(ps: Today and yesterday are both big chapters, just one chapter, the key points of the plot are not suitable for chapters)

The next day.

Qingchan got up early and pushed open the door with a clang. Today is the time to reveal the truth!

She pulled Lin Zhian and the others out with full energy. Lu Shinian was so sleepy that she was yawning all the way, and she felt like she would fall down at any time. There was no way. She usually slept until noon before getting up, so how could she go out so early at 6 o'clock? Besides, she didn't sleep last night.

The top of the mountain, Lanyin Temple.

Walking on the long stairs, Qingchan began to introduce: "In the past, Brother Yu and I would come to the temple to burn incense every New Year, pray for peace and safety in the new year. Hehe, in fact, every time I make a secret wish, we can be together forever and never be separated."

Speaking of this, her eyebrows were smugly.

"Okay, okay, I know you have a good relationship, don't show it."

Lin Zhian hurriedly interrupted, thinking that there is a single fairy here! You have to take care of their feelings.

When I walked into the temple, I saw that the ground was quite clean and there were not even fallen leaves. However, the gate of the temple was closed, and it was not yet dawn, so it came too early.

"Little monk, get up!"

Qingchan didn't care about it, put her hands beside her mouth as a trumpet, and shouted outside, "The sun is soaking in the butt, little monk, hurry up and open the door!"

Lin Zhian yawned and joked: "Are you fools more energetic? Look at our fairy Lu who is so sleepy that he can't even open his eyes."

When Lu Shinian heard this, why did he seem to be making fun of himself? He shook his dizzy head and gritted his teeth and stood firm.

At this time, with a "crunch", the wooden door was pushed to both sides, and a monk with a bare head walked out, looking at him about in his early twenties, quite young.

"Donor Qingchan, the sun has just risen east, so why do you say that you are going to spread your butt?"

"Hello, two donors."

The monk stood on his chest with his right hand and nodded to Lin Zhian and the others, saying hello.

"I have something to do with you today!" Qingchan is an old acquaintance here. She came to the monk without any hesitation, scaring him so much that he subconsciously took a step back.

The monk made a gesture of invitation inside: "Qing Chanshi mainly wants to burn incense and worship Buddha. Just go by yourself, as long as you don't burn a hundred incense sticks like that day."

The second year after Yusen left, Qingchan came to the temple one day to burn incense, burning from day to dark...

Black history was revealed, and her little face couldn't help but turn red, and she said in a stressful tone: "I'm here to find you today!"

"oh?"

"It was the letter left by Brother Yu that I asked me to come to you!"

Hearing this, the little monk's body stiffened significantly, looked at Qingchan in surprise, and murmured to himself, "I didn't expect that you have only been three years later..."

"Tell me quickly, do you know something?"

Qingchan was about to approach the monk, but was blocked by one of his hands half a meter away. He saw his palm turning upwards and his eyes looked at Qingchan with a burning look.

"Come on, this is your last trial. As long as you defeat the little monk, you will know everything."

"Defeat you..."

Qingchan opened her mouth in disbelief. When she was a child, she and Brother Yu often ran to the temple to play. At that time, they often wrestled with the little monk, but the two teamed up and never beat him once.

"Okay! I'll fight you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qingchan raised her hand and attacked her, but all her attacks were blocked by the little monk with one hand, and finally she was beaten back with a palm. There was no suspense in the outcome.

The monk made a gesture of seeing off the guests and said, "Donor Qingchan, it seems that the time has not arrived, please go back."

"I haven't lost yet, come again!"

In the second round, defeat.

"Come again...!"

In the third round, defeat.

The strength of the two is not on the same level at all.

Yes, the previous links were solved by Lin Zhian and Lu Shinian, and Qingchan himself has not yet been able to face the final puzzle.

"Please, little monk, just tell me, I really want to find him!" I knew I was no match, so Qingchan had to beg pitifully, hoping that he could feel compassion and break the example.

"The time has not come, please go back." When a monk, he pays attention to a firm heart of Taoism and is not so easy to be moved.

After begging for a long time, Qingchan finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly: "Little monk, you are not a human being, you are ruthless! You...you are not merciful!"

"Please go back."

The little monk shook his head and was about to leave, but a figure stood in front of him.

"What's wrong with this donor?"

"Tell her." Lu Shinian said three words lightly.

"Donor, there are rules in the temple, but the little monk cannot do it." The little monk shook his head.

"Tell her."

This time, Lu Shinian's words were a little cold.

The monk still did not agree, but from the corner of his eyes he saw a hand quickly calling him. He could feel the girl's extraordinary strength, so he immediately moved his hands to deal with it.

But this time, Lu Shinian had one hand.

She was smart and as gentle as a dragon. She decided to win and lose in just a few rounds of battle.

A long knife was not far from the little monk's neck. Lu Shinian had no expression on her face and looked at her without even her eyes. She said in an indifferent voice without emotion: "Tell her."

She is only one step away from finding the person she has been thinking about day and night. How can she give up? She doesn't allow it.

"I didn't expect that donor Qingchan had a help from someone."

The monk shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Well, with such an expert here, I don't need to worry about the little monk. Please wait."

After a moment, the little monk came out with a wooden box, and Qingchan's eyes suddenly brightened. The wooden box was the same as what he had found before, and it must be something left by Brother Yu!

"Take it, it's yours."

After Qingchan took the wooden box, Lu Shinian broke the spiritual seal on it with a blink of an eye, and the wooden box opened.

A scent wafted out.

"Is this... peach blossom crisp?"

There is only a piece of pink and white dessert inside, and nothing else. Perhaps because of the spiritual seal, the peach blossom crispy has not deteriorated and still has a faint fragrance.

"Why am I a little familiar with this taste?" Lin Zhian said suddenly.

Lu Shinian nodded in agreement.

"I understand. It's the grandfather who sells peach blossom crisps in the village! This is my favorite food when I was a child. Brother Yu would buy it for me every year on his birthday."

Memories came to my mind again. She still remembered how she grabbed Brother Yu's clothes and acted coquettish and wanted to eat peach blossom crisps. Later, the grandfather found out that he could go to his place to eat peach blossom crisps for free every year on his birthday. Once she ate too much, she was taught a lesson by her brother.

Make choices in moderation and do not be greedy.

This is what I remember only after I was taught a lesson.

Qingchan ran down the mountain. She had a premonition that she was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Looking at Qingchan's back, the little monk sighed and murmured: "This is the last stop. All sentient beings suffer. I can only save myself. I hope the donor Qingchan is safe."

Lin Zhian followed him down the mountain, but Lu Shinian was stopped by a voice.

When the monk looked at Lu Shinian, he could feel that the girl had a deep obsession and might endanger herself in the future. So he advised:

"The origin of dependent origination is to be destroyed, and the origin of dependent origination is empty. The main thing is to know how to let go of giving."

"I don't."

Lu Shinian responded stubbornly and went down the mountain.

...........

Mr. Liang, the village head, has been selling peach blossom crisps here since he can't do farm work. It's been more than ten years. His face is full of wrinkles left by time and his back is hunched, but his old eyes are still bright. Most of the children in the village have grown up under him, and Qingchan is no exception.

"Uncle Liang..."

Qingchan held the wooden box in both hands and ran down the mountain, panting and not even bothering to sweat.

Uncle Liang smiled kindly, "Xiaoqing, how many peach blossom crisps do you want today?"

"Uncle Liang, is this peach blossom crisp from your house?" Qingchan hurriedly opened the wooden box and handed it to the old man and asked.

At this time, Lin Zhian and the others rushed over and waited quietly for Qingchan to get the final answer. They were also curious about what truth is hidden behind this series of puzzles?

“This…this is….”

After seeing what was inside, Mr. Liang's pupils, which were so slim, looked at Qingchan in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiaoqing, where did this come from?"

"This is left to me by Brother Yu. You must know something right?" Mr. Liang looked abnormal. Qingchan was quite sure that there must be the truth he was looking for here!

"……Why."

After being silent for a long time, Uncle Liang sighed, as if he had become much older again.

"I didn't expect that your child would come so quickly..." After saying that, he looked at the two strange faces behind Qingchan and immediately understood something.
To be continued...