Li Yunjian

[Short story, be, one male and two male characters are gone, please be careful if you can't accept it] The monk's Buddhist name was Yuan Shan. Once in Hanshan Temple, there was a young man who would walk on the snow and hold flowers to the temple every fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month to pray for blessings. That young man brought his own prayer belt, and every time he finished praying, he would hang up the prayer belt and leave. One year, Yuan Shan passed by the prayer tree. Not long after the young master left, the prayer belt hung by the young master slowly floated down. He picked up the prayer belt and hung it back on the tree. The breeze blew and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the contents of the prayer belt. I wish you peace and happiness forever. Because he had never seen the font before, and the young master always held flowers when he went there every year, he had an impression of him. One day, the young master did not appear on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. He did not hold a flower, but held a rabbit hairpin that he had never seen before. That day was the last time Yuan Shan saw him. Now Yuan Shan saw the gift and the rabbit hairpin, but he didn't see the praying person stepping on the snow and holding flowers. Xun Yuli didn't know that someone had been praying for her on her birthday for many years. In the sixth year, the young master did not go and died, and Yuan Shan also returned to the common world due to the mortal world. Intention: As you move forward, you will always meet those who chase the light.