Yun Qi sat alone in the last row and looked down at his phone. Zheng Xing wanted to say something, but when he thought of the two actresses who were locked outside the car door just now, his back felt cold.

Fans all say how approachable he is, how polite and gentle he is, but Zheng Xing feels that the rumors are not complete at all.

His whole body was filled with indifference as if he was not close to him.

However, his strength and status also have such proud capital.

Zheng Xing figured it out, so he lowered his head quietly, closed his eyes and rested.

The temple is located in the tower group. The golden pillars and red eaves on the roof of the temple complement each other, making it look particularly solemn and dignified in the sunset. There are two mighty stone statues at the door, guarding the sacred temple.

The drivers were introducing Xiao Yunhe to this temple along the way. Although this temple is remote, it is very incense, especially the amulets are famous far and wide, and many foreign tourists come to visit.

Xiao Yunhe just got off the bus, and Zheng Xing and Yunqi also got off the bus.

"Miss Xiao." Zheng Xing smiled and said hello.

Xiao Yun and Xiao nodded lightly, "Let's go in together."

As soon as Zheng Xing saw the goddess, he immediately forgot Yunqi.

The temple is not large in size, and the main hall is passing through a small garden. The driver just said that the incense is very popular, but Xiao Yunhe did not see anyone along the way, and it was quiet and weird.

Xiao Yunhe stepped into the main hall, and the huge statue of Sakyamuni Buddha was enshrined in the middle. On the desk beneath the seat were vases with golden branches and jade leaves and eight flawless ivory.

A little monk next to him sat cross-legged on the mat and knocked on the wooden fish.

Xiao Yunhe used to never believe in such a strange and chaotic thing, but it was already bizarre to come to this world after she died, so she couldn't help but feel a little respect in her heart.

Xiao Yunhe walked to the mat in the hall and knelt down, folded his hands together, and made a pious wish.

If the Buddha really has a spirit, let the believer go back and forth wherever he goes. The believer wishes to eat vegetarian food for the rest of his life and devote himself to the Buddha.

Xiao Yunhe opened his eyes again, and a golden light flashed in front of him, and Xiao Yunhe was in a trance for a moment.

She seemed to see her mother, lingering in sick bed, describing her thinness, and Xiao Yunhe burst into tears in an instant.

But it was only a moment, and there was a golden Buddha statue in front of me who was compassionate to the world. Everything just now seemed to be just her illusion.

Zheng Xing's surprised voice sounded in his ears: "You... why are you crying?"

Xiao Yunhe knelt quietly, without saying a word.

The little monk suddenly spoke, speaking the local language, Xiao Yunhe couldn't understand, but Zheng Xing understood a little.

"He is talking about the donor." Zheng Xing explained.

Xiao Yunhe turned his head, the little monk's skin was fair and he sat in the golden light of the setting sun and smiled at her, like a spiritual child who had saved mortals.

Xiao Yunhe walked up to him, and the little monk looked at her and smiled, opened his mouth and said something rumbled.

Zheng Xing scratched his head, but he couldn't translate it.

The little monk suddenly stood up, turned around and left the side door, took two steps to look at Xiao Yunhe, and signaled her to follow.

Xiao Yunhe followed without hesitation.

Zheng Xing also wanted to follow, but was stopped by the little monk. The little monk clasped his hands at him and refused with a gentle smile.

Zheng Xing was so anxious that he scratched his head, but no matter what he said, the little monk didn't appreciate it.

"It's not safe for you, a girl, to be in a foreign country, so I'd better follow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed across the side. Zheng Xing looked up and saw that it was Yun Qi. He saw that Yun Qi and the little monk communicated in skillful Thai. The little monk looked at Xiao Yunhe and asked in very poor Chinese: "Do you... believe him?"

Xiao Yunhe looked at Yunqi quietly and shook his head.

Yunqi grinded his teeth and stared at Xiao Yunhe with his eyes gloomy, "Okay, very good."

The little monk shook his head apologetically at Yunqi, turned around and took Xiao Yunhe out of the side door.

After coming out of the side door, there was a row of houses. The little monk walked to the innermost room and knocked on the door. A hoarse and old voice came from the door.

The little monk opened the door and made a respectful gesture to Xiao Yunhe.

After Xiao Yunhe walked in, the little monk closed the door of the room and guarded the door.

The room could be seen to the bottom at a glance, which was so simple that it could be said to be simple. An old monk wearing a yellow monk's robe sat cross-legged on the mat, turning a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, slowly opening his eyes.

The old monk's hair and beard are all white, with kind eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes are calm and compassionate.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He spoke Chinese and was fluent.

Xiao Yunhe was stunned: "Is the master Chinese?"

The old monk smiled and shook his head: "I traveled in China when I was young, please sit down by the donor." The old monk pointed to the cushion opposite.

Xiao Yunhe knelt down and asked respectfully: "Master, do you know what I want in my heart?"

The old monk twisted his beard and had a fairy-like style: "From wherever he comes, go wherever he goes."

Xiao Yunhe's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression became more respectful: "Master may help me go back?"

"It is a conditional method for the donor to come here, so why should he be attached to the past?"

Xiao Yunhe shook his head: "Because there are people I can't let go of, no matter how good this place is, it is not my home in the end."

The old monk sighed: "The donor's obsession is too deep, and he may hurt himself."

"Why do you say you are waiting for me? Do you know my existence?"

This old monk was mysterious and mysterious, and Xiao Yunhe subconsciously felt a sense of awe.

The old monk pointed at the sky: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

"Please tell me how to go back. The disciple will definitely reshape the golden body for the temple in the future."

"It's better not to mention these things outside of the body. I ask you, if your chances of going back are one in ten thousand, if you are careless, you will be doomed. Do you still have to go back?"

Xiao Yunhe said without any hesitation: "I must go back."

The master looked at her quietly for two seconds, smiled and nodded, took out a plaque from the wooden box next to her, and handed it to her with both hands.

"This is the treasure of the Zhen Temple in my temple. You can help you with it when you wear it. At critical moments, it will help you."

Xiao Yun and his hands took it, feeling as heavy as a tremendous pound, and in an instant it was as light as nothing. The quaint marks and heavy patina on it were enough to prove that this was a treasure with a history of hundreds of years.

Xiao Yunhe bowed respectfully: "Thank you for the gift from Master."

"Everything in the world is fair and just. If you take away something, you will leave something, and the most important thing to you."

...

Zheng Xing was impatient and was about to rush in when Xiao Yunhe came out.

She frowned and thoughtful, and Zheng Xing rushed over and asked her if there was anything wrong.

Xiao Yunhe shook his head, and as soon as he looked up, he bumped into Yunji's scrutiny eyes. Xiao Yunhe pursed his lips and walked past him without squinting.

If she is destined to be a passerby in this world, then don’t be involved with anyone in this world.

She left without any regrets.

That night, Xiao Yunhe had a dream, and it was also the first time she dreamed of her mother. Xiao Yunhe held the amulet in her neck and strengthened her belief in going back.
Chapter completed!