When Ahya pushed open the firewood door again, Xie Jie had returned.

He grasped a long red silk in his hand, I do not know what process used, the gold thread embedded in the head, the surface can not see the traces, by the sunlight, but a dazzling light.

The flash made her eyes a little sore.

Ahya looked back and glanced at the courtyard.

There was no longer a monk under that Bodhi tree, but the words of Master Yuanwu still surrounded her ears.

"Someone has gone ...