After the two of them finished all this, they left where they were and continued to explore the way forward.
Little did they know that after the two of them had left for a long time, another person came back from the world.
He was wearing a starched white monk's robe and a monk's hat on his head. He looked like an ordinary monk.
In his hand he held a bowl for personalized fasting meals, which didn't look like anything special.
The monk held a Zen staff in his hand. The Zen staff also looked very simple, as if he was a man who had just been dug out of the dust.
The monk walked around and walked to the tomb of Chun Jiang set up by Shi Yingxue and Yu Louchun, and sighed for some reason.
He muttered something unknown, then threw the bowl in his hand into the air and turned the bowl over.
The bowl did not fall from the sky. It seemed to be blessed by power. The monk clasped his hands on his chest and bowed to the bowl. Then he took out something that looked like a fragment of clothing and gently placed it on the bowl.
The mouth of the bowl shook.
The bowl flew out immediately, hovered above his head three times, and landed accurately under a tree.
It was an old tree that looked deep-rooted, with mottled branches and leaves, and was no different from other trees around it.
"I asked you to come out and experience it, and you ended up like this."
The monk held a Buddhist bead with one hand in front of him, murmured a few mantras, and then suddenly struck the Zen staff in his hand on the ground. In an instant, golden light splashed on the ground, covering all the fallen leaves on the ground and the dry and cracked soil below.
Cut it open.
The dried corpse of a woman was revealed under the soil.
If Shi Yingxue were still here, I'm afraid she would have recognized that this was Chunjiang.
The monk's hand gently touched her eyebrows, and spiritual energy slowly surged out of his hands, finally turning into a flower.
The monk gently placed the flower on the woman's chest, and then all the colors slowly spread out from the petals, branches and leaves of the flower.
The woman's skinny body gradually gained spiritual flesh, as if breathed out, and slowly transformed from a withered corpse into a plump beauty.
She suddenly jumped up from where she was, opened her eyes, and complained in her throat: "I'm not dead..."
"He's not dead, he's fine."
The monk took his Zen staff back from where it was, turned around with a calm look on his face, and left directly.
"Senior brother! Why did you leave!"
"Chunjiang, has anyone told you that you are really stupid?"
Such words that are half disgusting and half teasing are not very consistent with the image of a monk, but to a certain extent, they are in harmony with the image of a monk.
Chunjiang...?
Spring river!
Chun Jiangshang's chaotic consciousness returned instantly.
She was still a little unfamiliar with her body, so she twisted her neck left and right, probably digesting the memory that suddenly appeared in her mind.
After a moment, she remembered everything, including how she left her master to travel, and how she was plotted by a locust tree spirit in the northern wilderness and lost her life, just because she accidentally got a piece of
The shining fragments retain their souls wandering around here.
In fact, everything about the young lady is not what her body has actually experienced. Instead, after the Sophora Tree Spirit killed her, her soul struggled to escape and sank into the poisonous miasma of the Sophora Tree Spirit.
He extricated himself from all kinds of nightmares.
In addition, the power in her body had not dissipated, and the poisonous miasma and the illusion were layered together. She could not distinguish between them, and she killed many people involuntarily.
If Shi Yingxue hadn't dissipated her final murderous intention, Chun Jiang's soul might not have returned to her body so easily.
Chunjiang knew that he had committed many crimes on his hands, and it was already difficult to find a way to redeem himself when he returned home.
But these are not important.
Many, many people flashed before her eyes, including the everlasting face of the golden Arhat, and sometimes the various expressions of Yingxue and Yulouchun, who seemed to be crying and laughing. Many people's faces were spinning around in her mind.
Chun Jiang's face went blank for a moment.
The monk looked at her dumbfounded look and realized that she had just returned to the soul, and she still had some symptoms of leaving the soul. He touched his hand on his pottery bowl and instantly transformed a bowl into the pottery bowl.
The water was handed to Chun Jiang.
"Drink."
Chun Jiang took it very obediently and drank the water in one gulp.
After a while, Chun Jiang came back to her senses. She rubbed her face and realized that the monk had walked far away, so she quickly chased after him.
"Senior brother, wait for me!"
Chunjiang jumped up and followed him, not looking gloomy at all.
In fact, if it weren't for Shi Yingxue, she might not have thought so clearly, but now all her memories have returned, and all the past events have been mixed together, which made her calm down a lot.
"Whatever you do will only make me angry every day. You can give me your life when you go out to practice. If it weren't for the right time, place, and people, your life would have been lost long ago."
"No, I really have something to tell you this time." Chun Jiang's eyebrows were filled with a smile, "I met two very interesting people this time."
Chunjiang jumped up and chased after him.
The Zen staff in the monk's hand was dangling, and the small rings hanging on it jingled together.
"I am your noble one." The monk listened quietly to Chun Jiang's words and said, "You will see each other again."
Chun Jiang has believed in what his senior brother said for thousands of years.
Let’s talk about Shiyingxue and Yulouchun.
After the two of them left where they were, they didn't know what happened behind them.
However, it was no coincidence that as soon as Shi Yingxue and Yu Louchun walked into the depths of the forest, thick fog filled the air from both sides, making it difficult to see what was around them.
Shi Yingxue was already on guard, fearing that the Sophora japonica tree spirit was causing trouble here, so she quickly grabbed Yu Louchun's hand next to her.
"Oh, what are you doing to catch a slave?"
The charming laughter is as clear and moving as a silver bell.
This was clearly not Yu Louchun's voice, so Shi Yingxue pushed her away.
Shi Yingxue didn't notice at all when Yu Louchun left her side. Just as she waved her hand in confusion, she felt that the soft voice she had just pushed out appeared again.
"You are so annoying to me. Why are you in such a hurry?"
The soft hands, as if they were water snakes, directly wrapped around Shi Yingxue's neck, and someone exhaled breath like orchid, fragrant and fragrant.
But how could Shi Yingxue tolerate this?
She had goosebumps all over her body. She guessed that the banyan tree spirit might be taking advantage of the moonlight to cause trouble, so she immediately boosted her body-protecting energy.