In fact, in my belief, the Three Lives Stone should be three or four meters high and the surroundings are gloomy, but the real Three Lives Stone is not the same as what I imagined.

The Three Lives Stone is actually more than ten meters high, just like a pillar standing on this Gobi Desert, with three big characters on it, the Three Lives Stone.

"Is this the Three Lives Stone?" After getting off the car, I looked around in surprise and asked, "Why are there no one guarding the treasures in the underworld?"

Uncle Liu explained: "This is the Three Lives Stone. As long as you touch your arm to it, you will get some memories of your previous life. As for the specific ones, I don't know, because I haven't used this to see it!"

I asked strangely: "Have you not seen it before? Didn't you say that everyone who went to the underworld would watch the Three Lives Stone?"

Uncle Liu shook his head and said, "That's nonsense. To be honest, this Sansheng Stone is not good for him. On the contrary, there are many disadvantages!"

"harm!"

I frowned, but I didn't expect that watching things would be harmful.

Uncle Liu said: "If you restore your memories of your previous life, your current consciousness may be controlled by your previous life memories. In fact, it is a very simple truth, so most people will not come to see the Three Lives Stone. As for your master who actually takes you to see, you should have confidence in you!"

I smiled bitterly, I have no confidence. The situation that Uncle Liu mentioned has always been a problem that I am very worried about.

I shook my head, what am I thinking? I've all come down. Could it be that I'll be losing my chain at this time? I nodded to Uncle Liu and asked, "Uncle, just put your hand on it."

"Yes." Uncle Liu nodded.

I walked to the Sansheng Stone and looked at the huge stone. I might not feel anything when I stood far away. As soon as I approached, although it seemed to be an ordinary stone, it was the long-famous Sansheng Stone. I shook my teeth, stretched out my right hand, and touched it.

Suddenly, my brain hurts and I fainted.

...

Where is this? I looked around and suddenly found myself in a dilapidated temple. There was a scholar who looked exactly like me in front of me sitting on the ground eating steamed buns.

This scene is exactly the same as the dream I last time, but this is like a TV series, as if it started at the end of the previous dream. And the current situation, how to say, it feels very clear, and I feel like I am in the scene. I can even feel the coldness of the dilapidated temple. This feeling is not what the dream last time could give me.

That scholar, Ning Caichen, did not notice my existence.

It soon passed overnight. After dawn the next day, Ning Caichen had no intention of leaving. He cleaned a room in the dilapidated temple and prepared to stay, looking at the dumb looking.

Although I really want to remind him that there are ghosts here and I want to leave, he can't hear them. I thought about it again. These things have actually happened more than a thousand years ago, and now they are just equivalent to movies or something.

I feel very bored now. I watched Ning Caichen sit in the room with a scroll for an afternoon. My current situation has also been mentioned before, it is different from dreaming. But after an hour of this dream, I feel that it has been an hour.

Finally, the next night came. Ning Caichen was still studying hard while lighting candles. If it was converted to reality, it was about ten o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, the gate of the broken temple was opened with a bang. When Ning Caichen heard a noise downstairs, he quickly got up and went out to see the situation. I hurriedly followed him out.

When I went out, it turned out to be Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian was still wearing white clothes. When she saw Ning Caichen, she frowned and shouted: "You scholar, didn't I let you leave yesterday? Why are you still here!"

Ning Caichen saw that it was Nie Xiaoqian, smiled and replied, "Miss. I don't know anything. I have some difficulties in spending money. I plan to rest here for a few nights, draw a few calligraphy and paintings to sell in a nearby town, and get enough money before leaving!"

"Young master still knows calligraphy and painting." Nie Xiaoqian's face relaxed a lot after hearing this.

"Understand a little." Ning Caichen nodded, then ran to his room and took an oil lamp and some of the calligraphy and paintings he drew and handed them to Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian also praised her again and again when she saw it. Nie Xiaoqian suddenly picked up one of the paintings and asked, "Young Master, I don't know where this painting comes from!"

I was bored by the side, but I didn't understand these paintings at all. But suddenly I heard Nie Xiaoqian's words, and I looked over and saw that it was paralyzed. Isn't this painting Han Sifan? Uh, that is, Nie Xiaoqian.

To be honest, it's so similar, it's so well painted. Nie Xiaoqian on this painting was painted under a peach blossom, with a very bright smile on her face. Ning Caichen looked at the painting and sighed and said, "This painting was bought by a pair of lonely old men in a nearby town some time ago. When I saw that the two old men had no children and lived in poverty, they wanted to give them money, but the two old men wanted to do it. So I took a painting from his house and said that I could buy the painting with money, so I bought it!"

When I saw Nie Xiaoqian, I was already full of tears. Ning Caichen looked at Nie Xiaoqian with a strange look and asked: "Miss, why are you crying!"

"It's nothing, it's just that the two old men you mentioned are too pitiful, just getting in love with the scene." Nie Xiaoqian wiped her tears.

Depending on the situation, Ning Caichen should have encountered Nie Xiaoqian's parents or grandparents. Ning Caichen looked at the painting carefully, then looked at Nie Xiaoqian, and smiled and said, "Hey, Miss, I didn't expect you to have some similarities with the people in this painting. Why don't I give this painting to you? How about you let me live here for a few more days!"

In fact, it’s not Ning Caichen’s slim eyes. Although I can recognize the person in the painting at a glance, Ning Caichen cannot recognize it. The woman in the painting looks more like a girl next door, innocent and lively, with a smile on her face. Nie Xiaoqian always has a little bit of a worldly fireworks. Although Han Sifan is also cold, she is a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart. Nie Xiaoqian feels more like a heart-dead death.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Ning Caichen deeply, took the painting, put it carefully, and then said: "You can live as long as you are not afraid of death!"

Ning Caichen was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly thanked him. Nie Xiaoqian obviously didn't want to pay attention to Ning Caichen, so she turned around and walked out of the ruined temple.

Ning Caichen looked at Nie Xiaoqian's departure back, and his eyes also showed a hint of admiration. Everyone has a love for beauty, let alone a beauty like Nie Xiaoqian. Ning Caichen suddenly picked up the pen, picked up a piece of white paper and started painting.
Chapter completed!