When the wind and rain stopped, it was already the second half of the night, Xiao Lan was already so tired that she fell asleep directly, but Quan Jingcheng was a little sober, hugging her in his arms, it would feel much more real.

I've been riddled with nightmares lately, and he's gradually feeling that those aren't dreams anymore?

Maybe these things were what he had been through before?

Otherwise, why did it feel like some of the things before were really like those broken scenes in his dreams?

……

The next day came quietly, Xiao Lan got up half an hour later than usual, and when she woke up, Quan Jingcheng was no longer around, and when she cleaned up and went downstairs, she didn't find him in the living room.

"Good morning, young lady!"

Sister Zhang's voice came, "Hurry up and have breakfast, otherwise it's cold."

"What about Quan Jingcheng?"

Xiao Lan's night starry eyes searched around, but she didn't find Quan Jingcheng's figure, and hurriedly asked.

"The young master went out early in the morning, and he won't come back for dinner at noon, and he told you to remember to have breakfast."

Sister Zhang said.

"Did you say where to go? Go out early in the morning......"

Xiao Lanye asked with some confusion.

"The young master didn't say it, he drove out by himself, today is the weekend, maybe the young master also wants to relax......"

"I'm not idle on the weekend, there are still his things in the company in the afternoon, this time is close to the end of the year, and many things are busy settling and closing, and I can't be idle......"

Xiao Lanye said helplessly.

"Yes, but no matter how busy you are, you need to pay attention to your body, you take advantage of your youth now, so you are squandering unscrupulously, staying up, and when you are older, you will know that you are struggling."

Sister Zhang smiled.

……

In the northern suburbs of Z City, Wanglong Mountain, stands in front of an ancient temple in the middle of the mountain.

A black sedan drove up from the concrete road below and stopped in a clearing that was not quite flat.

The car stopped, and soon, the driver's door was opened, and a thin and tall figure slowly got out of the car.

Dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a pair of black sunglasses on his face, he walked towards the ancient temple with long legs.

The person who came was Quan Jingcheng.

……

Quan Jingcheng occasionally comes to these places, not because he believes in Buddhism or not, but because it is very quiet here, sometimes it can make him calm down and think about a lot of things, whenever he is under a lot of pressure in his heart, he will also come here, and recently because the dreams that appear are too weird and frequent, so Quan Jingcheng is thinking about going out for a walk alone.

"Donor Quan, you're here!"

Quan Jingcheng put incense on the pillar incense in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, stood for a while, and a small novice also greeted him.

Quan Jingcheng nodded slightly, and asked calmly, "Is your master here?" ”

"Master is in the backyard meditation room, do you want to see him?"

Little Novice asked.

"I'll go see for myself."

After Quan Jingcheng finished speaking, he also walked in the direction of the backyard.

The scenery of Wanglong Mountain is very good, and the most unique and beautiful scenery of Wanglong Mountain is the backyard of the ancient temple.

The whole backyard is quite large, planted with all kinds of flowers and plants, the abbot of the temple is a person who loves these flowers and plants, and likes to take care of these flowers and plants when he is free, so even in the cold winter, there are still flowers in this backyard.

They are all flowers and plants that Quan Jingcheng can't name.

Quan Jingcheng crossed the small door, stood in the middle of the road, looked at the Buddha statue standing in front of him, and at this moment a peaceful voice came from beside him-