Chapter 371: Smile before we meet, Xu Pingsheng (1)
puff!
puff!
puff!
Large swaths of fireworks exploded, like colorful tides rising and falling on the clouds, and small ashes like confetti scattered. Such things that are too pure and beautiful are often too short-lived.
In the knee-deep grass, Xie Fanjing struggled to carry her big bow. The blood in her palms splashed drop by drop, and soon seeped into the earth, sucked by the earth's insatiable food.
In her trembling pupils, a small river was clearly reflected.
The fireworks of the small town on the other side of the river rose high into the sky. The light was like a huge sun disk rising from the horizon, shining into the dark river water, even the blue stones at the bottom of the river were illuminated...
On the river bank, two people were staggering back, and one of them let out a helpless laugh.
"Any last words?"
Bai Shu covered his broken left arm with his eyes and spoke hoarsely to Zhao Fuli, who was lying on the ground.
This fight that was supposed to shatter the sky and pluck out the stars, under the control of the two men, only caused a slight ripple on the river surface.
Bai Zhu gasped for air. He felt like a rag bag. All the energy in his body came out from the gaps. The blood seeped into the earth drop by drop and flowed into the river, making the river boil. He let out an ear-piercing scream.
.
The pure light was scattered around the body, and a hideous blood hole appeared on Bai Shu's chest.
Only a tiny difference——
The moment after Bai Shu killed Zhao Fuli's soul, Zhao Fuli put his palms together and tore apart Bai Shu's body, missing his heart by just a hair.
Chaotic and helpless laughter came from the opposite side, Zhao Fuli vomited blood, and his eyes dimmed little by little.
He tilted his head nostalgically. On the other side of the river, fireworks were still rising and falling vigorously in the clouds, filling the night sky with a layer of colorful light.
One lamp spreads across all the lamps, and eventually all the lamps are illuminated...
The teacher's teachings were still in his ears, but Zhao Fuli felt that everything was slowly moving away from him, all the sounds, all the colors. The chill that should have arisen in his heart slowly became muddy.
"Give me a pleasure."
Zhao Fuli sighed, with a look of helplessness but relief on his face. He clasped his hands to Bai Shu: "Please let me die with dignity..."
Bai Shu nodded, took a step forward, and waved his palm down.
"good."
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Dreams are formed by exaggerating the subtle stimulation during sleep. In the dream, it feels like walking on fire, and the body is abnormally hot, but in reality it is just being baked by some hot things.
All these elements that appear in people's dreams are based on memory, such as vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch, feeling...
Compression, displacement, secondary modification...the appearance is distorted and compressed, becoming another simple and incomplete form. The unstructured material is used for systematic presentation and appears in a transformed form.
During this long process from chaos to clarity, Baizhu felt like he had been in a long dream.
Ever since he started practicing Buddhism and after the fetal breath was completed, he had never had a dream again.
He replaced sleep with meditation. After opening Niwan Palace, the existence of Yuanshen made him stay away from sleep.
The content of the dream could no longer be remembered clearly. It was like a vague cloud, just flashing through his mind. Bai Zhu's bones all over his body felt like breaking pain. He opened his eyes briefly, and then closed them again after catching a glimpse of the dazzling sunlight.
He stared blankly, not even bothering to lift his fingers.
His memory still lingered on when he killed Zhao Fuli. He remembered the sound of the head falling to the ground and the blood dripping from the neck, but everything after that seemed to be blank, leaving no trace.
Three breaths…
After three breaths of silence, Baizhu suddenly exerted his strength and turned over violently.
There was an explosion like fried beans from his shoulder bones and lumbar spine. Baizhu's expression was briefly distorted for a moment, and he grimaced in pain.
Open your eyes...
Large swaths of sunlight poured in from the open wooden windows, and tiny dust particles floated silently in the golden sunlight. This seemed to be a small courtyard in the countryside. Beside the wooden door, Baizhu also saw a few items stained with fresh soil.
farm tools.
He stiffly twisted his neck and lowered his head.
The bed was padded with several layers of cotton, which seemed to make him sleep more comfortably. The bedding and pillows were clean, and they smelled like the light aroma of pear blossoms.
Bai Shu touched the gauze tied thickly on his chest and frowned slightly. At the same time, a black shadow suddenly appeared through the open wooden window. After the brief sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, the black shadow sneaked up.
The wooden table made giggles.
It was a small beast that looked like a marmot, smooth and round like a ball.
After Xuan Kong sneaked onto the wooden table, he spread his legs comfortably, picked up the cakes on the wooden table, and started chewing them.
Just when it was eating until it became one with nature and man, and completely forgot about itself, a voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Xuankong."
"?"
"Xuankong."
"..."
The sneaky little beast slowly put down the cake and turned his head suspiciously. Finally, at the last moment when their eyes met, Xuan Kong almost jumped up in shock.
"You seem surprised to see me." Baizhu touched his forehead and said weakly:
"Shouldn't you be at Xupingguan? Why are you here?"
"And...where is this?"
"The old abbot brought me here, I, I..."
Xuan Kong hesitated and explained a few words, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Fine beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The round woodchuck man stood upright. It shrank and looked at Baizhu, its eyes full of horror like a ghost.
He had a fearful look on his face, and his back also bowed slightly unnaturally in fear.
"how?"
"..."
Bai Shu turned his head blankly. He followed Xuan Kong's suspicious gesture and turned his attention to the bronze mirror on the table.
"……This is?"
Even though he was prepared, the scene in the bronze mirror still surprised him a lot.
No longer the coquettish golden eyes——
The golden Shura eyes derived from practicing the Asura King's Meditation Sutra, all faded in color at this moment.
Light.
Light.
In addition to silver light, it is still silver light.
Bai Shu saw in the bronze mirror that his pupils were no longer a coquettish golden color, but a silvery-white one, as if all the silver had melted under his eyes and eventually merged into a silver-white ocean that flooded the universe.
Through the thin mirror, the silver-white pupils were cold.
In the mirror, Baizhu saw his own expression, which was also calm and indifferent...
