Before Bai Suqing's eyes, everything changed drastically.
The Daxiong Palace where she was originally in disappeared, and it suddenly turned into a forest of green mountains and green waters. Among the green mountain scenery, there is a hidden village with green bricks and green tiles, and the scenery is leisurely.
Seeing this scene, Bai Suqing felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity.
That was the place where she lived when she was a child.
Bai Suqing's father left home when she was very young, and Bai Suqing was raised by her mother.
They lived in a very ordinary small village with no practitioners, and grew up with a group of mortals.
At this time, Bai Suqing was a little numb. She didn't know why she appeared here. Everything that happened before seemed to have been forgotten.
Relying on her intuition, Bai Suqing found her home.
Before approaching the door, a faint fragrance of chopped green onion burst from the oil came to the face, which was warm and familiar.
"Little girl, are you back? Hurry up and get ready to eat."
Bai Suqing's mother stood in front of the stove, with white flour still on her sleeves, and the shallot pancakes in the oil pan exuded a charming fragrance.
The decoration in the yard is extremely simple. A mill is placed near the yard, and an old donkey sleeps leisurely in front of the mill.
Bai Suqing sat on the chair numbly, took the plate from her mother, and ate the scallion pancakes inside.
Everything is a familiar taste.
Bai Suqing suddenly felt a sadness welling up in her heart, but she didn't know where it came from. She has forgotten what happened before, subconsciously, she only remembers that she has been living in this village.
"After noon, you and mother go to the temple to burn incense, don't forget."
The mother showed a faint smile, and crow's feet appeared above the corners of her eyes.
Bai Suqing agreed, she couldn't remember why she went to the monastery, but in her memory, her mother would go to burn incense every time this time came.
After dinner, Bai Suqing followed her mother and walked towards the monastery along the mountain road.
Along the way, Bai Suqing saw many familiar figures, all of them were villagers in the village.
There are old people, there are young people, and there are children.
They did not work, but like loyal believers, they walked up the mountain road step by step and walked towards the temple in the mountain in the distance.
Bai Suqing followed behind her mother, only feeling that the scene in front of her was full of strangeness. She couldn't help but clenched her mother's hand tightly so that she could feel a sense of security.
Buddhist temple, the gate is open.
The two-page copper door is like an open abyss, waiting for believers to enter.
"Let's go in."
With a pious smile on her face, the mother grabbed Bai Suqing's hand and wanted to bring her into the temple.
Bai Suqing could already see, behind the temple, several resplendent and benevolent Buddha statues appeared. 牺如 miaosshuyuan.com 牺如
However, those Buddha statues could not appease Bai Suqing's restless heart at all. Si minus 75zhong g w en .com Si
Looking around, she only felt that everything in front of her was just a dream, full of falsehoods.
"No, it's not true!"
Bai Suqing looked at her mother and backed away again and again, full of fear in her heart.
She suddenly remembered.
The fire that year burned down the entire village.
The mother died, and she was taken away from the village when she was young, and she never came back. Mi He 75zhongwen.com Mi
This is an illusion, reflecting the most vulnerable place in her heart