In front of the tailor's old house, Walnut was outside the yard, constantly looking back to see what was going on in the yard.
No one came out, and Little Walnut was so anxious that he was spinning in circles.
On the ground, a rather large black ant slipped between Walnut's toes. Walnut looked stunned, so he grabbed it and threw it into his mouth.
Suddenly, as if it felt something, its head suddenly raised and its eyes looked forward.
Not far away, a monk who looked to be in his forties and wearing a golden cassock floated down.
When Walnut looked at the monk, the monk's eyes happened to fall on Walnut.
"Donor!" The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the walnut, "I dare to ask the benefactor if the tailor can be here."
This was the first time someone gave me a gift, and Walnut seemed a little uncomfortable with it.
The little guy nodded numbly, then shook his head immediately.
"Huh?" The monk was a little surprised, but then he returned to his nonchalant smile, "Donor, you've made me confused."
"Chi chi chi chi!"
"Chi chi chi chi!"
Walnut pointed at the yard and then at the forest behind, gesticulating anxiously.
When the monk saw the walnut for the first time, he naturally couldn't understand what it meant.
He looked at the yard behind Walnut and felt a little rude, so he retracted his neck.
Hearing the noise, Lu Yi stopped packing his things and walked out of the room.
The monk saw the good-looking green man and nodded with a smile.
Green Yi didn't answer, turned around and shouted into the room: "Palace Master, he is a monk."
But as soon as the sound came out, she found that Chuxue had appeared behind her.
"Let's go back."
"Um."
It can be seen that this monk's practice is not shallow. At least, he is not like others who can't look away when he sees Chu Xue's appearance.
From beginning to end, he kept a perfect smile on his face.
A pair of clear eyes pointed towards Chuxue.
"Go back." Chuxue glanced at Walnut, and Walnut immediately ran back in two or three steps.
The little thing is still a little unfamiliar, and seems to be much more restrained in front of unfamiliar people.
"Who are you?"
Chuxue looked at the smiling monk in front of her. The monk nodded slightly and said, "I am Pu Shan, may I ask if the tailor is here?"
"Tailor?" Chuxue looked at him suspiciously. Although the monk looked kind and gentle, Chuxue could not clearly see his cultivation level.
You know, when the tailor died, she sewed all her cultivation in a needle, and this needle is now in Chuxue's body.
Chuxue can use part of the cultivation left by the tailor.
Therefore, in terms of cultivation, she is now comparable to the monks at the peak of Mahayana. Of course, after all, her actual combat experience is limited, so there will be some discounts when she uses it.
But even so, Chu Xue can still see through ordinary people's cultivation level at a glance.
However, the monk in front of him seemed to be shrouded in mist. No matter how Chu Xue looked, he could not see his cultivation level.
A monk with such a high level of cultivation could find this place directly and still find the tailor by name. This shows that he should know the whereabouts of the tailor relatively well.
Coming to visit now is definitely not like a headless fly.
"Why are you looking for a tailor?" Chu Xue's tone was neither humble nor arrogant. She didn't have the indifference of someone who would reject someone from a thousand miles away, nor did she have the warmth that only people of the same profession have.
The monk clasped his hands together and introduced himself: "Pu Shan, I just need you to tell the tailor, and she will come to see me naturally. What's the matter?"
"Please forgive me, girl. A poor monk cannot speak frankly."
Chuxue pointed to the forest behind and said: "The tailor has passed away and his body has dissipated. There is her tomb there."
Pu Shan's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he remained motionless. After a while, he suddenly shed two lines of tears.
Realizing that he had lost his composure, Pu Shan gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and then said: "The girl is laughing, so the poor monk will go visit his old friend first."
With that said, Pu Shan left and headed towards the back of the courtyard.
Chuxue looked at Pu Shan's back. Although his body was straight and his steps were bold, he always felt that there was a hint of desolation in his back.
Luyi walked out of the room, looked at the direction Pu Shan left, and muttered: "What does this monk do? He actually asked the tailor directly."
"Have you packed it up?" Chuxue glanced at her.
Green Yi immediately shut up and trotted towards the house.
About half an hour later, someone in green clothes and a red robe walked out of the house holding a walnut.
"Palace Master, pack up, let's set off."
Chuxue looked at the forest behind the hut and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go take a look first."
Chu Xue's figure appeared behind Pu Shan.
In front of Pu Shan was a graceful woman.
The woman is carved from bluestone and stands in front of the tailor's tombstone.
Feeling the arrival of Chuxue, Pu Shan turned around and said with a smile: "I haven't even lit her eyes yet."
As he spoke, a faint light shone from Pu Shan's fingertips. His fingers tapped the sculpture's eyes twice, and the woman suddenly seemed to come alive.
Looking at the sculpture in front of her, Chuxue always felt a little familiar.
Looking at the cold tombstone next to it, and then at the lifelike sculpture, Chuxue suddenly reacted.
"The one you carved was senior tailor?"
"Yes!" Pu Shan took two steps back and looked at the statue in front of him. There was a shyness in his eyes that only a boy could have.
He lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look into those eyes.
Many things in a person's body can be faked, but eyes alone are difficult to fake.
Seeing Monk Pu Shan looking like this, a smile suddenly appeared on Chu Xue's face.
"Have you ever had a past with her?" Chuxue tried to ask.
Unexpectedly, Pu Shan shook his head and said: "No."
"No?" Chuxue was a little surprised. This was completely different from what she had imagined.
Pu Shan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Indeed not. After all, she and I are not from the same world at all."
"Then why are you?"
"Why did you come to her and why did you erect this statue?"
Chuxue said nothing.
Opposite the statue was an abandoned stone. Pu Shan walked to the stone and sat down.
He looked at the sculpture with his eyes, and his mind seemed to be back in the past.
"Girl, you can live here and even set up a tomb for the tailor, so your relationship with her should be very close."
Chuxue is not sure whether her relationship with the tailor can be considered close, but at least she still has her mark on her body.
Thinking of this, Chuxue nodded.
"Then, has she ever mentioned to you that when she was in the mortal world, there was a swordsman who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and he once made a big joke for her."
Chuxue shook her head. During this period, what the tailor communicated with her the most was cultivation. After all, Chuxue had to survive until the tailor returned to the world.
Seeing Chu Xue shaking her head, Pu Shan smiled awkwardly and said, "That's right, it was just an inconspicuous episode in her long life. In her heart, all this should have disappeared long ago.
"
Although Pu Shan always kept a smile, from his expression, Chuxue could see the loneliness, the loneliness, and the disappointment that he did not dare to show.
For some reason, Chuxue suddenly became interested in all this. She also found a stone, looked at the young and beautiful tailor statue, and said to Monk Pu Shan: "She didn't tell me, but, you
You can tell me!"
"Girl, are you willing to listen?"
"Yes." Chuxue nodded, "Maybe her soul hasn't gone far yet, and she can still hear you if you say it now."
"Besides, senior tailor has been very kind to me, and it is also my wish to know more about his past. After I leave this place, I am afraid that I will rarely have the opportunity to come back. I heard that in the mortal world, people who leave before
When she goes there, her descendants will tell every detail of her life in front of her grave for three days and three nights."
Saying that, Chuxue looked at Monk Pu Shan and said, "You shouldn't be able to speak for that long, right?"
Listening to Chuxue's words, Monk Pu Shan seemed to have immediately forgotten the sadness in front of him.