As a supporting actress, she doesn’t follow the plot

At this time, the Ruyi Pearl on Gu Yixin's wrist flickered.

Seeing this, Song Ruohuai held her wrist, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

because.

The spiritual energy of the willow tree overflowed and entered Song Ruohuai's body as if he recognized his master.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie opened successfully, Song Ruohuai lay beside the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Amid the mist, Gu Yixin sat in front of the mountain gate with a dull expression, his eyes dull.

You can recognize it as Hanshan Temple, but no one comes in or out. If you look carefully, you will probably think that it is an abandoned temple.

Song Ruohuai did not come forward to disturb her. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie wanted to know the truth, so he could not disturb the person in the dream.

Especially under the influence of the memory beads, uncontrollable situations may occur.

"Ugh……"

Gu Yixin sat for a while, the sky was gloomy, and dark clouds hung on the horizon as if they were crumbling.

She got up and walked to the backyard of the temple, where there was a tomb with the word "Shi Yuan" written on it.

Song Ruohuai frowned and continued looking. Unexpectedly, this was Chu Hengyan's tomb.

It's really strange.

Gu Yixin knelt down to look at the barren tomb and said in a resentful tone, "When will you be reincarnated? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

She couldn't remember how long she had been waiting. Every time someone came here.

But something unexpected happened this time. The young monk did not come to the temple and did not keep his agreement with her.

The crow began to crow, hovering in the old crooked neck tree, flying twice before settling down.

Gu Yixin turned around in surprise, jumped up and waved to the crow: "You are finally here! Can you tell me his whereabouts?"

"Little Hua'er! The little monk is not here anymore. He wants to enter the world of mortals to realize enlightenment."

Gu Yixinyan was shocked, "What should I do? Then I won't be able to see him?"

"You have to wait a little longer. The young monk will enter the mortal world in this life, so you can wait another life."

Gu Yixin's eyes became dim and his tone was not very happy: "But I don't want to wait anymore..."

"I want to tell the little monk that I know what romantic love is."

The so-called romantic love means that she likes the little monk and waits for him no matter how long it takes.

Anyway, every time, the reincarnation of the little monk came to this temple to accompany her.

Recite sutras, meditate, carry water and chop firewood every day...

The crow shook its head, flapped its wings and flew away from the branch, "Little Hua'er, are you going to find him?"

"Go...but how do I leave the temple?"

Gu Yixin didn't know why, but he couldn't leave the temple too far every time.

Even if he leaves, he will still be around the temple when he wakes up the next day, which makes Xiao Hua'er very distressed.

It took a long time for the crow to give her some advice, "Mortals can be reincarnated as long as they die. Why don't you try it too?"

"good idea!"

Gu Yixin's eyes lit up, but another trouble lay in front of him.

"In reincarnation, I have to cross Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po soup. What if I forget him?"

"This is easy to handle. I have a friend in the Yinsi... He can arrange for you to get to know the young monk, and we can be together every day like now."

Gu Yixin laughed and his heart dropped: "Really?"

"Yes, this is what the world calls childhood sweethearts. Little Hua'er, you and the little monk will be childhood sweethearts from now on."

After Wu Wu finished speaking, he felt that this was not safe, "If that doesn't work, we will arrange a wedding scene with the fingertips to ensure that you can marry the young monk."

She smiled and said thanks: "Thank you."

The crow cawed and flew away before he knew it.

In order to be reincarnated as a human being smoothly, Gu Yixin made full preparations.

Before leaving, she felt it was not safe enough and stored her memories in the memory beads.

The Memory Bead was given to her friend Beng Jing, who was surprised to hear her idea.

"Do you really want to give up 400 years of cultivation and become a mortal? Do you know that a mortal's face will wither at seventy or eighty, and that counts as a lifetime?"

The Clam Spirit could not understand her actions, and felt that the Crow was not loyal enough.

The little monk will come back every time. There is no need for Xiao Hua'er to go to the mortal world to look for him in person.

Xiao Hua'er said with a smile: "But I like the little monk. The little monk wants to enter the world to marry a wife and have children... Then even if he comes back, he will no longer be my little monk."

The clam spirit couldn't believe it and put the memory bead in her hand into her own clam shell.

"Then you go, but let me warn you, even if you can come back... your cultivation will not come back."

She gave up 400 years of cultivation just to cultivate the fate of husband and wife with the young monk.

Song Ruohuai's lips curved into a smile, and he looked down at the girl. It turned out to be a scene of deep sadomasochism.

but.

What did the little monk pay? From beginning to end, little flowers followed him.

How can it be considered a romantic affair if one shaves one's head and picks one's head?

The scene changed, and Song Ruohuai found that he was in the capital, and the scene was different from today's scene.

The daughter born into the Yu family is Xiao Hua'er.

A block away, a baby was born in the Chu family a few days ago.

The scene after that is the past of the two growing up. The crow is not lying, it is exactly what it said, the two childhood sweethearts got married.

He lowered his eyes. He couldn't operate these things in his dream, so he could only turn back to Hanshan Temple.

After rummaging around Hanshan Temple for a long time, I saw nothing but eight white bones.

But there was something vaguely wrong with Hanshan Temple. He couldn't pry into what exactly was wrong.

The owner of the illusion is Chu Hengyan.

When the sun was setting in the west, Gu Yixin woke up quietly and stared blankly at the beam above his head.

Only then did she realize that there was someone beside her, Song Ruohuai's hand was still on her wrist.

Willow Awakening provided spiritual energy, but Gu Yixin still didn't think of it.

Those things in the dream were not actually hers...it was an intuition.

But his body was so weird, tears overflowed from the end of his eyes and silently fell to his ears.

"Uncomfortable?"

A voice sounded, Song Ruohuai raised his head to look at her face, his voice was calm.

Gu Yixin nodded weakly, his eyes red.

He got up from the bed, waved his hand to remove the restrictions on the outside, turned back to the table, and poured her water.

"What can you remember?"

Gu Yixin shook his head blankly, took the water from him, pursed his lips and said, "I can't remember. Those memories in the dream shouldn't be mine."

"Why so sure?"

Gu Yixin replied without thinking: "Because you are not in the dream."

Song Ruohuai's heart trembled slightly and his throat rolled, "You guessed it right."

The memory bead belongs to Yu Huai, and the person related to Yu Huai is Chu Hengyan.

Obviously, the little monk in the dream was Chu Hengyan, but he didn't see his true face.

"I'll just say..."

Gu Yixin calmed down and felt that Yu Huai's pure feelings made people sigh.

Because of her love, she entered the mortal world without hesitation and followed the little monk, but now she doesn't get what she wants.

The young monk's promise to marry her came to nothing.

400 years of cultivation have turned into ashes, 400 years of Hanshan Temple have been with you day and night, and eight lifetimes have been like a butterfly in a dream.

The only one trapped in Hanshan Temple is Yu Huai. The young monk only wants to understand Buddhism, and everything else is insignificant.

"If it were me, I wouldn't follow you like this."

Gu Yixin blinked and continued to drink from the water glass, "You are not willing to take a step towards me. It's no shame to abandon such a relationship."

She turned to look at the white man leaning on the door frame, "What do you think?"

"It makes sense."

Song Ruohuai nodded, agreeing very much with these words.