After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 410 Buddhist scriptures
She turned up the volume a little, thinking she was very imposing, but in Ling Yan's eyes, she was just a cat showing its claws to threaten, but it didn't scratch anyone.

Same as Blackie.

But she was much more diligent than Xiao Hei, and she didn't sit still all day.

Ling Yan held her hand and sat down, "I'll ask Chang Feng to go to the kitchen and ask."

……

In the early morning of the next day, after Su Yin left Qingzhu Garden, he dressed up in disguise and rode straight out of Pingdu from the downtown area, heading north all the way towards Tongshan.

The sound of horseshoes, shuttled through the forest path, and the flying dust was thrown behind him. After about an hour, Su Yin slowed down a little.

Tongshan is not too high, and it is rolling up and down, covering an area of ​​ten miles.

The mountain is lush and green, and it looks green from a distance.

The closer they got, the more nervous Su Yin became, and even a little timid.

She got off the horse and walked forward slowly while holding the rein. Every step was extremely heavy.

When I reached the foot of the mountain, looking at the patches of lavender flowers in front of my eyes, my eyes were sore, as if I saw myself who just came down the mountain four years ago.

There are obvious traces of footsteps on several flower bushes, which should be left by the people Wei Ziyuan sent to pick the flowers.

Su Yin found a hidden place, tied the horse to a tree, carried the fruit wine from yesterday, walked around a few inconspicuous bushes, raised his lightness kung fu, stood on tiptoe, and stepped on the right spot. A winding path emerged towards the top of the mountain.

Tongshan is guarded by formations. Ordinary people will only get lost when they walk in. Those who understand the fur will easily get hurt if they forcefully break the formation. Only those who are proficient in this way have the opportunity to crack it.

The master used the formation to make a unique move, but she didn't have the talent in this area, she didn't know how to use the terrain, and didn't know how to follow the trend, so she only learned the general idea.

The path that has not been taken care of for a long time looks a bit barren, and the surrounding weeds close in the middle, almost burying the path.

Su Yin casually broke a two-finger-thick stick, and walked forward while knocking down dead branches blocking the way.

After walking for about a mile, a yard surrounded by a bamboo fence appeared in front of me. There were three wooden houses in the yard, connected by cross bridges.

There used to be running water under the bridge, and there were flowers and plants beside the bridge, but now the water has dried up, and the flowers have disappeared. Most importantly, there is no longer that thin figure sitting under the eaves reading a book.

Su Yin didn't stay in the yard, but went around to the back mountain, where there was a small tomb.

She put the wine in front of the tomb, knelt down and kowtowed three times, then sat down on the spot.

"Master, the disciple is not filial."

"Do you think I'm useless?"

"Master, I miss you so much."

……

The tomb was quiet, and the only answer to her was the wind.

Su Yin stayed in front of the tomb for two full hours, babbling about what he had seen and heard after leaving the mountain, tears streaming down his face unconsciously.

When the time was almost up, Su Yin got up, went back to the wooden house, tidied up briefly, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an abnormality in a corner of the hole in the bamboo mat.

She lifted the bamboo mat carefully, and it turned out that a Buddhist scripture was covered underneath.

"When did Master read Buddhist scriptures?"

Su Yin frowned slightly, murmured to herself, gently swept off the dust covering the cover, and opened it, the smoke made her cough twice.

The pages of the book have turned yellow and become brittle, obviously it has been treasured for many years.

The surrounding rough edges are still clearly visible and should have been checked from time to time.

Su Yin looked at it for a while, but didn't notice any tricks, so he took the Buddhist scriptures down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)