Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 315
Fang Zilan's smile froze on her face, Mo Han took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, grabbed her wrist, and bandaged the wound for her.But she was not moved at all, still staring at the long burning lamp next to her, as if she had lost her soul.

"Sister Lan?" Mo Han waved her hand in front of Fang Zilan's eyes, she came back to her senses, "What?"

Mo Han followed her gaze and looked over, "The ever-burning lamp next to it..."

"Amitabha." The old monk interrupted Mo Han, before he had time to say anything, he heard a deep voice: "It's okay."

Fang Zilan turned her head and met Zhuge Yu's deep gaze, "Ah Yu, why are you here?"

Zhuge Yu didn't answer, but the old monk asked, "Mr. Zhuge, has the Buddha lamp on the pagoda already been lit?"

"Well, this year there is also Master Lao." Zhuge Yu walked to the table, took the lamp oil by the table with ease, and added oil to the ever-burning lamp with "Zhuge Shan" engraved on the Buddha card.

However, when he saw the ever-burning lamp engraved with "Zhuge Jun" next to him, Zhuge Yu's expression was gloomy, his eyes complicated, and his hands stopped involuntarily.

"Young Master Zhuge..." As soon as the old monk opened his mouth, Zhuge Yu cut him off, "Why didn't he remove the lamp?"

"Amitabha." The old monk said in a low voice, "Since the mortal relationship is over, there is nothing to do with the world. It's just a lamp, why should you be obsessed with it, Mr. Zhuge?"

"This is the lantern." Zhuge Yu's voice trembled imperceptibly, "He doesn't care, but..."

He didn't go on, Fang Zilan on the side heard something wrong, and said cautiously: "Even if it is a dark lamp, it is also a thought. Don't you hear that people die like a lamp going out? If there is no thought, then the person is really Gone."

"Master Fang's words are quite wise." The old monk praised, "I think Master Fang has a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

Fang Zilan nodded slightly, "The master is absurd. I just think that people live for a lifetime, and what they live is just a thought."

Hearing this, Zhuge Yu bit his lip, as if making up his mind, he slowly added oil to the ever-burning lamp engraved with "Zhuge Jun".

"Master, Sister Lan, Young Master Mo, I want to stay alone for a while, is that okay?" Zhuge Yu's voice was very soft, revealing a feeling of exhaustion, Fang Zilan's heart was flustered, she didn't say anything, and talked with the old monk Walked out of the Buddhist hall with Mo Han.

The three of them hadn't gone far before the old monk said, "Lord Fang, please stay."

Fang Zilan stopped and said, "What advice, Master?"

"I can't talk about teaching, but I just saw Master Fang's words and deeds just now, and I can't vomit some things." The old monk saluted, "If there is any offense, please don't be offended by Master Fang."

Fang Zilan smiled lightly, and said frankly: "Master, it's okay to say."

"Since Mr. Fang can say what people want to live, he should be an eclectic and free and easy person, but now he offers a lamp for thousands of dead." The old monk sighed softly, "Mr. Fang's move It is tantamount to tying the shackles to the body, carrying a heavy load forward, and it may not be long-term.”

"I entered the Dao of Asura. If it weren't for the blood and bones, I wouldn't be able to go on today." Fang Zilan's expression was very calm, "For me, the dead are not the shackles, but the driving force that supports me to go on."

Hearing this, Mo Han opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Fang Zilan cupped her fists and saluted, "Anyway, thank you for your advice, master."

"Lord Fang, you don't need to be so polite." The old monk Zhuang Rong said solemnly: "Everyone has their own way to choose, I hope Master Fang will be firm and have no regrets or complaints." He said and left.

"Let's go." Fang Zilan looked at Mo Han, who was stunned, "Sister Lan, are you waiting for Mr. Zhuge?"

"Who doesn't have a few personal concerns?" Fang Zilan looked back at the brightly lit Buddhist hall, "Let Ah Yu be alone."

"Sister Lan..." Mo Han hesitated to speak, Fang Zilan laughed softly, "Mo Han, I did hide a lot of things from you. I will tell you everything after I return home. You can decide at that time , Do you want to stay in the capital?"

"Sister Lan wants to drive me away?" Mo Han's expression froze, Fang Zilan said quietly: "It is easy to attack the country, but it is difficult to defend the country. Under the prosperity of the capital, there are turbulent waves. The peace in front of you may not last long."

She said and patted Mo Han on the shoulder, "I'm already in the vortex, and I can't get out. But you are the most selfish of all my selfishness, and I will protect you no matter what. So, while you are still You can go as far as you can without getting involved."

Mo Han smiled slightly and said, "Sister Lan hasn't told me everything yet, why should I leave?"

"Mo Han..." Fang Zilan was about to say something, but seeing someone approaching, she had to swallow back the words she hadn't said yet.

"I haven't seen Master Yuan today. Could it be that Master is in seclusion?" The man who spoke was dressed in brocade clothes. At first glance, he looked like the son of a rich family. I'm very happy, of course I can't see you."

"Old friend?" The man raised his eyebrows, "Could it be some eminent monk? Let's go and have a look."

"My lord, I'm afraid it's not right." The boy looked troubled, but the man didn't care, he went straight through the corridor and walked towards the meditation room on the back mountain.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan's expression turned cold, and after exchanging glances with Mo Han, he followed him calmly.

Compared with the temple in front of the mountain, which is full of incense and incense, and there is an endless stream of believers, the back mountain is obviously much deserted, and there are almost no people along the way.

Fang Zilan was a little strange, and he didn't know whether it was because Master Liao Yuan didn't want to be disturbed, or because his old friend was too crowded and drove everyone out.When she got near the meditation room, she didn't even see a single monk.

Among the many dark meditation courtyards, only one small courtyard was lit, and a tall figure could be vaguely seen in the courtyard.The man couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw someone, but he was kicked out as soon as he walked over.

"Master and my master have something to talk about. I hope this young master is more interested. Don't bother me." The cold voice was mixed with the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and the man and the servant left angrily.

Fang Zilan, who was hiding in the dark, froze in place. She had excellent hearing, so she could hear the words clearly.The person who spoke just now was actually Xia Houzhang?
Then the master in his mouth can only be... Li Shengxuan?

Li Shengxuan and Master Yuan are old friends?The emperor of Dajing and the abbot of Baiye Temple sound like two people who have nothing to do with each other. How could they overlap?

Mo Han tugged Fang Zilan's sleeve lightly, and gestured: "He's gone, should we leave?"

Fang Zilan came out from the dark place, Mo Han was stunned for a moment, then walked out with her, and stood in the bright place.

Xia Houzhang was not surprised to see the two. Fang Zilan walked up to him, and before he could speak, he heard a squeak, and the door of the meditation room opened.

Sure enough, Li Shengxuan appeared in front of several people, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "You're here."

Fang Zilan saluted, her downcast eyes sank, "Your Majesty knew I would come?"

Li Shengxuan didn't answer, a monk in a plain cassock came out behind him, "The poor monk has met Master Fang."

Fang Zilan raised her head and looked at the legendary eminent monk.After seeing his face clearly, she suddenly widened her eyes and said in shock, "You..."

　Who is Master Liaoyuan?The next chapter will be announced~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)