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    He Ke was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this immortal made such a request. He said blankly: "Painting?"

    Xie Ke said: "Yeah."

    He Ke scratched his head: "Well, actually you don't need me to take you with you. You can go directly to see my grandmother. She really wants to see you."

    After all, he is her grandson¡¯s savior.

    Xie Ke looked at the young man seriously, then smiled: "Okay. When will she have time?"

    The young man said: "Tomorrow, oh no, the day after tomorrow, my grandma has something to do and she has to go to the temple to worship Buddha."

    "Go to the temple?"

    He Ke nodded and said: "Grandma said that what happened to me was because of too much bad luck. She wanted to pray for me."

    Xie Ke nodded, with a plan in mind.

    Going to the temple?

    You can also visit, but it may be more convenient for him to go when the person is away.

    There are many temples in Suoyun City, the most famous one is Huiguang Temple in the suburbs.  Huiguang Temple has a long history and is popular with many people.  He is even slightly famous throughout the country.

    The next day, Xie Ke got up early in the morning and stood on the wall of He Mansion.

    Watching the old man from the He Mansion getting into the sedan with the help of the maid, he was leaning on crutches.

    The old man¡¯s white hair was neatly tied up, and his clothes were black. From a distance, he couldn¡¯t see the old man¡¯s appearance clearly, but her whole person exuded a serious feeling.

    Whether a person is old or not can actually be seen from his appearance, from his behavior, demeanor, and many details.  However, Xie Ke could not detect any trace of old-fashionedness from this grandmother of the He family.

    The crutch is more like a meaningless decoration. The old man walks with a wind, his eyebrows have no trace of color, and the maid's support is just a meaning.

    interesting.

    Xie Ke, who originally wanted to wait for the old man to leave, then go to the old man¡¯s room to take a look, suddenly changed his mind.  Decided to observe the old man more.

    The old man's feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and he was probably heading in the right direction.

    We followed the carriage all the way to the outskirts.

    Huiguang Temple is at the foot of the mountain. There is a small pool in front of the temple. The white stone beside the pool is carved with a coiled dragon. There are many flowers and plants planted in the pool.  When you enter the temple, the first thing you see is the main hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people.

    The golden body of Buddha sits on a lotus platform.

    There are dozens of futons under the stage, with faithful men and women kneeling on them, closing their eyes and praying for their wishes.

    Mrs. He is a frequent visitor here and has a good relationship with the abbot of the temple. After kneeling in the main hall, she was led by the young monk and walked inside.

    ??Introduced into a Zen room deep in the temple forest.

    Xie Ke stood on a green bamboo pole and could see the scene inside through the half-closed screen window. He could even hear the conversation between the two with his spiritual consciousness.

    The host took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve. There were dozens of sticks in the tube. He placed it in front of Mrs. He. The host asked: "Why don't you try again."

    Mrs. He looked slightly hesitant, "But this time I am only here for my grandson."

    The host said: "Since you came today, I feel that you are a little different from the past. Maybe that matter should have an ending."

    Mrs. He looked startled, but she suppressed her questions. Her fingers trembled a little as she put them into the bamboo tube. She closed her eyes and took out one at random.

    She opened her eyes, but did not dare to look at the thing above. She just handed it to the host and said, "What does this mean?"

    From Xie Ke¡¯s perspective, I could only see the host looking at the lottery for a long time, then raising his eyebrows, letting out a slight sigh, and finally a smile appeared on his calm face.

    Mrs. He asked nervously: "What is it?"

    The host replied: "Let me sign."

    Mrs. He's eyes widened, "Seriously?"

    The host said: "Probably for you, it's signed."

    Mrs. He looked ecstatic, with tears almost coming out of her eyes. She stood up, bowed respectfully to the host, and thanked her repeatedly.

    Xie Ke kept this scene in mind and thought about it.  Then while Mrs. He was still staying here, she returned to the He family.

    He walked very fast.

    But he didn¡¯t know that after he left, a young monk ran panting from outside, walked through the bamboo forest, went deep into the temple, and told the abbot that there was an immortal outside the temple who wanted to see him.

    Back at He Mansion, Xie Ke went directly to Mrs. He's room. With a little magic, he entered easily.

    Mrs. He's room was heavily incense-scented, with a faint scent of ink.  Heavy tones, indigo curtains, black tables and chairs, he walked around the curtains and saw?That painting is hung in the middle.

    In such a depressing room, the girl in wedding dress is so bright that it seems to be able to get rid of all the darkness.

    There seemed to be light in her eyes.

    Riding on the white fox.

    Like a blood-stained dress, a golden bell dangles lightly.

    When the brightness reaches the extreme, it will give rise to a certain clarity.

    The plum blossom makeup between the eyebrows is eye-catching.

    She lowered her eyes and looked at the scene in the world, which was fixed in a splendor that would be passed down from generation to generation.

    He Qing.

    ??White fox.

    Xie Ke only looked at the white fox under her seat.

    The white fox¡¯s eyes are blood red.

    It¡¯s as red as the bride¡¯s wedding dress.

    At first glance, he is no ordinary fox.

    He looked at it for a while, but couldn't come to any conclusion.

    With the fragrance of incense and ink, he used his spiritual consciousness to penetrate the essence and smell a woody fragrance, the fragrance of cypress.

    Cypress wood.

    He had seen the beds, tables and chairs in the old man¡¯s room, but none of them were made of this kind of wood.

    Xie Ke walked towards the place where the fragrance of cypress was strong.

    The closer we walked, the closer we got to the painting.

    He reached out and felt around the painting, but couldn't find the mechanism.  Xie Ke thought for a while, lifted the painting, and saw a small square box.

    The box couldn¡¯t be picked up at all, and he couldn¡¯t open it. After playing with it a few times, he found that the box could be moved.

    This is an agency?

    Xie Ke heard the sound of wooden boards twitching from under the old man's bed.

    He squatted down, lit a fire with his fingertips, and saw that under the old man's bed, the wooden board automatically opened, revealing a huge pit.

    Inside the pit.

    There was a coffin lying there.

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    Didn¡¯t catch the high-speed train

    Didn¡¯t catch the subway

    That¡¯s really fucked up

    Let¡¯s be short today.

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