As the ship slowly moved south, Murong Feixue and Zhao Zhiruo passed through many ancient towns and mountains, leaving their footprints and memories in each place. Murong Feixue's mood became heavier and heavier, because although he had been walking in this other world for a long time, the hope of returning still seemed to be slim.
On this day, the boat sailed to a continuous mountain range, and the river became turbulent. Murong Feixue stood at the bow of the boat, her eyes piercing through the mist in the mountains, as if she was looking for something. Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, as if he had made a discovery.
"Miss Zhao, let's go ashore here." Murong Feixue turned to Zhao Zhiruo and said.
Zhao Zhiruo looked at him in surprise, and then nodded in agreement. The two said goodbye to the boat's house and landed on the shore, only to see a quiet village surrounded by mountains.
Murong Feixue took Zhao Zhiruo through the village and came to a quaint temple. The door plaque of the temple reads "Jingxin Temple" three big characters, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and it seems to contain some deep meaning.
"This temple seems to be different." Zhao Zhiruo said softly.
Murong Feixue nodded, "I feel a strange aura here, maybe it has something to do with the Gate of Time and Space. ”
When the two walked into the temple, they saw the smoke of incense and prayer flags fluttering in the temple. An old monk sits in front of the Buddha statue, twisting the Buddha beads in his hand, and recites words in his mouth.
Murong Feixue stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Master, I wonder if you have ever heard of the legend of time and space travel?" ”
The old monk slowly opened his eyes, and his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. "Donor, your presence is not accidental. The answer you are looking for is related to a legend in this temple. ”
Zhao Zhiruo and Murong Feixue glanced at each other, and they were both shocked. Murong Feixue said eagerly, "Please ask the master for guidance." ”
The old monk slowly stood up and led them to a side hall at the back of the temple. "Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a master who mastered the art of traveling through time and space, and he left a mechanism here, and only those with a pure heart and a strong will can activate the mechanism and travel through time and space."
Murong Feixue's heart was shocked, this was the clue he was seeking. The old monk pointed to a stone platform in the center of the side hall, "This is the mechanism left by the master, but no one knows how to activate it." ”
Murong Feixue stepped forward and carefully observed the stone platform. He tried to put his hand on the stone platform, closed his eyes, and silently recited the desire to return in his heart. A moment later, the stone platform suddenly emitted a soft glow, and the entire side hall seemed to tremble slightly.
Zhao Zhiruo nervously held Murong Feixue's hand, and the two stared at the door of time and space that was gradually opening, and the unknown world was beckoning to them.
At this moment, the old monk's voice sounded again, "Remember, once you step through the gate of time and space, your fate will be turned upside down. Whether Heaven or Hell lies ahead, it will be up to you to decide. ”
Murong Feixue took a deep breath and turned to Zhao Zhiruo, her eyes full of reluctance and firmness, "Miss Zhao, thank you for your company." If I could go back, I would never forget everything about this place. ”
Zhao Zhiruo smiled and nodded, tears flashing in her eyes, "Murong Gongzi, may you find your way home as soon as possible." No matter where you are, don't forget that there were legends of you and me in the rivers and lakes. ”