Cemetery

The night was hazy.

It was silent in the courtyard of the old temple.

Moonlight shimmered and a round moon was reflected on the water surface in the old well.

Not long later, the reflection of a monk appeared. He was not old - in his twenties - and had elegant features with eyes that were even clearer than the water surface.

Su Zimo gazed at his reflection in the water and smiled.

"Ming Xin, Ming Xin… does he want me to see my own heart clearly and identify my true nature?"

Su Zimo muttered softly.

At that moment, he did not know where the old monk had gone whereas Ming Zhen had already gone to sleep.

His ears were filled with the sounds of frogs croaking and crickets chirping. The little fox sprawled beside the well in a deep sleep and suddenly, Su Zimo noticed that his mind was in an incomparable state of tranquility.