Wanton pampering!Chased by a coquettish boss

As night fell, Yan Ruixi leaned into Gu Yiqin's arms and fell into a deep sleep just like last night.

In the thick fog, the plaque with the words "Qiyin Temple" loomed in the dream.

At the foot of the mountain beyond the heavy mountains, a man walked through the snow with an umbrella.

The thin cheeks were lined with a sharp jawline, and the facial features were handsome. A hideous scar was vaguely exposed between the wrist bones, and sandalwood beads were strung between them to cover it. The beads were stained with snowflakes, and he gently stroked them away with a handkerchief.

The cold air around the body makes one shiver at the first glance. Only when wiping the beads, one can see a soft color, but there is an indescribable and obscure darkness.

Yun Qing followed him silently until he came to a bottomless staircase, closed his umbrella, knelt down and bowed up, with great piety and solemnity, but in his eyes was a bottomless despair.

Yun Qing held an umbrella for him, but it couldn't block the wind and snow.

Yun Qing's eyes turned slightly red, "Master, Miss Yan has been dead for ten years. You are torturing yourself by doing this."

The man turned a deaf ear and repeated his numb and pious movements. Yun Qing had no words.

I tried to persuade you too much, but it was of no use.

It wasn't until a long time passed that Yan Xi saw where they had arrived.

A cliff, Qingyun Temple.

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Yan Yuxi woke up from her dream.

He covered his chest with complicated eyes, and the past of hatred and sadness was peeled away, leaving only a touch of melancholy.

What is he asking for?

Because you repent, do you want to atone for your sins for the rest of your life?Qingyun Temple is the place where he kneels down and prays day after day.

"Xiao Xi'er, did you have a nightmare?"

The warm embrace of the man behind him came, bringing with it the pleasant scent of pine wood, and his voice was a little soft and hoarse.

"Well, it doesn't count. It's just that I dreamed about my death in my previous life again." She simply muttered a few words to him, then leaned into his arms.

The past is like smoke, she only needs to cherish the people in front of her.

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Early the next morning, we set off to Qingyun Temple.

Yan Yuxi and Gu Yiqin walked in front, followed by Yun Qing.

As far as the eye can see are endless stairs.There are not as many people coming as before, and some people come here to kneel down and worship the 99 stairs.

After the heavy snowfall, half of the steps were snowy and half were blue-grey. Yan Xi was afraid of slipping and falling, so she grabbed Gu Yiqin's hand and walked up step by step.

I always felt that the air after the snow was thin and cold, and the scene was undoubtedly the same as in my dream.

"It seems that maybe there really is a destiny." Yan Naixi looked up and whispered to Gu Yiqin, "It seemed to be here in my dream before."

Gu Yiqin understood, holding her hand and lowering his eyebrows.Since his personality merged and he got what he wanted, he has never dreamed about those dreams in his previous life. He only occasionally heard her say a few incomplete dreams about her dream.

About what will happen to "him" after she dies.

He knelt down and worshiped at Qingyun Temple, hoping to atone for his sins.Gu Yiqin thought so.

After more than an hour, the three of them reached the famous steps.At the feet of the Buddha, there are 99 stairs. The morning sun has completely cleared away the clouds and mist, falling on the backs of several kneeling figures.

There are monks practicing as well as pilgrims praying sincerely.

Leading Gu Yiqin up, she heard him say, "It is rumored that the founder of Qingyun Temple is very mysterious and has never lived in a fixed place. She and Master Mingwu are brothers and sisters. She is better at figuring out the fate of the world, and countless people want to ask for one." sign."

"More mysterious than Master Mingwu?" Yan Yuxi asked curiously.

Gu Yiqin said, "Well, even the name is unknown."

"Oh, you haven't even seen it?" Yan Yuxi continued to ask curiously.

Hearing this, Gu Yiqin seemed to pause, and looked at her with a subtle expression, "Perhaps, I've seen her before. But I haven't met her officially."

Yan Xixi became interested after saying this.

"She has no fixed abode and is never in the temple?"

Gu Yiqin did not comment and looked at her again, "Do you want to see me?"

<divclass="contentadv">It looked like he would dig up his whereabouts if she said she wanted to meet him.

"This matter is about fate. Since I have nothing to ask for, it doesn't matter whether I see you or not."

She raised her lips and smiled, her sparkling almond eyes seemed to be filled with emotion, looking at him intently.

Gu Yiqin's eyes trembled slightly, he held her hand tighter and continued to move forward.

Yun Qing silently acted as an invisible person behind her.

After a long time, the three finally arrived at Qingyun Temple.

This temple stands on the top of a cliff, surrounded by towering ancient trees, as if it is one with the heaven and earth, dancing with the mountains and rivers.

Simple and elegant, with mottled stone walls, it seems to tell the vicissitudes of thousands of years.The glazed tiles are shining with golden light and stained with snow stains, making them even more solemn and mysterious.

Yan Yuxi stood in front of the temple, overlooking the mountains in the distance and the flowing water up close.

Walking into the temple, there is a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha in the center of the main hall, which makes people feel humble and awe at a glance.

Yan Aixi and Gu Yiqin worshiped each other devoutly, hugging sandalwood, and Yan Aixi quietly closed her eyes.

At this moment, she was surrounded by unprecedented relief.

I thought to myself, wishing all the dust would settle.

While holding Gu Yiqin's hand and walking back, the young monk at the side suddenly stepped forward, bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"The two donors are staying. The Taoist priest wants to see you two in the tea room."

Yan Yuxi glanced at Gu Yiqin subconsciously, then looked at the young monk, "Who is your Taoist priest?"

"The owner of Qingyun Temple." The young monk answered.

Yan Yuxi looked at Gu Yiqin, and when she received Gu Yiqin's approval eyes, she turned to the young monk and said, "Okay."

Curious in his heart, he led Gu Yiqin and followed the young monk to a tea room.

There is still a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha in the house, and the sandalwood is far away.

The old man with white hair sat on the ground, his elegant gray robe hanging down his legs, and a shawl draped over his shoulders. His face was full of vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were deep, sharp and clear.

Gu Yiqin's eyes were fixed on the old man's face and he said calmly, "Doctor Kui."

The latter smiled politely and nodded.

Yan Yuxi was stunned for a moment, and then was led into the tea room by Gu Yiqin.

When they sat down, a middle-aged woman came in to pour tea for the two of them, and then stood quietly behind Kui Min.The three of them had a brief chat, and only then did Yan Xi know what Gu Yiqin meant by "maybe I've seen him before".

"How did Mr. Gu guess it?" Kui Min said with a smile. There was no trace of surprise on Gu Yiqin's face just now.

"Your shawl." Gu Yiqin said calmly, "During the diagnosis and treatment, I saw the embroidered characters on it, which are the three characters of Qiyin Temple. But it is just a guess, not very sure."

"It turns out that the Taoist priest was the mysterious doctor who cured him." Yan Ruixi had heard Gu Yiqin mention the name Kuimin.

Kui Min nodded lightly and said, "Mr. Gu has a close relationship with Qiyin Temple."

"There are some things that I would like to thank Taoist Master for." Gu Yiqin said sincerely, with a tacit understanding between them.He didn't pry too much into the destiny, but just chatted casually.

In my heart, I thought that if I turn around, Yun Qing will have twice as much incense money.

At the end, Kui Min suddenly said, "That way, I feel relieved."

Kui Min looked at them, and finally raised his hand to signal the middle-aged woman to send them away.