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Chapter 15 Love Through Time and Space

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    Chaomu Temple, inner hall.

    Ye Xuan stared at a painting on the wall while sipping tea.

    This is an ancient painting. It depicts a young man with a beautiful appearance, like a fairy. The painting skills are not amazing, and he has not yet attained the spirit of a young man, but the young man in this painting is him more than a thousand years ago.

    Master Minghai proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said in a peaceful tone, "I was outside the hall just now, and when I saw the benefactor, I thought of the person in the painting."

    "The donor's charm is a hundred times more stunning than the person in the painting, but his appearance is no different from the person in the painting."

    Ye Xuan concentrated, he had already guessed who made this painting.  Yu Nu, is that you?  It has been more than a thousand years, how time flies.

    "The master invited me to the inner hall, I'm afraid it's not for sipping tea and looking at calligraphy and paintings?"

    Master Ming Hai nodded, and said:

    "This painting was left by the lady who founded Chaomu Temple. It was nothing at first, but about five years ago, we suddenly received another painting and a letter. The man in that painting and this  Exactly the same as in an old painting."

    "The person who sent these things also left a note, saying that they want us to meet the person in the painting, so we must give this letter to him."

    While talking, Master Minghai took out a letter and a scroll from his pocket and handed them over.

    It wasn't until Ye Xuan took it that he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had fulfilled some long-cherished wish.

    "We have sought calligraphy and painting experts, and after identification, the style of the sender is almost the same as this ancient painting, which means that the person who painted that painting 1,300 years ago may still be alive, but this is not true.  possible¡­¡­"

    "How can a person live for more than a thousand years?"

    Master Minghai raised his eyebrows, apparently unable to let go of this strange incident.

    "Some things we Buddhists call cause and effect. I usually seldom come out of this inner hall, but today I feel like I am possessed by a demon. Until I met the benefactor just now, my mind was like a bolt from the blue sky. I suddenly realized that maybe this is something in the dark.  Let it be God's will!"

    Speaking of this, Master Ming Hai clasped his hands together and sighed slightly:

    "Amitabha, there are many things in the world that are difficult to explain."

    When Ye Xuan opened the painting, he could be sure in an instant that the painting was indeed made by that woman back then, and the paper was very new, and the pen and ink were only a few years old. Could it be that sheis still alive?

    Ye Xuan couldn't believe it, being able to live on the earth for hundreds of years is already considered a genius, not to mention that she was just a weak girl back then, without the slightest bit of immortal cultivation!

    He couldn't wait to open the letter. There were only two sentences in the letter, but Ye Xuan was stunned.

    "Master Jiu, it's been more than a thousand years, do you still remember the old man?

    My appearance has not changed, only because of you¡ª¡ª

    Yu slave"

    Ye Xuan's calm expression changed again and again, his body trembled slightly, and even his breathing became more serious.  His thoughts went back more than a thousand years, back to the night in front of Mawei Slope, the night of swords and swords

    At this moment, the Bird's Nest Stadium in Beijing is crowded with people.

    Ms. Yang Sixuan's [Missing] All-China Tour Concert, the first stop is here, and the Bird's Nest Stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 people, is full of seats.

    Offstage, frenzied fans waved light sticks, expressing their admiration to the stunningly beautiful woman on stage.

    "Sixuan, we love you!"

    "Sixuan, you sing so well."

    "Sixuan, you are the best!"

    "Sixuan, you are my goddess, we are calling you crazy!!"

    Yang Sixuan, the top queen of Huaguo's music and dance circles, won the "Voice of Huaguo" champion five years ago and signed with Datang Entertainment Company.  Dance has conquered audiences across the country and has become a "national treasure artist" recognized by the Huaguo music scene.

    After singing and dancing, Yang Sixuan was dripping with sweat, his face was flushed, and he was panting slightly. This did not affect the beauty of the goddess at all, but made him even more fascinated.

    "Thank you for coming to my concert, I love you, thank you, thank you for your support."

    ? Yang Sixuan waved to the fans in the audience, causing another round of cheers.

    "Many people call me a goddess. In fact, everyone thinks of me too well. I am just a very ordinary girl. She can cry, laugh, be sad, be depressed, cry, and miss her."

    "I once said that I entered the entertainment industry only to?? Alone!  "

    Suddenly, Yang Sixuan's heart suddenly ached, and her lowered eyes revealed a touch of sadness. It has been more than a thousand years, Master Jiu, do you still remember Yu Nu?

    She raised her head, facing the 100,000 spectators, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and the sentimentality in her voice continued to amplify, and was transmitted to every corner of the Bird's Nest through the top speakers.

    "Actually, there is also a male god living in my heart. I hope to meet him during this [Missing] national tour concert. I have been waiting for that day for too long"

    As soon as Yang Sixuan's words came out, many male fans felt cold, but this still couldn't stop them from being madly infatuated with Yang Sixuan.

    "Sixuan said when she first entered the entertainment circle that she wanted to stand in the brightest place and let her male god see her!"

    "Do you think there really is that person? It's been five years, and that person hasn't shown up yet. Our Sixuan is so good, is there anyone who can resist Sixuan's temptation?"

    "I guess it's fake!"

    "I also think that this must be Sixuan's excuse. A beautiful girl who works in the entertainment industry must be extra careful."

    "Yes, I also think that no one is worthy of Sixuan."

    The fans in the audience talked a lot, and they were no strangers to the man Yang Sixuan mentioned.

    ? Yang Sixuan picked up the microphone, smiled slightly, and said softly:

    "According to the usual practice, the last song [Xingyue Mythology] is dedicated to everyone, and also to the male god I will never forget!"

    She raised her head, and the light shone on her beautiful face. Under the long eyelashes, there was a pair of eyes as bright as pearls. It seemed that there was a jug of fine wine in it, which could melt people instantly.

    At this time, faint music sounded, and her soft voice sounded:

    The best scene of my life

    just to meet you

    quietly staring at you in the vast sea of ??people

    strange and familiar

    Although breathing the breath of the same sky

    But I can't hug you

    ? If the space-time identity and name are converted

    I wish I could recognize your eyes

    Where will you be in a thousand years

    What kind of scenery around you

    Our story is not beautiful

    But so hard to forget

    Although breathing the breath of the same sky

    But I can't hug you

    ? If the space-time identity and name are converted

    I wish I could recognize your eyes

    Where will you be in a thousand years

    What kind of scenery around you

    Our story is not beautiful

    But so hard to forget

    If we were brave together at the beginning

    Will it end differently

    Do you also have thousands of words

    Buried in a silent dream

    Following the ending sound, the tears in Yang Sixuan's eyes fell slowly, she covered her beauty lightly, and murmured:

    "Master Jiu, it's been a thousand years, I'm back, where are you?"

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