Chagosuba…
Jianchou had heard these four words quite a lot in the past few days and they were not unfamiliar to her - they were exactly the "pseudonym" that Xie Buchen had blurted out for her that day.
But at this moment, looking at the snow lotus that the boy handed to her, she was confused for a moment. She didn't know whether the four words he said were the name of the flower or her own name.
After being stunned for a moment, she took the flowers without any hesitation.
Then he asked, "Is this flower called 'Chagosuba'?"
"Same as you."
The boy's eyes are still clear, and his smile is still pure.
After handing over the flowers, he put his hands behind his back again and stood next to Jianchou. He was not very tall, only reaching Jianchou's shoulders.
Then, Jianchou understood.
Chagosuba, snow lotus.
The feeling at that moment was actually extremely subtle: she did not understand much about the characters and language of the Snow Region, but the name that Xie Buchen blurted out in a hurry was worth pondering.
When people are in a hurry, they tend to act subconsciously.
At such times, people often inadvertently reveal their true thoughts and expose many details that would not normally be revealed.
It's a bit of a small thing.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the snow lotus flower that was bigger than her palm and was sandwiched between her, felt the subtle chill coming from the white petals, and smiled.
"He even knows my alias. The legendary 'Son of God' is indeed omnipotent and knows everything."
"Holy Son, what Holy Son?"
The young man opened his eyes slightly in surprise, seeming a little surprised, but in fact the expression on his face did not change at all, he looked extremely smart.
"How come I don't know?"
oh.
No.
Jianchou's gaze towards him suddenly became intriguing. But she didn't say anything more about it, just staring at the young man in front of her.
If an ordinary person was stared at like this by her, even if there was nothing wrong, he would probably feel guilty.
But the young man standing next to her at this moment still maintained that kind of clean and pure look, almost ignorant of the world, and just looked back at her with his pair of bright eyes.
Jianchou felt it was strange and smiled: "If I don't know, then I don't know. If you say it's not, then it's not."
"You're more interesting than I thought."
After hearing her words, the young man seemed to become even happier. He put his hands behind his back, leaned sideways, and looked at her with his head tilted. His eyes revealed some undisguised affection and appreciation, and he was about to say something else.
But at this moment, the long row of prayer wheels in the corridor behind them suddenly started to move. The clear and long ringing of the bells came through the corridor, along with the vague sound of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures in the main hall.
Someone is coming.
And he is a monk in the temple.
Jianchou frowned slightly.
The young man looked toward the corridor, and when he saw the red-robed monks, he uttered "Ah!", revealing a somewhat regretful expression, and playfully stuck out his tongue at her: "I ran away secretly, and I gave Chagosuba to Chagosuba, so we are friends. Don't tell them that you have met me!"
"Varied… "
Before Jianchou could recover from his fast-talking words, she looked up and saw the young man waving at her, and the next moment he disappeared from the spot.
After a while, the monks who had hurried through the corridor from the front of the temple arrived.
But standing behind this temple and looking forward, all you can see is the holy lake reflecting the sky and the boundless ice field surrounding the holy lake.
Where is the slightest sign of the person they are looking for
The leading monk frowned fiercely, and when he saw Chou standing nearby, he asked without thinking, "Did you see Saint... a young man in a white monk's robe?"
Did he originally want to ask the "Son"
Jianchou thought of the young man's frank expression when he said "some Holy Son" without changing his expression just now, and sneered in his heart. He originally wanted to sell him a knife, but then he thought he had no idea where he was going, so he didn't sell it.
So, I had to answer honestly: "I didn't see it."
"How come?"
The leading monk's serious face suddenly frowned.
The other monks were also very puzzled and were obviously troubled by this matter: "But I clearly felt the breath just now, and it disappeared again."
"Search separately."
The leading monk did not bother with him for too long and did not focus his attention on Jianchou at all.
After all, she is just a "concubine" who has not even cultivated herself yet, and she is in a place like the Snow Region. How dare she lie to them
The group came quickly and left quickly.
After just a brief search around, they left in a hurry, apparently to look somewhere else.
From beginning to end, Jianchou didn't even move a step, just watched them leave, but in his heart he was thinking about the meaning of their action of looking for someone.
The Holy Son Jiye, the legendary "Son of Buddha for hundreds of generations".
As long as a grand ritual is held in the Snowland Holy Temple, it can be summoned from the reincarnation of hundreds of lifetimes, allowing the entire Snowland to have the most powerful protection.
This time, it was Xinmi who summoned the Son of God.
But no one expected what happened next.
The Holy Son Jiye, who was supposed to protect the entire Snow Region impartially, unexpectedly turned against the old tribe and sided with the new tribe. He even bloodily massacred the new tribe in a battle more than 60 years ago.
If Xinmi did not already have a strong foundation in the Snow Region, it would have declined after that.
From the rumors he heard some time ago, Jianchou had learned that after the New Secret and Old Secret had decided the winner, the entire temple had fallen into the control of the New Secret, and the Old Secret was forced to flee. The Holy Son Jiye had also disappeared since then.
Why did Jiye disappear
In other words, why would they choose to "play the game" of disappearing when they are clearly not missing
These monks in the temple don't seem to have any ill will towards the Holy Son Jiye, but why are they searching so eagerly
Snowy…
It’s full of mysteries.
Jianchou thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up the idea.
"Wow, what a beautiful snow lotus!"
At this time, the girls who had gone to worship the holy lake had returned. They were not surprised to see Chou still standing there, but they were amazed when they saw that Chou was holding a beautiful snow lotus in his hand.
Sang Yang also looked at her with sparkling eyes: "Sister Qiaguo, where did you pick it? Why didn't we see it?"
Where did you pick it
When I asked her, she didn't know either.
Jianchou had no choice but to shake his head and tell the truth: "Someone just gave it to me."
"Someone sent it?"
The girls looked at each other and felt that Jianchou's words were not very clear, but in the blink of an eye they thought of the handsome monk named "Huaijie".
Maybe he sent it to Chago secretly
So they didn't ask any more questions.
But in my heart, I can't help but feel a little envious. After all, for such a beautiful person like Qiaguo to be thought of by a handsome monk like Huaijie, it is also something that people yearn for.
Only Sang Yang was still a little puzzled. He looked around and said, "But it's also very strange. Snow lotus flowers only bloom in high places in the snowy area, but the temple is too high. On the way here, I saw blue delphiniums at the foot of the mountain, but there were no snow lotus flowers. How can I pick them?"
"…blue delphinium?"
Jianchou didn't care much about the snow lotus, but some words mentioned in Sangyang's words suddenly touched those long-forgotten memories deep in her mind.
It was the voice of an old woman.
Her eyes were cloudy, but her gaze was clearer than ever before. Jianchou could not even remember her name, but he still remembered her origins and everything that happened when he met her.
She was once a Buddhist mother of Tantric Buddhism, and eventually died in the extreme realm.
Her voice was clearly old, but when it echoed in Jianchou's memory at this moment, there was a sense of vague emptiness.
"There are people living at the foot of the mountain, but the high snowfields are covered with snow and ice that never melts all year round. It is always cold up there, but it is also always beautiful. When we were young, we always liked to climb up there to see the holy lake at the highest point of the snowy region. The lake is very large, spread over the white icefield. I don't know if it is reflecting the sky, or if it is turning the sky blue."
"I remember it said it was called 'Galan'."
"If one day, the girl can go to the snowy land, please pick a bunch of blue phlox for me and place it in front of the holy lake..."
But please pick a bunch of blue delphiniums for me and place them in front of the holy lake.
That was the old woman's dying request.
Jianchou was absent-minded for a moment, looking into the distance, at the pure lake under the snowy sky in front of him, but a strange doubt finally revealed in his eyes.
If I remember correctly, the old woman said that this holy lake once told her that its name was "Galan" and it was a talking lake.
Are there really such wonderful things in the world, or are they just illusions in the old woman's dreams
Jianchou didn't know, so she just asked Sangyang again: "Are there blue finches at the foot of the holy mountain?"
"yes."
Sang Yang didn't know why she asked this, but thinking that she came from Yin Sect and might have never seen the blue larkspur, he described it to her.
"It's just a small, blossoming flower that looks like a blue bird. When you see it, you know it."
After paying homage to the holy lake, everyone headed back.
Jianchou walked and listened at the same time. In response to Sangyang's words, he nodded thoughtfully and walked with the crowd.
Later they visited many other places in the temple and saw many strange things.
It was not until noon, when the sun was high in the sky and the snow on the roof of the hall melted and dripped down, that they returned to their respective rooms.
The temple provided them with food for the next day.
After dinner, everyone wanted to go out in the afternoon, but this time Jianchou refused.
She followed them around in the morning, just wanting to see what was going on around her and find out where Xie Buchen lived.
Now that the situation is clear, there is no need to hang around outside like them.
After all, she is not a real ordinary person, but a cultivator from the Central Region. If she is recognized by others by accident, it would be a loss.
Going out less often will reduce the chances of being recognized.
It is always better to be cautious.
Therefore, the time when Jianchou comes out to "move around" is at night.
She quietly avoided the few monks who were patrolling the temple, and went down the mountain along the path. When she reached the foot of the mountain, she saw a small patch of blooming flowers.
At this time, the remaining snow has not melted yet.
The moon was hanging in the sky, illuminating the meadow at the foot of the mountain with a bright white light. The blue-purple flowers, each with five petals, were spread out, looking as vivid as a small bird spreading its wings to fly.
Just a few here and there, not many.
But blooming under the starlight and in the snow, it makes the sight of it at this moment feel very pure and touching.
Blue Delphinium.
A very fitting and beautiful name.
She did not pick many, but just broke off the most beautiful one and put it neatly into her sleeve. Then she looked up at the holy mountain, then at the prosperous mandala at the foot of the mountain, and then she identified the direction and prepared to return to the temple.
But just as she was about to leave, an inexplicable feeling came over her.
Jianchou looked towards the darkness on the left for a moment—
Empty.
A gust of wind blew it away, leaving only a blurry footprint on the ground covered with fine snow. It was not left by the pilgrims during the day, but someone had just stood here.
All I could see was the woods in the distance, casting a dark shadow in the moonlight.
His brows furrowed tighter, and Jianchou couldn't really tell what this feeling was like. He just felt as if there was something standing in that direction, spying on him.
But whether it was good intention or bad intention, I had no idea.
Amidst the strangeness, there is also an indescribable weirdness.
She looked for a long time, tense and focused, but after a long time, nothing changed, only the position of the moon in the sky shifted slightly.
Is it because this snowy area is too dangerous, making her too nervous and causing her to have illusions
Jianchou was not very sure, but he could not stay at the foot of the mountain any longer.
She and Xie Buchen agreed to meet on the second night after arriving at the temple. It was already a little dark now, so she should hurry up and take the opportunity to explore the secrets of this place.
As the thought came to her mind, a breeze blew and her figure disappeared.
About a moment later, he appeared in front of Xie Buchen's door.
Staring at the painting on the door of the two evil Buddhas and Ming Fei making love, Jianchou frowned, but still walked forward, took the Ran Deng sword, and knocked lightly on the door twice with the hilt of the sword.
After a moment, the door opened.
Xie Buchen was still wearing his crimson monk's robe, with a calm expression on his face, showing nothing unusual. He also held the Human Emperor Sword in his hand.
He walked out of the door, looked at her, and his brows frowned almost imperceptibly.
There was a coldness on Jianchou's body. It was obvious that he had not just come out of his room, but had been outside for some time.
But Xie Buchen didn't ask any more questions.
He just turned around and closed the door, then asked, "Where are you going?"