Seeing the obvious change in her son's expression, Wang thought that at the beginning, Xiuyuan put such great pressure on him as soon as he came back. Wang regretted his recklessness, but Xiuyuan looked at his mother, "How are they?"

Wang paused, "The Taoist priest is still like that. Mochou has lost a lot of weight, is very haggard, and has a bad face."

Xiuyuan's guilt hit again. The girl with big eyes used to laugh and talk, but now she can imagine her appearance even if she doesn't meet.

"But don't worry, I will ask someone to take good care of them." Wang touched his son's hand, "I originally asked them to come back to live, but Mochou didn't want to, you know--"

Xiuyuan nodded, and Wang stopped talking.

"You have a good rest," Wang left the room after taking a look at his son.

After Xiuyuan waited for his mother to leave, he returned to the bed and lay down, pillowing his arm to look at the simple curtain. This is home, his room, with a warm bed and a warm quilt. When it was cold, a servant brought the stove. He sighed and turned around. Looking at the familiar room where he had been sleeping for sixteen years, Xiuyuan suddenly felt unfamiliar.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xiuyuan didn’t know how he got into sleep, so he returned to the purple bamboo forest again.

There was a fog, and he groped forward slowly until he saw the familiar gate, high above. Xiuyuan didn't understand why he had returned here. He turned around and wanted to leave here. At the moment he turned around, a voice called him.

"You're here."

Xiu Yuan turned around and saw the robes of plain clothes and robes. The Venerable stood on the steps at the door and looked at him.

Xiuyuan nodded unnaturally, "This is a dream."

The Venerable's face was a calm face, like the last expression accumulated from too many changes in wind and frost. So calm and no longer burdened by worldly emotions.

And he still had the string of Buddhist beads that were missing. He slowly moved the Buddhist beads, and when he reached the void, he would pause for a while and then slowly turn around.

The door behind the Venerable opened, and he looked at Xiuyuan. Xiuyuan understood that he wanted to go in with him. He stepped onto the steps and followed him.

I don’t know why, but there is a magic power here. No matter how anxious the mood is, it will be calm here.

It was cold and quiet inside, just like the first time I came here.

Xiuyuan looked at the back of the Venerable, for some reason he felt that his back was much more lonely than his expression, like an old man in his twilight years, already in a very old state.

Xiuyuan felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. He returned to that room again, which was a Buddhist temple. The Venerable and Xiuyuan sat down cross-legged.

Xiuyuan looked at the incense burner in front of him, and he was confused in this illusory smoke.

The Venerable didn't speak, but still turned the Buddhist beads, thinking about cultivating fate, and he might know everything.

"I found the Buddhist bead." Xiuyuan paused, "But--I didn't listen to them, and I still persisted in giving the Buddhist beads unswervingly."

The turn of the Venerable's hand stopped for a moment, but he still had no expression.

Xiuyuan bowed to the Venerable, as if he was apologizing for his crime. He could not look up at the Venerable's expression, but could only see the Buddhist beads turning in his hand.

I don’t know how long it took for the Venerable to speak, “I know.”

Xiuyuan didn't understand, so he raised his head, the Venerable lowered his narrow eyes, Xiuyuan could see his deep and dark eyes, "Did you already know?"

The Venerable nodded. He stopped turning the Buddhist beads and gently flicked his sleeves. The cigarette on the incense burner in front of him turned into an intoxicating Xiuyuan's eyes.

Xiuyuan saw a pair of eyes in the smoke. The familiar eyes were dark and deep. She looked at herself persistently. Her eyes were still agile, with more keenness that many animals should have. Xiuyuan looked at the little fox, and she was curled up there, so small, but there were still nine very small tails behind her. Xiuyuan's heart melted suddenly, and that was unswerving.

Xiuyuan smiled faintly, unconsciously.

Looking at him persistently, it was so real, as if it was right in front of me. Xiuyuan looked up inadvertently and faced the arhat's eyes. Xiuyuan had been confused for a moment.

There was sadness, reluctance, and helplessness in the eyes of the arhat. It was a rare look of an immortal. He thought that the arhat had no emotions.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the Arhat took back his eyes. He looked at the cultivation of fate, but he didn't understand.

"Do you blame me?"

The Arhat didn't speak, and the echo of cultivating fate could be heard in the room. After a long time, the Arhat slowly raised his head, "The fate of a marriage will be destined, and we cannot force it and cannot change it arbitrarily."

Xiuyuan looked at the Arhat, and the two of them stared at each other in this small space.

Buyu sat by the water, and a drop of water fell into the lake and stirred up a faint ripples. Then, drop after drop, Buyu raised his head. It turned out that it was raining. Buyu raised his head and looked at the gray sky. She stretched out her hand to catch the rain. It was rootless water, which gathered into a small beach in her palm.

Mo Chou walked out and looked at Buyu's back. Buyu seemed to feel something. She turned around and looked at the woman in the drizzle.

Buyu was stunned. Mochou looked at her. After a few days, Mochou lost weight a lot. Buyu stood up and nodded to her, "Mochou."

Mochou didn't say anything, she came with nothing, and she couldn't feel her anger and murderous aura, so she was not afraid. Mochou walked towards her until she was only one foot away from her face to face.

Mochou looked at her, Buyu was so beautiful that women were fascinated by her. She stared at her directly, and this gaze made Buyu feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm not here to kill you, so you don't have to worry." Mo Chou slowly said.

Unwaveringly nodded, she understood that Mochou looked like a person who had already given up, without any hope, and without any life.

"Cultivate him, not here."

"I'm not here to look for him," Mo Chou replied.

Buyu didn't understand, "Are you coming to find me?"

Mochou nodded and looked at Mochou unwaveringly. When she was waiting for her to say something, Mochou was unexpectedly calm. She looked at the lake, layer by layer of ripples caused by the rain, and the two of them were gradually penetrated by the rain.

"I originally wanted to leave and never come back." Mo Chou said, "There is nothing I miss here anymore."

Buyu was a little sad. Listening to Mochou’s words, how good her name is, Mochou, without sorrow.

Mo Chou smiled bitterly, "But I can't let it go, I still don't have the courage to leave, I don't know where I'm going."

Buyu doesn’t know what he wants to say, what he says can soothe Mochou’s heart.

Mochou raised his head and the rain flowed down his cheeks into his collar, "I used to think I would be very happy."

Looking at Mochou with unswerving sadness, Mochou was already full of sorrow. She shook her head, "I used to think that I could make Xiuyuan very happy."
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