The red-haired Zie Wang regained his consciousness at the foot of a cliff, while Ma Niubi and Yu Huanshui hung far behind and observed secretly.
"Did you forget that the reason why you turned into a red-haired monster was because you smashed the vat? I remember that Li Xiaobai had been asking about the purpose of smashing the vat. I didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this."
Yu Huanshui's expression was solemn, and he couldn't understand the sudden change in Wang.
"Master is also missing. We obviously ran together, so why are we the only ones here?"
Ma Niubi was also confused.
"It doesn't matter, I will take action."
Yu Huanshui whispered: "Fan Jin passed the imperial examination, and Sima Guang smashed the vat are all familiar stories, and they are mapped into reality, but I can't tell what the story is when I forget to grow into a red-haired monster."
"In short, once you make an action that fits the story, you will become like him. We have to be careful not to be led by the characters in the story."
Just as they were talking, a beautiful shadow slipped past the two of them silently, and neither of them noticed it at all.
The woman was holding a flower basket in her hand, and as if she couldn't see them, she walked directly between the two of them and walked towards Wang.
Yu Huanshui was shocked: "This is a master!"
Ma Niubi looked at it for a long time: "Mr. Yu, do you think this woman looks familiar? She seems to be somewhat similar to Master Wang's imaginary object?"
Yu Huanshui nodded: "She looks like a fart, she is obviously an old lady, but I seem to have seen her somewhere."
The object I forgot to visualize was also a woman, presumably an important person who had appeared in my life.
He saw from Li Xiaobai's memory that he had met a demonic woman in his early years and had a close relationship with her. In order to save her, he even willingly fell to the point of being despised by Buddhism.
But the one in front of her was obviously not that. She was an old woman. Although she still maintained a good figure, the wrinkles on her skin revealed her true age. This old woman was already very old.
"This woman must have been improper when she was young."
Fish in water commented.
Ma Niubi humbly asked: "What's wrong with me?"
"Walking your buttocks while walking is immoral."
"Hush, that old woman has passed by. This should be a new story. We have to keep an eye on it and don't let you get caught up in it."
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Under the cliff.
The crazy look in the red-haired Zhu Wang's eyes faded away, and he regained his former wisdom and calmness.
He lowered his head and looked at his body, feeling neither happy nor sad.
"Amitabha, smashing the vat is indeed a key action. It seems that the young monk has been tricked."
Liao Wang muttered to himself that saving people is always the first priority. If it happened again, he would still choose to smash the vat.
However, this time he put himself in danger, and based on what he had seen and heard before, he had a rough judgment in his mind. These inexplicable creatures would make various demands, and he could not obey their words.
Once it fits the plot, you will be tricked.
"Forgot..."
Suddenly a soft call came from behind.
"Amitabha, may I ask who the donor is..."
Forgetting to clasp his hands together and recite the Buddha's name, he was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped.
"Forgot..."
The voice called again, very old and hoarse, but more familiar.
His body shook, and the sound was engraved in his bones, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life.
There was silence for a long time under the cliff.
Liewang was the first to speak: "Donor, is that you?"
The old woman replied: "It's me."
Li Wang held his breath and concentrated: "You are a fake, the real her will not come."
The old woman said: "It's false, but it's also true. It exists in your memory. Look back at me, I miss you very much."
"Will you deceive the young monk?"
"Won't."
Liao Wang's shoulders were trembling: "Is turning back an action that fits the plot?"
The old woman smiled: "Yes, but even so, you will still look back."
"Yes, the young monk will turn around."
Forgetting the trembling of his body, he knew that the person behind him was the woman he had hidden deep in his heart. She was not an illusion, not a fabrication, but a real vixen!
This demon sect saint whom he met in the Fairy Continent was the only one who would not deceive him.
Liao Wang turned around and stared at the person in front of him: "Little monk, I still want to take a look at you."
She is still dressed in the most elegant attire, wearing a black skirt, revealing clothes, exuding a charming aura, and her eyes can draw away people's souls.
The only difference is that this is an old and gaunt face.
Hu Meizi smiled happily; "I also wanted to see you, so I asked you to turn around."
I forgot: "You...haven't changed at all."
"That's nonsense. A monk like you will never grow old. I can't go to the Zhongyuan Realm and I'm already too old."
"But the way you look now, monk, is so ugly. You have hair all over your body."
Hu Meizi stepped forward and touched Wang Wang's face, her eyes full of tenderness and reluctance.
The characters in her memory also had emotions. It had been too many years since she had seen the man she missed day and night.
Wang Wang felt inexplicably anxious and randomly grabbed the red hair on his body. He wanted to face Hu Meizi as a human being.
"Stop arresting me. I know it's you. Say something and let me hear your voice."
Hu Meizi said.
I forgot about the sobs in my throat, and thousands of words came to my mind, but in the end I only said one sentence: "Has the little monk been infected?"
"If you can touch me, you've been tricked."
"If that's the case, why do you have to turn back, little monk?"
"If you don't look back, how can I see your face? And if I don't let you look back, won't you look back?"
"How long do you have?"
"I have only been alive for a few days, and I am very satisfied to be able to see him again like this."
Hu Meizi reached out and sealed Wang's lips: "Listen up, you are the unparalleled hero in my heart. How can this mere deception hinder your pace? I am just a tool to make you turn around. The real story is behind you.
In this Valley of Forgetfulness, legend has it that if you look back, you will die surrounded by red and pink skeletons."
"But you are a Buddhist monk who can ruthlessly abandon me and ascend to the upper world alone. I am not worried about you at all."
"The plot is consistent. They are about to take action. Remember not to just fight in the starry sky. When you have time, go back to the Fairy Continent and set up a monument for me."
Hu Meizi's body floated in the air, slowly flying towards the cliff as if being sucked, her body also becoming illusive little by little.
As she said, she was just a tool used to seduce someone who forgot to turn around, and the real story had just begun.
"You...reach out quickly..."
"Xiao Monk has become stronger, Xiao Monk can now bring you back..."
Forgetting to stumble, he stretched out his hand and waved it around, but in the end he couldn't catch the arm.
Hu Meizi smiled happily and was sucked into the stone wall and dissipated:
"It's a pity that what came out was a dying old lady. It would have been nice if she could have been hundreds of years younger."
"By the way...I didn't blame you..."
Forgetting that his eyes were lost, he ran to the stone wall, clenched his fists and smashed the cliff. The gravel rolled, and a tunnel was dug out while breathing, but there was no trace of the beautiful woman.
He was furious, and the so-called plot and story were forgotten. His red hair grew wildly, and he dug tirelessly under this cliff until he penetrated the mountain, and then he stopped for a while.
But at this moment, the laughter of a group of young women lingered in my ears, shouting something in an unpleasant male duck's voice. It was the sound of a fish rejoicing in the water.
Looking around, I saw Yu Huanshui and Ma Niubi shouting loudly.
"Master, run quickly, the story begins!"
"There is something wrong with this mountain. The action of looking back at the mountain is truly in line with the plot. That old lady is here to confuse you!"
"Made, you monk, you know this is a trap, why do you turn back? Sure enough, women are just a drag on your success!"
Fish Huanshui hates iron but not steel. He knew it was a trap but still stepped into it. This monk usually seemed very calm, but why was he so careless at the critical moment?
This cliff is already filled with wisps of red and pink mist. Although we don’t know what will happen next, there is no doubt that an unknown offensive has begun.
Forgetting to return to the starting point, facing this cliff, his expression gradually became invincible:
"run?"
"Didn't the two donors hear what Hu Meizi said? She knew that this method had no effect on the young monk, so she made the young monk look back."
"At this time, not only will the young monk not run away, but he will also stand here and defeat all intruders head-on!"