strange thing. A Shaolin Temple abbot, what's so crazy about him? He doesn't even see the guests. Humph! I think this temple is just a fictional reputation!"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Murong Qiuyu immediately refused to agree. Someone actually dared to slander Shaolin Temple. If she hadn't been concerned about her ladylike image in front of Ning Wanjun, she would have taken action now.

"Isn't it? Look, look, what are these monks doing? They are worshiping and worshiping the Bodhisattvas of the soil. Don't they know that these Bodhisattvas or Buddhas are just made of soil? Does the soil have spirituality? They leave their homes and come to the temple to become monks. From then on, their relatives and friends will become passers-by. I don't think it's a good thing, and this may not necessarily lead to the understanding of the Bodhi path."

After saying that, the young man in white robe opened the folding fan in his hand and said slowly: "This is really, life and death, other people's lives and death, the flesh and blood are scattered, and the monk worships stones and soil, and he has no chance to realize Brahma!"

"You are really inexplicable. What do they do to you? I think you are here to make trouble. I'm today!"

Murong Qiuyu had just said a few impatiently, but suddenly his words stuck in his throat. He looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, his fingers slowly raised and pointed at the young man in front of him tremblingly. Why is this poem so familiar?

Ning Wanjun did not notice Murong Qiuyu's strangeness. She just felt that the young man in front of her was a little too self-righteous. However, Ning Wanjun did not intend to argue with him, nor did she want to cause trouble in Shaolin Temple. She just said to the young man: "You should go. You can not believe in Buddhism, but please don't make trouble here, otherwise others will not forgive you. No one in this world can make trouble here!"

The young man in white robe smiled at Ning Wanjun: "Beautiful girl, you have a better temper than that beautiful girl, but you are also prejudiced in your heart. And now you are in a bad mood, not because that thing is coming but because you can't let go!"

Ning Wanjun's pretty face turned red in an instant. This person was so rude, and he was really begging for a fight.

But before she could say anything, the young man in white robe continued, "There are seven sufferings in life, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the meeting of enemies and hatreds, the separation of love, the separation of love, the separation of love, the struggle between the separation of love, what you want to get, but you are afraid of not getting, what you are afraid of losing, and what you are afraid of losing is about to lose, so you are worried and troubled, and don't know if what you are saying is right?"

Ning Wanjun listened to his words blankly, and her tears gradually blurred her eyes.

Why are these words so familiar? Aren’t these scenes that appear in dreams all the time?

Who? Who is he? Why did he say these words?

Wanjun, Qiuyu, what are you waiting for? What are you nervous? What are you looking forward to?

!!
Chapter completed!