The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 892
ten years ago?
That was the eighth year of Yonghe.

Everyone's hearts were lifted by this sentence.

Is it possible that Yan Sanhe was already a dead man ten years ago?Died in the massacre of the Zheng family?

Xie Zhifei felt that he might not be able to wipe away his tears.

He closed his eyes forcefully, "Master, please continue speaking quickly."

The old monk looked at him and took two puffs of his pipe.

"Ten years ago on the ninth day of September, I was practicing on a fairy island in Penglai. Early that morning, I counted on my fingers and found that there were distinguished guests coming to my door. I thought it was very incredible."

Little Mr. Pei couldn't help but asked, "Why is it so weird when a distinguished guest comes to your door?"

The old monk glanced at Xuyun.

"He didn't exist at that time. I am an eminent monk who only came out in 300 years. I am an eminent monk. He always comes and goes without a trace. But I practice in Penglai every September."

No one dared to refute, they all nodded desperately.

"The eminent monk is so noble, how can ordinary people understand it, so they know that I am practicing in Penglai at this time..."

The old monk stretched out a palm and put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, and then retracted his two fingers.

"There will be no more than three people in this world. Those three are not noble people, so I find it very unbelievable. Mr. Pei, guess who it is?"

Lord Pei shook his head honestly.

"It's Yan Xing."

The old monk seemed too lazy to use his eyes to condemn Master Pei's stupidity. He turned to look at Xie Zhifei:
"I think you should know who Yan Xing is!"

"He is a great benefactor to our Xie family. Without him, our Xie family would not be what it is today."

"It's a pity that good people are not rewarded."

The old monk sighed: "I met him when I was traveling in Yunnan."

That day he wandered to the Nu River and saw a man sitting cross-legged on a big rock. The man held white in his left hand and black in his right hand, playing chess with himself.

He walked over curiously, glanced at the man first, then at the chessboard, and said with a smile: "Playing chess alone is boring, how about I play a game with the donor?"

The man raised his left hand and moved the white piece in his hand forward: "Come on!"

He smiled again, it was clear that white had the advantage on the chessboard.

"Why did Baizi give it to me?"

"It's just casual, just follow your heart."

The man pondered the chessboard without raising his head and said, "It's your turn."

He asked: "Aren't you afraid of losing?"

The man laughed at himself: "Losing is winning, winning is losing."

Just this sentence made Zenyue suddenly look at the man in front of her with admiration.

He cultivates Buddhism, jumps out of the Three Realms, and is not in the Five Elements. But how many mortals in this world can accept winning or losing calmly?

Who is not fighting to the death for a little fame and profit?

"Donor, what is your name?"

The man then raised his head and looked at him seriously, "My surname is Yan, and my name is Xing."

"Yan Xing?"

Chanyue counted with her fingers and shook her head: "You are not good at calligraphy."

Yan Xing laughed, "Master, an outsider in the world of mortals, why are you still obsessed with good and bad?"

Zenyue: "I feel sorry for you. You should have been..."

"He is a king and a queen, but in the end he is just a pile of bones. If he cares about gains and losses, he will lose. Regardless of gains and losses, he will gain."

Yan Xing pointed at the chessboard: "Master, do you want to play this chess?"

Wonderful man!
Zenyue laughed: "Down!"

A game of chess, played from day to night, from stone to bamboo couch, in the end Chan Yue won by half a piece.

Yan Xing gathered the chess pieces in the chess pot and said with a satisfied smile: "To have a good game of chess in life, to be happy, you need to drink a pot of wine." Chanyue smacked her lips, "The monk also wants to drink a pot."

Yan Xing did not even mention a single word about the Buddhist rule that people are not allowed to drink alcohol. Instead, he said cheerfully: "Drunk together, drunk together!"

"A game of chess and a few bottles of wine made us best friends."

The old monk smoked slowly as he recalled the past, with a little smile in his eyes amid the smoke.

“I travel to a place and never stay more than ten days, but by the Nu River, I stayed for three full months.

He and I have the same temperament and similar interests. We sit and talk about Buddha and Tao every day, and we have endless things to say. "

The old monk pursed his lips, "One night, when I had nothing to do, I made a fortune for him on a whim. Do you know what I figured out for him?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"In this world, everyone and everything we meet are the cause and effect of the previous life. Some are here to repay kindness, some are here to seek revenge, some are here to save you, and Yan Xing..."

The old monk said slowly: "He is here to help me achieve my merits and virtues."

Xie Zhifei didn't understand: "What does this mean?"

"Listen below and you will understand."

Old monk: "Every three years from then on, he would come to Mount Wutai to meet me. When we met, he would be like the third old man, playing chess, drinking, and talking about Buddhism and Taoism.

He came to Wutai from Yunnan Prefecture. The mountains were high and the roads were far away, and he had to go through a lot of hardships. However, he only stayed in the mountains for seven days at a time. Once the seven days were up, he left quietly.

I have the ability to tell fortunes, predict bad luck, and observe celestial phenomena, but he never counts or asks. He is really a strange person. "

What does a person who can be called a strange person by Master Zenyue look like?

He is in Yan Sanhe's life, he is in Xie Daozhi's life, and he is also in his grandfather's life.

Xie Zhifei had never met Yan Xing, but this man was like a carving knife, carving the name into his heart one by one.

Unforgettable.

"The story goes back to the beginning of September. I finished my fortune-telling early that morning and was waiting for the distinguished guests to come."

Old monk: "Dark clouds were rolling in the sky in the afternoon, and the waves were rolling on the sea. Soon it started pouring rain. I was wondering, how could anyone go to the island in such weather?"

Pei Xiao couldn't help it anymore: "Why is it impossible?"

Old monk: "Have Master Pei ever seen the sea? When the rain is heavy and the waves are strong, no matter how big or strong the boat is, it cannot withstand the waves."

Pei Xiao was speechless.

"Unexpectedly, in such a strong wind and waves, a ship sailed towards the island and landed firmly on the shore."

The old monk looked at Pei and smiled: "Master Pei, do you know what a truly noble person is like?"

Pei Xiao shook his head knowingly.

Old monk: "A real noble person is protected by the gods of heaven and earth. In this kind of weather, other people can't even go out, but she can survive the strong wind and waves without any harm."

Pei Xiaoxin said, old monk, please stop talking nonsense and talk quickly. I am going crazy with anxiety and am going insane.

The old monk seemed to have heard what Master Pei was thinking.

"There are three people on the boat, a boatman, a Yan Xing, and a person on Yan Xing's back..."

"Yan Sanhe?" Pei Xiao blurted out.

"She wasn't called Yan Sanhe at that time, and Yan Xing didn't know her name either. We could only call her Nvwa."

The old monk took a breath.

"She couldn't be considered human, because she was just as lifeless as now, with only a weak pulse."

After Xie Zhifei listened, a few blue veins popped up on his forehead.

"How could she lose her temper?
How did she die?

Zhang Tianxing was so good at it, didn't he rescue her?

What about Zhang Tianxing's people? Why didn't he come with them? "

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There is only one update today. It’s hard to write. It’s hard to write. It’s hard to write. The author is going crazy just like Mr. Pei!
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