After a while, he put away the pen. The man put the willow branch and the yellowed paper into the envelope. The cold wind passed through the window, the lights were extinguished, and the hall was dark. He only heard him murmur: "I wonder how Lin'er is at home.

I hope to see him again."

Willow leaves fell all over the ground, and thousands of willow trees broke into erratic light and shadow and disappeared. The scenery changed, and the illusion ended. The man was still dressed in white, with long eyebrows like a painting, and his eyes were as dark as ink. He said to himself: "Lin'er,

I am safe, don’t think about it.”

Before the formation disappeared, Zheng Xin tried to make a spell and recite a spell, and found that her voodoo was out of the man's control and could be taken back at any time. Eager to take back the voodoo, she immediately cast three spells in a row, but because her voodoo often ate

She was full, had slept enough, had eaten enough, and had consumed too much under the control of the man this time, so she was decisively exhausted. No matter how anxious Zheng Xin was, she was still lying on the ground, motionless as if she had hung up.

Seeing Zheng Xin's miserable state of getting angry and getting rid of the poisonous insects, the man glanced at her lightly and said, "This shows that she doesn't practice hard on weekdays."

Zheng Xin blushed instantly and hesitated: "Thank you, senior, for your advice."

Gu Lingling next to him bowed slightly and asked: "Senior, how did you know that we are the descendants of the Zheng family and the Gu family, and why can we enter your seven-kill soul-locking array?"

The man replied calmly: "We are connected by blood and destined by heaven."

Hearing what the man said, Zheng Xin couldn't help but wonder: "This friend and I have just met, what kind of bloodline and what kind of destiny does he have?"

The man reached out and touched the pine tree and gave an unexpected answer: "The Secret of the Evil Bell" and Jade Linglong."

Zheng Xin and Gu Lingling were surprised at first, and then said in unison: "Senior, please make it clear."

The man said calmly: "What the two little friends see now is the appearance transformed by a wisp of black hair before the next life. The Seven Killing Soul Locking Array can only be used once. In the future, the two little friends need to find the "Evil Soul Locking Array".

"The Secret of the Bell" can originally solve all kinds of mysteries."

Seeing that Zheng Xin and Gu Lingling wanted to ask more questions, the man's mouth slightly raised with a faint smile: "The time has come. If you can see the book Lin'er copied, please break a willow branch for me and put it next to the book."

A burst of white smoke filled the air, the sun disappeared, and the weather outside the formation was still drizzling. Zheng Xin picked up the Gu insects by hand, feeling extremely melancholy.

Gu Lingling stared at the Gu worm in Zheng Xin's hand, her eyes shining brightly: "It turns out that you also know how to do Gu. After all, we are still together."

Zheng Xin's eyes were full of the desire to change the Gu insect: "Well, I am learning the Zheng family's Gu technique, the seventeenth generation of the Zheng family."

"I am the eighteenth generation of the Gu family," Gu Lingling scratched her head and said, "By the way, you just said that you have worshiped the master?"

Zheng Xin held up her face and blinked at Gu Lingling: "Actually, she is my mother-in-law."

Gu Lingling laughed: "Huh?"

Zheng Xin pressed her aching head: "That's why I can't learn..."

The mountain road is rugged, the sky is gloomy, and raindrops are falling. Step by step up the stone steps paved with bluestones, the Taoist temple is located among flowers and plants. Compared with the illusion, the glazed tiles on the top of the Taoist temple are much older, and from a distance

Go, like two golden dragons playing in the rain.

The elegant and tranquil scenery made people feel relaxed and happy. The mountain breeze blew on the road. Gu Lingling looked back, breathed in the fresh and sweet air and said: "This ghost is so strange. He guessed that your surname is Gu and my surname is Zheng at just one glance. I don't know who it is."

What's the origin?"

The gurgling stream in the mountains was just like the slow flow when the man asked his old man. Zheng Xin said: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, maybe it's been destined."

Gu Lingling sighed: "That makes sense, maybe he has been waiting for us for a long time..."

A pair of gray swallows with slightly wet feathers spread their wings and fly in the sky, inseparable. They occasionally land happily on the ground, shake off the water droplets on their bodies, or use their black beaks to carefully comb each other's wings, in a leisurely and contented manner.

, it is truly enviable.

Zheng Xin looked at Hui Yan, thinking of the young man in the illusion, and said: "Senior in white said that they are connected by blood, does he mean that he is related to the person named Lin'er in the illusion?"

Gu Lingling frowned slightly: "I don't think things are that simple."

Zheng Xin smiled and stretched: "Forget it, I have often seen these things since I was a child, so just think of them as adventures during travel!"

There are dense pines and cypresses and towering ancient trees. Perhaps because there are tombs in the pine forest, most tourists avoid this scenic spot. When they step into the courtyard gate, except for the conductor, there are only two people in the whole Jiexu Temple, Zheng Xin and Gu Lingling. The courtyard walls are mottled and densely covered with trees.

It seems like something happened at the moment.

Gu Lingling approached the stone wall and gently blew away the loose soil on it, revealing rows of names that had been diluted by time: "There are a lot of words on it, it seems... they are the names of donations."

Zheng Xin raised her head and looked at the entire Taoist temple, recalling the conversation between the boy and the man: "It seems that this Taoist temple has been popular since it was built, and it has only become lonely in modern times."

The hall is quiet, the futons prepared for tourists in the scenic area are brand new, and the three statues are lifelike. The layout of the hall is very different from that in the fantasy world. The only thing that remains unchanged is the wooden brackets, which seem simple, but carry the weight of history.

Gu Lingling turned on her mobile phone to take pictures: "It's a pity that I couldn't see the archway in the illusion and the willow trees they broke."

Zheng Xin took a willow branch that was broken off from somewhere and said with emotion: "The pines and cypresses are still there, but now there are willow trees everywhere. Just break off a section of willow branch and feel sorry for Senior Lin'er."

The fragrance of flowers and plants pours out, mixed with the moist air, floating leisurely in the courtyard. The candle on the table is replaced by a kerosene lamp. The flame goes out with the wind. The pen holder and inkstone are missing. There are several yellowed scriptures and calligraphy stickers hanging on the side of the table.

.

"In addition to raising donations, I heard that copying scriptures was also a practice in ancient times to accumulate merit and seek blessings." Zheng Xin looked through it and suddenly let out a roar of surprise: "Ah, I found it!"

"Look!" Putting down the willow branches, Gu Lingling turned the scriptures to the end and saw the words written in handsome small letters at the end: Liu Lin is a book written by Shen Jue.

After leaving the Taoist temple, Zheng Xin suddenly remembered something and her mouth twitched: "Wait a minute, we are about the same age, why are you one generation older than me?"

Gu Lingling said: "It's a long story. The original seventeenth generation descendant of the Gu family had mental problems for some reason, so I was temporarily chosen as the eighteenth generation by drawing lots."

Zheng Xin looked at the sky speechlessly: "Then...is her name Gu Qinglan?"

Gu Lingling was surprised: "How do you know!"

"I had a chance encounter with her."

…

The formation at the foot of the mountain completely failed, but the grave mounds were hidden in the pine forest as before. The past was like smoke, and the drizzle was falling on the stream and next to the willow trees. Each stroke was full of hope. The ignorant emotions were caught off guard, like

As fragile as porcelain. For the dead, time has stood still, and they will eventually become the past; for the living, time never stops, and they will eventually move on.
Chapter completed!