Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 143 Xia Fan: Buddha bless, Buddha: Get out

"Miss Lou, we are home!"

Xia Fan sighed softly and then sat on the grassy ground, with the leafy peach trees behind him. But he was unlucky. If he had come a few months earlier, he might have been able to see the peach blossoms in full bloom. .

Seeing this, Bai Yu and Lin Su were silent. They knew that it was because of this woman that the young man in front of them could fight thousands of miles with a single sword.

Seeing him like this, Wu Wa thoughtfully took out the stock in his stomach for him. The wine he had robbed at the Four Seas Pavilion branch in the capital was now put to use.

No matter how great the impact this incident will have, he has no regrets because he knows very well what some people think.

Why is it not worth it for a prostitute? Some people may even say that he killed indiscriminately.

People always call the bravery of a teenager a rebellion, and the cowardice of an adult a consideration of the overall situation. He doesn't want to be that kind of person, so he is still young and still looks like a teenager.

Three jars of spiritual brew were poured into the throat, but the young man did not think about worries.

At this time, he murmured again: "I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it together, but it didn't work out. I'm a young man."

It is true that when he came to Bright City again more than ten years later, the same poem represented a different state of mind. When he first recited these two poems on Wangjiang Tower, he was thinking about all the things in his previous life and old friends from another life. When I sing it now, I think of the old Bright City people from back then.

"Huh~~"

Exhaling heavily, Xia Fan looked up. Between the blue sky and white clouds, the green grass and the clear river, it seemed that he hadn't felt that his world was full of color for a long time.

"Miss Lou, do you know that I'm afraid of ghosts, so why don't they appear in my dreams even once?"

"Ha, I think you have been reincarnated successfully now. In another year, you may be able to speak your language, which is great!"

It was only then that he seemed to understand that there seemed to be no eternal beauty in the world, but that it was more fresh when he was young.

The more wine you drink, the more you smile, just like when you were young.

Mountains versus water, sea versus river, snow bamboo versus tobacco, new love versus old hatred, drinking versus singing.

The harp is played again, the sword is sharpened again, the willows are charming against the withered lotus, the lotus plate is washed by the clouds, and the willow threads are rubbed by the wind.

When drinking, you don't know how to hold off your wine hat. When watching chess, you don't know how to be a woodcutter.

After drinking this wine until the sun was setting and the bright moon was in the sky, Xia Fan stood up with somewhat blurred eyes, looking at the bright moon in the sky and the lonely grave in front of him. Only then did he understand why he wanted to come to Bright City as soon as he got off the mountain. The reason was that back then That letter, because this is home.

"The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon was never the same as the two villages."

Seeing him murmuring softly, Lin Su couldn't help but stepped forward and asked softly: "Are you feeling better?"

She didn't know how to comfort her because, like Concubine Liu Shi, she had grown up in the Demon Sect and could not fully understand the grief of a close relative's sudden death. In addition, she was a practitioner and was used to life and death. He didn't seem to have much respect for death, so I could only ask him if he was feeling better.

Xia Fan nodded, then looked at the peach tree on the side, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and chuckled: "Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I will think of her. This is good!"

"I will never wear white clothes again. I think black is good and fits the style of our Demon Sect!"

Looking at the chuckle on his face, Lin Su opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Indeed, his last white robe was ruined, and he no longer thought the white robe looked good-looking. Instead, his current ordinary black robe was more comfortable and free-spirited.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Fan raised her hand and pulled off the grass hair tie tied behind her head. Her long hair spread out in the cool evening breeze.

“It’s too hard to have my hair tied up, so I won’t tie it up anymore!”

After saying that, the green grass slipped from the palm and fell in front of the grave.

Yes, this year, he felt that he had accomplished something in his studies, and wanted to return to his hometown in fine clothes to visit his old friends, but he found that things had changed and his old friends were no longer there. At this point, he had just finished his hair.

It is said that the age when the hair is tied is the age when people grow up. Women can get married, men can start a family and start a career, and go into battle to kill the enemy.

As he grew up, he would have more troubles. If that were the case, he would rather never grow up.

Now he no longer had the original anger and grievance, and began to accept it slowly and calmly. He still remembers that day when he told Yu Ting about his grievance, and Yu cried for him for a long time.

Put your hand on the peach tree and run the longevity skill. The spiritual energy in your body, which is not much but full of vitality, is injected into it. In an instant, the peach tree seems to be accelerated, and the leaves on the tree fall off. It fell, and then quickly sprouted new buds, which were ready to bloom. Soon, the peach tree seemed to have accelerated through a reincarnation, and the pink peach blossoms bloomed twice a year.

At this moment, the bright moon, flowing water, peach blossoms, young people, and the lonely grave formed a beautiful picture.

Then, I saw Xia Fan turning his hand and inserting a dagger in front of the grave, breaking the sword to return the favor.

"In this life, I have no thoughts, and I feel guilty!"

"Miss Lou, I'm home!"

After saying that, Xia Fan turned around and said goodbye. When we met again, it was another person.

Yellow flowers are yellow, white clouds are white, green mountains are green, and young people are young.

If I were the Azure Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with lots of peach blossoms.

Turn around and it's the next life.

Jin Ge exchanges hometown, Dongli beacon fire festival, peaceful Chang'an opera, Farewell my concubine, as you please.

——

The young man turned around, his long hair flowing in the wind, and walked slowly towards the place of lights in the distance.

In a simple house in the southern suburbs of Bright City, Cai Xia and Daniu couple looked at their child who had fallen asleep and looked at each other speechlessly.

"Madam, do you miss Mr. Xiao again?" Daniel asked, staring at his mother-in-law.

Cai Xia nodded: "I don't know how the little gentleman is doing. He said he would come back in a month. It's already passed now. I don't know about him."

After saying this, Cai Xia paused and did not dare to think any further.

Before leaving, Xia Fan said that she was going to seek justice for her young lady, and she even took away her tombstone for this purpose.

Although she knew that Mr. Xiao was a so-called immortal, she was still worried.

Not only that, some time ago, when she learned that a murder occurred in Bright City, the magistrate's family and the governor's family were massacred. Although Xia Fan did not admit that she was responsible, Cai Xia had some guesses.

After all, she was the girl who used to follow Lou Qingxue. She always saw more people and things than her own men, and she was smarter.

She didn't think anything was wrong when Xia Fan was there at that time. Since Xia Fan left, she was also afraid, afraid that someone would find out about their family and take revenge.

She has never dared to say these things to her man. After all, Daniel is a simple and honest man, but at the same time, he can't hide things in his heart.

"Madam, don't worry. The young gentleman looks like a very capable person. What can happen? He might be back in two days!"

Cai Xia nodded, and then the two of them were about to blow out the lights and have a rest. At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Cai Xia, I'm back!"

Hearing this, Cai Xia's eyes suddenly opened wide as she was about to go to bed. She quickly put on her clothes and got up, feeling very surprised.

"It's the little gentleman who's back, it's the little gentleman!"

As she said that, she ignored her man and ran straight out of the house. The courtyard door was opened by her with a "squeak" sound. Sure enough, there was a handsome young man standing outside the door, just like some time ago. Dressed in a black robe, with long hair draped elegantly behind his head, and a faint smile on his face, he was her little husband.

"Cai Xia, I'm hungry, do you have some noodles?"

Hearing this, the woman's eyes suddenly turned red, tears fell to the ground one after another, and she nodded desperately: "Yes, Cai Xia, let's do it now!"

"good!"

With that said, he welcomed the three people in.

Bai Yu and his family are very familiar with each other. As for Lin Su, even though they don't know each other, in Cai Xia's mind, for a person as outstanding as Mr. Xiao, who is also a fairy, it is very reasonable to marry more wives, and she doesn't take it seriously at all.

Soon, a bowl of Yangchun noodles was served. The clear soup with a few slices of mutton floated on it. It was quite a good meal for ordinary people.

Especially the white noodles, which can only be eaten by rich people. Fortunately, Lou Qingxue left a lot of savings back then, and Xia Fan gave some more, so this small family lived quite well.

And Cai Xia also knows that wealth should not be revealed. She usually lives the same life as her neighbors, except that there is no shortage of food at home.

But when the young gentleman comes, he naturally has to entertain him well, but Xia Fan just wants to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

"Little sir, please take this time"

Seeing that he was finally full after eating three bowls in a row, Cai Xia asked softly. She wanted to know whether the young lady's justice had been restored.

"Everyone has paid the price, Cai Xia, don't worry, I have sent back Miss Lou's monument, don't worry!"

Hearing this, Cai Xia burst into tears again, she is just an ordinary farmer's woman, and the man in the family is just a dutiful and honest person, with their family, I am afraid that they can't even pass the county magistrate's test, so what is Lou Qingxue seeks justice?

Fortunately, the young gentleman at home has become promising, otherwise, the young lady in her family might really die in an unknown way.

Then he quickly took out the incense candle, placed a stick of incense in front of Lou Qingxue's memorial tablet, and told her the good news.

"Little sir, do you think the lady can really live another life?"

Xia Fan nodded: "It must be possible!"

"Then I will go to the temple in Dongcheng tomorrow to burn incense, ask for the blessings of Bodhisattvas, and pray for the young lady!"

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."

"okay!"

Afterwards, Cai Xia packed up a wing room for the three of them to live in. Xia Fan drank a lot of Four Seas Pavilion's spiritual wine, fell asleep on the collapsed floor, and left only two daughters, Bai Yu and Lin Su. .

"Does this little girl think of me as his wife? How could she let us sleep together without asking?" Lin Su asked in confusion.

White jade: →_→

"Okay, don't think that I don't know that you are also greedy for my son's body. Good luck!"

"Why didn't you say there was a difference between men and women when you peeked at someone taking a shower?"

Hearing this, Lin Su raised his hand and screamed, telling the truth.

But when I think about it, it’s quite exciting. Concubine Liu Shi has never been in the same room with her husband like this!

Immediately, there were two strange laughs of 'Jie Jie Jie', and they collapsed together. Seeing this, Bai Yu found that he had no place for himself, so he couldn't help sighing, and re-formed into his body on the table to spend the night.

The next day, Xia Fan slept until the sun was up, full of energy, and his face no longer had the frowning look of worry that he used to have, as if he had returned to the previous heartless state.

Seeing this, the two women couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Little sir, wipe your face!"

Xia Fan took the towel, wiped it casually and asked, "Where's Daniel?"

"He came back from cutting a load of firewood in the morning. I asked him to take his son to the city to buy some wine and meat and come back to improve things. Little sir, let's go to the temple in the east of the city!"

Xia Fan nodded and did not let the two women follow him, letting them go for a walk in the city by themselves.

Soon, the two of them arrived at a temple in the eastern suburbs of the city. The roads here seemed to have been repaired.

The temple is not big, with only a few pilgrims and not many monks inside. An old abbot received the two of them.

After asking about their purpose, Cai Xia led them to the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple. Cai Xia knelt down to salute and sincerely put the incense on her head.

He knew it was useless, but he came anyway, and he didn't remind Cai Xia. After all, people have to miss something while they are alive, right?

No matter in his previous life or this life, he did not believe in the so-called gods and bodhisattvas, but at this time he really wanted to believe that there were omnipotent gods in this world.

He took a stick of incense, lit it, looked at the statue of the Third Buddha in front of him, and prayed sincerely.

Burn the incense to give off green smoke and insert it into the incense burner.

The green smoke brought him a wisp of luck and was about to rise, but the statue of the third generation of Buddha in the Buddhist country in the far west was shining with golden light. Seeing this, many monks below quickly kowtowed, saying that the Buddha appeared.

Only some people with extremely high cultivation level secretly frowned.

In the ominous land, deep in the sea of ​​blood, a golden lotus is shining brightly. A monk in white clothes seems to have sensed something inside the golden lotus. He opened his Dharma Eye, and the golden light flourished, as if he could see the past and the present.

A piece of luck floated toward him, but he suddenly realized that this piece of luck had a huge cause and effect. He closed his eyes and knocked this luck back.

Soon, the incense on Xia Fan's side was extinguished, and the green smoke was scattered in the air. Seeing this, he couldn't help but look up, only to feel that there was a flash of light in the eyes of the Buddha statue, as if it was looking at him.

He did not believe in evil, so he lit the incense candle again, but it would be extinguished within three breaths. The old monk on the side couldn't help but step forward when he saw this.

"Amitabha, the donor has no connection with my Buddha, don't try again!"

Hearing this, Xia Fan looked up at the Buddha statue in front of her and couldn't help but chuckled:

"Master, what you said is wrong. Several monks said that I have a predestined relationship with the Buddhist Gate. It's because I feel that my six roots are impure, so I don't want to enter the Buddhist Gate. What's the explanation?"

He could feel that this old monk was just an ordinary person, and he had no cultivation at all. He was not an expert.

But he knew that it was unusual for his joss stick to keep going out, so he couldn't help but arouse his interest. You know, the dragon girl once told him that you can't worship without authorization when you enter the temple, and he will break your luck. The situation seems to be that the other party is unwilling to deal with me, which is interesting.

"I think it's because Lao Na's temple is too small and the donor is too ambitious!"

Although the old monk had no cultivation base at all, there was a light of spiritual wisdom in his eyes. It was obvious that he was a person with advanced Buddhist teachings.

Buddhism does not mean cultivation. Just like Confucian knowledge, even ordinary people can reach very high levels.

"Buddhas and Bodhisattvas understand all sufferings in the world. I am also a human being in the world. I also have sufferings that need Buddha to help me. Why doesn't it happen to me that Buddha can help me?"

He didn't know much about the Buddhist Gate, but at this time he found that the Buddhist Gate didn't seem to be simple. He has luck. Logically speaking, his incense should be the favorite of these so-called Buddhas. Why not let them enter the incense?

The old monk was silent for a while and gave a seemingly standard answer.

"The donor worships the Buddha because he believes in the Buddha, and the Buddha does not help you because the Buddha believes in you!"

Xia Fan: (╬▔dish▔)╯

what is this? He came to worship the Buddha because he had no other choice. Now you tell me that the Buddha believes that I can do it myself? Are you playing with me?

If you weren't an ordinary person, I would give you a stick, Lao Xia.

It would be fine for ordinary people to pray to Buddha, but he is different, his luck is shocking, the cause and effect are quite large, and what he asks is related to reincarnation, even a true Buddha can't guarantee that he can do it.

For this kind of people with big luck, the Buddhist school always pays less attention to cause and effect, and just speak up when they can't do it, so as not to have to pay liquidated damages if they fail to do something after collecting a deposit.

After a long time, Xia Fan suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice:

"The Buddha is also afraid that the cowhide will blow up?"

(end of this chapter)