Chapter 1121

"Little mute, if one day you lose something very important, will you worship and kowtow and ascend the path to heaven?"

"No."

He heard his voice.

"That's right... If you don't believe in becoming a Buddha, how can you ask for Buddha."

“………”

Jiang Wang's back was straight, his legs were raised and he walked firmly on the bluestone steps, and many pictures flashed in his mind.

On the vast winter night, the snow fell heavily on the bluestone steps.

A thin figure knelt in front of Tongtian Road, his frozen hands turned red, and the frostbite on the back of his hands had scabbed.

The boy's thin lips were tight, and his black eyes were desolate and dead than the snowy winter night. He bowed and kowtowed. When he looked up again, the center of his eyebrows had been stained with the white snow emitting cold.

The snow melted and flowed down his eyebrows, but he seemed unconscious. He continued to raise his left leg and knelt heavily on the bluestone steps in front of him. His leg bones hit the ground with a light bang.

There was no light in the cold night in the deep mountains, and the barren hills swallowed him like a giant beast.

It seems that because of long-term malnutrition, the boy's body is thin and frightening. Every time he knocks his head, it makes people worried.

In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and scattered light snow turned into heavy snow one after another.

The little boy had reached the 600 ladder. The heavy snow fell on the tip of his black hair and eyebrows, integrating him with the vast snow. The little boy's figure shook slightly.

"Little mute, what will you do if one day you really lose something very important?"

"I'll go and get her back myself."

The 800th ladder.

Eyebrows and painstaking efforts dyed the snow red.

He seemed unaware of the pain, and the act of kowtowing was standard and pious.

"What if you can't find it?"

The young monk's childish voice echoed in his ears.

"Then keep looking."

"What if you can't find it until the day you die?"

The little monk was so stubborn that he broke the casserole and asked to the end.

"Then go to the afterlife."

"If you don't believe in God and Buddha, what can you say about the afterlife?"

The little monk is very shrewd. His big eyes stare at him. He looks innocent and wants to know the answer.

The person opposite seemed impatient and raised his hand to cover her eyes.

"Little mute, you can't answer my question, so you want to cheat?"

The little monk was blocked from his sight and was still stubborn.

The boy on his side was a head higher than her, stared at her red lips, felt her eyelashes tremble in the palm, stared at her quietly and said:

"Yes."

He did not believe in God and Buddha in his life, but if the lost person was the one in front of him, he greedily hoped for an afterlife.

"Meow ~"

The whispered cat cry pulled back the man's mind. Seven squatted on Jiang Xu's shoulder. He didn't understand why the male host exuded an earth shaking sense of grief at that moment.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and touched its tail. Seven immediately wrapped his tail around his fingertips, as if comforting.

"Meow ~"

"... are you thinking about her, too?"

The man's voice was deep and hoarse in the night.

"Meow ~"

Seven's cry was low, far from the high pitched just now. It seemed that he also felt his mood.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and touched its back. He didn't speak again.

One person and one cat walked in silence. When the willow head on the moon, a corner of Fanjing temple was finally close.

With black tiles and red walls, the temple stands on the top of the mountain, lonely and silent.

Jiang Jue stopped in front of the bronze red door and raised his hand to buckle.

After a while, footsteps finally came from the yard.

"I don't know who the benefactor is outside the temple. The night is getting dark. We don't accept incense temporarily."

Jiang Wang: "please tell the abbot that the old man has returned."

The little monk seemed to have announced it. After a while, the gate of the temple opened with a squeak.

The little monk is not old. He is wearing a green shirt. When he sees Jiang Wang outside the door, he is surprised at his youth and excellent appearance.

"The abbot has been waiting in the wing room. Please come with me."

The little monk is leading the way.

"No, I know the way."

Holding the white cat in his arms, Jiang Wang walked towards the Abbot's wing in the surprised eyes of the little monk.

……

Several oil lamps were on in the wing room.

As soon as Jiang Wang came to the door, the people inside opened their mouth before knocking.

"Come in."

The man was ready to knock on the door, then changed to the gesture of pushing the door, gently pushed the door and entered.

Seven's eyes were full of curiosity. He jumped down from his arms, walked around the house, and had a strong desire to explore new places.

At a glance, Jiang Wu saw the old man sitting on the couch. Compared with the last meeting, he seemed to be much older, and the black hair hidden between the silver wires had completely disappeared.

Jiang Wang stared at him for a long time and finally said:

"Master."

The old man on the couch finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Benefactor Jiang, you and I have no apprenticeship."

Jiang Wu did not change his look: "but you are Xiaoqi's master."

The abbot sighed slightly and unheard: "... You still remember after all."

Jiang Wang didn't speak.

The abbot put his hands together: "the fate of gathering and parting has its own number. If you hold your mind too deeply, it will harm others and yourself."

Jiang Wang smiled sarcastically.

He is not a Buddhist, how can he have six clean roots.

This time he came to Fanjing, he wanted an answer.

"Master, you know Niannian, don't you?"

He stared at his reaction.

The abbot looked at him and sighed again from the bottom of his heart:

"So what."

The child was always alert. On the surface, he was asking him, but he had an answer in his heart. If he asked more, he just wanted to test his reaction.

Jiang Wang's fingertips trembled: "... But Niannian she doesn't know you."

Because of his amnesia, he never forgets. Until today, he can still remember the scene of that day. The Abbot's sentence "old friends come" has become a devil in his heart these two days.

Abbot: "Amitabha, benefactor Jiang, what do you want to ask?"

Jiang Wang doesn't know what he wants to ask, but he has a strong premonition in his heart. It's absurd, but it haunts him all the time.

"Is she really dead..."

He shook his head gently and denied himself.

"But I always think she's not dead yet. She's very close to me..."

He raised his eyes and looked at the abbot. His black eyes were stubborn.

"Master, you said my fate with Xiao Qi was not over. Today I want to ask for an answer again."

The abbot folded his hands and saluted to the East. He looked sideways at Jiang Wu:

"Up to now, I still have that answer."

Jiang Wang's eyes were shocked and his eyebrows were locked. He stubbornly looked at the abbot.

"... where is she?"

The abbot shook his head: "the secret of heaven must not be revealed. When the time comes, the answer will naturally clear the clouds and see the sun again."

After so many years, he still has the same answer.