When the warm fingertips touched, Xue Xian's eyes moved.
It was just that the body temperature quickly left.
"Withered leaf." Xuan Min said in a low voice, and then twisted the thin withered leaf that was plucked from Xue Xian's temple into ashes and scattered it in the soil in front of the door.
Xue Xian closed his eyes and said "um", then took the river lantern and strode to the river, and placed the river lantern carrying the super incense ash on the surface of the ancient river. That star light flows quietly along the river, as if sending the old man to the other side of the Yellow Spring.
He suddenly pondered over the taste, what was the regret of the previously unknown reason—
Seeing the moment when Jiang Shining disappeared, he rarely felt some emotion, and felt that something was missing. Obviously Jiang Shining was not a noisy person, but it still made him feel that the surroundings were suddenly quiet.
There is no such thing as a feast in the world, not to mention that his lifespan is almost endless.
Xue Xian frowned, only to feel that such an idea made him particularly unhappy, and it was more than regret.
At the same time, on the top of a low mountain to the south of the He Temple, a group of people were sitting quietly in the dark to adjust their breath. Taking advantage of the moonlight on the top of the mountain, you can see that their white clothes are damaged everywhere, and they are described as embarrassed, as if they have just broken out of some predicament.
This group of people was the people in Taichang Temple surrounded by a cage made by Xue Xian at the foot of Dustpan Mountain.
They rested and recovered on the top of the mountain by the moonlight and the spiritual energy in the mountains, but they did not light even a single lantern, as if they were deliberately hiding their traces.
"Are you sure it's them?" Tai Zhu rarely took off his mask, and while combing his hair, he raised his chin towards a light in the distant mountains.
"No doubt about it." Taibu nodded.
From their place, they could vaguely see the light of a star in the Hemiao, but they could not see anyone there. All the information is completely calculated by Taibu.
Although she was put together the night before, Taizhu's fortune-telling was generally accurate, and there were very few mistakes, so since she was so sure, Taizhu was a little relieved.
"It's just—" Taizhu tied his hair, put down his hand and fiddled with the edge of the mask, and suddenly said, "Actually, I still have some doubts..."
Taibu was stunned and turned to look at him: "What?"
"I was so nervous and flustered earlier that I overlooked a point. We bumped into the National Teacher at the foot of the dustpan mountain, and when we were about to make a sound, we received a letter from the National Teacher." Taizhu frowned and said, "You Did you see the national teacher delivering the letter at that time?"
They have seen the two returning teachers to communicate with others. It is said that the moment the national teacher burns the letter paper, it is convenient for them to receive the letter.
But at that time Taizhu didn't even dare to lift his head, let alone see the national teacher burning letters.
"Maybe it happened to burn before we turned the corner of the mountain road. We didn't receive it until we turned around." Taibu guessed for a while, and then said firmly: "But don't worry, it is indeed the national teacher. When he left, I took a special look at his fingers."
Tai Zhu was stunned: "Finger?"
Although people in Taichang Temple have more opportunities to see the national teacher than ordinary people, even if they were brought up by Taichang Temple from childhood, they rarely have the opportunity to get close to the national teacher, because the national teacher does not. Likes to be close to others.
Therefore, few of them can detect the subtle features of the national teacher, such as whether there are moles or scars.
But Taibu knows one thing...
That was the first time she saw a national teacher. She was only seven years old. She was born with a yellow face and thin skin, like a top-heavy bean sprout. At that time, her family was poor, her father died early, and her mother was seriously ill and would die.
She knelt beside the bed in the broken house at home, crying in the wind and rain, and was about to gasp when a monk knocked on the door.
It was the first time she saw the national teacher. He was wearing a monk's robe as white as clouds and snow. He was extremely tall. From her perspective, he could only see his thin chin.
He bent down and stretched out a hand to her, and that hand was also very beautiful, well-proportioned, so clean that it seemed that it had never touched a single filth. Although he wore a silver mask, she felt that he must be better-looking than anyone she had ever seen in her short life.
She almost forgot to cry, raised her face and asked the monk, "Who are you?"
The monk's voice was as calm as water, and she felt relieved when she heard it: "The poor monk's name is the same as the lamp, and I will pick you up for Taichang Temple."
She stared at the slender and slender hand in front of her, and nodded ignorantly without hearing what the other party said.
Since then, she has taken a different path.
Although in the next ten years, after seeing too many things,