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Nymphs in the city of washing feet after pushing the man downstairs the next morning at the window, she untied her hair twisted into the wind chimes.
He said that after Nymphs were drowned by water ghosts, he made a deal with Nymphs.
He crossed the nymphs and drowned in the bottom of the water forever and ever, and the body memory of the nymphs belongs to him.
This memory had disappeared from her mind, but now I don’t know what suddenly came back with her long-lost strength.
He also said that his name was Nangong Dust.
Taotao thinks of the beautiful man who always appears in her dreams, of the spiritual pulse she planted in the nightmare of demons, and of the man who taught her to manipulate the sacred purification elements, and of the black figure she saw when crossing the blood moon in the maze.
She murmured, "Nangong Dust …"
Wind "Nangong Dust"? Is it the name of the water ghost? "
Taotao shook his head.
How can a water ghost just breed a spirit vein?
On whether he admitted or not, she guessed his identity when she regained the memory of seven years old in the nightmare.
In this vast world, besides that one, which evil thing can have such great power?
Taotao said lightly that "Nangong Dust is an evil god"
The wind was silent and he looked at her quietly.
The sunshine outside the window is bright, but even if the bright sunlight falls on her, she looks even paler.
She has lost a lot of weight these days, and now she is like a delicate reed swaying in the wind, which is in danger of breaking at any time.
When he was twelve years old, Taotao had been planted by evil spirits to curse him forever. He had never seen her before she was seven years old and he didn’t want to see her.
But now the appearance has already made him feel distressed, always worried that she will suddenly break in a second.
She hung her eyes and wondered what she was thinking.
The wind bowed his head and saw her hand hanging by the bed, which was weak and cold. He wanted to hold it, but he resisted the impulse.
"Sister," he suddenly asked, "Do you remember what you said to me in that heavy snow ten years ago?"
Taotao raised her eyes and looked at him blankly.
The wind looked at her for a long time and saw it in her eyes.
-children’s words avoid she really forgot.
He turned away and said "nothing"
*
The Chongxu Temple on the edge of Tanshan East happened to arrange a route in the travel agency. All tourists who pass by the tour guide will publicize the temple for hundreds of years. It is very effective. In the tour guide’s efforts, most people have to stop for a stick of incense, so the incense is constantly burning here from morning till night.
It is said that there is an old monk in the temple who is reincarnated as a Taoist monk in his fifties this year.
But so do tourists. No one really wants to know. Why would a monk be willing to guard such a small temple here if he had been arrested long ago?
Twilight droops
Finally, the last wave of tourists was sent away. The old monk looked at the paper money in the merit box, listened to the WeChat kept ringing, and his lips showed a gratified smile. If there were no accidents, the Buddha statue could be repaired again at the end of this year, and then a few trees he had longed for were transplanted to the backyard.
He went into the kitchen and was about to make some vegetarian food. The young monk ran in like a ghost from the outside. "Master, it’s not good, it’s not good-"
He stopped in front of the old monk panting. "There’s a devil outside!"
"Tell him the temple is closed. If you want Xianger, please come early."
"Not tourists is the devil! Silver hair devil! "
"That’s what you said. I told you that the mountain benefactor loves fashion and deliberately dyes his hair silver. Don’t always say that he is the devil. It’s impolite. One day, you can dye your hair not only with silver but also with rainbow color …"
"No," the young monk said with a collapse. "He’s not a man. He’s the devil! As long as that picture hanging in your meditation room, devil! When he comes to the temple, the bodhisattva blossoms! "
When the old monk heard that the porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke in half.
……
It’s fair that the bodhi tree in Chongxu Temple blooms. Every spring, the century-old bodhi tree outside the temple will be crushed by several flowers.
But at the moment, the tree is not flowering, but it is blooming in a gorgeous red sea, red flowers and bairui.
Nangong dust looked up at the falling flowers in the deepest shadow of dusk.
Richness and wealth pounced on the petals in the middle of the game.
The old monk looked at him in the dust at the temple gate, "I haven’t seen Hui Jue for a long time."
The young monk secretly leaned out his little head from behind the old monk. "Master, I’ll say it’s the devil. Although Qianpu blooms, it won’t be full of trees. Now it’s autumn …"
Huijue walked out of the temple gate and the young monk tried to grab his skirt. "Hey, master! Don’t go over there. You’re not killing yourself-"
But he didn’t stop Huijue from walking slowly up the steps in front of Nangong Dust. "It’s been so long that I never thought I’d have a chance to see you again in this life. I’m old, but I’m still young. How are you?"
"not bad"
"I’m fine," the old monk said with a smile. "It’s been so many years since I recited scriptures, meditated, collected money and taught my disciples day after day."
"collect money?"
"Oh, this is a scenic spot. Every day, many tourists have to give the tour guide a little share, and then post the QR code in the merit box. WeChat will always show that the money has arrived."
Nangong Chen remembered that Taotao still owed huge foreign debts and asked, "Can I have a QR code?"
"Never!" Huijue quickly waved his hand in fear. "That’s the Buddha’s incense money to rebuild the Buddha’s golden body!"