From that day on, every midnight, Xia Jiejie would turn into a golden sculpture on time.

The next day, Xia Guang suppressed his heartbeat and stared at the golden girl beside him counting silently.

Sixty seconds!

When time comes, everything returns to normal.

On the third day, Xia Guang made new discoveries.

He did a small experiment, which was to move animal parts.

The moment the emperor turned into a golden sculpture, he immediately tore his pillow to pieces and threw it out.

As time came, the pillows were actually put together again, and they were still in their original position.

On the fourth day, Xia Guang finally reached his magic hand to the emperor's sister beside him.

Before going to bed, he could grab the girl's bundle of hair and refused to let go, and Xia Jiejie naturally let him go.

And when that strange time comes again.

Xia Guang used the scorching internal force and pointed it at the bunch of hair and cut it down in half!

However, the hair is still streaking.

Xia Guang frowned, and he tried to push the golden girl sculpture again, but it was still motionless.

It seems that such a body occupies this space and remains unchanged.

Try it day by day...

Xia Guang finally understood what that strange time period was.

Time stops!

Every midnight, there will be a time when it completely stops, but how big is the range of stopping at this time, and what is the world after stopping at this time, why does it stop at time, and whether he is the only one in the world after stopping at time, and what is the boundary between the world of stopping and non-stop? Xia Guang is not clear about these things, and cannot be figured out for the time being.

But he was filled with fear of what was outside the door.

What puzzled him the most was whether the minute that midnight stopped took up twenty-four hours of the day?

If so, based on the results of previous experiments, the object will return to its state one minute ago.

In other words, this minute, everything is likely to be unchanged...

Then, it is very likely that for others it will be twenty-four hours a day, but for yourself it will become twenty-four hours and one minute...

Xia Guang tried a lot, but he didn't dare to go out after all. Time passed day by day.

The deep winter has passed and the weather has gradually become warmer.

The willows climb onto the branches, the green smoke in the morning is as thin as fog.

Xia Jiejie finally remembered to fulfill her wish, so she began to take time to apply for the procedures for leaving the palace.

The emperor seemed to be very upset, so he let the two souvenirs settle outside, and then arranged two masters to accompany him to maintain royal dignity.

So Xia Jiejie took her younger brother with her light clothes and went out of the palace and went to the branch of the "Luluo Zen Temple" on the north side of the capital.

As the carriage drove away from the cold palace, Zhenfei took the little princess and ran away and said she wanted to go to the Bodhisattva Temple. Xia Jiejie thought that she could sit on the carriage anyway, so that's good.

What is the surname Zhenfei no longer matters. After all, a concubine who has lost her power will probably be deprived of her reliance on the outside.

So, this woman who could be Aunt Xia Jiejie talked about this and that along the way, talking all over the world, Xia Jiejie just nodded "yes" and barely supported her aura of "breaking with one stab".

Concubine Zhen was also a person who had been living in the storms. Otherwise, she would not have become infertile after giving birth to the little princess, but she could still survive.

So, she naturally had an insight into the eldest princess' nervous mood, so she also specially chose some things that the eldest princess could talk about, talk about interesting Buddhist stories, and talk about recent events and dates held by Buddhists in the capital.

Soon, the two got into a chat, leaving only the little emperor and the little princess staring at each other.

But the former is pretending to be confused, while the latter is really confused.

The little princess's surname is naturally Xia and her name is Lingyue.

The Green Luo Zen Temple Branch is located on a famous Buddhist mountain on the north side of the capital.

Under the protection of two guards, Zhenfei took her three children to climb up the steps and bypassed several rows of yellow walls. The dignified and magnificent hall appeared in front of her.

Concubine Zhen lit the incense, with a very pious expression, and her eyes were filled with sorrow. She looked at the bright and wise Bodhisattva, and she bowed deeply and then bowed.

Xia Guang naturally walked around, searching for the so-called "opportunity". Although it may not be great, it is rare to have a palace once, and it is always good to pull my sister to run away.

What's more, the stop at midnight every day made him feel that the world is far from that simple.

With the extremely powerful internal force of the yang, Xia Guang was running without any problem, so he quickly threw away the emperor's sister. In the tone behind him, "Xiao Guang Xiao Guang, you wait for sister" he quickly went deep into the depths of the Cihang Temple. He just needed to turn to the Sutra Pavilion, relying on the background of the royal naughty child, rushed into it, and flipped through a book at will, and then it was really "this wave of five-five openings, no loss."

But the Sutra Pavilion is not so easy to find.

He bypassed most of the Cihang Temple, but he did not find it.

Xia Guang still ran into the last alley. The yellow walls on both sides were simple and bright. Between the blue bricks and tiles under his feet, several clusters of dry moss exposed his head.

The royal naughty child ran on such a road and soon came to an end.

At the end is an arch, and there is a rustling sound of sweeping the floor from the door.

Xia Guang's eyes lit up, and he knew that the place had arrived.

So I slowed down and slowly stepped into it.

But when we reach the edge of the arch, a gentle internal force is pushed towards us, like a breeze that makes people feel warm, but it keeps people from thousands of miles away.

retreat?

Or not retreat?

This is a problem.

Xia Guang chose to retreat, and then deliberately pretended to lose balance, and wanted to hit the cold and hard blue bricks.

Old monk.

Are you saving?

Or not to save?

This is a problem.

The monk sweeping the floor in the door had no choice. He was like the wind, and his white robe was like a washing monk, and he gently dragged the little boy's waist with the wind and waves with his left hand, while he dragged the broom with his right hand.

"Little donor."

The old monk looked sad and his white eyebrows drooped from the corners of his eyes. He did not show any contempt because the visitor was a child who might not be able to speak.

All beings are equal, let alone young children?

"Didn't you get separated from your family?"

The old monk asked again.

Xia Guang was actually thinking all the way to deal with these monks who were well versed in Buddhism and Taoism. At this time, he looked at the old monk, but he had an answer.

So he gently raised a finger, placed it between himself and the old monk, and then responded in a tender voice: "No, nor did he leave."

The old monk smiled softly: "I'm taking a look, so what's the little donor here?"

Xia Guang expressed in rough words: "It's beautiful here."

The old monk was stunned: "Beautiful?"

Xia Guang stepped out of his calves, then squatted in the corner of the yard. A cluster of late autumn chrysanthemums bloomed in the corner of the wall. He bent down and raised his butt, leaned over and sniffed his little face, and then smiled.

In the afternoon, half of his body was bathed in gold, and a certain calmness and Zen opportunity appeared.

The old monk's sad expression gradually stretched out, and he seemed to feel the boy's joy.

That is the fragrance of flowers.

Eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy, collect clothes on rainy days, and dry quilts on sunny days.

The moon has light and the flowers have fragrance.

As long as you hold a normal heart, where can you not be happy?

Even if there are many evil people in this world, even the Vajra is angry and holding a sword in his hand, he cannot kill them all. But just having a compassionate heart and a normal heart is enough.

The old monk actually said the Buddha's name and said Amitabha, "I'm not a flower."

Then the royal naughty child stood up and said, "My name is Xia Guang."

"Take me a book."

Xia Guangdao.

"good."

Wuhua smiled.

What's wrong with meeting such a friend who is forgot about age?
Chapter completed!