Qin Bing waited on Su Bingxue for a while, at this moment, Su Bingxue turned to face Qin Bing.
Qin Bing, who is in the body of dragon veins, is now more and more masculine. A school-student-level woman like Su Bingxue basically looks down on anyone.
But when she turned around and lay flat and looked at Qin Bing, she was also a little bit shy, unspeakable.
"Am I sleeping here at night?" Qin Bing asked gently and tentatively.
Speaking, Qin Bing pressed his hand on Su Bingxue's chest. Su Bingxue's soft lanolin touched him suddenly, but Su Bingxue pushed it away.
With this push, Qin Bing didn't sit still, and fell from his hips, and fell on all fours.
"Haha." Su Bingxue laughed.
"I went back to soak you." Qin Bing muttered and went back to his room to sleep.
"Really gone? I hate it."
Qin Bing is trying to catch up and tell her that Lao Tzu is not the man you can get if you want.
This trip was really exhausting,
Qin Bing fell asleep and fell asleep.
Not knowing how long he slept, Qin Bing dreamed of the woman again.
Qin Bing woke up all of a sudden, he patted his face and felt pain. It shouldn't be in a dream, right
Qin Bing thought, even if you are in a dream, you can't confirm whether he is a dream or not, because your head is deceiving you.
The woman in the red dress, this picture was frozen in Qin Bing's mind, lingering.
Qin Bing stood up, walked to the window inexplicably, and looked forward.
He saw the red dot again.
Red dot
Qin Bing muttered in his heart, put on his coat, borrowed a flashlight downstairs, and went out in the middle of the night towards the red dot.
Snow flutters.
Qin Bing walked there and found that it turned out to be a temple.
Qin Bing knocked on the door of the temple, and no one would come at this time.
So he pushed the door, and the door opened.
Qin Bing walked in. This is a dilapidated temple with incense sticks. The incense sticks are still vigorous and full of vitality. Obviously, there are often people worshipping and people
Right in front, sits a sculpture of Jizo.
Qin Bing performed a Buddhist ceremony. He didn't believe these before, but now he believes.
Qin Bing circled around, but found no one in the middle of the night. He walked around to the side.
There is a deep corridor on the side, and there are stairs in the corridor. Qin Bing remembered that the red dot was on the second floor.
The walls of the corridor on the second floor are also Buddhist murals. The murals in the front are all about saving people and benevolent, but the more you move forward, the more evil you paint.
At the bottom, the darker, the paintings on the wall are also scenes of purgatory.
Qin Bing found the window, stood there, and looked into the distance, just to see the location of his hotel.
That's right, it's here.
Qin Bing looked around, there was nothing, there was no shadow.
Qin Bing sighed, what is the relationship between the woman in the dream and him, and who is it
Qin Bing stood there, thinking in confusion. At this moment, he turned his head to the side. In the corridor, there was a woman standing. She was wearing a red dress, turned sideways, and looked at Qin Bing sideways.
"Ah!" Qin Bing was almost scared and called out. You can't imagine how terrifying the scene was at that time: "Who are you?"
Qin Bing yelled out instinctively.
At this time, the woman in red turned around.
Qin Bing saw her face.
This is the most terrifying and horrible picture Qin Bing has ever seen in his life, he almost collapsed to the ground in fright.
It took a long time before he was relieved. But the woman in red had disappeared in the corridor.
Qin Bing immediately ran up to look for it, but he couldn't find it. I searched it all but couldn't find it, until dawn, the host started.
Qin Bing hurried forward to ask.
"Hello host, is there a woman in red on your side?" Qin Bing asked.
"Woman in red?" The host thought for a while, and said, "You said it should be missed."
"No destiny?" Qin Bing muttered the name: "Where is she?"
"She left here five years ago." The host replied.
Qin Bing hurriedly took out his mobile phone, gave a photo, and asked, "Is it her?"
The host looked at it and said, "Yes."
Qin Bing's face turned blue again.
"Where is she now?" Qin Bing asked.
"I don't know." The host replied.
Qin Bing was very depressed, and asked, "Then tell me about her and the origin of the temple, how about?"
"Sit down." The host asked Qin Bing to sit down.
After Qin Bing sat down, he listened to the host telling some history about the temple.
"This temple was built in the Republic of China and has a history of one hundred years. The founder is Li Shuwen, a man of the Republic of China." The host said.
"Li Shuwen?" Qin Bing was shocked.
"Look, the scholar next to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is Li Shuwen." The host pointed to the past.
Qin Bing looked at it and found that there was indeed a sculpture of a bookish man, which looked a bit different from the photo of Li Shuwen that Qin Bing had seen.
Qin Bing heard more about Li Shuwen and the woman in red, and then looked around the temple round and round, but still no one was seen.
Qin Bing thought, maybe it's somewhere in the village. It should be. Go back and talk about it first. Ask the tour guide.
Thinking about it, Qin Bing went back to the hotel first.