he is from ancient times

Ji Rongzhi looked at the clear sky in a daze, as if he was isolated in an illusory space.There is nothing here except the fragrance of birds and flowers, statues of monks and Buddhas, and Zen sayings about Bodhi.There are no believers who burn incense and worship Buddha, and there are no annoying decent families, and there are not even lay disciples who occasionally come to practice.

The monks still follow their inherent living habits, practicing martial arts, chanting scriptures, and practicing Zen. . .

As time passed, he began to wonder whether the memory of the last days was just a short and weird dream he had, just like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.Maybe there are no zombies, mutated animals and plants at all, no team with abilities to ride the wind and waves, let alone Feng Yang. . .Everything is just my own illusion.

The mutation happened on a peaceful and ordinary afternoon. Ji Rongzhi, who was upset, split the ginkgo tree in the yard with his palm. The tree shattered like a fragile mirror with a "snap".

Ji Rongzhi reached out to grab the fragments floating in the air, wondering, "What's going on here?"

"Amitabha, everything is illusion." Void suddenly appeared.

Ji Rongzhi frowned and asked, "As you said, this world is an illusory dream?"

"Yes and no," Kong Kong shook his head with a smile, and said, "This is a world derived from Huaben, and the benefactor named Feng Yang is closely related to the fate of this world."

Ji Rongzhi frowned, "Joke, so Feng Yang is just a fictional character?"

"Amitabha." Kong Kong made a bow and said.

Ji Rongzhi understood that the old bald donkey never lied, and said in a panic: "How can I believe such absurd things?"

"All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

Ji Rongzhi shook his head, and said indifferently: "Not everyone can understand the world and let go of their obsessions."

"Amitabha, idiot." Kong Kong sighed, turned and left.

After the old bald donkey left, Ji Rongzhi looked at the bright moon in the sky and meditated. In the illusory world, there is such a beautiful and clear moon.

During the silence, Ji Rongzhi inevitably began to miss Feng Yang, the precautions and temptations they had when they first met, and the trust and joy they had after they fell in love for a long time.Think of his indifference in dealing with others, as well as his unique tenderness and love for himself.

After the separation, his appearance and expression became more and more clear: he gritted his teeth when he was angry, lost his mind when he was nervous, cheered when he was happy, and despaired and helpless when he was sad. . .Such a lively expression, such a strong desire, engraved in Ji Rongzhi's mind, lingering and yearning deep into his bones.

"Even if Feng Yang is really just a character in the storybook, I have met him and touched him, to me, it is the truth."

"Alas" came a sigh from behind, and then it returned to silence.

After that, Ji Rongzhi never saw the old bald donkey again.

Chanting scriptures, practicing martial arts, and being in a daze. . .He repeated the same thing numbly, and his longing for Feng Yang deepened day by day. When he was eating, sleeping, or walking, if he didn't pay attention, his mind would fly to another time and space.He forced himself to calm down. The old bald donkey must have a purpose for calling him back. Before he figured it out, he had to stay calm.

Sunrise and sunset, in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

The old bald donkey finally appeared, his face revealed a strange paleness, as if he had been seriously injured, only his piercing eyes showed a different expression. "Amitabha, donator, do you not change your original intention?"

Ji Rongzhi nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I'm going to find him."

"Hehe, follow your heart and follow your destiny." Kong Kong smiled, "He who is kind is a teacher of bad people, and those who are not kind are the capital of good people."

Who is good and who is bad?Are these words referring to him and Feng Yang?Ji Rongzhi didn't know why, and looked at him suspiciously.

"There is no good, and there is no evil." Kong Kong stroked his beard and smiled, and asked, "Does the benefactor still remember his original intention when he first entered the foreign world?"

Ji Rongzhi nodded, thinking of the state of mind when he first met Feng Yang, he smiled and said, "Follow the fate." Du Fengyang was full of murderous intent, and Ping himself was full of hostility.

"It's good and good," Kong Kong nodded, put his hands together, and bowed slightly, "We will meet each other if we are destined, benefactor take care."

After finishing speaking, the whole illusion began to shake, and not far away, the old bald donkey also became illusory, like misty smoke, and began to spread slowly.

Ji Rongzhi's heart sank, he hurriedly stretched out his hand, and asked anxiously: "Old bald donkey, what do you mean?"

"If I go to the mountain of knives, the mountain of knives will collapse by itself. If I go to the soup of fire, the soup will dry up. If I go to hell, the hell will be destroyed by itself. If I go to the hungry ghosts, the hungry ghosts will be full. Tame and subdue. If I am to an animal, I will gain great wisdom."

"Ji benefactor, you can change according to fate, the end of the world can be eliminated, go."

The words of the old bald donkey seemed to come from a long time ago, and then drifted away gently.

The world was spinning, Ji Rongzhi closed his eyes tightly in a gust of wind, and the frenzied air around him tore his long shirt and long hair.After everything returned to silence, a scorching wave rushed towards his face, as if trying to annihilate him.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a desolate desert. The billowing heat turned into wavy transparent clouds and mist floating in the air, and the strong wind not far away rolled up a large amount of sand and dust.

Ji Rongzhi who didn't know the situation was a little stunned, where is this?

"Hey, the sandstorm is coming, get out of the way." There was a rush of shouts from behind.

Ji Rongzhi was indifferent, looking around in a daze, there was nothing but yellow sand around him, is this the world he knows well?What is the old bald donkey going to do by throwing him here?

At this time, a black-faced boy suddenly appeared in front of him, tugged at his sleeve and called out, "Hey, what about you? Are you a fool? You don't know how to hide when a sandstorm comes, and you look like a dog."

Ji Rongzhi glanced over his black and black paws impatiently, and frowned, "Let go."

"Hey, you have a big temper, buddy, is this an ancient costume? Where did you get it? Look carefully, you look really good dressed up like this." The boy grinned his yellow teeth, glanced up and down, and sneered , "For the sake of your good looks, I will save your life for free."

"What..." Just as Ji Rongzhi was about to speak, he was dragged away by this black-faced brat.It's hard to tell that such a short guy has such great strength.

"Fuck, the sandstorm is getting more and more rampant. In a few years, how can there be any living things in the Northern Wilderness?" The black-faced boy shook his head and sighed.

Ji Rongzhi was about to draw his sword and chop off his black claws, when he heard the words, he paused and asked, "Is this the Northern Wilderness?"

The black-faced boy turned his head and said with a grin: "Yes, where else can you see such a magnificent desert scenery except the Northern Wilderness?"

After running a few steps, the black-faced boy dragged Ji Rongzhi into a deep pit, lifted a piece of black cloth of unknown material, and covered them.

The pungent smell instantly filled Ji Rongzhi's nostrils, he couldn't bear it anymore, and cut open the rag with his sword.

"Wow, this is the only piece of complete windshield cloth that the young master spent huge sums of money to get, all my net worth," the young man jumped up, hugged his rag and cried excitedly.

"Noisy." Ji Rongzhi raised his hand, and a brand new thick blanket appeared out of thin air.

"Wow, space, I found a treasure today." The young man touched the slippery blanket in his hand with a cherished face, and muttered, "What kind of good material is this made of? It's so comfortable to touch, so It's a pity that such a beautiful blanket is used to keep out the wind and sand monsters."

Ji Rongzhi ignored him, raised his hand again, and took out another blanket to cover his head, "The sandstorm is coming."

"Wow, there's another one," the black-faced boy rolled his eyes, bent down, and burrowed into Ji Rongzhi's blanket, "Let's use one, save it."

A strong body odor came over his face, Ji Rongzhi pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and almost cut it off.He touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, suppressed the boiling violence in his heart, kicked that reckless brat away, and said in a cold voice, "Get lost."

"Tch, stingy." At this time, the young man didn't know that he had come back from the gate of hell without knowing it. He still picked up the rags that were broken in two on the ground and carefully covered them on the new blanket. , "Local tyrant, local tyrant, I think I, Xiao Tianzi, will meet another local tyrant in my lifetime, enough for me to brag about it for a few years..."

"Shut up." Ji Rongzhi was about to overflow with irritability, and interrupted him loudly.

"Hey, I understand." The black-faced boy said flatteringly, thinking to himself, a rich local tyrant should grasp everything he says.

"Hoo-hoo--", the whistling sound of the wind rang in my ears, and the blanket on the top of my head was torn by a brute force that didn't know the direction.It seemed as if sand had fallen from the sky, pouring pots on the ground one by one, burying the earth in a short time.

Ji Rongzhi felt the pressure from the top of his head, and heard a "Wah-wah" cry not far away, and then the impolite boy actually sang against the strong wind: "The sky is falling with sand, and you are laughing at me for being too stupid!" .You don't want to look for it again, you can't see the footprints. The sky is sandy, and you are also concerned about me. Bury your love in the sand, and your news. You are gone, just go, don't think about it. The wind is gone , Sha is gone, don’t think about it... pee pee.”

Crazy, Ji Rongzhi rolled his eyes, and began to miss Feng Yang again. He disappeared for more than three months without any reason. Feng Yang must be in a panic, and he doesn't know where they are now.

"Hey, the wind is gone, the sand is gone, are you still alive?" The voice above his head woke up Ji Rongzhi who was in a daze,

He lifted the blanket, threw it on the ground, got up and walked out.

"Oh, you don't want such a good blanket anymore?" A voice came from behind, followed by a small rustling sound, and not long after, the noisy voice of the black-faced boy rang in my ears again, "You really don't want it anymore. ? If you don’t want it, I’ll pick it up. Think about it clearly, and you won’t go back on your word later.”

"Shut up." Ji Rongzhi was eager to get rid of the noisy voice, so he quickened his pace.

The black-faced boy was like a piece of brown sugar, chasing after him, "Hey, slow down, wait for me, where are you going? There is a desert in front of you, and outsiders will definitely get lost. What is there to eat in the desert?" None of the..."

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