I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and decided to count sheep.

Then he had another dream. This time, he dreamed that Xue Xiuniang wanted to capture him and keep him in the haunted house as a substitute. Fan Zhiyi kept running, and as he ran, he became a little out of breath.

He opened his eyes and found that Xiao Hei was lying on the blanket in front of him.

No wonder he had such a dream. Fan Zhiyi reached out his sinful hands and grabbed the cat while Xiao Hei wasn't paying attention, pressing his face against it. As expected, the cat fought back fiercely.

Ayu laughed heartily, doubled over with laughter: "They say you learn from your mistakes, but Zhiyi, you always fall for their tricks."

"There's nothing I can do." Fan Zhiyi sighed, then lay back down and turned over, only to find Bing Nandong meditating.

He stared at Bing Nandong, whose serious and earnest demeanor was somewhat deceptive, making him seem completely different from the sharp-tongued person he knew. Then he noticed that Bing Nandong's ears seemed to be turning a little red.

Fan Zhiyi thought he was seeing things, so he stared harder and harder. Finally, Bing Nandong opened her eyes and looked at him, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Bing Nandong: "Ready to set off."

“Okay, okay.” Fan Zhiyi still hadn’t been able to correct some of his language mistakes. Just as he was about to explain, Bing Nandong said, “I know.”

!

Bing Nandong knew what it meant, and Fan Zhiyi sat up abruptly and asked him, "What does it mean?"

"It means something like 'okay' or 'okay,' right?" Bing Nandong asked rhetorically.

Fan Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up: "Amazing!"

Ayu, unable to stand it any longer, chimed in, "Anyone who uses their brain even a little would know that."

Bing Nandong glanced at her, and A Yu awkwardly shut her mouth, turned around, squatted down to tease the cat, and pretended that she didn't exist.

There wasn't much to tidy up, so Fan Zhiyi quickly finished, but he simply tied his hair back.

Bing Nandong said, "Sit down."

"what?"

"hair."

Fan Zhiyi touched his head: "What's wrong with your hair? Is something sticking up, or did I forget to tie a tuft? Tying this hairband is really not something an ordinary person can do."

Bing Nandong directly took apart Fan Zhiyi's tied hair, and then made Fan Zhiyi look at the water mirror that appeared in front of him: "I will teach you once, watch carefully, and learn it before returning to Tianyun Sect."

"why?"

"Tianyun Sect requires students to wear disciple robes and tie their hair up on school days."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

He watched as Bing Nandong moved his hand, making a few quick movements, then circled it around and put on a hair crown, and that was it.

Looking at himself in the water mirror, he looked much more energetic than when he had simply tied his hair back; his youthful, fair face was now revealed.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but exclaim again, "I'm so handsome."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Ayu: "Shameless."

Bing Nandong withdrew the water mirror: "Practice twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. This hair ornament is yours."

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi felt that he was incredibly strong now. After all, even Bing Nandong's hair was so obedient. He didn't believe he couldn't tame it.

That was indeed the case, and Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to back down.

These past few days, he's been going out with his hair a complete mess, and even when he manages to tie it up, it falls down again in no time, nowhere near as well as Bing Nan Dong's. But it doesn't matter, he's always on the street anyway, not many people are looking at him, Fan Zhi Yi doesn't care.

Besides, Fan Zhiyi insisted on being scared every day, and he thought he had developed a steely courage... Yeah, right.

In reality, Fan Zhiyi would shout every day, only to be grabbed by the collar by Bing Nandong and forced to confront his fears.

After several days of rain, Bing Nandong calculated that the next few days would be cloudy and sunny, so they began to travel by sword. Fan Zhiyi shivered and held Bing Nandong tightly from behind, not daring to open his eyes, his head buried like a quail.

Bing Nandong thought he was going to be strangled to death several times, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. After saying it a few times, he felt much better.

On a breezy morning, they finally arrived at Youshan Temple. Bing Nandong took Fan Zhiyi off his sword and glanced at Fan Zhiyi's hair: "How come you're still like this after practicing for so many days?"

Fan Zhiyi touched his crooked headdress, took it off, and replaced it with his own headband. After all, he had to meet with people for negotiations today, and he still wanted to save face.

Ayu whispered from the side, "My happiness depends on you. I really don't want to spend the rest of my days in this dilapidated temple."

Fan Zhiyi had already devised several persuasion strategies, his gaze firm: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to help you escape this misery."

Ignoring the whispering man and ghost behind him, Bing Nandong stepped forward and said, "I'm looking for Master Jinwu. Please inform him, young master."

“Amitabha Buddha, the abbot has instructed that all guests who come today should be welcomed at the door without needing to be announced. Please, benefactor.”

Fan Zhiyi had taken a few steps when he saw that A Yu was still standing there, looking nervous and scared, so he turned back and asked, "Bing Nan Dong, is it that Xiao Yu can't get in?"

Bing Nandong cast a spell on A Yu, saying, "I've set up a barrier for her, all done."

"Let's go." Fan Zhiyi waved to her.

Ayu shook her head: "I regret it. Can I not go?"

"Little Fish, believe me, I promised to find you a good place, and I mean it," Fan Zhiyi assured him. "Besides, even if you wanted to run away, do you think Bing Nandong would let you go?"

Ayu: "..." Dejected, she followed him into the temple.

This temple is actually quite similar to the one Fan Zhiyi visited when he was alive: red walls and black tiles, with smoke rising and dispersing amidst the swirling smoke, carrying the long-cherished wishes of different people.

The clouds and mist had dispersed at some point, and the sunlight filtering through the trees swayed gently.

Fan Zhiyi and his companions arrived at a meditation room, where a monk could be seen waiting. He smiled kindly and said, "The magpies brought good news this morning, and I suddenly realized that it had been a long time since I last saw you."

"I have something important I need your help with."

"No rush." ​​The monk's gaze shifted to Fan Zhiyi, his amber eyes gentle yet resolute, as if they could see right through a person.

The monk smiled and said, "This benefactor is quite interesting."

Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. Had he just been exposed? Did this book really have such an extraordinary person?

Bing Nandong blocked the monk's probing gaze: "I'm in a hurry."

The monk brushed him aside, saying, "No rush." ​​Then he went to Fan Zhiyi and said, "Amitabha, this humble monk is now..."

Fan Zhiyi could only smile and bow with his hands clasped together: "My name is Fan Zhiyi."

"Fan Zhiyi." Jin Wu smiled and silently repeated Fan Zhiyi's name. "Life is unpredictable and always presents challenges, but only knowledge can provide solutions."

Fan Zhiyi listened, confused: "Huh?"

Bing Nandong said, "He doesn't understand. If you're going to explain, explain it clearly. Don't keep making it all mysterious."