There's something wrong with my master.

It seems like it would be a good idea to spend more time with this little disciple while there is still time.

Thoughts unrelated to cultivation arose again, but were once again cut off by her.

Lin Xi blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion, covered her chest, and whispered, "Is it the obsession again?"

As if in response, my heartbeat began to speed up, thump thump.

"Don't rush me. This is a temple. You can't ask me to do it here. It's very rude."

As if he felt it made sense, his heartbeat slowly returned to normal and all those random thoughts disappeared.

Three more days passed.

Yun Changsheng, who was chewing a candied haws, looked at the jade slips on the table and asked, "Is there anything you like to read?"

"I don't know. The story is wonderful, all the details are described, and there are many different girls, but I always feel that love shouldn't be like this."

"Girls out there shouldn't be like this either."

Xiao Qian seemed very lonely. Holding a blank notebook, he continued to write the love story in his heart.

What is written is still vague and confusing, making it difficult to understand.

Xiao Bai handed another candied haws to Yun Changsheng. This guy can make everything into a candied haws.

Even corn cobs and green vegetable leaves, coated with syrup, are called Tanghulu...

Yun Changsheng had to be very careful every time he ate, for fear that one day this guy would coat something strange in syrup and hand it to him.

"I quit!"

Outside the hospital.

Rong Xiaoyu threw the pen down, leaving Xiao Shi alone.

The very cold Lady Rong accused Yun Changsheng: "One moment you want phoenix eyes, the next you want double eyelids, and the next you want a cherry mouth."

"One stick of incense ago, she said a bigger mouth looked better."

"You have an idea every three minutes. You are even harder to please than me."

Yun Changsheng: ...

He turned his back and pretended not to hear.

Rong Xiaoyu glanced at Yun Changsheng. If this man hadn't mentioned it, she would not have been willing to help others draw.

"If you don't want to draw, you don't have to." Yun Changsheng was stared at by her for a long time and finally spoke.

"I didn't say I didn't want to paint, I just didn't want to paint for others."

"..."

Thinking of Lin Xi who insisted that he bring Rong Xiaoyu with him, Yun Changsheng shook his head helplessly.

Master is really committing a sin.

It’s okay to betray someone’s affection, but it’s not good to keep them hanging like this.

Try to piss this girl off one day.

Lin Xi only told Yun Changsheng to take Rong Xiaoyu with him along the way, but did not say that Rong Xiaoyu could not go by himself.

If I get angry and leave, it shouldn't be considered a violation of the master's orders.

Yun Changsheng lowered his head in deep thought, and in the blink of an eye it was midnight.

From a great monk, he became Xiao Wan's wise monk and sneakily found Yun Changsheng who was reading Buddhist scriptures.

This monk is the youngest in the shabby courtyard and the last among the four monks.

He was responsible for all the hard work such as fetching water, chopping firewood and doing other chores.

If it weren't for the threat of Langya Tian, ​​Yun Changsheng doubted whether this guy would return to secular life immediately.

"Donor Yun, could you help me hoe all the Buddhist flowers in the yard, or burn them down?"

"Master, don't joke." Yun Changsheng shook his head and refused.

"Alas, looking at this flower, I just feel uncomfortable all over." Monk Xianzhi did not argue.

He just asked casually.

After seeing Yun Changsheng's refusal, he squatted on the roof and watched for a long time. Then, as if he had made up his mind, a Buddha's light flashed in his palm.

In an instant, all the Buddhist flowers in the entire yard began to burn, and along with them, the Buddhist flowers of the entire Lanzhu Kingdom also began to burn.

The aura belonging to the Tribulation Period quietly appeared in the courtyard.

Snow Cloud Sword: ...

It’s this monk again!

You feel uncomfortable if you don't do something, right?

Chapter 89 You Want Me to Live, I Want You to Let Go Completely (Fourth Update)

The source of the aura of the monk who is undergoing tribulation is a stone that is one meter tall.

The Buddha's light is shining brightly and the stone skin is falling off.

An old monk wearing a white cassock and with a haggard figure walked out of the stone.

He seemed to be stuck for a long time and wanted to find someone to talk to.

He ignored the little tens, hundreds, thousands and tens of thousands who came out to look, and at a glance he saw Yun Changsheng who was closest.

"I may have loved someone before. Maybe she was my wife. We may have loved each other very much. We didn't ask to live together, but to die together."

"Later, she was killed."

The old monk clasped his hands together and continued.

"Donor, how long do you think it will take to completely forget a person's appearance and voice?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Changsheng glanced at the still burning Buddha flowers and the four monks, and finally looked at Xiao Shi, and suddenly realized.

"After a few decades, a person's voice and appearance will become very vague."

Xiao Shi really forgot what the woman should look like, so no matter how Rong Xiaoyu drew him, he was not satisfied.

The old monk looked at Yun Changsheng approvingly, put his hands together and bowed, completely treating Yun Changsheng as a chat partner.

"Donor, you are very intelligent, but unfortunately you already have a master." He said with regret, and then continued: "Donor, how long do you think it will take for her to forget her past habits and preferences?"

"That should be a few hundred years."

Xiaobai’s candied haws taste both bitter and sweet, and no one knows what’s in the syrup. Even the scented tea is changed every day, but she is never satisfied.

Maybe the old monk’s ex-wife didn’t like drinking scented tea or eating candied haws.

"Donor, how long does it take to forget having loved someone?" the old monk continued to ask.

"A few thousand years."

Yun Changsheng sighed.

Xiao Qian, who is very interested in love, writes about emotions in a vague way.

He had forgotten her voice, her appearance, her habits, and finally what this person was like and whether he had ever loved her.

If you have loved, how did you love?

Xiao Qian can’t remember these.

"Donor, how long do you think it will take to completely forget someone?"

"Tens of thousands of years."

"Yes, tens of thousands of years. I remember she liked a certain kind of flower. I've always remembered it."

"I've practiced for decades, and I still remember it."

"After practicing for hundreds of years, I still remember it."

"After practicing for thousands of years, I recalled it again, but I only remembered that she liked that flower very much. I don't know why."

"Today, I finally forgot about this flower. I really don't know what kind of flowers she likes, white or yellow, or maybe other colors."

"Congratulations, Master. You've finally let it go." Yun Changsheng stopped the four monks behind him and shook his head. "So it was all you."

“It’s all me.”

The old monk nodded, and the four monks chanted a Buddhist name, turned into four rays of light, and returned to the old monk's body.

Tens of thousands of years ago, there lived a loving couple, and the rose was a token of their love.

She may like sweet, sour, or salty.

She may be very beautiful or she may be ordinary.

No one will know this anymore. The person who had remembered her for tens of thousands of years finally forgot her completely.

It turns out that it would take tens of thousands of years to completely forget his wife's voice, appearance, habits, and everything about her.

"My wife once said that the monks in the Water Palace Temple are free from all four elements, so she asked me to learn more. Now it is true that the monks are free from all four elements."

"really."

The old monk nodded, his figure faded and disappeared, and no one knew what he was going to deal with.

At the place where he had just stood, the ground suddenly collapsed and formed the shape of a coffin.

The old monk's wife was once buried there.

After tens of thousands of years, the coffin inside has long since rotted away, and the person buried in the coffin has also turned into soil.

"It turns out that as long as time is long enough, you can completely forget the woman you love deeply."

"Lin Duoduo, is this what you want to tell me?"

At the beginning, Lin Duoduo proposed to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, but in the end he only reached the East China Sea. He traveled for more than ten years on the road and drifted on the sea for decades.

But I didn't go to any other place.

The person who knows Yun Changsheng best in the world is Lin Duoduo. Only she knows how deeply this man loves her.

She seemed to have anticipated that Yun Changsheng would never give up on saving her.

He would even carry her on his back to see the beautiful scenery she wanted to see.

So Lin Duoduo circled Langya Pavilion on his travel map, as the scenery there was indeed unique.

But more importantly, there is a person there named Langya Tian.

That man loved his wife very much tens of thousands of years ago, as deeply as Yun Changsheng loved Lin Duoduo.

But tens of thousands of years later, this deep love turned into torture for each other.

Even after tens of thousands of years of rescue, the person he saved may not necessarily be his original wife.

Lin Duoduo might want Yun Changsheng to watch all this and then give up some stupid ideas, as the lessons of the past are right in front of him.

Afterwards, I came to the Shuifu Temple and met a monk who had spent tens of thousands of years finally forgetting everything.

It turns out that time can really make people forget the person they loved the most.

"If you can't save me, you have to let me go."

"What do you want me to see next?"

Lin Xi seemed to have thought of something as well. He looked through the black coffin and looked at the soul between Yun Changsheng's eyebrows.

That soul contains memories that she doesn't have.

As if it sensed Lin Xi's spying, its soul drilled deep into Yun Changsheng's brows, as if saying, "If you dare to use force, I will run away."

"You're so stingy. I don't even want to see it." Lin Xi curled his lips and ignored him.

She didn't care about such a small fragment of soul.

Yun Changsheng looked at the night sky, took a cushion and prepared to go into the house to meditate. He sat there for the whole night.

He also thought about many things that night.