The scenes I just saw gradually emerged from my mind, like a long silent frame.
The restaurant after the rain, the fireworks exploding on the river bank, the half-faded small flower windows and the rain hitting the small windows...
The moist and huge water vapor in the wind surged violently, completely immersing the nasal cavity, and even the breath was filled with moist air.
Ignorance, vast wisdom, the Red Dragon Heart Sutra and the golden lotus growing between the eyebrows.
Me... who am I?
These things exploded with a bang, and a faint sizzling sound could be heard in the ears.
The brain is like a dilapidated radio that has been in disrepair, with aging tubes, poorly connected leads, and worn carbon films... They are all driven by current together, producing tiny noises.
When Bai Zhu had a splitting headache, a small figure opened his arms and hugged him hard.
All kinds of feelings came to his mind, and his eyes flashed slightly.
I have grown taller...
He no longer looks like a child.
Bai Zhu also opened his arms, but when his hands passed through the ends, there was no feeling at all.
What the two of them hugged were just empty shadows...
The little idiot from Fenyin City had grown to his chest. The little girl remained silent for a long time.
In the dim sky, clouds piled up and snow fell randomly.
Bai Shu was silent for a long time and forced a smile.
"Why did you come to me now?" Xie Fanjing raised his head. In front of him, the young monk in white clothes was a little helpless:
"Now that I'm not in Fengshan Temple, how can I grill fish for you?"
"Did you go to Dalong's place to play?"
"Big dragon?"
"Grandpa, they call Qing Lijun Da Ni Loach, but I think Da Ni Loach is a bad name. He will be unhappy." Xie Fanjing blinked: "I call him Da Long."
"Do you know Mr. Qingli?"
"I went to his house to play, and Dalong gave me a lot of food."
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the scene was almost like goose-like catkins. Seeing Xie Fanjing getting a little bit smaller, it was almost buried by the frost and snow into a little snowman.
Bai Shu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly at her.
Xie Fanjing also raised his face and bent his eyes to Bai Shu.
The two walked across the white snow, and Bai Shu led her into the small building where he was, a three-story wooden building engraved with demon-conquering talismans.
When he opened the door, the furnishings in the house remained the same as they were when he left. They had not changed at all.
Xie Fanjing jumped up like a kitten and shook the snowflakes off her shoulders.
Bai Zhu moved his lips, but finally remained silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.
He looked at the jumping little girl and suddenly felt a little dazed.
The chaotic light and shadow in front of him was mottled, and fine dust slowly floated into his eyes. He slowly closed his eyes, and the white spots that danced and shone in front of his eyes gradually disappeared.
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
Bai Shu had never heard his own heartbeat so clearly, one after another, like a Dharma drum being beaten violently.
After a long period of trance, he managed to calm down and silently opened his eyes.
"Are you going to die? I don't want you to die."
The little monk in white lowered his eyes, paused in his voice, and spoke softly.
"How can I save you?"
Xie Fanjing lowered his head and remained silent. His little ears popped out slightly from his black hair, moving like some kind of cute furry beast.
Baizhu's heart ached, and at this moment, he was speechless.
He never thought that meeting him again would be like this.
"I won't die. The teacher said he could save me. He could make me survive on Baimao Mountain."
Xie Fanjing rolled up her sleeves and spoke seriously to Bai Shu:
"Grandpa asked me to practice with my teacher because of this, Bai Shu, I won't die."
On her arms, part of her body has become completely transparent, as if melting into the air, no longer distinguishable from each other.
The girl in front of me seems to disappear at any time, like a fragile delicate porcelain.
Bai Shu stared blankly at the figure a few steps away in front of him. After so many years, every detail of Fenyin City. Memories floated in his mind like bubbles.
"Everyone says that after you form the heart seal of Brahma, you will not be counterattacked by the mind's teachings."
In my ears, sounds continued to come.
"But I was still bitten by it. Dafan is really dangerous."
The little girl's frustrated voice came from close by. Bai Zhu looked at the little girl with her head lowered and felt suddenly relieved.
He loosened his fingers and smiled slowly.
"Will you come to Baimao Mountain to play with me?" Xie Fanjing looked at him.
"Yes."
"You won't lie to me?"
"I'm not going to lie to you." Looking at the suspicious little girl, Bai Shu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.
"I'd better go find you." The little girl lowered her head: "The teacher said that I will sleep for a long time after I return to Baimao Mountain, and I know when I will wake up. When I wake up, Baizhu, you will have forgotten me."
"I will never forget you."
Bai Zhu touched her head:
"I know a very powerful monk. He must have a solution for your illness."
"You must survive!"
The little monk in white retracted his palms, clasped his hands together, and spoke solemnly, his eyes extremely solemn.
Xie Fanjing looked at him, with a trace of struggle on her face. She groaned and suppressed the severe pain in her head, as if it had been split open by an axe.
Those fuzzy things become clearer in my memory bit by bit.
"Don't die!"
In the sky full of firelight, a man's painful cry could be heard.
He cried so sadly, as if he had lost something extremely precious. His memory was filled with bright red, like blood and fire intertwined together, covering up other colors.
"You must survive!"
At this moment, the voice in the memory and the voice of Bai Zhu in front of him suddenly overlapped and were no longer distinguishable from each other.
Xie Fanjing raised her head blankly. She stared at the solemn-faced young monk, her heart ached, and she felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
Bai Shu was stunned. He looked at the little girl with red eyes and suddenly felt a little at a loss.
Just when he was about to continue speaking, there were suddenly several knocks on the door.
"We don't have much time. Now that we have met, it's time to leave."
Outside the door, a man's warm voice sounded:
"Your father, the great minister of the country, has urged me repeatedly. I just went to Changle City and he sent hundreds of messages."
The small wooden door was gently pushed open, but Luan Xue was solemn and stopped outside the door.
The middle-aged scribe in Confucian robes held a letter in his hand. He glanced at the two of them with a calm expression.
"teacher……"
Xie Fanjing rubbed the red circles under his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged scribe.
"Young master, your cultivation is quite good. I didn't expect that Wu Huai would give you all the Buddhas in the Sea of Suffering."
The middle-aged scribe smiled softly and said to the little monk in white:
"Given time, I think that like Wu Xian, he will be a Buddhist disciple of Kongang Temple again. The luck of the Southern Zen Sect will always be higher than that of the Northern Zen Sect."
"How dare you compare yourself to Master Wuxian?" Bai Shu took a step back and clasped his hands to ask the middle-aged scholar in front of him.
"My name is Du Shaozhi."
The middle-aged scribe nodded slightly: "She was backlashed by the divine will of the Great Brahma, and the Great Sinong asked me to save her life."
"Thank you, Mr. Bai Shu." Baizhu bowed again and thanked the middle-aged scribe in front of him.
"As it should be."
The middle-aged scribe with a slender face smiled. He took a deep look at Bai Shu, who was bowing, and his eyes were meaningful.
"Rescuing people is like putting out fire, so I won't be too polite to the young master."
Xie Fanjing glanced at Baizhu hesitantly and pursed his lips.
"Please!" Baizhu bowed solemnly.
"We will definitely meet again." He rubbed Xie Fanjing's head and spoke softly to the little girl.
"Yeah!" Xie Fanjing nodded heavily.
In the cabin, a vacuum passage suddenly appeared, showing deep darkness and chaos.
The middle-aged scribe took Xie Fanjing and took one step forward, and his figure disappeared.
With a final glance, both of them waved goodbye.
"You must survive!"
In the memory, the voice became clear again, and the crying man's voice overlapped with Bai Shu's face.
It seemed that at that last moment, it was this sound that echoed in my ears.
"We must survive..."
Xie Fanjing's heart felt sour, and her tears finally fell.
When the middle-aged scribe saw this scene, he sighed deeply and turned sideways.
In Du Shaozhi's Niwan Palace, there is a message jade pendant, which is shining endlessly and overflowing with brilliance.
"Can the person be taken away?"
As soon as Du Shaozhi's divine will touched Yu Guili, an anxious man's voice came out.
"How could you take her to Fengshan Temple? What a nonsense!"
"But she really wants to go." Du Shaozhi smiled, looking nonchalant.
He had just brought Xie Fanjing to Fengshan Temple, and before he could walk around Changle City and send a message to Yu Guili, he was filled with messages from this great minister of agriculture.
"She is my daughter!" The man became even more angry: "There are certain things. How can you let a child do whatever you want!"
"What are you afraid of, Xie Kang?"
Du Shaozhi called out the name of the great agricultural minister of the day and said in a calm tone:
"It's just a meeting between two children. When she returns to Baimao Mountain, I can only barely hang on to her life. Whether she can wake up or come around is still uncertain.
In the last few days, it is also very good to make your daughter happy. Don’t forget, a teacher is like a father, and now she is my disciple.”
"Just a little monk..."
Du Shaozhi's tone was a little confused: "What are you worried about?"
There was silence for a long time on the other side of Yu Gui's message, and then the sound came again.
"You don't understand."
"I don't understand?" Du Shaozhi frowned slightly.
"If you meet Song Chi in the future." Xie Kang smiled bitterly: "Maybe he can tell you why."
The slender-faced middle-aged scribe's expression dimmed, and he suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he continued to speak.
"In exchange for saving your daughter's life..."
"On some small matters, we can let the emperor personally govern."
Crossing the message to Yu Gui, Xie Kang's voice spread faintly:
"I will certainly do what I promise you."
"That's good."
Du Shaozhi sighed and took the lead in closing the message jade guide.
In the vacuum passage, there were countless shadows, like water patterns in deep water that were undulating slightly. When he looked at this scene, the look in his eyes was as dark and unclear as the scene in front of him.
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Northern Guard.
One Hundred Thousand Snow Mountains.
The season has already entered the cold winter, and even in the southern states of Chu and Zheng, the catkins have already drifted thousands of miles, and the drops of water turn into ice.
And in Beiwei, which is located in the northern Xinjiang, it is natural that the weather is extremely cold and snowy, and the wind is blowing.
Looking around, everything between heaven and earth is pure white, and all the rivers and mountains within a hundred thousand miles are pure white.
In such a cold world, even the cold-resistant ice bear will not easily get out of the cave.
At this moment, two people were facing each other on the mirror-like icy lake. Where they stood, even the howling frost, wind and cold snow stopped.
The old monk in golden robe raised his eyes and stared silently at the man opposite him.
In the eyes of the old monk in golden robes, there are the birth and death of all things, a terrifying scene like the great decay of the universe, and the evolution of galaxies, like the first judgment of the grand mist, the beginning of yin and yang.
The withered treasure tree was above his head, and the divine light of the withered glory shrouded his entire body.
The golden-robed old monk looked at the man opposite him with a solemn expression, but he did not dare to relax at all.
"Cizai, you old thing."
The old monk in gold robes concentrated his attention on him. The man opposite him, facing him from a distance, suddenly chuckled and spoke.
Countless clouds rolled around, sitting in a doomsday scene. Formed by tentacles and eyes, the endless weird creations sighed.
Miao Yan raised his white pupils, looked at the golden-robed old monk who was looking at him intently, and said with a smile:
"We are old friends after all. Why, do we need to be so defensive?"
"We are not old friends." The old monk in golden robe frowned: "What does the great Zen master want when he comes to Beiwei?"
"It's cold."
Miao Yan sighed, and countless tentacles in his body danced wildly, casting chaotic black shadows.
"You treat my demons as cannon fodder and pawns, but why are you so wary of me, the ancestor of humans and demons?"
"The shepherd can tame the lambs and tame the hounds."
The golden-robed old monk said calmly: "But the shepherd will not try to tame the wild wolf.
"Great Zen Master, do you really think that the people in the world can't see the calculations contained in your "Yi Ding Heart Sutra"?"
"It's interesting." Miao Yan chuckled, high-fived and praised: "It seems that you have some vague assumptions about the existence of Ziwu."
"What exactly is the great Zen master going to say?"
"Purple Haze."
Miao Yan smiled mysteriously. In his body, countless eyes opened and stared at the old monk in golden robes a hundred feet away: "Do you want to know what is inside the purple mist?"
Seeing the golden-robed old monk's breathing tightening unconsciously, the smile on Miao Yan's face grew stronger.
"Come forward." He waved his hand: "I will tell you personally."
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South China Sea.
Within a cave-like paradise.
The spring sun is warm, and thousands of golden lights are falling from the sky. There is a faint sound of elegant music, floating from the depths of the bamboo forest, accompanied by the sound of running water washing the white stones.
Outside a small wooden house, two boys in Confucian shirts were standing respectfully, looking very solemn.
Two boys, one is holding a mirror in his hand, and the other is holding a ruler.
"Beiwei, Dazheng's border troops have made sudden changes, and the war between the two countries is about to begin."
"Monk Cizai of Landuo Temple has achieved the six divine transformations of Buddhism, which is called clairvoyance."
"Hei Tianzi and Taiwei Mountain Avenue Master have traveled together to help Master fill the leakage in the world."
"The demon fairy Fang Hujun has a short lifespan and will impact the upper three realms."
"Xuanxuanzi cultivates a golden body of immortality."
"The real person Lotus died tragically after passing through the tribulation, and the soul escaped by two points."
The boy holding the mirror in his hand kept talking. Every time he said a word, an extra line of text would appear on the mirror.
"Mrs. Yinshan returns to Yinshan."
"The rain lamp cut off the Qingshen Temple."
"Guang Hui and Wang Qiuyi joined hands to kill Miao Yan in the South China Sea."
The boy paused, and when he was about to continue speaking, an old voice from the wooden house interrupted him.
