At the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, isolated from the world.
At sunrise and sunset, this ancient temple sits there quietly, far away from the hustle and bustle, and it seems to be no different from before.
There is just one more young monk with good features.
There is an extra cute and clever little fox.
Every morning, the young monk looks at the rising sun.
In the evening, he would look at the setting sun falling on the horizon.
It happens every day without interruption.
The young monk's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Of course, most of the time during the day, the young monks would choose to read scriptures and meditate in the Sutra Pavilion to gain enlightenment.
Under the green lamp, next to the ancient Buddha, on the futon, the young monk holds a scripture in his hand, with a peaceful expression and a peaceful mind.
Next to it, there was a little fiery red fox squatting there, quietly and not moving an inch.
In the evening, the young monk would go to the backyard of the ancient temple.
In the eerie cemetery, the roar of dragons and tigers, and the roar of all beasts, will gradually subside until dawn.
Week after week, day after day, year after year.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years passed.
Time seems to have left no trace on the monk's face.
However, the young monk's Dantian was still empty, without a trace of spiritual power.
Over the years, the young monk has no longer deliberately practiced spiritual practice. He chants sutras and takes walks every day, seemingly leisurely and contented.
But as time went by, the young monk gained a unique temperament.
Indescribable.
The young monk seemed to have reached a state of returning to his original nature.
At first glance, this is just an ordinary monk.
But if you look carefully, you can't see through it, it seems like a mystery.
Another night passed.
The backyard of the ancient temple, the cemetery and the cemetery.
As the morning sun rose, the young monk slowly opened his eyes, straightened his clothes, bowed deeply to the red-haired man not far ahead, and said, "Thank you for your great kindness in the past twenty years!"
The young monk is naturally Su Zimo.
In so many years, this was the first time that Su Zimo spoke to the red-haired ghost so formally and thanked him so formally.
The red-haired ghost seemed to notice something. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you leaving?"
"yes."
Su Zimo nodded.
"Um."
The red-haired ghost responded absently.
It wasn't until Su Zimo's figure was about to disappear in the backyard that the red-haired ghost's voice sounded again: "Be careful outside."
Su Zimo felt warm in his heart and nodded.
It's still early.
Mingzhen is still sleeping.
The door of the main hall was closed tightly, and the old monk did not come out.
Su Zimo planned to wait outside.
At this moment, his ears twitched and he faintly heard intermittent calls.
"Da...Shang!"
"Big... monk!"
The sound came from outside the ancient temple, in the Dragon Burial Valley.
The only one who can call this name is Fairy Ji!
For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he had a premonition that something big was about to happen!
In twenty years of practicing Zen and worshiping Buddha, such mood swings have rarely appeared in him.
Su Zimo pushed open the door and walked forward along the valley bottom.
After walking a few steps, Ji Yaojing's voice sounded again.
"Master monk, where are you? Come out quickly, Mr. Su is dead!"
Su Zimo's footsteps gradually stopped.
The whole person was completely stunned on the spot, his eyes were a little dull, and he opened his mouth slightly. There was only one sentence echoing in his mind - Mr. Su can't do it!
"Brother."
Su Zimo pursed his lips.
The first reaction is that I don’t believe it!
How can it be
Even if twenty years have passed, Su Hong is still in his sixties. How is this possible
But the next moment, Su Zimo realized that although Ji Yaoxing liked to joke, she would never lie about this matter.
Brother, it’s really impossible!
More than ten years ago, Ji Yaoxue said that Su Hong was not in good health, so Su Zimo planned to take him out of the Northern Territory after the intermediate ancient battlefield was opened.
I didn’t expect…
After twenty years of chanting sutras, worshiping Buddha, and meditating on Zen enlightenment, Su Zimo thought that he had more or less looked down upon life and death and could let go of many things.
Unexpectedly, the moment he heard the news, he still felt the piercing pain in his heart!
It hurts, it hurts.
At the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, Su Zimo leaned on the cold mountain wall and sat weakly on the ground. There was a heavy sadness in his eyes that was difficult to resolve.
In a trance.
Su Zimo thought of many things.
On that night decades ago, in the house of Lord Wuding of Yan State, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were everywhere.
A teenage boy, relying on his fierceness, protected the two infant children and fled the royal city crazily!
Even though this young man was slashed hard on the face and his head was almost cut in half, he didn't even notice it!
More than ten years have passed, and the infant child has grown up.
The boy he once was is getting older.
At just thirty years old, he had a lot of gray hair on his temples.
The originally straight body seemed to be bent a lot.
That young man, with his broad shoulders, shouldered everything and protected the once-infant children so that they could have a quiet and beautiful time.
Just like more than ten years ago, the young man protected them and rushed out of the royal city.
No turning back!
Once upon a time, the young man wore bright clothes, raged on horseback, and wielded a sword all over the world.
More than ten years later, he has lost much of his sharp edge and has become more restrained and calm.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the heart that cares about the world and the country and the people.
Therefore, even though he was seriously injured, he was still able to stand up and lead five thousand mysterious armored cavalry to block Luo Tianwu and his like who were massacring the people of Yan State from outside Jian'an City!
That's why he could say such powerful words.
"There is a family feud between our Su family and the King of Yan, but your army invades the border of my country and kills my people. This is national hatred! I, Su Hong, can clearly distinguish between family feud and national hatred!"
Su Zimo's vision gradually blurred.
But this scene passed before my eyes, becoming clearer and clearer, just like yesterday.
"well."
A faint sigh came from the Dragon Burial Valley.
"Twenty years ago, Liuli Palace massacred thirteen cities in the Yan Kingdom to vent its personal anger. This incident was a huge blow to Mr. Su."
"In the past twenty years, although Mr. Su has been in the royal city, he has always been thinking about the people of Yan Kingdom. He... is really a good king."
Worry makes you sick.
Not to mention ordinary mortals, even cultivators, if they worry about things for decades, their lifespan will be greatly reduced and they will become possessed.
"Great monk, I don't know if you are listening."
Ji Yaoji's voice sounded again.
"In the past few years, my sister and I have searched for many spiritual materials in the world of cultivation, but to no avail. Mr. Su's health is deteriorating."
"In the past few months, Mr. Su has often been talking in his sleep, calling your and Xiao Ning's names. I listen, it's true, it's true..."
Fairy Ji was choked up and couldn't speak anymore.
Su Zimo held his head in his hands and curled up. He couldn't control it anymore and cried bitterly.
At some point, Mingzhen and Little Fox came to him.
Looking at Su Zimo in front of him, the little fox felt distressed. He leaned over and gently rubbed his head against his ankle, whimpering in comfort.
Mingzhen also lowered his head and said nothing, silently reciting the Buddha's name in his heart.