"Grandpa …" Song Tao was shocked. Could it be that Grandpa had already guessed his background?
Yes, if it wasn't for Bodhisattva's warning, he wouldn't have rushed to Thousand Buddha Temple and returned on the same day.
Moreover, the first thing he did after returning was to report to Deer Garden.
The old man had lived nearly a hundred years. His eyes had seen for a hundred years, and his ears had heard for a hundred years. What was there that he had not seen or heard?
His every word and action, every move, and every little bit of concealment he had towards Xiaoxin, were all as clear as a mirror in his eyes.
"Tell me, what kind of hint did Bodhisattva give you?" The old man looked calm and collected. He stood up and walked toward the wintersweet tree in the courtyard.
The wind died down, but the snow became heavier. Fluffy snowflakes fluttered down like they were competing with the blooming wintersweet in their beauty.
"The Bodhisattva is bleeding." Song Tao didn't dare to hide anything and said frankly.
"Well, the Bodhisattva has shed blood, the country has lost its pillar — — they have praised my old bones very highly." Song Gudu said with a smile. He stood in the middle of the plum forest. Amidst the swirling snow, he looked like he was about to become one with the wind and snow.
"Grandpa, it's snowing heavily outside. Why don't we talk inside?" Song Tao advised.
"Foolish," Song Gudu chided softly. "This wind, this snow, this chill, can they hurt me at all?"
"But …"
The old man looked up at the sky, sighed softly and said, "It's the will of heaven that hurts me. Heaven's will cannot be defied. "
"Grandpa …"
"There are hundreds of flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, the cool wind in summer, and snow in winter. The four seasons had to change, and life and death were naturally impermanent. What is there to be sad about? "
"Grandpa, you'll be fine. You are a Starry Sky expert, the strongest martial artist in our West Wind Kingdom, and no one in the entire divine continent is your opponent. You must be able to get through this. As long as you get through this, you can live forever — — "Song Tao said excitedly.
"Silly child. How can there be an immortal? "Song Gudu gently shook his head. "Only Gods and Buddhas can live forever. Mortals also want to live as long as the heavens? Besides, in the vast divine continent, experts are as common as the clouds. How could your grandfather not have a worthy opponent? San Er, don't look down on the heroes of the world. "
"Yes, Grandpa …"
"Alright. Put away your girlish manners. What you see, I've already calculated it. What was there to hide? A hundred flowers will die, a hundred grasses will wither. You've all grown up, so why can't I die? "
"We don't want grandpa to die," Song Tao said with a sad face.
"Yes. You don't want me to die, and I don't want myself to die either. " Song Gudu reached out and stroked the bud that had just bloomed. He sniffed the bone-chilling fragrance and said softly, "After living in this world for a long time, you will have feelings for everything you are familiar with. The closer he was to death, the more reluctant he was. The chair he sat on, the sword he used. I want to hear the sound of the flowers blooming because I'm worried that when the flowers bloom next year, I won't be able to hear them anymore. "
"Grandpa …" Song Tao's eyes reddened. He raised his head to stop his tears from flowing.
"It's great to be able to get through this. Even if I can't, I can walk away calmly. It's just that I'm still a little worried about the affairs of the country — — "
"Grandpa is worried that they will shake the foundation of the country?"
"Everyone thinks that when two tigers fight, one must be injured. However, it is not wise to only pay attention to the tiger, but not what the tiger is fighting for. "
"Grandpa, what do you mean?"
"There are some things that need to be settled. It's noisy, where is the demeanor of a big country? "Song Gudu sighed softly, his gaze once again shifted to the wintersweet flower that was rubbing in his palm.
Covered with a layer of ice, it was dark red like blood.
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When Li Muyang and Cui Meng returned to their room, Cui Meng still looked as though his soul had not completely recovered.
"Li Mu, we had dinner with Miss, we had dinner with Miss — —"
"This is our ancestral grave emitting green smoke, otherwise how could we have such a great blessing?"
"If I tell others about this, all the people in the Cui family will be envious of me. In the future, I, Cui Meng, can walk sideways in the backyard — —"
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Li Muyang, while listening to Cui Meng's nagging in his ear, looked around and asked aloud, "Where do you take a bath at night?"
"Take a bath?" Cui Meng was taken aback. "You want to take a bath on such a cold day? It's going to snow in a few days, right? If it's winter, it's okay to take a bath once a month. I used to take a bath once a winter. "
"I've been on the road all day, my body is covered in dust. It's more comfortable to sleep after taking a bath. "Li Muyang said with a smile. In the illusion, he had not taken a bath for many days. However, that was because the conditions were difficult and there was nothing he could do about it. As long as the conditions allowed, he hoped to take a hot bath every day before going to bed.
Li Muyang, thinking of what he saw today, said aloud, "You sleep first, I'll go out and look."
"Okay. Then I'm going to sleep. "Cui Meng said. He did not wash his face, pulled open the quilt and got in. He did not know what he was thinking of, but he was still giggling.
Li Muyang walked out of the courtyard, passed through the arch, and walked towards the back of the mountain.
When he went out today, he saw a pool of water deep in the mountain wall. The pool water was still steaming in winter, and a smell of sulfur could be smelled from afar.
Li Muyang knew that it was a hot spring that was extremely difficult to find. Soaking in such spring water could not only relieve fatigue, but also treat various diseases.
Li Muyang fumbled around in the dark, and sure enough, he found the pool hidden by the stone wall and trees.
He glanced around and did not find anyone.
Then he quickly took off his clothes, folded them and put them under the stone. Then he gently dipped into the water, immersing his whole body in the warm water.
"Hmm." Li Muyang could not help moaning. The feeling of the hot spring water surrounding his whole body was too comfortable.
In the past, every night, Li Muyang would recite the "Subdue the Dragon and Tame the Tiger Mantra", or soak himself in a bucket and practice the "Art of Moving Clouds and Summoning Rain" for a period of time.
Now that he was in a Buddhist holy land, Li Muyang did not dare to take risks, for fear of being discovered by those old monks.
Therefore, the bath now was purely to clean his body.
Li Muyang soaked his whole body in the hot spring, closed his eyes and thought about what happened today.
He thought about the changes in Cui Xiaoxin, thought about the changes in Li Shinian, and thought about his own changes.
When he was deep in thought, there were small and messy whispers in the distance.
"It's dark and the road is slippery, Miss, watch your step."
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