I, C, attend the funeral

In Zihe's villa, the harsh sunlight shines through the light gauze curtains, and when it shines on the ground, it is soft and warm.

Zihe sat on the carpet, put his treasures in front of him, and showed off to the little one one by one.

"This is a broken sword. I got it from Ziyan. At that time, I just went down the mountain, and he suddenly jumped out of the darkness, which scared me so much. It turned out that he came out to ask me for permission."

Recalling Gouzi's dirty, neither human nor dog appearance at that time, Zihe wanted to laugh—it was warmth, distress, and the ease of everything after the rain.

Zhao Yin nodded.

"This sword was given to me by you." Zihe touched a piece of iron, in fact, it is no longer discernible now that it was once a sword.

Zihe picked up another talisman paper bag, "This is a Chinese New Year..."

He took them out one by one and dangled in front of Zhao Yin, recalling how he picked them up and how they became his things once.

As a result, after talking for a long time, Zihe realized that his terribly small eyes seemed to have been on that irregular metal box—he had never been able to open it.

It was something he found at the Huanfu Mansion Restoration Center next to the overpass. He couldn't open it after trying all kinds of methods, so he kept it there.

This iron box was also given to Zhao Yin in his last life.

At that time, he asked the master how to open it, and the master said that at a certain moment, it will be opened naturally.

But so far...

"What is this, do you remember?" Zihe held it in his hand and asked Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin looked up at Zihe, and then reached out to take the irregular iron box.

He stroked the box, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"You always asked me before, who will take over my position and be the next master of Zixuan Temple."

While talking, Zhao Yin twisted gently after identifying the many corners and faces of the box.

Accompanied by the rattling sound of metal organs, Zhao Yin continued: "Sometimes, you will ask me if you can be the master of the temple."

During the last twist, Zhao Yin paused.

He turned his head to look at the pale disciple Hanba, who was bathed in the sun, with his brows stretched out and a smile on his lips.

Zihe raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled.

"Click!" With the last twist, the metal spring made a crisp sound.

Zhao Yin opened the irregular cover of the metal box, revealing something inside.

Xiao Shiyi said that he had never seen this thing before.

Although the second senior brother told Zihe that he was there before his death in the previous life, in fact, the second senior brother had never seen him.

Emerald green jade was carved into the shape of a sword handle, buckled in the box.

It was Zhao Yin who established the Zixuan temple and set up the mountain guard array, the master seal of the magic weapon temple made by himself.

In the years when the aura is abundant, only by obtaining this thing can one control the Great Array of Shoushan Fengshui.

Owning it is the owner of Zixuan Temple.

Zhao Yin took it out, the luster of the jade was still there, warm and deep.

He put it in Zihe's palm.

Zihe looked down at the Guanzhu seal, recalling all kinds of past lives, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

The sun is warm and moist, and the breeze is blowing.

It's spring.

The author has something to say: Little Eleven: Brother Jiu, you gave me the seal of the temple master. (Being a temple master for so many years, he has worked hard and endured hardships, but he has never even touched the temple master's seal.)

Zihe: No, it’s my confidence from Little Terrible. (In the last life, he booked me, this is evidence.)

Little Eleven: ...