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Time in the world for decades has said that slowness is extremely slow. For example, when you stand alone in a mountain temple, every finger is like a lifetime, and you never see the end. The novel is fast and extremely fast, in a blink of an eye, it is Baiyun Canggou, and the East China Sea rises.

The years in Dazao Temple are always so fast and slow, so that after a long time, the same lamp ca n’t remember how many years you have lit the lamp, you can only judge the time by the occasional disaster and pain day--

The man became ill and soon recovered;

The man survived a disaster;

That man's life is over;

Life is always difficult to tell, there are long and short, the same lamp for the disaster is pain, not life. Therefore, the man did not live long, but even if he died, it was painless and closed his eyes quietly.

Emperor I, Emperor I, Beggar I, Sami I ...

The ups and downs of Thai are always alternating, so that man has not lived a long life since the emperor, but in just a few hundred years, he has been in reincarnation several times. After all, Sha Mi of the last life only lived for more than 30 years. Although all the pain at the time of death was borne by the same lamp, it was still a pity that he had a short life.

However, in this life, the calamity and pain that fell on that person seemed to be much less, so that for the whole sixteen years, Tong Deng only had to bear for him a larger amount of pain, and the rest was a trivial matter.

Although it is good to have fewer disasters, on the other hand, there are fewer implication.

In the past 16 years, Tong Deng has been staying in this Dazao Temple. If it wasn't for Xuan Mian and Xue Xian would come from time to time, he would fear that even Xianxian had repaired several rounds.

However, in these years, Jiang Songshan has more people than before. Because after the First World War in Heishitan more than 30 years ago, the Taibu of Taichang Temple knew the significance of Dazao Temple to the state master. Within a few years, a single house and a door plaque were added to the mountainside of Jiang Songshan The seal of the imperial court was affixed to the grounds of the guardians.

The mountain guards picked experienced mountain husbands, and they ate a little bite, and simply guarded the mountains.

What he has to do is not difficult. It is to regularly visit the mountains and watch people passing by to prevent ordinary people from boarding Jiangsongshan at will. After all, the same lamp in the Dazao Temple may occasionally be damaged for people. There is always danger of being implicated. If there is a sudden thunder in the mountains, report it to the Yamen in time, so as not to burn the mountain again.

Although there is one more person, in fact, the mountain guards only walk along the mountainside, and will not risklessly follow the old stone steps and go around the deserted Dazao Temple. Therefore, the mountain guardian and Tongdeng almost did not violate the river water. After thirty years, Tongdeng had never seen him once, but only knew that there was such a person.

Early in the spring of a certain year, the mist in the mountains had not yet cleared, and a young man was carrying a gray cloth bag up the mountain. The cold air left by twilight has not completely disappeared, and the mountains are still wet, but the young man pulled his sleeves to his forearms, exposing thin and lean muscles.

His skin wasn't pale, and at first glance he worked and grew up under the sun. His hair was high and meticulous, his muscles were everywhere and his whole body exuded his unique spirit.

He was the son of the last mountain-keeper, and now he is here to take over the position of the mountain-keeper.

The boy stopped at the hillside house on the mountainside, unpacked and entered the door. He placed the bag on the bed in the back, glanced at the interior layout again, and cleaned up skillfully, picked up the wooden barrel in the room, closed the door with his hands, and walked deep into the mountains.

He meant to get some water over the mountain stream, but stopped when he passed a stone staircase.

He knew this stone staircase, and walked along it all the way, or it would not take long to reach the top of the mountain, and the legendary ghost temple was above it. For some reason, every time a young man hears people talk about a ghost temple, he feels an inexplicable emotion.

He always felt that a long time ago, he seemed to have crossed several mountain shadows, looked at the ghost temple from a distance, and even saw the silent lights in the ghost temple.

But this is impossible. After all, the place where he lives is on the outskirts of the county, not on the hill, and it is impossible to see such a scene. Besides, I don't know why. Whenever I think of the ghost temple, he always has a feeling of ignorance.

Now he was standing in front of the stone steps, and the inexplicable feeling came suddenly.

The boy hesitated a little, and then simply raised his foot up the stone steps. It is rumored that this ghost temple has been deserted for hundreds of years, and no one has ever been, quiet and lonely. The more he went to the top of the mountain, the quieter it became.

If it were an ordinary person, he might feel a little panicked, but he didn't even feel a little timid, and reached the top step by step.

Osawa-ji Temple is much better than he thought, but also much more deserted.

It is intact because the front hall and the pagoda can hardly see any burned traces, and even the gate of the temple stands upright, but it is full of wind and frost. The shortage is because when the winter ’s meaning has not been cleared a few days ago, there was a snowfall and people in the county came and went. The snow was trampled down, but there was still a blankness in this mountain temple White, the feeling of loneliness is even more serious.

The temple door was half open, and the boy looked a little outside the door, but it was not complete. He didn't know what kind of thought he was out of, and the ghost sent his hand to open the temple door.

Squeak--

The door of the temple made a sour and old-sounding sound, and everything inside the door fell into the eyes of the teenager without obstruction.

When the boy was still holding his breath, he looked at a place with a slight expression, and couldn't speak for a long time—

He saw on the long and empty steps of the ancient temple treasure hall, standing quietly a figure, tall and thin, and white robes were spotlessly clean, showing a century of loneliness in the vastness of the snow.

"You are ..." When the boy returned to God, he found that he had walked into the temple unconsciously and stood under the steps. He looked up at the white shadow, frowning slightly, wondering: "Who are you? How can you be in this ghost temple?"

The monk in the white robe froze, staring at the teenager's eyebrows, seeming to understand what seemed to be hesitant, "Can you see me?"

The boy hesitated and nodded.

This year is the year of Guiyi, a full 17 years before the death of Nasha Mi, 37 full years from the First Battle of Heishitan, and more than a hundred years from the death of Tong Deng.

When there is no more sitting, the confidant can meet again.

In the distance, a few white lights flashed, and a muffled sound rolled along the sky. The first thunderstorm of the year came, and the lush spring in the mountains is not far away ...

Thousands of miles away, the most famous restaurants in Ningyang County, Huizhou Prefecture, are as crowded as ever.

Xue Xian and Xuan Mian, who had just finished raining, stood at the door, glanced into the shop.

Half an hour ago, Xue Xian was still raining across the river. It was only a bit guilty after he finished the cloth, and he wanted to eat "Peach Roasted Pork" under his whim. Xuan Merci had no objection to his request, so the two came to this Jiuweiju by travelling thousands of miles.

When Xue Xian entered the store, he rushed to Xuan mercy and said, "When I settled in Ningyang County, I saw all the signs of this restaurant. But at that time, it was inconvenient to move. It was Jiang Nening's nerd who helped me buy it. I don't know Thirty years have passed, and the taste of those dishes has changed. "

Xuan Mian glanced at the early stand outside the house and said, "Hmm", "I remember here."

"Well? Have you been here before?" Xue Xian stunned.

"I went to the Jiangjia Medical Church to catch you that day, and I did exactly what the restaurant's court asked." Xuan Mian explained softly.

After thousands of years of living, if you remember everything clearly and clearly, your mind will not be enough. Xue Xian always only remembers some special people or things, just like he remembers how Xuan Merci shoveled him from the side of the Jiangjia Medical Church's side of the house. He also faintly remembers people who met the door when he went out, but thought Can't get up with any other people who were there.

He was mentioned by Xuan Mian, and he had a faint impression, saying, "It seems that there is such a person, I can't remember it clearly."

The second child of this Jiuweiju was very enthusiastic. When they saw the two people entering the store, they did n’t say they were full. They just smiled at them and said that all the food in Jiuweiju can be packed and taken back. If you do n’t mind, There are two tables with fewer guests, so you can sit together.

The bamboo house where Xue Xian and Xuan Mercy lived was separated by the river, even though there were no more than a thousand miles to go. It was too ridiculous to take a food container to the sky. So Xue Xian used his eyes to ask Xuanwen this particular person, and then he waved his hand and rushed to Xiao Er: "Anyway, sit together."

"Oh! I neglected the two, our boss and the wife said, the silver money for sitting together is halved." Xiao Er led the two to a table with a smile.

This table is really small. There is only one person, born innocent, and looks like a scholar, but the clothes are at least a rich man.

Jo Mo is not many scholars who have left an impression in Xue Xian's memory, and even fewer are familiar. Therefore, when he looked at the scholars all over the world, he felt the shadow of Jiang Shining.

No, he turned to Xuan Mercy and said, "This man looks a bit like that nerd."

Again……

Xuan Merci was quite speechless, squeezed his chin, and motioned him to sit down and stop standing stupid.

The scholar ’s dish was just the same. When they saw them sitting down, they smiled at them kindly, raised their fingers and pointed at their share of pottery chicken, and rushed to the two: "It ’s also a fate to sit at a table. eat."

He smiled even more like Jiang Shining, and Xue Xian talked to him in disregard.

The two next to each other did not say that what they saw was almost the same. After Xiao Er successively served the dishes, they both laughed, because the dishes they ordered were exactly the same.

"It's really a fate, I don't hide it. The first time I saw the two, I felt a little good." The scholar smiled mildly, "It seems like he met an old man."

Xue Xian hesitated and turned to look at Xuan Mian, looked at the scholar again, and said with a corner of his mouth, "Coincidentally, we also think that you are like an old man. Maybe it is old friendship in my lifetime."

...

This meal made Xue Xian happy, physically and mentally. Before leaving, he also left three scholars with paper notes, saying that if there was a need for help in the future, he would be there immediately.

Until returning to the Bamboo Tower, Xue Xian's mouth smiled slightly.

"Have you seen his face?" He said to Xuan Xuan Mercy, "this life is a blessed man, and he lives a hundred years."

Xuan Mian looked at him for a long time and said for a long time, only nodded "um", then pinched his chin and sealed his lips.

The black bird just saw the kiss, and he ran away and ran away, and seemed to be afraid to see some blind scenes.

The two entangled in the middle of the night, finally calmed down and fell asleep with each other.

Among the shallow sleeps, it is easiest to fall into chaotic dreams. Xuan Merci suddenly felt that he was back in the stone room on the ground floor of Zhulou. Xue Xian stood next to him and was very close to him. He squinted and said, "You owe me a lot. Now, I just need you a little bit of hard work, do you give it or not? "There was an evil spirit in his face, and a deep hatred.

He closed his eyes and didn't let it go. Ren Xue Xian was buried between his neck, biting through his skin and sucking in a blood.

When Xue Xian stood up straight again, a trace of blood stained the corners of his hateful mouth, which seemed obtrusive and dazzling on his plain face.

Xuan Mian raised his hand and wanted to help him clean the blood, but when he raised his hand halfway, he was touched by the people around him.

"Dream?" Someone asked him in a low voice.

Xuan Merci opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the person in the dream was looking at him with his head supported, and the evil spirit and hatred in the dream were no longer there, and even the corner of his mouth was still smiling.

He hesitated for a while, finally reacted again, and dreamed of the demon once again.

This flayer has been following him since the First World War, and from time to time he will come up in his mind, sometimes during meditation, during recuperation, or during a break. Afraid of the back.

But after more than three decades, this demon finally appeared less and less. In recent years, there have been only a few times. Maybe one or two years later, I will never dream about it again. He seemed like a hindsight man, and after spending so long, he finally came out of those guilt and regrets that could not be put aside.

Just because the people around are always there, how lucky it is.

Xuan Mian's dark eyes quietly looked at Xue Xian for a moment, and suddenly rolled over and pressed over. The kiss that fell between Xue Xian's lips was a little heavy and full of sorrow.

Xue Xian responded without feeling angry: "Do you still want to be out of the door for a few days ..."

This entanglement is a long time.

After Hu Tian's battle in the dark, Xue Xian lazily leaned on Xuan Mian's shoulders lazily, scratching his chin with his fingers, casually: "I feel more and more, you are serious All looks are pretended, I just mentioned a few words to others, you just rub me like this, don't give me a good day ... "

In his voice, there was a dumb taste of passion and lust, and when he complained, he could only see idleness and lameness. It was obvious that he just moved his mouth to make fun.

It took more than thirty years to realize this, and it was really a personal talent.

The black bird cub outside the house couldn't hear the two of them, so he sneaked up again, and when he fell by the window, he heard the words of Xue Xian, and immediately felt that his eyes were blind and the birds were deaf. He rushed into the house. The man took a sip of life.

Xue Xian, who was still lazy, immediately came to the spirit, raised his hand and pointed at the black bird cub, and was not good-natured: "The guts are fat, I dare to stab you, please try again and keep the roasted meat tonight . "

Blackbird: "Oh!"

Then he kept screaming and wandering away, as if taking a slow step would be dead.

Xue Xian: "..."

Xuan Mian sat against the wall, quietly watching someone quarrel with the bird in earnest.

So Xue Xian turned around and saw the corner of Xuan Mian's mouth closed.

He froze immediately. "Don't you just laugh?"

Xuan Mian's face was indifferent, and the eight winds did not move: "Never."

Xue Xian glared at him for a while, "I saw it!"

Hyun Mercy remained in the same position: "Wrong."

Xue Xian: "... laugh one more time?"

Xuan Merci didn't hesitate to help Xue Xian pull up his clothes, and calmly got out of bed. After packing, he turned to ask Xue Xian: "Will you go to Daze Temple?"

"Go to a ghost! You laugh first." Xue Xian said as he couldn't help getting out of bed and moving his hands and feet, and was making a noise, the fleeing black bird cub was back again.

This time I brought back a carrier pigeon, and the letter from Taichang Temple was tied on the leg as always.

Xuanyi unrolled the tissue paper and looked at it carefully.

Xue Xian gathered up and asked, "What happened again?"

In recent years, Xuan Merci intentionally downplayed the position of National Teacher from the court. After all, it is always inappropriate to rely too much on the strength of one person. What's more, if you really want to save the world, you don't have to have such a position.

Letters from Taichang Temple are not as frequent as before, this time it is just too difficult to calculate the fierce luck this year, and routinely reported to him.

Xuan Merci closed the tissue and whispered to Xue Xian: "Nothing, it's another good year."

In this hustle and bustle of the world, what I want is nothing more than this, the debt will be paid, the grace will be reported, the promise will be fulfilled, and the love will be kept.

The weather is smooth and the mountains and rivers are Chang'an.

This life is no regret.