The Path Toward Heaven

In the cold spring over the Dayuan City, the people quickly turned over the boxes and turned over the cabinets, and turned over the thick winter clothes again.

Cotton jackets that have been removed from the store are selling again, and often even out of stock.

Several large cars parked in front of the clothing store, and the guys kept moving goods below. In cold weather, the mist generated by the sweat was very eye-catching.

In front of an antique shop not far away, a man looked at these scenes with hot tea and asked, "Did the winter clothes and charcoal from the guys go down?"

This man is about thirty years old, with a calm temperament, clear eyes, and slightly white temples.

It was the son of Li that year.

The manager of the antique shop said repeatedly: "If you go back to your son, everything is done."

Before Jing Jiu and Dongdong left Ohara City, he left him a box of gold leaves, and he used them to open an antique shop.Shortly thereafter, his father, Li Taishou, was released from prison. The officials of Ohara City were shocked, and of course they had to give a little more face. The antique business is naturally good.

Ten years later, he has become a famous cultural merchant in Ohara City, but he is still known as Li Gongzi because he has not been married.

The governor went on to say, "Yesterday, Sanqian came over and bought a lot of quilted jackets and quilts. I don't know if I was going to prepare for the winter."

San Qian'an was not well-known in Ohara City, and the manager was naturally obliged by the owner to pay attention to every move there.

Li Gongzi was a little surprised, thinking that there were only a few elderly teachers in the temple, and he never did anything like congee. What did he do to buy so many jackets?

He decided to check it out in a few days.

I haven't been there for years, and I missed it.

He remembered that year, after drinking wine with those friends, he strayed into the depths of the valley, greedy the sunrise, and fell into the lotus pond ... couldn't help laughing.

After a smile, it was a little sad.

...

...

He said that it was a few days to see it. In fact, Li Gongzi went the next day.

This has nothing to do with the occasional rise, just found a very suitable reason to revisit the old place.

In the first few years, he often went to the temple, playing the piano against the unmanned lake, and the nun in the temple ignored him.

The sound of the piano was floating on the lake, and no one came, so he gradually came less, until he didn't come again.

Looking at the two words on the stone, Li Gongzi remembered what happened then, shook his head, and walked in.

As in those years, the teachers and princes in the temple did not appear.

He didn't go far, and he felt a little strange, thinking how could it be so cold here?

The stream has been frozen, the snow on the bridge is extremely thick, and there are no footprints. The roofs of the temples on the opposite side also have extremely thick snow, which makes people worry whether they will be crushed.

He walked slowly across the snow bridge to the Zen room and looked in.

The round window, facing the snow lake over there, cut out a beautiful world.

In the house, countless quilts piled on the floor, like a mountain, and a little girl was buried inside.

The little girl was wrapped in a quilt, her mouth and nose were covered, only her closed eyes were exposed, her face pale, as if she didn't breathe.

Li Gongzi was taken aback, looked around, and confirmed that no one was, without hesitation, over the railing and rushed into the house.

There was a muffled noise, and an invisible force bounced him back and fell heavily in the snow.

He didn't get up, pulled a knife from his boots, looked at the Zen room, and thought where he should go?

"Put down the knife, I don't want to kill you."

There was a voice in the snow.

The voice was very cold, without any emotion.

Holding the knife, Li Gongzi watched the voice with vigilance and said, "Who are you? What did you do to that little girl!"

The voice did not answer him.

Li Gongzi shouted angrily: "She will be crushed to death!"

In his view, the little girl was afraid that she would be crushed to death by mountain-like cotton, but he did not want to think so, and still wanted to keep some hope.

Quietly, Jing Jiu came over from the snow and looked at him calmly and said, "She is not dead."

Looking at his face, Li Gongzi couldn't help but stunned, and there was a confusion in his mind, murmured: "Then she will also be heated to death."

"She will not be killed by heat. If you don't, everyone in Ohara City will be frozen to death."

After saying this, Jing Jiu turned and walked towards the snow lake behind the Zen room.

Li Gongzi was finally awake. His memories of that year poured into his heart. Looking at his back, his voice trembled and asked, "You ... are you back?"

"She shouldn't be here again."

Jing Jiu's figure disappeared over the Zen room.

Li Gongzi slowly lowered his hand holding the knife, then lowered his head.

At that time, he guessed that the brothers and sisters should be immortals. Today, looking at Jing Jiu's face, there is no change from that year. Knowing that he guessed right, he couldn't help but feel bitter.

Suddenly the father escaped the disaster, the ancient painting was sent back, and the insidious friend was arrested. He also doubted whether it was related to the brothers and sisters.

And that box of gold leaves.

There are too many things to ask, but I don't know where to start.

The fairy tales are different, the world is like dust, and each other's time is different.

He stood in the snow for a long time, took a deep punch in the Zen room, and turned to leave.

Tong Yan and Qing'er came to the bar outside the Zen room and looked at the figure that left, feeling so strange.

Who is this guy?

In front of the meditation room, Jing Jiu used the killing tactics set by Chengtian sword. This person wanted to enter the meditation room, but he didn't die. Naturally, Jiu Jiu didn't want him to die and temporarily withdrew his formation.

What's even more incredible is that Jing Jiu actually said a few words with this person. With his temperament, this is really a very rare thing.

Qing'er turned to look at Xue Ji, who was suppressed by the quilt, and gave birth to more puzzles.

In Qingtianjian's illusion, she has watched Jing Jiu for decades, knowing him better than most people in the real world.

Jing Jiu is afraid of trouble and doesn't like to cause trouble. To be precise, he is afraid of death. Why would he agree with Tong Yan's approach and come here with Xue Ji?

The night is coming, the snow clouds cover the stars, and the little lights in the darkness are striking.

The old nun came out slowly, using the trembling hands to turn on the remaining ten lights in sequence.

Jing Jiu said: "It's hard work."

The old nun raised his head and looked at him and said, "I have run out of life. I should have died a few years ago. It's not easy to survive until now. I was thinking ..."

This sentence was not finished, the unfinished words became a sigh.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "She is fine now and she should wake up in a few years."

The old nun said nothing more, and returned to his house with the help of his disciples.

The lamps in the three thousand temples are longevity lamps that have been used for more than a hundred years. Taking the old nun's realm as an example, only ten lights can be lit every night.

After a few days, she finally lit all the longevity lamps in the temple and successfully started the formation of Shuiyue Temple.

With this formation, Xue Ji's dispersal or loss of coldness will be controlled.

Jing Jiu looked to the sky and found that it was no longer snowing, knowing that Xue Ji should wake up soon.

Qin suddenly heard the sound of piano.

He looked over there.

Li Gongzi dressed in black cloak, sitting in the snow, with Guqin lying on his knee, playing intently.

Its sound is striking, and its rest is warm.

This is Wang Chunyin.

Winter has passed and spring will come.

If you do n’t come, you do n’t come.

Probably this means.