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"Little mute, if one day you lose something very important, will you bow and kowtow once and for all, and ascend to the Heavenly Path?"
"Won't."
He heard his own voice.
"That's right If you don't believe in becoming a Buddha, how can you ask for help from a Buddha?"
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Jiang Wang¡¯s back was straight, and he raised his legs and walked firmly on the bluestone steps, and many pictures came to his mind.
On a vast winter night, heavy snow fell all over the bluestone steps.
A thin figure knelt in front of Tongtian Dao. His hands were red from the cold, and the frostbite on the back of his hands had scabbed over.
The boy¡¯s thin lips were pursed tightly, and his black eyes were more desolate and dead than a snowy winter night. He kowtowed again and again, and kowtowed heavily. When he raised his head again, his brows were already stained with white snow that exuded the chill.
The snow melted and flowed down between his brows, but he seemed unconscious and continued to raise his left leg, kneeling heavily on the bluestone steps in front of him. His leg bones hit the ground with a soft thud.
There was no light in the cold night in the deep mountains, and the barren hills were like giant beasts swallowing him up.
"It seems that due to long-term malnutrition, the boy's figure is frighteningly thin. Every time he kowtows, it makes people worried.
In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and the scattered light snow turned into heavy snow.
The little boy has reached the 600th ladder. Heavy snow fell on his black hair and brows, blending him with the vast snow. The little boy's figure swayed slightly.
"Little mute, if one day you really lose something very important, what will you do?"
"I will go find her myself."
The eight hundredth ladder.
The blood between the brows dyed the snowy ground red.
He seemed not to feel the pain, and his kowtow movements were formal and pious.
"What if you never find it?"
The young monk¡¯s childlike voice echoed in my ears.
"Then keep looking."
"What if you can't find it until the day you die?"
The little monk was extremely stubborn and broke the casserole to ask the truth.
"Then go and find it in the next life."
"If you don't believe in gods and Buddhas, how can you talk about the afterlife?"
The little monk was very shrewd. He stared at him with his big eyes, his face was innocent, and he wanted to know the answer.
The person opposite seemed impatient with the question and raised his hand to cover her eyes.
"Little mute, you can't answer my question, so you want to cheat?"
The little monk¡¯s sight was blocked, but he was still stubborn.
The boy beside him was a head taller than her. He stared at her red lips that were opening and closing. He felt her eyelashes quivering in his palms. He stared at her quietly and said:
"yes."
He does not believe in gods and Buddhas in this life, but if the person he lost is the person in front of him, he greedily hopes that there will be an afterlife.
"Meow~"
The soft meow brought back the man's consciousness. Seven squatted on Jiang Wan's shoulder. He didn't understand why the male master exuded a world-shaking sense of grief at that moment.
Jiang Wan raised his hand and touched its tail, and Seven immediately wrapped its tail around his fingertips, as if to comfort him.
"Meow~"
"Are you thinking about her too?"
The man¡¯s voice was low and hoarse in the dark night.
"Meow~"
Seven¡¯s cry was low, far less high-pitched than before, and she seemed to feel his emotions.
Jiang Wang raised his hand and touched its back, but said no more.
One person and one cat walked in silence like this. When the moon rose above the willow branches, the corner of Fanjing Temple was finally near.
With black tiles and red walls, the temple stands on the top of the mountain, silent.
Jiang Wang stopped in front of the bronze red door and raised his hand to button it.
After a while, footsteps finally came from the yard.
"I don't know who the benefactor is outside the temple. It's dark and the temple does not accept incense for the time being."
Jiang Wang: "Please tell the abbot that my old friend has returned."
The young monk seemed to have informed him, and after a while, the temple door opened with a creak.
The young monk was young and wore a green shirt. When he saw Jiang Wan outside the door, he was a little surprised by his youth and outstanding appearance.
"The abbot is already waiting in the wing. Please come with me, please."
The little monk leads the way.
"No need, I agreeroad. "
Jiang Wan held the white cat in his arms and walked towards the abbot's wing under the surprised eyes of the young monk.
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There were several oil lamps burning in the wing.
As soon as Jiang Wang walked to the door, before he knocked on the door, the person inside spoke.
"come in."
The man¡¯s hand that was about to knock on the door paused, and then he changed his hand to push the door, and pushed the door softly and entered.
With curiosity in his eyes, Seven jumped out of his arms and walked around the house, feeling a strong desire to explore new places.
Jiang Wan saw the old man sitting cross-legged on the couch at a glance. Compared to the last time they met, he seemed much older, and the black hair hidden between the silver threads was completely gone.
Jiang Wang stared at him for a long time and finally said:
"Master."
The old man on the couch finally slowly opened his eyes.
"Donor Jiang, you and I have no relationship between master and disciple."
Jiang Wan¡¯s expression did not change: ¡°But you are Xiao Qi¡¯s master.¡±
The abbot sighed inaudibly: "you finally remembered it."
Jiang Wang did not speak.
The abbot clasped his hands together and said: "The fate of fate gathering and dispersing has its own destiny. If your obsession is too deep, it will harm others and yourself."
Jiang Wan¡¯s lips taunted with a smile.
He is not a Buddhist, so how can he have six pure roots?
This time he came to Fanjing because he wanted an answer.
"Master, you know Nian Nian, right?"
He watched closely for his reaction.
The abbot looked at him and sighed again in his heart:
"So what."
This child has always been alert, so on the surface he was asking him a question, but he already had the answer in his mind. The extra question was just to test his reaction.
Jiang Wan's fingertips trembled slightly: "but Nian Nian doesn't know you."
Because of hyperamnesia, he has a photographic memory. To this day, he can still remember the scene of that day. The abbot's words, "An old friend comes here," have become his inner demon in the past two days.
Abbot: "Amitabha, Donor Jiang, what exactly do you want to ask?"
Jiang Wan didn¡¯t know what he wanted to ask, but he had a strong premonition in his heart. It was ridiculous, but it haunted him all the time.
"Is she really dead"
He shook his head slightly, denying himself.
"But I always feel that she is not dead yet, she is very close to me"
He raised his eyes to look at the abbot, his dark eyes stubborn.
"Master, you said at the beginning that my fate with Xiao Qi was not over yet. Today I want to ask for an answer again."
The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed toward the east. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Wan:
"To this day, the poor monk still has the same answer as before."
Jiang Wan¡¯s eyes were trembling, his brows were furrowed, and he looked at the abbot stubbornly.
"Where is she?"
The abbot shook his head: "The secret must not be leaked. When the time comes, the answer will naturally clear away the clouds and reveal itself to the light of day."
After so many years, he still has the same answer. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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