Chapter 372 Smile before we meet, Xu Pingsheng has already met at the first meeting (2)
The sun shines all over.
With a soft creaking sound, the small wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and noisy sounds could be heard scattered from inside the house.
"The old abbot took me away from Xu Pingguan, slipped... slipped... and took me to Beiwei with just one sleeve, how fast!"
After Bai Shu converged the silver light in his pupils, the inexplicable sense of oppression disappeared. Xuan Kong, who was almost frightened, was stunned for a while and finally recovered.
The little beast that looked like a groundhog squatted on Baizhu's shoulders and danced:
"Then when we arrived at Guangxia Palace, the old abbot threw me out of his sleeves! Master, to be honest, I am so powerful now! I..."
"Tell the important point."
Baizhu, who was wearing a coat, coughed twice. The bright sunlight outside the wooden door stung him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This is the most ordinary small farmhouse courtyard. The land to the west has been reclaimed and used as a vegetable garden, where vegetables and fruits such as green peppers and beans are planted. To the east, there are several side houses and a well.
A group of chickens chirped and walked past Baizhu's feet. The old yellow dog that kept the house was tied to the fence. It looked at Baizhu lazily and didn't bark. It just lay down quietly.
The sound of vehicles, cattle and horses could be heard in the distance. Bai Shu took a handful of water from the well and poured it on his face, his eyes showing a moment of trance.
A moment.
Everything is silent——
Xuan Kong, who was squatting on his shoulders just now and chattering incessantly, was suddenly stunned. He almost jumped up with trembling when he saw a trace of silver light inadvertently leaking out of Baizhu's eyes.
That color…
Oppressed and suffocated, it's like a heavy ocean rolling down from the sky, or like deep chaos rolling in front of you.
The unspeakable majesty hit it, Xuan Kong shrank and grabbed Baizhu's collar, screamed in fear, and his whole body was trembling.
It just felt like it had accidentally met the eyes of some ancient god. The trembling moment caused Xuan Kong's thoughts to freeze for a short time, and his heart palpitated to death.
Noticing the sudden strangeness of the little beast on his shoulder, Bai Shu closed his eyes again.
After a while, it opened again.
The silver light completely faded away, Bai Shu raised his head, and the sunlight cast a bright halo in his eyes.
"Master."
After a long time, Xuankong stopped trembling unconsciously and carefully straightened his tongue: "You..."
"As soon as I woke up, my mother-in-law concept of thought was inexplicably abolished."
Bai Zhu lowered his head and slowly wiped away the water stains on his face: "I think this may be what I really look like."
real.
What it really looks like?
Under the sun, Baizhu raised his face slightly and suddenly laughed.
His heart was inexplicably restless, like anticipation and a bitter taste, spreading throughout his body as his blood flowed.
Xuankong looked at Baizhu who suddenly laughed in astonishment, leaving Monk Zhang Er quite confused.
Ignoring the silence of the little beast on his shoulder, Bai Shu opened the outer door, walked out of the farmyard, and came to the door.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a green field, and the fields spread out before our eyes. A few farmers who had returned from working in the fields were carrying baskets. They looked at Baizhu standing outside the wooden door with doubts on their faces, with suspicious expressions on their faces.
"Is this still Nanzheng?" Bai Shu was silent for a moment and then spoke softly.
The green seedlings stretch far away in front of you, extending infinitely towards the end of the sunset. Atractylodes atractylodes walks on the field road, coming and going, and grasshoppers are jumping along the way.
He suddenly felt that all this was a bit unreal, like a tired traveler in the yellow desert who finally saw an oasis, but subconsciously, he also wondered in his heart whether this was a mirage-like illusion.
"How many days has passed since Zhao Fuli was killed?" Before Xuankong could answer the previous question, Baizhu spoke again: "Ten years, or three months?"
"Seven days."
Peering carefully, he saw that Bai Shu's pupils had regained their clarity of black and white, and Xuan Kong secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, you woke up so quickly. You've already woken up before the monks from the Vajra Temple came."
seven days.
Was it only seven days?
"How could you live..."
After crossing several field paths, Baizhu suddenly stopped by a small river, and the words he had yet to speak stopped abruptly.
As if struck by lightning, his pupils dilated and his body trembled.
A group of women were washing their clothes by the stream. They crushed up the fragrant comfrey, mixed it with their old clothes, washed them together, and then spread them flat on the big bluestone by the stream.
Amidst the laughter of the women, there is another figure who is also working hard. Her sleeves are rolled up high, and she is scrubbing the old clothes that Baizhu changed into. A few strands of hair around her ears are fluttering in the wind.
, with the distant fragrance of wood pears... The fat cat lay lazily at her feet, grinding its claws out of boredom and swaying its tail.
Xuankong's voice came from his ears: "After the bald man died, you fainted into the river. Fatty Heavenly Lord and the hostess rescued you. It took a lot of effort, and then we moved into Grandma Zhang's house.
Grandma is very nice, I..."
Xuan Kong's voice continued to ramble, but Baizhu seemed to be unable to hear anything clearly. In the distant aroma of wood pears, his memory was extending or elongating infinitely along the aroma, including fireworks, Buddhist temples, and the sound of flutes,
Pond... monks and wind chimes, red tents and crows, in the brief absence of concentration, only the scent of arborvitae persisted.
It's like a taste engraved in one's bones. It's so quiet that it only makes people feel lonely...
Done.
It's done.
He wanted to cry inexplicably, but he laughed silently.
A voice in his heart told him.
I have already completed it...
"Fat Tianzun?" Bai Zhu laughed slowly.
"That fat cat, the very fat cat!" Xuan Kong exaggeratedly drew a circle and exclaimed: "It's actually fatter than me!"
"hostess?"
"Uh..." Xuankong stopped talking nervously and rubbed his head uneasily: "Master, did I say something wrong?"
It felt like the man's whole body was trembling and his heart was beating wildly, like a hundred wild horses galloping in his body. Instinctively, Xuankong suspected that he had said the wrong thing.
"No."
Bai Zhu suddenly closed his eyes, and the raging silver light in his pupils was almost uncontrollable, and burst out from his eyelids:
"You are just right for once..."
at the same time.
Endlessly far away, in a realm that cannot be observed, a pair of huge silver-white pupils slowly opened their eyes.
It quietly overlooks the dust-like universe, and its gaze is fixed on the world that is extremely subtle.
