Chapter 463 Sudden Winter

The cold spring enveloped the city of Dayuan, and the people hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and dug out the thick winter clothes again.

The padded jackets that have been taken off the shelves in the shops are selling again, and they are often out of stock.

Several large vehicles were parked in front of the clothing store, and the guys kept moving goods downstairs. In the cold weather, the fog generated by sweat was very eye-catching.

In front of an antique shop not far away, a man looked at these scenes with a cup of hot tea and asked, "Did the winter clothes and charcoal go away from the guys?"

This person is about thirty years old, with a calm demeanor, clear eyes, but some star-white temples.

It was Mr. Li back then.

The steward of the antique shop said repeatedly: "It's all done when I return to you, my lord."

Before Jing Jiu and Guo Dong left Dayuan City, they left him a box of gold leaves, and he opened an antique shop with these. Not long after that, his father Li Taishou was also released from prison. The officials of Dayuan City naturally wanted to show some face when they were shocked, and the business of the antique shop was naturally good.

Ten years later, he has become a well-known literary businessman in Dayuan City, but he is still called Mr. Li because he is not married yet.

The steward went on to say: "Yesterday, Sanqianan came to buy a lot of cotton-padded jackets and quilts. I don't know if they are preparing for winter relief."

Sanqianan was not very well known in Dayuan City, so the steward naturally paid attention to every move there after being ordered by the owner.

Mr. Li was a little surprised, thinking that there were only a few elderly teachers in that nunnery, and they never did anything like give out porridge, so why buy so many cotton-padded jackets and quilts?

He decided to check it out in a few days.

I haven't been there for several years, and I miss it a little.

He recalled that back then, after drinking with those bad friends, he strayed into the depths of the valley, greedy for the morning sun, and ended up falling into the lotus pond... he couldn't help laughing at himself.

After a smile, it was a little sad again.

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...

He said he would go and see it in a few days, but in fact Mr. Li went there the next day.

This has nothing to do with accidental rise, just found a very suitable reason to revisit the old place.

In the first few years, he often went to that nunnery to play the piano facing the deserted lake, and the nuns in the nunnery ignored him.

The sound of the piano floated on the lake, but no one came, so he gradually came less and less until he stopped coming.

Looking at the two words on the stone, Mr. Li remembered what happened back then, shook his head, and walked in.

As in those days, the teachers and teachers in the nunnery did not show up.

He didn't go far, and he felt a little strange, thinking how could it be so cold here?

The stream has been completely frozen, the snow on the bridge is extremely thick, and there are no footprints, and the roofs of the nunneries on the opposite side are also extremely thick with snow, which makes people worry that it will be crushed.

He walked slowly across the snow bridge, came to the meditation room, and looked inside.

The round window, facing the snow lake over there, cut out a very beautiful world.

In the house, countless quilts were piled on the floor like a mountain, and a little girl was buried inside.

The little girl's whole body was wrapped in a quilt, even her mouth and nose were covered, only her closed eyes were exposed, her face was pale, as if she wasn't breathing.

Mr. Li was taken aback, looked around, confirmed that there was no one, climbed over the railing without hesitation, and rushed into the house.

With a muffled hum, an invisible force bounced him back, and he fell heavily into the snow.

Without getting up, he pulled out a small knife from his boots, looked towards the meditation room, and wondered where should he enter?

"Put down the knife, I don't want to kill you."

A voice came from the snow.

The voice was very cold, without any emotion.

Mr. Li held the knife, looked vigilantly at the source of the voice, and said, "Who are you? What did you do to that little girl!"

The voice didn't answer him.

Mr. Li shouted angrily: "She will be crushed to death!"

In his opinion, the little girl might have been crushed to death by the mountain of quilts, but he didn't want to think so, and still wanted to have some hope.

Quietly, Jing Jiu walked over from the snow, looked at him and said calmly, "She's not dead."

Looking at his face, Mr. Li couldn't help being stunned, his mind was in chaos, and he murmured: "Then she will die of heat too."

"She won't die from the heat. And if she doesn't, everyone in Dayuan City will freeze to death."

After saying this, Jing Jiu turned around and walked towards the snow lake behind the meditation room.

Mr. Li finally regained consciousness. All the memories from that year flooded into his mind. Looking at his back, he asked with a trembling voice, "You... are you back?"

"She probably won't come back here again."

Jing Jiu's figure disappeared beyond the meditation room.

Mr. Li slowly lowered his hand holding the knife, and then lowered his head.

Back then he had guessed that the pair of brothers and sisters were supposed to be immortals, but now seeing Jing Jiu's face unchanged from back then, knowing that he had guessed right, he couldn't help but feel a little bit bitter.

The father escaped suddenly, the ancient painting was sent back, and the insidious friend was arrested. He also suspected that it was related to the brother and sister.

And the box of gold leaf.

There are so many things I want to ask, but I don't know where to start.

Immortals and mortals have different paths, the world is like dust, and each other's time is different.

He stood in the snow for a long time, bowed deeply to the Zen room, turned and left.

Tong Yan and Qing'er came to the fence outside the meditation room, looked at the leaving figure, and felt very strange.

Who is this guy?

In front of the Zen room, there was a killing formation set up by Jing Jiu with the Chengtian sword technique. The man wanted to enter the Zen room, but he didn't die. Naturally, Jing Jiu didn't want him to die, so he withdrew the formation temporarily.

What's even more inconceivable is that Jing Jiu even said a few words to this person. Given his temperament, this is really a rare thing.

Qing'er turned around and looked at Xue Ji who was pressed down by the quilt mountain, feeling even more puzzled.

In the illusion of Qingtian Jian, she had watched Jing Jiu for decades, and knew him better than most people in the real world.

Jing Jiu was afraid of trouble, he didn't like to cause trouble, to be precise, he was afraid of death, so why did he agree with Tong Yan's approach and bring Xue Ji here?

When night comes, snow clouds cover the stars, and the little lights in the dark are very eye-catching.

The old nun came out slowly, and with trembling hands, lit up the remaining ten lamps one by one.

Jing Jiu said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The old nun raised her head, looked at him and said: "My lifespan is over, I should have died a few years ago, it is not easy to survive until now, I thought..."

The sentence was not finished, and the unfinished words turned into a sigh.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "She is fine now, she should wake up in a few years."

The old nun didn't say anything, and returned to her room with the support of her disciples.

The lamps in Sanqian nunnery are longevity lamps that have been supported for more than a hundred years. With the cultivation level of an old nun, only more than ten lamps can be lit every night.

After several days, she finally lit up all the longevity lamps in the nunnery and successfully activated the formation of Shuiyue nunnery.

With this formation, the chill that Xue Ji radiates toward the world, or in other words, will be controlled.

Jing Jiu looked at the sky, and found that the snow was no longer falling, and knew that Xue Ji should wake up soon.

Suddenly there was the sound of a piano in front of the nunnery.

He looked over there.

Mr. Li was wearing a black cloak, sitting in the snow, with a guqin on his lap, playing it intently.

Its sound is clear and its breath is gentle and warm.

This is a Wangchun chant.

Winter is over and spring will come.

If you don't come, you don't come.

That's probably what it means.