It was fragmented, and when Xie Wei talked about it, it was also intermittently.
Bai Shu listened silently for a while, his eyes incomprehensible.
A monk and two women.
All the stories in Xie Weimei's dreams revolve around them.
She couldn't remember exactly what words the monk said when his lips moved slightly, nor could she remember what she was feeling at the moment she looked at the monk.
From the first meeting in Fenyin City, this strange dream began to bother her.
Even though many things are blurred, everything is insignificant.
But Xie Wei still clearly remembered that the monk seemed to be married.
The monk who always dressed in white put on a bright red wedding dress. He lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He is laughing, he is smiling very happily.
Can the always dull monk also smile?
Xie Wei's heart moved, and then he saw the monk approaching a small wooden house with his own eyes.
Rough wood and simple decoration inside the house.
The outside of the wall is covered with red paper-cuts, ducks, kittens, mushrooms, rabbits... all kinds of strange and weird patterns.
She stared curiously at a cat head on the wall and blinked.
The cat's head was extremely fat and huge, its eyes were round and bulging, and its beard cut out of red paper was bristling.
Not like a cat, more like a pig with a broken head.
Xie Wei turned his gaze inside the house. At this time, the monk had gently knocked on the door.
The woman in wedding dress was sitting on the wooden bed, her hands were shaking slightly and her shoulders were shaking.
Xie Wei couldn't see her face, but she had an inexplicable hope.
The woman in the wedding dress is herself.
"Amita..."
The monk's eyes were warm, but when he was halfway through his words, he hurriedly changed his words.
"I'm late, sorry."
Xie Wei heard the monk's voice:
"I suddenly had some clues about the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" created by the teacher. I was so obsessed with it that I almost missed the time."
She looked at the monk's dull explanation. The monk wanted to stretch out his hand, but halfway through, he retracted.
"I deserve to die." The monk apologized honestly.
Xie Wei watched this scene with interest and remained motionless.
Suddenly, a low sobbing sound came from under the red wedding dress.
The monk became more and more at a loss. He turned around in a panic, like a little boy who was afraid of being slapped on the palm by his teacher.
"I……"
A red dress suddenly came into view. The monk's expression was stunned, and he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch her.
"I thought you weren't coming!"
A soft, waxy, crying voice came from under the hijab.
A gust of wind blew and the red hijab was lifted up.
Xie Wei saw a pair of tearful eyes and a pitiful little face.
She was suddenly stunned. At this time, Xie Wei actually saw Xie Fanjing's face.
The girl under the red hijab was crying miserably, her eyes were swollen like peaches. She stared at the monk and pursed her lips as if refusing to admit defeat.
Xie Wei was startled when she heard a sudden noise coming from behind.
Another self...
A few steps away, Xie Wei saw his face.
She saw that she was holding up the hem of her skirt, wearing the same phoenix crown and harem, and wearing a wedding dress.
Although her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were lowered, the joy that could not be hidden seemed to overflow from the corners of her brows and eyes.
She watched as she took a few steps forward, but suddenly stopped.
The blush on the girl's face quickly faded, and she stood there blankly, like a piece of dry wood.
Xie Wei followed her gaze and saw laughter floating out of the cabin.
The girl hugged the monk's neck and turned around like a naive kitten.
The two of them were smiling at each other, and their eyes were full of infinite joy.
Outside the wooden house, Qingli's face showed countless resentment and shame. She sneered twice and walked straight forward.
Xie Wei wanted to speak, but no sound came out, and he watched her pass through his body.
The expression on her face did not change at all, as if she had just passed through a phantom of nothingness.
Xie Wei couldn't remember what happened after that.
In her memory, this was her most vivid dream.
Everything is vivid and vivid.
Xie Wei looked at the moment when the monk picked up the girl, and her heart seemed to be twitching hard.
From Fenyin City, she happened to catch a glimpse of the little handyman watching the excitement in the crowd through the opened car curtain.
The endless dream that will never stop has been bothering her.
Although it is often hazy, the faces of Baizhu, Xie Fanjing and themselves are still visible.
They are so clear, as if they were carved into the brain with a sharp knife.
Xie Wei still remembered that she saw a handyman in gray clothes by the lotus pond.
The little handyman's eyes were darting around and furtive, but he smiled like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.
In his hand was a stack of oil paper, wrapped in the oil paper, was a large chicken drumstick.
At that time, Xie Wei suddenly felt the urge to cry.
It's like waiting for someone for a long, long time, until you think you'll never meet again.
But suddenly, through the tiny silhouettes of lotus flowers in the pond, Xie Wei saw that face again.
On the eve of leaving Fenyin, Xie Wei gave up on cultivating him into a Five Desire Demon.
But Xie Wei acquiesced to the small actions of his subordinates.
Let the little handyman take over the revenge of the young people of the Zhao family.
it's over……
Since we want to climb the supreme road, from the bottom of our hearts, we can no longer have any worries.
Until the purple mist fell from the sky, the living corpses were in chaos, and the world's current situation fell into chaos.
Xie Wei always thought he was dead, but now...
The woman in red raised her eyes silently, and a few steps away, the handsome Taoist wearing a lotus crown and a feathered coat was also silent.
He frowned and didn't speak for a long time.
"after……"
Xie Wei suddenly smiled:
"I can't remember much about what happened after that. Even my dreams were intermittent, with only a few inaudible words left."
"fire……"
Under the dim light of the sky, the woman in the red dress has a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure, like a crimson lotus growing in the snow.
"I often dream about fires, many, many...as if everything is burning."
"It's over?"
Bai Shu breathed a sigh of relief and asked.
"It's over." Xie Wei looked calm.
"What a weird dream."
Bai Shu narrowed his eyes and stared at the white mist in the sky.
After a long time, Xie Wei suddenly heard his harsh voice:
"Why, a good person, why is he suddenly going to die?"
"The Xie family has two ancient scriptures." Xie Wei sneered: "Have you ever heard of their names?"
These two volumes of ancient scriptures were accidentally acquired by Xie Heng, the ancestor of the Xie family. They were so exquisite that they caused great disturbances in the world.
The Five Desire Demons trained by Xie Wei alone killed countless young talents in the world.
"Xie Xuan will do whatever it takes to get a word of approval from his master."
When Xie Wei mentioned that name, he didn't have the slightest respect:
"For some things, once they get old, the ambitions they had when they were young will no longer exist, such as helping the country and brightening their family...the older they get, the more they are afraid of death."
Xie Wei smiled jokingly, his eyes turning wildly:
"I'm afraid the old man himself never thought that his granddaughter, who had high hopes for him, would also die because of this evil book."
When it comes to the weirdness and difficulty of enlightenment, the latter is naturally the most difficult, but when it comes to danger, it is the former.
"The Twelve Brahma Sutras" is not only unparalleled in illusion, but also the leader in illusion.
There are various miracles in it, such as when the incarnation of Zuo Chengye was killed, Xie Fanjing once manifested the idol of Brahma.
An ancient god who rides a peacock, has a crown on his head, has four arms, and holds a kettle and a spoon-shaped token.
He is one of the three gods, omniscient in all directions, creator of law, and protector of the world.
Invisible, inconceivable, and indescribable.
Even the great Shura King Po Chi that Bai Shu visualized was far dwarfed by this one.
Even though the magic is endless, if one of the Brahma's practices is not careful, he will sink into an eternal dream and never escape.
"But she..."
Bai Shu's throat rolled: "She said she had already formed a heart seal."
"Over the past thousands of years, there are countless people in the Xie family who have practiced the Twelve Brahma Sutras, and as for those who have formed the heart seal, they are as numerous as carps crossing the river."
Xie Wei raised his head slightly, but there was not even a trace of expression on his face as white as jade.
"Why can she be an accident?"
"I……"
Baizhu's voice suddenly became hoarse, his eyes moved, and then suddenly went out again.
She is going to die...
Bai Zhu lowered his head a little weakly.
The little girl holding the cat, she's going to die.
In the white mist of the first lunar month of winter, when the light that covered his body was dispersed, he suddenly felt that the winter in Qinghuang was really too cold.
The wind whizzed in through the sleeves, carrying a damp and cold smell.
Bai Shu stood silently for a long time, then he lightly dusted the frost and snow off his shoulders.
A few snowflakes fell into the shoulders and collars, and were quickly melted by the body temperature.
"Can I ever see her again?"
Bai Shu's eyes flashed and he spoke softly.
"She was brought into the sect of Du Shaozhi in her early years as a compromise between the aristocratic families and the Confucian sect, but she never practiced with him."
Xie Wei looked coldly at the handful of plum branches that had turned into black ash on the ground, and snowflakes like goose-like catkins were falling one after another.
The remaining charcoal color was quickly covered under the white snow again.
"Du Shaozhi intended to take her to Baimao Mountain, and both the ancestor and her father acquiesced."
"If there is no accident." Xie smiled and said with a flowery face, "You will never see her again in this life."
"That's it..."
Bai Shu was quiet for a long time, then suddenly laughed warmly:
"My problem is over."
He folded his hands and said:
"Miss Xie, is there anything else you want to teach the young monk?"
"Let's meet."
Looking at the silent Baizhu, Xie Wei's eyes suddenly darkened:
"Does it have to be this unfamiliar?"
"Thank you, Miss, for clarifying my doubts for the young monk."
The young Taoist priest with the lotus crown took a step back, his eyes were dull, and his face showed no sadness or joy:
"Xie Jiu once promised me that the young monk and Miss Xie will never have anything to do with each other again."
"What do you mean?" Xie Wei said softly.
"Times have changed and things have changed."
Bai Zhu lowered his eyes and smiled slowly:
"Girl and I don't have to meet each other from now on."
In the white fog, their faces were blurred by the cold wind and flying snow.
The snow is rolling on the ground, and the snow is thick and green.
Xie Wei looked at the young man in the white mist. He gave himself a faint salute and turned back.
His figure disappeared into the snow, and immediately, a five-color rainbow light flew up into the sky.
For a long time, Xie Wei looked back in silence.
In front of her, there was only a vast expanse of white mist.
…
…
…
A five-color escaping light broke through the sea of clouds, and before countless flying snow could fall, it was melted and evaporated by the hot air waves in the rainbow light, leaving not even a drop of water left.
Opposite the sapphire case, Cui Yuanzhou and the fat black monk looked at each other.
Astonishingly, this was Monk Chenghe, whom both Cui Yuanzhou and Bai Shu had met one after another.
Both of them had extremely unkind expressions. If they hadn't been worried about Baizhu, who was sitting cross-legged in the cloud car, they would have almost started a fight immediately.
"Monk, bald donkey... what kind of crane is the bald donkey riding on?"
Cui Yuanzhou suddenly shook his head. He picked up the soft and thick cakes on the white porcelain plate in front of him and swallowed them in one gulp. His voice was unclear:
“Could a black donkey still be able to ride a crane?”
"It's not surprising that a black donkey rides on a crane."
Opposite Cui Yuanzhou, the fat and dark monk looked calm and not angry. He smiled slightly and retorted:
"But a fat cow riding a crane is really weird."
Cui Yuanzhou immediately flew into a rage. As a young man, if he was even slightly aroused, his face would turn red and his veins would bulge out, and they would burst out in an instant.
But suddenly, the anger on his face disappeared, and after sneering a few times, he sat down again.
Deep in the cloud car, the fog suddenly dissipated and the colorful lights separated.
The young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown looked pale, and Shi Shiran walked out.
Bai Shu looked at the furious Cui Yuanzhou, then at the fat black monk with a smile on his face, and shook his head slightly.
Three days after being separated from Xie Wei, Bai Shu picked up this fat black monk riding a crane.
Speaking of which, when Bai Shu used his sword to escape, it once passed him far away.
The fat black monk somehow got into trouble with a group of demons and was beaten to a terrible state by them.
In line with the realization that they were both bald, Baizhu boldly drew his sword to help.
Afterwards, the tall, fat monk made it clear that his Buddhist name was Huiyuan, and he was a monk from Jinghai Temple, one of the three hundred Zen monasteries under the Vajra Temple and adjacent to Fengshan Temple.
Huiyuan, a monk from Jinghai Temple?
Bai Shu didn't believe it at first, but looked at him carefully with Shura eyes.
He also sent the image of Hui Yuan to his senior brother Xu Yanhou through Yu Gui.
Only then was he finally convinced that the fat, dark monk Chenghe was indeed a monk from Jinghai Temple.
As for why he was chased by the demons, it was just because those people took a fancy to the white crane under Huiyuan's crotch.
The white crane is not a living thing, but a puppet creation, which is very precious.
It was just that Monk Huiyuan's master was worried that the fat black monk was doing evil outside, so he sealed Bai He with his own hands.
In fact, there is no need for Bai Shu to take action. Hui Yuan is originally the second realm of Yang Fu - the cultivation level of Qi Blood.
It was just that he had a bad heart and was not able to do harm to humans and demons, which was why Bai Zhu was in such a mess when he saw him.
"Is the monk okay these days?"
He slapped Huiyuan and said with a smile.
"Thank you, Taoist priest." The fat black monk stood up in a hurry and solemnly returned the greeting: "Very good, very good."
"Senior brother."
Cui Yuan hurried forward and glanced sideways at Hui Yuan, his face full of displeasure:
"How long until we arrive? Where are the people from Qingli Palace?"
"Soon."
Bai Zhu patted his shoulder:
"Tongjiang is already below. As for the people greeted by Qingli Palace, they are not far away."
"Hmm."
Cui Yuanzhou nodded. He was about to ask something, but the words stuck in his throat and he was holding them back.
Ever since the Taoist met Tianguan in front of him, the expression on his face has always been light, with no trace of sadness or joy.
These days, Bai Shu in Yun Che often stays in seclusion, and even Cui Yuanzhou, who is in Yun Che, rarely sees him.
Like this, it lasted for several more hours.
At the end of the day, Bai Shu and Hui Yuan, who were meditating with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes.
"arrive."
Bai Shu explained to Cui Yuanzhou and stood up straight away.
Faintly, violent sounds suddenly came from between heaven and earth.
The river overflowed, as if thousands of armored cavalry were trampling through it, causing the river to shake violently.
Cui Yuanzhou pricked up his ears, and at that moment, he heard the sound of distant thunder.
