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Nagamo's voice was ugly like gravel mixed with blood, but she had no scruples at all.

She heard herself ask: "You mean the teacher...does Yu Ge choose his disciples based on his bodhisattva-like face?"

Chen Fan stood quietly against the light.

The enchanted Nagamo knelt in front of her, his solitary spine straightened, and his body was filled with an unusually ominous look. It was hard to tell whether it was violent or sinister. This feeling coupled with the bloody and tearful appearance of the little junior sister, It should have been very intrusive, but she just felt pitiful.

She looked at the resentment and distress in Nagamo's eyes, as if seeing herself kneeling in front of Yu Ge many years ago.

"...No, the appearance may be similar, but this is just the most trivial coincidence in the combination of cause and effect." She said, "I guess, the master should use her own instinct to choose disciples, and what she wants to find...is a People who can't hear the sound of their heart."

Before thousands of years had passed, she was once a Jiusuihe raised in the palace.

She was born on the cliff behind the Shennong Temple, and the reason why she was raised into the palace by the pharmacist was only asking for the amazing effect of her medicine that can make people old and immortal.

The night before she was taken to make alchemy, Yu Ge entered the palace and took her away.

Her roots were wrapped in the moist and fertile soil, while the branches and leaves brushed over Di Ting's thin, almost steep shoulders with the night wind, rubbing the green smell of plants and trees on her body to the other's scattered long hair without a trace. 7K

Di Ting raised her in front of the window, sheltered her from the wind and rain, nourished her with nectar day and night, and even turned on the lamp to wait for her to bloom, for fear of missing her once-in-a-thousand-year flowering period.

The world of vegetation is always simple and immature.

Chen Fan has never been involved in the world, and she can't distinguish human feelings. She just has an ignorant heart for Yu Ge.

She shook the falling flowers to Yu Ge's knees, thinking silently in her heart that if one day she really cultivated a human form, she would serve her all the time like Yu Ge treated her today.

But in the dark, everything has its own destiny.

Nagamo had a fond memory for her master, so her opportunity happened improperly on the night when she broke the precept with Yu Ge.

And she just wants to cultivate as soon as possible, and use the human form as Yu Ge's reward. Therefore, Yu Ge can hear her heartbeat at the moment when she finally becomes an adult.

In the posture of a woman, she knelt naked in front of Di Ting, her stiff tongue rose and fell several times in her mouth, but she was unable to spit out consecutive words.

She had no choice but to reach out and gently pinch Yu Ge's cold ankle with sharp joints.

I'm going to be great.she thinks.I will serve and protect this man as a servant, as a disciple, and even as a family member.

after all……

Yu Ge has always been so gentle and attentive to her.

A clear voice interrupted Jiu Suihe's thoughts.

Di Ting held her chin with one hand, and smiled, "Ah Fan, what are you talking about, when will I use you to serve..."

She stared at Chen Fan's half-moving lips and tongue, and her face froze for a moment, almost as if someone suddenly choked her breath.

Jiusuihe peeled off the stamens and offered her hot heart to her master, but only got a weak sigh from the other party.

"...So," Yu Ge said, "you're not her."

The sigh was so hopeless, so bewildered, that it sounded a bit like...a faint whimper.

……

Chen Fan opened his eyes, and focused his gaze on the slowly floating dust in the main hall. The dust floated over the huge golden body of the Bodhisattva, showing an unusually bright color against the mountain fire outside the window.

Di Ting is an ancient beast, a transformation of heaven and earth, and naturally lives the same life as the sun and the moon. However, vegetation always has its ups and downs.

She may have also been confused and painful by Yu Ge's sudden change, but in the end, she successfully became Yu Ge's disciple, took care of the master's daily life as she wished, and practiced hard for many years under the other party's instruction, and has been from the way of heaven. Thousands of years of life were stolen there in vain.

Why does she feel dissatisfied... even a little bit reluctant?

Before that eternal silence comes, what else does she have to hold on to?

Jiu Suihe couldn't figure it out, and couldn't understand it.

She patted Nagama's seemingly invincible shoulders, and rubbed her lotus on the futon in front of the golden statue.

She may have sympathy for the younger junior sister, but the fate between them is too shallow. Regarding the experience of the master and the cause and effect of the way of heaven, it is enough to go to the end, but there is no need to talk about it in depth.

She has almost only dealt with Yu Ge in her life, and her understanding of the so-called human relationship, even after so many years, is still very limited.

Jiu Sui He passed away in front of the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the long dark night was so quiet and peaceful, it seemed no different from an ordinary meditation practice.

All the scenes in her long life turned into pieces of auspicious light, and those light spots floating chaotically like fireflies, floated to the sky like a baby bird returning to the forest, and finally all melted into the inextinguishable fire light mixed with the magic breath on the top of Guiyun mountain.

The only halo left for her to miss was when she... was not yet in human form.

It was a rainy night when she couldn't remember clearly. Di Ting, who had just finished bathing, leaned slightly, and sniffed her rare flowers, which were just plants, and looked at the couple in the moonlight. As the red lips approached inch by inch, I suddenly felt a kind of tension that I had never felt before.

She quietly hooked the hem of the owner's clothes with her still fresh flower stems.

……

Nagamo waited in the main hall for 49 days before her wandering master finally returned to the mountain.

She had waited like this for hundreds of years. At that time, the years were almost static for her. Although she couldn't talk about concentrating on it every day, there was absolutely no wanton indulgence and restlessness.

Yet in those 49 days...

It was as if she had been torn apart by a demon in her heart, and a pair of phosphorescent bones were torn out.That empty skeleton clamored for murderous hatred, but the piled up viscera and flesh...just wanted to be as humble and cowardly as they were when they were young, kneeling at the master's feet and begging for mercy.

Nagamo turned his eyes slightly sideways, glanced at the body of the senior sister sitting with his head hanging down from the corner of his eye, and silently clenched his teeth.

No one can know the mind of Truth Listening.

But she would rather Yu Ge be a vicious, unscrupulous villain, an incomprehensible beast, than...believe what Chen Fan said.

Her master once had such a deep and long relationship with a person, once dedicated his heart and soul wholeheartedly, and perhaps also willingly suffered pain and suffering, and experienced the ups and downs of the world.

...Unfortunately, that person is not her.

What Yu Ge holds in his heart is the Bodhisattva who educates all living beings, not an alien race beyond recognition.

Then why did Yu Ge want to find someone in the human world?

Is it because of being betrayed, or... has been completely abandoned?

This loyal listener, who is famous in the Six Realms...has lost the favor of his master?

Nagamo looked at the master who walked into the mountain gate, raised his eyebrows and smiled maliciously, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, but it made the gorgeous totem covering half of her face twisted weirdly, so that there was something in her expression. An unconcealable viciousness and hostility.

The pair of master and apprentice finally stood facing each other after hundreds of years, separated by the bloody truth and hundreds of innocent souls, reflected in the ruined wall on the top of Guiyun Mountain, almost showing a kind of abyss Ting Yuezhi's tense atmosphere.

Yu Ge came riding on flying ash and blood stains, her winding and beautiful long hair fell quietly to the ground, she could barely stop in front of the main hall door, neither speaking nor moving, under that restrained and gentle appearance, Naga Mo could almost clearly see the other party's uncontrollable trembling.

Is she in pain?

Are you saddened by the death of your apprentice, or... regretted by the loss of a replacement?

"...Nagama."

She heard Yu Ge take a deep breath, her tone seemed like she hadn't spoken in decades, every word seemed so jerky and difficult.

"No...not what you think."

In the next second, she stepped into the palace door under the vicious eyes of the little apprentice. Standing on her chest with her left hand, she lightly twirled the fingertips of her right hand, and quickly formed a set of seals.

In an instant, Jiusuihe's dead corpse was in flames in front of the golden body, and then with the spine as the axis, it burst out with gorgeous and complicated brilliance!

Accompanied by several tremors of the ground, Nagamo narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a slender weapon slowly emerge from the countless dispersed powder, and flew towards Yu Yu with unburned sparks of fire. Song spread out in the palm of the air.

It was a tin stick held by a monk, nearly six feet in length, with two strands and six rings, decorated with five round pagodas, and several lines of inscriptions on the stick.

"The bright pearl illuminates the road to heaven, and Jinxi shakes the gate of hell."

What was held in the arms of Di Ting... was the golden stick held by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

Nagamo stood up in shock and stared at Yu Ge, as if he was about to overcome hundreds of years of self-doubt and suffering, and looked deeply into the other's mind.

If Jiusuihe, who has been raised by Yu Ge for nearly a thousand years, is just a magic weapon of the Bodhisattva... then what is she?

She couldn't tell whether the resentment was towards Yu Ge or herself, but the explosive pain had already made her throat tightly curled into a ball, so that there was a blood-soaked gasp in her vocal cords.

In a trance, she couldn't remember the hundreds of years of waiting, the despair that was thrown away after a happy night, and the back of the master who saw her but hurriedly avoided...

She could only watch helplessly as Yu Ge raised his hand, just like when she was a child, brushing her sweaty forehead hair with those cold fingertips.

And behind Di Ting... thousands of wronged souls entangled and coiled, engulfed in the swirling air current and flying debris, outlined a gray-white monster with angry eyes and roaring in mid-air.

That is... the wrathful aspect that belongs exclusively to the ancient auspicious beast.

In front of her, the master... sacrificed a benevolent beast that hadn't appeared in a thousand years.

"If you teach but don't obey...you will be punished."

In the sound of hunting air, Nagamo felt no fear at all, because she saw Yu Ge's tears.

The tears were almost like water, gurgling out of Di Ting's blushing eyes, quickly gathering on her thin chin, and dripping silently into the dust.

Even though there was no sign of weakness or remorse on her face, and even though she was unwilling to explain anything to her apprentice at this juncture, Di Ting was actually crying at the moment when she showed her fierce face.

Nagamo suddenly didn't care much about the truth hidden in the past.

Yu Ge is willing to kneel and bow down for the Bodhisattva, Yu Ge treats all the disciples he brought up as substitutes, Yu Ge even wants to kill her with his own hands because he has fallen into a demon...

Even if this is true... so what?

She was born as a monster, and she had an insane desire for the master who had been with her for a hundred years. In the end, she was unable to resist her nature and fell into a demon.

Could this all be attributed to Yu Ge?

Besides... Master is crying.

The bullying and torture she had encountered in her childhood, the countless days and nights she had been unable to ask for in her youth, the reconciliation of gains and losses in her adulthood full of unwillingness and anger, and... the cruelty she had learned not long ago that made her dare not think about it fact.

The countless painful blows in her life failed to flatten her spine, but at this moment, Yu Ge's tears seemed to flow straight into her bone marrow, making her whole body sore and limp, and even her nasal cavity was tingling. Astringent and scorching bitterness emerges.

Nagamo stretched out his hand, just like that night many years ago, lightly brushing the master's flowing hair.

She said: "...Come on, kill me."

Master, stop crying.

If what I'm doing makes you miserable... kill me.

Anyway... even if I live, I will never be able to get into your eyes.

However, Tingting just shook her head violently, she wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and closed her eyes tightly.

"No, I have never taught you, so naturally I can't kill you."

She looked down at her little apprentice, with gentle compassion in her expression, but her eyes gradually cooled down, as if relying on those tears, she regained her invulnerable and hard heart.

She untied the string of rosary beads coiled in her palm all the year round.

"... Nagamo, let's go."

A finger tremblingly touched Nagamo's forehead with the meaningful and mellow sandalwood aroma.

... Is Master willing to take the initiative to touch her?

But in an instant, she was completely unable to think. The coercion of the pouring sky swept through the icy edges, rain and snow, and cut off every nerve in her in an instant. She couldn't even feel the pain at all, and could only hear the roar in her head. One piece, chaotic light spots appeared immediately, and some kind of icy liquid flowed down the whole body like a snake letter.

She thought it was blood, but in fact it was just cold sweat from her excruciating pain.

In the piercing darkness, Nagamo once thought he was dead.

But even if her hundred-year cultivation was abolished, she still lived well.

It's just that she can't find Yu Ge anymore, and even...even Guiyun Mountain, which she has been holding on to for many years, has completely become a dream with the disappearance of Di Ting.

……

444 reacted in a daze for a while, but still couldn't bear it and lay on the host's shoulder.

"No... Is it because the script is messed up or you made the mission too weird? How many substitutes did you find? Is your target of the strategy this little apprentice or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

It couldn't figure out a clear and well-organized question, so it had to try to pass the level cutely, "Ouch... I have a headache."

Yu Ge looked at it without a word, took a deep breath, and threw the dictionary-thick script aside with a "snap".

"4... This probation mission is actually an integrated version of the two scripts, but as far as the world view is concerned, this is already the third time I have entered this small world."

The system was dumbfounded, "The third time...why did I send you in twice before? Could it be the same character?"

"I'm the same character, but the target of the strategy is not... and I can't say no, hey, have you heard of past and present lives?"

The young host quickly exchanged a whole box of Coke, trying to appease his impending collapse.

"To put it simply, the first time I came, I first had a relationship with the Bodhisattva; the second time I came, I also had a relationship with the little apprentice. The two love affairs were deadly, and I had to go through the plot in order to get a partner. , and finally got it to the end..."

She reached out and pointed to the red progress bar at the top of the taskbar.

Probation progress Nagamo Ksitigarbha: 0

444: ...

444 asked sincerely: "Brother, do you want to add ice to the Coke?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021051222:56:252021051321:19:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Lal, 10 bottles of deep sinking Qiwu; 5 bottles of Mo Jieyou; 3 bottles of Xianyun Wild Crane;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!