Queqiao Town.

After Liuli was taken away by Li Molin, Shi Chan stayed on Zhulu Plain for a whole night, and then he left Zhulu Plain and began to walk aimlessly forward.

He didn't know what he should do or where he should go. He had cultivated for countless lifetimes and lived for thousands of years, but he had never felt so lost.

He wandered aimlessly for a day and a night. When he was extremely tired in the middle of the night, he remembered a warm place. After figuring out the direction, he took off and arrived at Magpie Bridge Town at dawn.

Not wanting to alarm the townspeople, Shi Chan landed outside the town and set off on the road to the Holy Monk Temple.

Most of the townspeople looked at Shi Chan with astonishment at his sudden departure and equally sudden return.

At that time, Shi Chan had not yet changed his blood-stained clothes, and his face was covered with blood and dust, making him look quite disheveled.

When the townspeople saw Shi Chan's attire, some kindly offered to take him home to change his clothes, but he refused them all.

Finally, Shi Chan arrived at the temple of the Holy Monk. He stood outside the temple for a long time, looking lost and dejected, before pushing open the half-closed door and going inside.

Then he spotted the Bodhi tree sapling at a glance, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

Is it really possible to grow a Bodhi tree on the land of Queqiao Town?

With a dazed expression, Shi Chan slowly walked over, looked down at the Bodhi tree sapling, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She once said that if she could grow a Bodhi tree in this place unsuitable for Bodhi trees, it would be as if Buddha himself agreed to her leaving the monastic life, and she would marry him.

But now the Bodhi tree has indeed sprouted, but she is no longer here...

Two lines of tears fell silently, and soon his face was covered in tears.

Her little face appeared before his eyes, blurred by tears, flashing by quickly. The expression on her face was exceptionally lively, sometimes mischievous, sometimes cunning, with a bright smile that illuminated his heart.

Finally, Shi Chan knelt down before the Bodhi tree, the place where Liuli often sat cross-legged, and wept uncontrollably.

"Liuli..."

A sobbing, mournful sound, strained to be suppressed, rose and drifted throughout the entire temple, sounding utterly sorrowful.

Suddenly, a beam of white light descended from the sky and stopped about ten feet behind Shi Chan. A woman in white appeared out of thin air in the temple of the holy monk, looking at Shi Chan, who was crying uncontrollably, with a pained expression.

Liuli tilted her head to look at Shichan's retreating figure, seeing that he was simply weeping and hadn't even noticed her arrival. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, and she raised her voice to ask, "Why are you crying so sadly?"

Upon hearing the sound, Shi Chan immediately stood up, turned around, and looked over. His face, covered in blood and dust, still bore traces of tears. He stared blankly at Liu Li's small face, remaining silent for a long time.

Liuli looked at the stunned Shichan with amusement, yet felt a pang of pity in her heart. In her memory, Shichan was always clean and tidy; he had never looked like this before, his face unshaven, covered in dust and blood.

She put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and asked with a light laugh, "Monk, I'm asking you, why are you crying so sadly?"

Shi Chan strode towards Liuli, and he reached out his trembling hand to stroke her small face, feeling its warmth.

This is not a hallucination, she is real, she is alive, she has returned...

The stunned look on Shi Chan's face gradually faded, replaced by a look of ecstatic joy at having regained what he had lost. A joyful smile appeared on his lips as he said softly, "Because I thought the only woman I ever loved was dead, and I thought I would never see her again."

Liuli chuckled and continued, "Then why did you stop crying?"

Zen Master replied gently, “Because she has returned, right before my eyes.”

A deep smile graced Liuli's small face, her eyes curving into crescents. She nodded and said with a smile, "Oh, I see..."

Shi Chan looked down at Liuli's small face with longing and asked softly, "Liuli, do you still stand by what you said?"

Liuli smiled mischievously and tilted her head, saying, "That depends on which sentence it is?"

Shi Chan knew she was deliberately teasing him, but he honestly replied, "You said you would marry me if the Bodhi tree sprouted. Does that promise still stand?"

"This sentence..." Liuli smiled mischievously, drawing out the tone, but deliberately not continuing.

Shi Chan shook his head and smiled, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

After a deep kiss, Shi Chan looked down at Liu Li's blushing face and asked, "Does this statement count?"

"Hmm..." Liuli continued to keep him in suspense for a while before finally smiling and saying, "It just so happens that this sentence is true!"

Shi Chan smiled gently and opened his arms to embrace her.

The temple is quiet and peaceful, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.

The gentle sunlight cast a slanted shadow on the ground of the two figures standing embraced in the courtyard. The shadows looked so inseparable, as if nothing and no one could separate them.