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After resting for a day at the hot springs, we were ready to head back.

They did not go directly back to their hometown. On the way, Zhang Qiling took the lead and went to the Lama Temple.

Wu Xie still remembered the scene when he came with Zhang Qiling.

Solemn and sacred, the monks in the temple stood on both sides, like gods coming to greet them.

This time they did not come once every ten years, so there were no monks to greet them.

The temple was a little desolate in the cold wind, and faint Buddhist sounds came from inside.

Crossing the threshold, there is a young monk sweeping snow inside. When he saw someone coming in, he put down the broom in his hand.

The young monk bowed, looked at Zhang Qiling and said, "Amitabha, where do our guests come from and where are they going?"

This sentence was taught by the old monk. If you see the person in the portrait, you must keep him.

"Coming from the snowy mountains," Zhang Qiling paused and looked at Wu Xie and Fatty: "Go outside, it's a bit cold and come to the temple to get warm."

Little monk: "Everyone, please come with me."

The young monk led the way to the side room and told Zhang Qiling to wait a moment and the master would come to see him.

After the young monk left, Wu Xie looked around. Turning around to look at Fatty, Fatty didn't speak during the entire journey, which was strange.

"Fat man."

Fatty: "What's wrong?"

Wu Xie: "What's wrong with you? Are you worried? I didn't see you talking during the whole journey."

The fat man found a place to sit down and sighed.

"I feel as if I have been here before, and there is a memory in my mind that does not belong to me."

Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling looked at the fat man. Could it be that he was back too?

Wu Xie: "What memories are...?"

"You were crying at the gate of the temple, and you kept crying, and then you stopped crying." The fat man scratched his head, "Fat man, is it possible that my memory is confused?"

Wu Xie was stunned, he really had a clear understanding of what memories he thought of at the door, and the fat man also appeared a little bit.

He glanced at Zhang Qiling, smiled and said, "It's because of memory confusion. You must have been dreaming on the road, right? Can this scare me into crying?"

The fat man curled his lips. Who could fall asleep while walking and have a dream at the same time? I don’t even take it seriously when I lie.

Wu Xie sat in a daze at the door. This time it was his turn to be dazed first. Not long after, the master took Zhang Qiling to another courtyard to talk.

"Innocent, the big monk just seemed to know the little brother, but he felt like he didn't know him." The fat man looked around furtively and continued: "He won't trick the little brother away, right?"

"will not."

That's how his followers could deceive gods.

"Hey, innocent, where are you going?"

When the fat man saw Wu Xie walking alone, he quickly followed him, fearing that he would do something bad again.

The fat man kept talking along the way, and Wu Xie responded perfunctorily. The direction was clear and we went to a desolate, lonely courtyard that was deserted all year round.

When the fat man saw Wu Xie lingering at the door for a long time, he stuck his head out and took a look into the yard.

So, is it the little brother?

"Innocent, how do you know that little brother is here?"

Wu Xie stopped the fat man and did not go in. He stood quietly in the snow and watched.

When Zhang Qiling came back, Wu Xie and Fatty had also just come back. Wu Xie and Fatty were a little confused when they saw snowflakes falling on their bodies.

"Where have you been?"

He reached out to help Wu Xie flick the falling snow off his shoulders.

Fatty: "We went to look for you, but we didn't go in. We just stood at the door and watched you doing what you were doing in the yard."

The fat man took a strange look at the little brother's clothes. There were no wet marks left by the falling snow.