"Uh, headache..."

When Ning Yi opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, and there was a faint smoke in front of him. He subconsciously grabbed around and grabbed a corner of the bedding.

This is...home?

He struggled to hold his forehead, his limbs were sore, and his cheeks were sore.

After a moment of powerlessness, I closed my eyes again and tried to recall what happened last night.

Qingbai City.

cemetery.

Jade lion... Blood Jade Pendant Chain.

Sui Yangzhu.

Sui Yangzhu?

When Ning Yi thought about it, he woke up instantly and suddenly stood up.

A lazy and hoarse voice came into my ears.

"Ning Yi... are you awake?"

The "sleepy" girl climbed up from Ning Yi's left. She yawned, rubbed her black eyes, and muttered: "Brother...I'm hungry."

......

......

It's dawn.

There are many temples in Xiling, mostly in the wilderness, especially in Qingbai City. This area is said to be too serious for the underground killing. Bodhisattvas have built many Buddhist temples to suppress the killing karma. They are old and mostly dilapidated.

One of the taboos that are widely circulated in Xiling is to stay in the Bodhisattva Temple in Qingbai City.

No one goes to the temple.

Ning Yi has lived in the temple for more than ten years. As soon as he remembered, he lived in a temple outside Xiling. It was not scary to enter the temple alone. After walking a lot in this difficult world, he realized that if the illusory ghosts such as bulls, ghosts, gods and snakes really exist, they might be more friendly than the human heart.

At least Ning Yi never encountered any trouble when he lived alone in the temple.

After picking up the girl, for safety and being careful, Ning Yi walked for more than ten days on a windy and snowy night road, and carried her to the dilapidated temple in Qingshui City, where she settled.

Settled here for ten years.

The dilapidated temple is not big, and there is an ancient statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the main hall. When cleaning the backyard, a bed, a broken table, and a stove can be moved out.

Ning Yi squatted down and added fire to the bottom of the stove and broke the wooden branches.

He sniffed his nose gently, and the smoke from the main hall drifted to the backyard was slowly rising.

The incense in the Buddha's niche was broken for a long time, and there was only one stick of incense left, and I was reluctant to light it.

"Pei Fan, the last stick of incense is here. When I am going to take you home in two days, I would like to ask the Bodhisattva to bless you. You just burn it like this?" Ning Yi kept adding firewood under the stove and sighed.

The incident in Qingbai’s suburbs last night was probably almost the same.

After I fainted, thanks to the clever girl, she dragged herself back all the way depending on the situation.

The Sui Yang Pearl seems to be gone, and the blood jade chain is still there, not as valuable as the Sui Yang Pearl. At least it can be sold for money, so you won’t starve to death on the way to Tiandu at that time.

As for the last scene in my mind, Ning Yi thought it was farting.

Think carefully, rack your brains, and recall every detail from entering the tomb to fainting.

Ning Yi couldn't understand why his cheeks were so hot that he was suffocated by Tie Plum for more than a dozen times?

Is there really something unclean outside Qingbai City?

Ning Yi was so scared that he silently recited the Bodhisattva blessing in his heart.

"Ning Yi...You were scary last night, pale and unconscious. You slapped dozens of slaps on both sides but didn't respond."

The girl holding a big bowl of noodles with big mouthfuls, with no manners at all, staring at her eyes and muttering with the noodles in her mouth: "If you die, who will cook for me?"

Ning Yi's eyes widened and finally understood why his cheeks hurt so much.

He was not angry and brought a bowl of noodles. He hurriedly ate a few bites and said vaguely: "Eat quickly. After eating, we will pack up and leave in two days. We can't stay here anymore. We sell the chains and exchange them for money. I'll take you home."

Pei Fan suddenly stopped talking.

Ning Yi continued to eat noodles.

The atmosphere became quiet.

Ning Yi raised his head and glanced at the girl. He saw her silently put down the bowl, squatting on the bed, hugging her knees, and then lowering her head to eat noodles.

Ning Yi, who had eaten half a bite of noodles, suddenly raised his head and looked at Pei Fan again.

He pointed to the noodle bowl and said, "Aren't you shouting about hungry... There is still half a bowl left? You won't eat it?"

Pei Fan said hoarsely: "Ning Yi, why are you so kind all of a sudden?"

Ning Yi was speechless.

The girl took out the ancient order from her waist, and there was a broken petal carved on it. Her nose said sourly: "From Xiling to Tiandu, it's 108,000 miles away. You finally have a chain now. After selling it, we can live a stable life. Buy a small house in Qingbai City, and you don't have to sneak around anymore... If you sell it as a fortune, you won't be afraid to send me to the imperial capital. When you find out, this token is fake, my identity is fake, and there is no such thing as a top three Sui Dynasty 'Uncle Xu', who will come to Xiling to find me, and Luojia Mountain has never had a disciple... "

"Will you leave me?"

Ning Yi lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

The boy didn't speak.

The fire in the stove was beating and dry, and Mars rolled.

......

......

Ning Yi picked up Pei Fan ten years ago.

He will always remember the day when the snow was heavy on the West Ridge.

A middle-aged man with broken clothes came from the dilapidated temple, holding a sleepy girl. The man was covered in blood and put down the girl in the Buddhist niche, leaving behind this ancient order.

Ning Yi didn't know how to practice. He didn't know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was, but he knew that this man was much better than the so-called "cultivational masters" he saw in Qingshui City.

That day, outside the temple was surrounded and blocked.

While the middle-aged man stepped out of the Bodhisattva Temple, he raised his sleeves and his sword energy was rising. The Buddha statues in the temple collapsed, and the snowy waterfalls outside the temple were scattered. The particles were clearly distinguished and the upside down storms were trembling.

The sword weapon opens its edge, hides its murderous aura, and is no longer implicit.

The sound of killing lasted for a whole day and night.

When all the noises dissipated and there was no more noise, Ning Yi went out to investigate and found that within ten miles of the radius, the ice and snow melted, and there were corpses everywhere, including monks, black and white clothes, and the blood dried up, and he had already died.

The weeds are bent on their waists and there is no vitality.

No matter how, if you stay, you will only cause trouble, so Ning Yi fled all the way with the sleepy girl on her back, and drove away for ten days at night, staying away from here.

He guessed in his heart that the man covered in blood was the "Uncle Xu" who Pei Fan had always mentioned to him, but in such a tragic situation... If the man surnamed Xu was alive, how could he pass by day and night and fail to return?

There is already a lot of luck.

Ning Yi remembered that when he first came to this temple, the seriously ill girl was extremely obedient and waited quietly, not crying or making a fuss.

At that time, Pei Fan was not Pei Fan. Every day, she was as quiet as a wooden doll, with a pale face and stared at the outside of the temple in a daze, without saying a word or eating a grain of rice.

But I didn't know that the person I was waiting for would never come again.

After three days of hunger, the girl took Ning Yi's food and swallowed it voraciously. The first thing she asked Ning Yi was.

"Is it useful to make a wish to the Bodhisattva?"

"It's useful...very." Ning Yi, who was also young, couldn't bear it and comforted softly: "Believe me."

After a while, the little girl knelt in front of the Bodhisattva statue, holding the incense with her hands hard, her upper body was straight, her thin body was shaking, her lips bite blood, her eyes were still clear, and she said tremblingly: "Bodhisattva, I know my parents and Uncle Xu, they are still alive... They are just busy, put me here, and one day, they will come to pick me up, right?"

Someone in the temple left a lingering fragrance, and it was lit by Ning Yi at that time.

The incense lingers in front of the Bodhisattva statue, without sound.

The girl knelt in front of the Buddha statue all night and fell asleep for a long time.

Ning Yi listened to the trivial words all night.

Ning Yi had no home at that time.

He thought at the time that if he had a home, he would definitely cherish it.

Now he has it.

Putting down the dishes, Ning Yi picked up a white-washed rag, gently wiped the corners of Pei Fan's mouth, and smiled and said, "Hey, you have to laugh, be happy. When you buy a brand new piece of clothing and send you back to Tiandu, you can't let others laugh at us."

"Don't blame your parents for not coming to find you..."

"Xiling has been a little harder in the past ten years. If the people in Tiandu treat you badly, then I, then I... Then I will take you back, buy a big house, give it to you, and give it to you a lot of noodles every day, and you will never let you go hungry again."

Pei Fan burst into tears and laughed, and choked up and said, "I don't want to eat noodles."

Ning Yi also laughed.

The two of them used their money to offset the money, and the young man said in a young voice: "I'll send you back, one thousand miles, ten thousand miles, no matter how far... don't worry."

The sunshine from the dilapidated temple shone in. The fourteen-year-old Pei Fan smiled so happily for the first time.
Chapter completed!