On March 13th, Jingxuan, who had been in seclusion for many days, walked out of the inside, and her thin body became even thinner. She went straight back to the Zen room where she had lived before and ordered her disciple to go to Jinglian Pool to get water for her bathing. After taking a shower and changing clothes, Jingxuan lit the Buddha incense, sat cross-legged on the cushion, held the rosary beads in his hand, and his eyelids drooped slightly, and told her disciples: "Go and invite your uncle and uncle to come, you have something to say to your master."

Soon, Huijin, Jingye, Jingzhi, and Jingzhi, including Song Ruoxi, all arrived.

Jingxuan clasped his hands together, "Uncle Master, I have wasted my efforts and I will not achieve the right result in this life. Now that the disciple has reached his limit, he will enter the samsara again after he has transformed. I am stupid and ask my uncle for advice."

Huijin chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Karma must be repaid in the end, and the cycle of reincarnation will be clear; when you are in the floating world, your heart is like a lotus blooming."

"I am merciful, thank you uncle." Jingxuan glanced at the disciples standing beside him, and saw their faces showing sadness and smiled slightly, "This is a joy, no need to be sad."

After saying that, Jingxuan closed his eyes and passed away without any speed.

"Namo Amitabha, Dotagado, Dotaya..." the nuns said softly.

Looking at Jingxuan's sitting body, Song Ruoxi's eyes were confused. Will traveling through time be another kind of reincarnation?

"It was a matter of success, why should I think about it carefully?" Hui Jin stood up and brushed gently over Song Ruoxi's head, "Jingchen, I went back to my room to recite scriptures."

The confused look in Song Ruoxi's eyes dissipated. He let go of his smile and stood up and went back to his room to recite scriptures with Huijin.

Jingxuan passed away and followed the Buddhist rules to carry out cremation. He burned firewood and turned into ashes. Her property, heavy objects, belong to the temple, part of the light objects belong to her disciples, part of them sealed, waiting for the Chen family to come and collect them.

The letter had been sent to Quyuan, but the Chen family did not send anyone to come. Hui Jin ordered Jingye to lock the things into the Zen room.

The morning light was slightly dewed, and the quiet foothills were shrouded in a faint mist. The sleepy Song Ruoxi got up early and changed into a short dress. He carried a wide-mouth porcelain pot and went to the Jinglian Pool to pick the dewdrops on the lotus leaves. It was June, and the lotus leaves on the Jinglian Pool were green, and the pink buds were graceful.

Song Ruoxi sat in an oval diamond bucket, put the porcelain pot, picked up the wooden board, and slowly paddled into the pool, picking dewdrops and humming small songs, enjoying himself.

"So you're here."

Hearing the sound, Song Ruoxi looked up and saw Chen Mo who had not seen him for several months standing on the shore, wearing a white orchid-embroidered long gown, with a blue silk ribbon tied around his waist, and his hair was tied with a white magnolia hairpin. The breeze blew, and the long silk ribbons and wide sleeves rose with the wind, and the sunlight shone softly. He stood in the light and shadow, floating like a fairy, and was stunned.

"Dong" the stone stirred up a splash of water and rushed towards him. Song Ruoxi, who was stunned, woke up and fell backwards in a conditioned reflex. The bucket suddenly lost its balance and leaned backwards. "Pu" Song Ruoxi poured it into the water, causing a larger splash of water. The lotus leaves spread out with the waves of water, and the porcelain pot containing half a pot of dew also fell into the pool. The water in the pool was poured into the pot, and half an hour of hard work was declared in vain.

Fortunately, the water in the pool was not deep, and the weather had turned warm. The wet Song Ruoxi got up from the water and stared fiercely at the shore with a harsh smile on his lips, but he even made an innocent expression, pretending that he had nothing to do with him, Chen Mo, who was floating like a fairy, was simply a demon.

"My little master, you want to be a lotus in water. This outfit is not suitable." Chen Mo said seriously.

"Don't worry!" Song Ruoxi roared angrily, took out the porcelain pot, poured out the water, dragged the diamond bucket, turned around and walked towards the other side. As soon as she climbed ashore, there was a white spot in front of her. She knew who it was without looking up. She was so angry that she forgot that this man knew martial arts, which made her walk a long way.

Song Ruoxi ignored Chen Mo and walked around him, but after only two steps, he couldn't walk. The porcelain pot in his hand also fell to the ground and fell into pieces. This man was a villain, and he actually pointed her hole behind his back, "Chen Mo, you are so humble..."

Chen Mo lit up Song Ruoxi's back twice, and he couldn't even make a sound. Chen Mo stepped forward and picked her up, "Take you to a place."

Song Ruoxi stared at him and grinned his teeth to express his objection. But it was useless. Chen Mo ignored it at all, hugged her and flew over the high wall and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

The small town at the foot of the mountain is formed by Jinglian Temple. The town is in a cross shape, and most of the people live in temples. The folk customs are simple and the way is not to be picked up. Chen Mo hugged Song Ruoxi and entered the town from the east, turned into a small alley, and walked to the innermost separate courtyard.

Song Ruoxi looked at the distance between the yard and other yards with his eyes slanted, and said frowning. She probably called for help. Before anyone could come, she was already in a different place.

Chen Mo flew over the wall, "Bi Niang, go prepare hot water and clothes."

"Yes, young master." Song Ruoxi saw a middle-aged woman wearing a thick and thick dress walking out of the corner, her voice low and hoarse.

Chen Mo carried Song Ruoxi into the room and reached out to untie her acupoint. Song Ruoxi, who was full of anger, calmed down at this time, took two steps back, and asked, "Chen Mo, you arrest me, what do you want to do?"

"It's not to arrest it, it's to ask." Chen Mo corrected her wrong words.

"Okay." Song Ruoxi took a breath and decided to generously ignore his sophistry, "Then what do you want to do if you invite me?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, "Of course I have my intention."

"What is your intention?" Song Ruoxi asked tentatively.

"My intention..." Chen Mo pulled a long tone, and a sly smile flashed across his lips. In Song Ruoxi's expectant gaze, he said, "You don't need to know."

Song Ruoxi choked for a moment. Although he was angry, he was not disappointed. He had long expected that Chen Mo would not tell him frankly, so he curled his lips and lowered his head and pulled the wrinkled corner of his clothes.

"Young Master, the water is coming!" Bi Niang reported outside the door.

"Come in."

Bi Niang carried a large bucket of hot water in her left hand, a bathtub in her right hand, and a large package in her hand, and walked in effortlessly.

"Bi Niang, wait for her to take a shower and change clothes." Chen Mo said.

"No, I can wash myself." Song Ruoxi hurriedly refused.

"Okay, you wash yourself." Chen Mo didn't force this little thing.

Bi Niang poured hot water into the bathtub, carried an empty bucket, and left with Chen Mo. Song Ruoxi came to the door and opened the package. It was a set of moon-white midsummer and pink magnolia embroidered cross-collared gown, white long skirt, jewelry box and powder box. Bi Niang was rough and had a very fine heart, and everything was prepared.
Chapter completed!