A low-key old story

The sandalwood incense in front of the Buddhist hall curls up, and the sound of the slow wooden fish fades away.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha is a slim man, holding a string of beads in one hand and knocking on a wooden fish with the other.He had already forgotten how long he had been kneeling here, with only a green lantern beside him.

A strong wind blew outside the house, and the sky quickly darkened, and the wick was blown to the point of dying.

"You never believed in Buddhism." The lazy voice sounded like him who was doing nothing in Xingyunzong.

Rong Su paused for a moment when he knocked Muyu's hand, and then said slowly, "But I believe in you."

The person leaning against the door chuckled softly: "In that case, why don't you look back?"

Rong Su didn't look back, the fingers holding Qianzhi turned slightly white, and the sound of the wooden fish quickened a little.

"Because you dare not," the man came up behind him as soon as he moved, and his palms were weightless on his shoulders, "you know he is dead."

The torrential rain poured down, dripping down the beams of the house that had been in disrepair for a long time.The green light went out with a "pop", and the sound of the wooden fish did not sound again, and the whole Buddhist hall was silent only the sound of raindrops falling.

"He's a sky demon, and he doesn't enter reincarnation. Once he dies, his soul won't stay." The man withdrew his hand, walked around in front of his eyes, and said with a smile, "You are so pitiful enough to believe in a companion angel." What about a demon? He will just make you wait endlessly until your life energy is exhausted."

"Who are you? You are a heavenly demon, the monarch of the demonic way. Do you really want to abandon the prosperity of the world and spend the rest of your life here?"

The thunder roared and the thunder flashed, illuminating the scene of the fiasco in the old Buddhist hall.

From the beginning to the end, there was only one person in front of the Buddha, a man with silver hair.

"Being born as a demon is not what I want. He violated the way of heaven and protected me so far. This kind of grace is not enough in this life." Rong Su stood up, looked directly at the ancient Buddha, his eyes were peaceful, "No matter how long it takes, a thousand years , Ten thousand years, I will wait."

Cang Huo asked Rong Su to take away the scrap iron, and then retreated in Wanqing Cave.Rong Su knelt in front of the Buddha for 2000 years, and finally waited for a trace of movement.Wanqing's cave door will open at any moment, after Rong Su stood guard in front of the cave door for more than ten days, the cave door opened wide, and two figures rushed out one after the other.

Cang Huo seemed to be getting older, and when he saw him, he nodded slightly, and left spontaneously.

Zhen Jinglan is more mature than before rebirth, he no longer looks like a young man who can hardly recognize whether he is a new disciple or an elder among the disciples.

All the anxiety in Rong Su's heart turned into peace, and he stood up holding the scroll, as if he had never been separated, and smiled naturally: "Jing Lan."

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How many seas in the world have turned into mulberry fields, and this story has gone round and round and returned to the original point.The four of Gu Yueli woke up like a dream, Xingyun Sect sank to the bottom of the sea, and no one remembered that there was such a sect.It's not that the way of heaven is indifferent, but that there is a certain destiny in the dark, and it turns out that it is a big dream after all.

I still chose to stay, no matter whether I still have concerns or not, this is my homeland after all.

Where the heart is going, just follow the past.

(Finish)

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