Bai Gui Ye Xing

In fact, in my belief and imagination, the Sansheng Stone should be three or four meters high, and the surroundings are gloomy, but the real Sansheng Stone is not at all the same as I imagined.

The Sansheng Stone is more than ten meters high, standing on the Gobi Desert like a pillar, and there are three large characters on it, Sansheng Stone.

"Is this the Sansheng Stone?" I looked around in surprise after getting out of the car and asked, "Why is there no one guarding the treasure in the underworld?"

Uncle Liu explained: "This is the Sansheng Stone. As long as you touch it with your arm, you will get some memories of your previous life. As for the specifics, I don't know, because I haven't seen it with this."

I asked strangely: "Uncle Liu, haven't you read it? Didn't you say that everyone who reincarnated in the underworld will read the Sansheng Stone?"

Uncle Liu shook his head and said, "That's nonsense. To be honest, the Sansheng Stone is not good for me. On the contrary, there are many disadvantages."

"harm,"

I frowned, I didn't expect that looking at things would be bad.

Uncle Liu said: "If you recover the memory of the previous life, maybe the current consciousness is controlled by the memory of the previous life. In fact, it is a very simple reason, so ordinary people will not come to see the Sansheng Stone. As for your master bringing you here Look, it should be because I have confidence in you, "

I smiled wryly, I have fart confidence, the situation that Uncle Liu said has always been a problem that I am very worried about.

Shaking my head, what am I thinking? It’s all down. Is it possible to lose the chain at this time? I nodded to Uncle Liu and asked: "Uncle, just put your hands on it.",

"Yes," Uncle Liu nodded.

I walked up to the Sansheng Stone and looked at this huge stone. I might not feel anything when I stood far away. When I got closer, although it looked like an ordinary stone, it was a long-known Sansheng Stone. Shaking his teeth, he stretched out his right hand and touched it.

Suddenly, my brain hurt and I passed out.

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Where is this place? I looked around and suddenly found myself in a ruined temple. In front of me was a scholar who looked exactly like me sitting on the ground eating steamed buns.

This scene is exactly the same as my last dream, but this one is just like a TV series, it seems to continue where the previous dream ended, and the current situation, how should I put it, feels very clear, as if I am in the same place Similarly, I can feel the coldness of this ruined temple, and this feeling is not what the last dream could give me.

That scholar, that is, Ning Caichen, didn't notice my existence either.

The night passed quickly, and after dawn the next day, Ning Caichen didn't even intend to leave. He cleaned up a room in the ruined temple and prepared to live in it, watching this guy's dumbfounded look.

Although I really want to remind him that there are ghosts here and that he has to leave, but it is impossible for him to hear it. When I think about it again, these things actually happened more than 1000 years ago, and now these things are just equivalent to movies or something.

I feel very boring now. I watched Ning Caichen sitting in the room with a scroll for an entire afternoon. As I said before, my current situation is not the same as dreaming, but after an hour of this dream, I will It felt like an hour had passed.

Finally, the next night came, and Ning Caichen was still studying hard with candles on. If converted to real time, it would be about ten o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, the door of the ruined temple was opened with a bang, and Ning Caichen As soon as Caichen heard the noise downstairs, he quickly got up and went out to check the situation, and I also hurried out.

I went out and saw that it was Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian was still wearing white clothes. When she saw Ning Caichen, she frowned and said, "You scholar, didn't I let you go yesterday? Why are you still here? "

When Ning Caichen saw that it was Nie Xiaoqian, he smiled and replied, "Miss, I don't know something, and I'm having a hard time spending money. I plan to rest here for a few nights, draw some calligraphy and paintings and sell them in nearby towns, so I can make up enough money." leave again,"

"Young master also knows calligraphy and painting," Nie Xiaoqian's face softened a lot after hearing this.

"I understand a little bit," Ning Caichen nodded, and then even ran to his room to take out an oil lamp and some calligraphy and paintings he drew and handed them to Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian praised it again and again when she saw it, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly picked up one of the paintings and asked, "My lord, I don't know where you came from for this painting."

I was bored by the side, originally, I didn't understand these paintings at all, but when I heard Nie Xiaoqian's words suddenly, I leaned over and looked at it, paralyzed, isn't this painting Han Sifan? , that is Nie Xiaoqian.

To be honest, it looks so similar and the painting is so good. The Nie Xiaoqian in this painting was drawn under a peach blossom, and the smile on her face was unusually bright. Ning Caichen looked at this painting and sighed and said: " I bought this painting from a pair of lonely old people in a nearby town some time ago. I saw that the two old people had no children and lived in poverty, so I wanted to give them the money. I took a painting from his house and took it away, saying that I bought the painting with money, so I bought it.”

When I saw Nie Xiaoqian, I was already in tears. Ning Caichen looked at Nie Xiaoqian's strange appearance and asked, "Miss, why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the two old people you mentioned are too pitiful, and they are just touching the scene," Nie Xiaoqian wiped away tears.

Depending on the situation, what Ning Caichen met should be Nie Xiaoqian's parents or grandparents. Ning Caichen looked at the painting carefully, then at Nie Xiaoqian, and said with a smile: "Hey, miss, I didn't expect you to be with me again." The people in this painting are somewhat similar, why don't I give this painting to you, how about you let me stay here for a few more days?"

In fact, it's not that Ning Caichen is blind. Although I can recognize the person in the painting at a glance, Ning Caichen can't. The woman in the painting is more like a girl next door, innocent and lively, with a smile on her face. On the other hand, Nie Xiaoqian always has a smell of otherworldly things. Although Han Sifan is also cold, but she has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, Nie Xiaoqian is more like a feeling of death.

Nie Xiaoqian took a deep look at Ning Caichen, took the painting, put it away carefully, and then said: "As long as you are not afraid of death, you can stay as long as you like."

Ning Caichen was overjoyed when he heard it, and quickly thanked him, but Nie Xiaoqian obviously didn't want to talk to Ning Caichen, so he turned around and walked out of the ruined temple.

Ning Caichen looked at Nie Xiaoqian's leaving back, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. Everyone has a love for beauty, let alone a beauty like Nie Xiaoqian. Ning Caichen suddenly raised his pen and picked up a white paper. paper drawn,