Chapter 1121 You and Her Fate Is Not Over

"Little dumb, if one day you lose something very important, will you bow and kowtow and ascend the Tao of Tongtian?"

"Won't."

He heard his own voice.

"That's right...you don't believe in becoming a Buddha, so how can you ask for it?"

"..."

Jiang Wang straightened his back, raised his legs and walked firmly on the bluestone steps, and many pictures appeared in his mind.

In the vast winter night, heavy snow falls on the bluestone steps.

A small thin figure knelt in front of Tongtian Dao, his hands were red from the cold, and the frostbite on the back of his hands had scabbed over.

The boy's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his black eyes were more desolate and dead than a snowy winter night. He bowed and kowtowed, and kowtowed heavily. When he raised his head again, the center of his brows was covered with chilly white snow.

The snow melted and flowed down between his eyebrows, but he seemed unconscious, and continued to lift his left leg, kneeling heavily on the bluestone steps in front of him, his leg bones hitting the ground with a soft bang.

There is no light in the cold night in the mountains, and the barren hills devour him like a giant beast.

It seems that due to long-term malnutrition, the boy's figure is frighteningly emaciated, and every time he kowtows, it makes people worry.

In the middle of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and the scattered light snow turned into heavy snow.

The little boy had already reached the six hundred stairs, and the heavy snow fell on his black hair and eyebrows, blending him with the vast snow field, and the little boy's figure swayed slightly.

"Little dumb, what will you do if one day you really lose something very important?"

"I'll go get her back myself."

Eight hundredth ladder.

The blood between the eyebrows stained the snowy ground red.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, and the movements of prostration were standard and pious.

"What if you never find it?"

The childish voice of the little monk echoed in his ears.

"Then keep looking."

"Then what if you can't find it until the day you die?"

The little monk was extremely stubborn, breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"Then go to the afterlife to find it."

"If you don't believe in gods and Buddhas, how can you talk about the afterlife?"

The little monk was very shrewd, Gululu stared at him with big eyes, with an innocent expression on his face, his head was trying to know the answer.

The person opposite seemed to be impatient with the question, and raised his hand to cover her eyes.

"Little dumb, you can't answer my question, so you want to play tricks?"

The little monk was blocked from seeing, but he was still stubborn.

The boy next to him was a head taller than her, staring at her opening and closing red lips, feeling her eyelashes trembling in her palm, staring at her quietly, and said:

"yes."

He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas in his life, but if the lost person was the one in front of him, he greedily hoped for an afterlife.

"Meow~"

The low cat meow brought back the man's mind, Seven squatted on Jiang Lu's shoulder, not understanding why the male master emanated a shocking sense of grief at that moment just now.

Jiang Lu raised his hand to touch its tail, and Seven immediately wrapped his tail around his fingertips, as if to comfort him.

"Meow~"

"...Are you thinking about her too?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse in the night.

"Meow~"

Seven's cry was low, far from the high-pitched cry just now, and he seemed to feel his emotions.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and touched its back, but didn't speak any more.

One person and one cat walked in silence like this, and when the willows were on the moon, a corner of Fanjing Temple finally approached.

Black tiles and red walls, the temple stands on the top of the mountain, lonely and silent.

Jiang Wan stopped in front of the bronze red door, and raised his hand to buckle it.

After a while, footsteps were finally heard in the yard.

"I don't know who the benefactor is outside the temple. The night is getting dark, and the temple does not accept incense for the time being."

Jiang Huang: "Please also report to the abbot that the old man has returned."

The little monk seemed to have informed, and it took a while before the gate of the temple opened with a creak.

The young monk was not very old, and he was wearing a green shirt. When he saw Jiang Lu outside the door, he was a little surprised at his youth and outstanding appearance.

"The abbot is already waiting in the wing, please come with me, the benefactor."

The little monk leads the way.

"No need, I know the way."

Holding the white cat in his arms, Jiang Zhu walked towards the abbot's wing under the surprised gaze of the little monk.

...

Several oil lamps were lit in the wing.

Just as Jiang Wang walked to the door, before he knocked on the door, the people inside spoke.

"come in."

The man's hand that was about to knock on the door paused, then changed to a gesture of pushing the door, and pushed the door softly to enter.

Seven's eyes were full of curiosity. He jumped out of his arms and walked around the house, feeling a strong desire to explore new places.

Jiang Wan saw the old man sitting cross-legged on the couch at a glance. Compared with the last time he met, he seemed to be much older, and the black black hair hidden between the silver threads had completely disappeared.

Jiang Wang stared at him for a long time, and finally said:

"Master."

The old man on the couch finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Benefactor Jiang, you and I have no relationship between a teacher and an apprentice."

Jiang Lu didn't change his expression: "But you are Xiaoqi's master."

The abbot sighed inaudibly: "...you still remembered after all."

Jiang Wan didn't speak.

The abbot clasped his hands together: "Fate gathers and breaks up, and there is a definite number. If the obsession is too deep, it will harm others and yourself."

Jiang Wan smiled mockingly.

He is not a member of the Buddhist family, so how can he have the purity of the six roots.

This time when he came to Fanjing, he wanted an answer.

"Master, you know Nian Nian, right?"

He stared closely at his reaction.

The abbot looked at him, and sighed again in his heart:

"So what."

The child was always alert, and he was asking him on the surface, but he already had the answer in his heart, and the extra question was just to test his reaction.

Jiang Lu's fingertips trembled slightly: "...But Nian Nian doesn't know you."

Because of hypermemory, he has a photographic memory, and even today he can still remember the scene of that day. The abbot's words "an old friend comes" has become a demon in his mind for the past two days.

Abbot: "Amitabha, Lord Jiang, what exactly do you want to ask?"

Jiang Lu didn't know what he wanted to ask, but he had a strong premonition in his heart, which was absurd, but it haunted him all the time.

"Is she really dead..."

He shook his head slightly, denying himself.

"But I always feel that she is not dead yet, she is very close to me..."

He looked up at the abbot with stubborn black eyes.

"Master, you said at the beginning that my fate with Xiaoqi was not finished, today I want to ask for an answer again."

The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed to the east, then turned his head to look at Jiang Lu:

"To this day, the poor monk still has the same answer."

Jiang Huan's eyes trembled, his brows were furrowed, and he stubbornly looked at the abbot.

"...where is she?"

The abbot shook his head: "The secret must not be revealed. When the time comes, the answer will naturally clear the clouds and see the sun again."

After so many years, he still has the same answer.