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There is a temple of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha built on the top of Fenghuang Mountain. Although it is built on the top of the mountain and the climb is extremely difficult and few people climb up, there are still pilgrims who come to offer incense and pray for blessings because this temple is very effective in praying for blessings.

However, they are all people with deep obsessions. People who have no obsession will give up before they reach the top of the mountain.

Because there are five thousand steps up the mountain.

It’s really not something that ordinary people can go up to.

The host stood on the top of the mountain, holding a clairvoyant eye in his hand. He looked at the road up the mountain through the clairvoyant eye. He saw a small figure. He smiled and said: "A pilgrim came up today, but I don't know if he can." Come up?"

The young monk next to him said: "I remember the last time someone climbed up, it was half a year ago. In the past six months, although there have been people climbing up, most of them gave up halfway. The young man looked young, and he was afraid that he would also climb up halfway. It’s useless.”

The host smiled and said, "Not necessarily!"

"Why not necessarily!" said the young monk, "People nowadays are indolent and don't like to climb mountains, so they can't reach this ancient temple like ours."

The host smiled and said nothing.

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This mountain is really too high.

Di Fengyu had been climbing for a long time. He started climbing before dawn. By now, it was already noon. He was panting from exhaustion and covered with sweat. But he did not stop. Instead, he held a A stick, breathing heavily, continued to climb.

His guards all gave up midway.

Their physical fitness is not as good as Di Fengyu's.

After all, Di Fengyu had practiced since he was a child and had a lot of kung fu in him, so he had persisted for so long.

Those guards have struggled to get a full stomach since they were young, let alone exercise their physical fitness. It is understandable that they cannot climb up.

Di Fengyu did not blame them, but blamed himself.

He climbed for a day and finally reached the top of the mountain near night.

Not only was he hungry, but the heels of his shoes were worn out and bleeding. In the end, there was a lot of blood on the hundreds of steps.

He came up on blood.

After coming up, he lay on the ground to rest, looked at the bright stars twinkling in the sky, chuckled, and said to himself: "Is it you?"

"I heard that after death, people will turn into stars. Among these thousands of stars, there must be one that represents you, right?"

"Yanran?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old-sounding voice came from not far away.

"donor!"

Di Fengyu stood up with difficulty, leaning on the stick, and limped to the source of the sound.

He saw a white-haired old man who looked to be 90 or [-] years old. His face was wrinkled and his back was slouching, but his eyes were extremely clear, and he still hid the wisdom that could understand the world.

Di Fengyu stood up straight, threw down his stick, clasped his hands in front of him, nodded and said, "Greetings to Master."

"I am the abbot of the temple, and my name is Huiyuan. The donor can call me Huiyuan." the abbot said.

"Okay." Di Fengyu nodded, "Master Huiyuan."

"It's getting late today, and the benefactor was injured again and has difficulty moving. If you have any questions, let's talk about it tomorrow? Please follow me to the side room to check in."

"it is good."

Everyone is here, there is no need to worry about anything at the moment.

Under the leadership of the host, Di Fengyu arrived at a simple side room and stayed temporarily.

Of course, Di Fengyu was also very considerate. As soon as he moved in and the young novice served a vegetarian meal, he donated a large amount of sesame oil money for the construction of the temple.

The host and the novice monk accepted it and left.After Di Fengyu had a simple vegetarian meal, he felt really tired.Today was really not something ordinary people could bear. He couldn't lift his legs and felt uncomfortable everywhere. He felt like he could sleep for days and nights at a stretch, but instead of sleeping, he got up with a stick and went to burn incense. .

What he didn't expect was that the host was also in the lobby.

The host was neatly dressed and showed no intention of sleeping, as if he was waiting for someone to come.

After Di Fengyu burned incense and knelt down to worship the Buddha statue, he asked the host: "Host, why are you up so late? But who are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for the right person." The host held the prayer beads in his hand and said with his eyes closed.

Di Fengyu smiled mockingly, "It's so late and no one is here. Could the host be waiting for me?"

The host nodded, "Whoever comes is a destined person."

"..." Di Fengyu was a little excited after hearing this. He asked: "Does the host know what I want to say? Does he also know what I want?"

"Ah."

"Can the host tell me? Can my late wife and I still see each other?"

As soon as Di Fengyu mentioned the word 'dead wife', his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and his chest also hurt a little. He covered his heart and gasped violently, and his eyes were filled with tears, ready to come out.

In total, it has been three years since Xu Yanran died.

A lot has happened in three years.

The royal sister-in-law gave birth to another lovely princess.

The imperial brother handled the government affairs in an orderly manner, and the courtiers all praised him.

Today's Dayu is in a prosperous and prosperous state.

There are also many new faces among the courtiers. They are all rising stars. Some have passed the scientific examination, and some have been hired under special circumstances because of their outstanding abilities... They are all very powerful...

Many people have grown up and their lives have undergone some changes.

Only he, nothing changed. After King Zhao's uprising failed, he was dug out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and he saved his life.

But his heart was dead. Every day he lived, he just missed Xu Yanran, repented for what he had done, and lived day after day without anything else or any changes.

The only change was that he changed from repenting at home to going to a Buddhist temple to repent.

In the past few years, he has traveled extensively and visited Buddhist temples all over the world.

He knelt before the Buddha to admit his mistake, and then begged the Buddha for mercy. In the next life, he hoped to renew his relationship with Xu Yanran.

By then, he will definitely cherish the hard-won fate and never miss it again.

He came to this temple today with the same wish.

He heard that there was a spirit here, so he climbed up without any trouble, even though he was injured, he was not afraid.

"We are destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other, but if we are not destined to meet each other, it is difficult to hold hands with each other!" the host replied vaguely.

Di Fengyu wiped away the tears that he couldn't help but said: "Host, can you make it clearer? Can we see each other again? Is there reincarnation?"

"Always remember, there will be reverberations."

The host left these words, got up and left.

Di Fengyu didn't quite understand what the host meant. He sneered and murmured: "What kind of repercussions are there! She is already dead, and I don't know if there is an afterlife? I want to know if there is an afterlife? Can there be any more?" Goodbye? Why is it so difficult?"

Di Fengyu shook his head and returned to the wing. He looked at the portrait of Xu Yanran that he carried with him for a while, and then fell asleep holding the portrait.

That night, he had a particularly magical dream... (End of chapter)