I get love from my beauty [Quick Transmigration]

In the afternoon of that day, Mu Yin and Shuli habitually spent time under the cherry tree behind the Negative Snow Palace.

It was snowing heavily outside the hall, and the wind was bitterly cold. Originally, Mu Yin basically wouldn't go out after losing her spiritual power.But Shuli purposely set up a warm tent under the cherry tree, moved a reclining chair covered with thick blankets, and lay down next to the reclining chair, with warm spiritual power circulating all over her body, ensuring Mu Mu on the reclining chair Hidden will not suffer a little cold.

Even if this is achieved, Shuli still thinks it's not enough, she insists on putting a cloak on Mu Yin, and stuffing a purple gold hand stove into his hand, so as to arrange him clearly.

Mu Yin was hiding under the greenhouse, leaning on a warm source of body heat, and wearing a plain dark pattern cloak. The snow-white fur on the cloak was rich and smooth, covering him tightly from head to toe. Seeing the almost hot hand stove——Shuli was satisfied, but he was burned all over in a short while, so he glanced at Shuli who was looking away, and gently untied the tie of the cloak.

Halfway through the solution, Shuli still found out, and quickly pressed his movements, "Don't move, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Mu Yin said helplessly, "No."

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

"..." Mu Yin sighed, "Shuli, I'm very hot."

Shuli was taken aback, "Really?"

"real."

Shuli touched Mu Yin's forehead, and carefully looked at his face, and saw that his cheeks were flushed, and even his eyes were glowing with smoke, as if he had been overheated.Only then did he loosen the tie for him, carefully leaving an opening in the ermine cloak, and then asked, "What about this?"

Mu Yin replied seriously: "It's still hot."

Shuli: "..."

Mu Yin couldn't help laughing, moved a little, half opened the thick cloak, and comforted Shuli, "Don't be too nervous, nothing will happen."

Shuli had no choice but to sit down again, holding Mu Yin's fingers with one hand, so as to sense the temperature change on his body immediately.

Mu Yin let him lead her and continued to read the book in her hand.Shuli is used to being restless, and would pinch his fingertips or pick his palms from time to time. At this time, Mu Yin's expression generally remained unchanged, but a little smile appeared in his eyes.

After the last few pages of the book were turned, Mu Yin leaned on the recliner and closed her eyes for a while.The sky and the earth were clear, and there were rustling sounds when the flowers and snow fell, and he suddenly took out the nine-illuminated black lotus that he had always carried with him.

The graceful stretched black petals bloomed in the palm of the palm, Mu Yin watched quietly, and unconsciously fell into deep thought.

He was once the youngest and most eye-catching genius in Ling Jueshan's history.

In the year when the foundation was established, the head of Ling Jue Mountain personally led him to the Ling Jue Hall on the top of Ling Jue Mountain.He put his hand on the test spirit bead in the hall, and the test spirit bead suddenly lit up at that moment, filling the room with magnificent brilliance.

"You can practice the ruthless way." An old and empty elder's voice sounded from the trial spirit bead, full of undisguised appreciation and emotion.

After that, he entered meditation for three years, and his mind turned countless times. The golden core has been formed by itself, but he has never been able to enter the Tao.

So he climbed to the top of Lingjue Mountain again.

The long steps in front of my eyes are floating in the clouds and mist, so vast that I can't see the end.He stepped through the nine thousand jade steps step by step, came to the Lingjue Hall, knelt in the hall and asked, "Why can't the younger generation enter the Tao?"

"What are you looking for?"

"Cultivate the Tao."

"What are you asking for?"

"Cultivate the Tao."

"What are you insisting on?"

"Cultivate the Tao."

A long period of silence followed.

"No." said the voice.

He said softly: "The junior doesn't understand."

That voice sounded more bewildered and at a loss than his, "I also...don't understand, I can't see clearly."

He knelt quietly without saying a word.

"I was wrong, you can't cultivate the way of ruthlessness."

He lowered his eyes and repeated: "I don't understand."

The old man didn't speak any more.

He knelt in Lingjue Hall all night until the old man spoke out tiredly, and said slowly, "You go."

From then on, he abandoned the way of ruthlessness, changed to Zhanshuang swordsmanship, and then lived in the negative snow peak.

On the Negative Snow Peak, there is white snow that does not melt all year round.

He grew up in Lingjue Mountain since he was born, and he only had to practice Taoism in his life, and he never thought about anything else.Everyone said that he was weak-minded and dedicated to the Tao, and he was most suitable for practicing the ruthless Tao.

But the man in the temple said that what he was looking for, what he was looking for, and what he was holding on to was not cultivating the Tao.

He doesn't understand.

Not being able to practice the Ruthless Dao is nothing to him, but he has been thinking about the reason behind it.

He practiced sword on the top of the mountain, with heavy snow falling, what he was thinking about was the voice asking him: "What are you looking for?"

He sat in the cave, withered and prosperous, thinking of the voice asking him: "What are you asking for?"

He was reading scriptures under the tree, and the falling flowers were silent, thinking of the voice asking him: "What are you insisting on?"

No matter what, he couldn't understand it, couldn't comprehend it, and couldn't let it go.

After many years, it has become an obsession.

So that possessing demon could take advantage of the situation and disturb his mind, causing him to be injured.And he did everything possible to get this nine-luminous black lotus, but he just wanted to use it to calm his mind, comprehend the meditation and enlighten the Tao, and one day relieve the confusion in his heart.

Just haven't had time to use it until now.

Also now, he feels that these are meaningless.

Death is like a lamp going out, what is waiting for him will not be too late, he accepts it calmly, only sees the day and night, only waits for the day and night, naturally he will no longer be entangled in the unresolved obsessions of the past.

Or maybe he has a bigger obsession in his heart, something more difficult to let go, making the past no longer humane.

That is……

Mu Yin looked at Moxiu who was nestling beside his lap.The man had long hair pouring down, white clothes hanging down, tears in the corners of his eyes were like a little peach blossom, and the corners of his bright red lips curled up a little, he was reading a book with relish.

He never thought that he would meet such a person, like a star that descended on his world, bringing brilliant colors that he had never seen before, and it seemed that he could no longer bear the life he once had.

As if feeling his gaze, Shuli looked up, touched the petals of the Nine Luminaries Black Lotus, and asked, "So, why did you want this flower in the first place?"

Mu Yin smiled slightly, "Probably... to meet you."

Shuli rolled her eyes, "You can talk so well?"

Mu Yin patted his head.Shuli used to not tie her hair up, with a lazy look, but when she looked at him, her eyes were extremely focused, as if she was the only one in her eyes, and he took them into her eyes and put them in her heart wholeheartedly.

It was the look Mu Yin was used to.

So Mu Yin turned his hand resting on the top of Shuli's hair, and tapped the ends of his eyelashes lightly with his fingertips, "I can't talk without you."

Shuli's eyelashes trembled because of Mu Yin's movement, but instead of avoiding it, he asked, "Oh? What did I say?"

"a lot of."

"What exactly is it?"

"you forgot?"

Shuli acted confidently, "Yes, I forgot."

Mu Yin withdrew her hand, "I forgot too."

"Tell me, I really forgot," Shuli pulled his long sleeves relentlessly, "One sentence is fine."

Mu Yin closed her eyes, her side face was icy white, her expression was calm, she looked unmoved, but the corners of her eyes were slightly curved.

"Don't tell me?"

"..."

Shuli threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will kiss you."

"You said—" Mu Yin opened her mouth helplessly, and finally only said two words, and the rest of the words were caught off guard by Shuli's sudden kiss.

Mu Yin opened his eyes suddenly, and Shuli's long eyelashes just brushed against the skin under his eyes.The man bit his lip, blinked slyly, and smiled sweetly: "Prince Immortal, it's getting late."

……

When it was getting dark, the two packed their things and prepared to go back.

Mu Yin walked in front, and Shuli followed behind him with a book in one hand and candied fruit in the other. When he passed the jade threshold in front of the hall, the figure in front of him suddenly tripped. There was a dull crash.

At that moment, his mind went blank, and then he realized that he had to help.He threw away the book and the candied fruit box and rushed forward, grabbed Mu Yin's shoulders and tried to help him up, but he couldn't use any strength, so he could only kneel down in front of Mu Yin, and fell on the same side with him.

The black hair and white clothes of the two were entangled, and Mu Yin's face was blank for a moment.

"Mu..." Shuli choked up, and called his name again after a few breaths, "Mu Yin..."

Mu Yin raised her head to look at Shuli, her beautiful eyes like black jade were empty.

Shuli clenched Mu Yin's sleeves, trying to make her voice as relaxed as possible, "It's okay...Mu Yin, it's okay, I'll always be here—"

Before Shuli could finish speaking, Mu Yin reached out to touch his face, and asked softly, "Are you crying?"

"..." Shuli closed her eyes hard, as if to hide the fragility and sadness between her brows, "No."

Mu Yin touched Shuli's forehead lightly, her voice was gentle, "It's okay, don't be afraid." After a pause, "Don't cry."

After Mu Yin lost his vision, Shuli began to read to him.He used to be the most impatient to read these boring and hard-to-understand scriptures, but now he lays down beside the deck chair under the cherry tree every afternoon, reading out sentence by sentence, speaking at a smooth speed, with a clear and sweet voice, earnest and focused.

Today I read a Buddhist scripture.

It was still obscure to Shuli at first, until she read a story.

"The Buddha said: 'How much do you love Ananda?' The woman said: 'I love Ananda's eyes, Ananda's nose, and Ananda's mouth...'" For some reason, he stopped when he read this.

Mu Yin leaned on the reclining chair, her thick long eyelashes slightly closed, and said softly, "I love Ananda, I love Ananda's voice, I love Ananda's walking."

Shuli didn't speak for a while, until Mu Yin reached out to touch his cheek, but was grabbed.

Mu Yin asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's interesting," Shuli said with a smile in her voice, "I'm a bit like the woman in this story."

"Ok?"

"But in the end she suddenly became enlightened, all love and greed disappeared, and she achieved the first fruition. Would most people think this is the best ending? But I don't like it."

"I read another story in Zashi, do you want to hear it?" Mu Yin's eyes curved softly, "Ananda liked a woman when he was not a monk."

"……and then?"

"The Buddha asked Ananda how much he liked that woman. He said, I would like to be transformed into a stone bridge, and be exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, just asking her to pass by the bridge."

Mu Yin looked at Shuli's direction, if he could see it, his eyes would be soft, and he asked quietly: "I have been suffering for 500 years, just to see that person, you know Ananda Why would you do that?"

Shuli loosened Mu Yin's hand for a moment.

Mu Yin finally broke away from Shuli's hand, touched the sticky wetness on his face, and replied softly: "He is willing, so he doesn't feel pain, but pleasure."

……

Mu Yin's sense of touch disappeared after a few days.Since then, every movement of his has become slow and careful, and he can no longer do something as simple as touching Shuli's cheek lightly, because he can't control his strength and is afraid of hurting Shuli.

On the third day when the sense of touch disappeared, Mu Yin lost his hearing. He could not hear Shuli speak, nor could he respond.He was finally completely isolated from the outside world, his cultivation base was completely lost, and his five senses were all lost, just like a disabled person.

This is the punishment of heaven.

Mu Yin calmly accepted as always.

When the last day came, the weather in Negative Xuefeng was very good. There was no snow or wind, but there was a little sunshine rarely.In order to allow Mu Yin to bask in the sun, Shuli dismantled the greenhouse under the cherry tree, and when she looked up, she could see the grand and blooming cherry blossoms all over the tree.

Mu Yin half leaned on the reclining chair, instead of wearing a jade crown, his long hair was loosely tied up with a moon-white silk ribbon, and his long crow-black eyelashes were quietly closed on his eyelids.His lips were pale in color, and the fingers protruding from the wide sleeves were so pale that they were almost transparent, and the fingertips shimmered under the reflection of the snow on the ground.

No wonder the world said that the soul of the moon and the soul of the snow are immortal and jade-like.

Recently, his spirit has become worse and worse, his body has become weaker and weaker, and he began to fall asleep all day long. Today he seems to have recovered a bit. He has been in good spirits since the morning, and he can always explain some things to Shuli soberly.

Shuli knew what this meant, but she didn't reveal it.Because he understood that Mu Yin would only know better than him.

"...After all, I am ashamed of the teacher. I left the letter and put it with Zhanshuangjian. I need you to hand them over to Bai Huaiyi for me. He will know how to deal with it."

Shuli knelt down beside Mu Yin's legs, held his hand and said yes.

Mu Yin clearly couldn't hear it, but seemed to hear it, and continued: "After I die, you can bury me on the negative snow peak, anywhere. Then you go down the mountain."

Shuli agreed.

Mu Yin asked softly, "Are you crying?"

Shuli said no.

After reading the Buddhist scriptures that time, he never cried again.

Mu Yin's voice became softer and softer, "The world of cultivating immortals is not suitable for you. If you want to, you can go to the human world. Remember to use less spiritual power, don't do bad things, and don't be bullied... Besides, You can live freely."

A tiny pink cherry blossom landed on Mu Yin's eyelashes, trembling slightly with his voice, like the wings of a butterfly, but he couldn't feel it.

Shuli leaned over to pick off the petal for him, but still agreed.

"You still have a long life, I'm just one of the passers-by... You will have enough time to forget me and fall in love with another person. But you can't hurt others anymore, you must always love yourself the most..." Mu Yin's breathing was extremely shallow, he paused, his voice was barely audible, "Shu Li, forget about me, live well with that person..."

At that moment, the sunlight disappeared suddenly, the vast snow fell from the sky, and the strong wind blew up the overwhelming rain of cherry blossoms, and the glass fell all over the head and body.

Mu Yin's fingertips resting on Shuli's palm gently hang down.

Shuli was silent for a long time, and then spoke softly.

He said, "Not good."

The author has something to say: The Buddha said: 'How much do you love Ananda? The woman said: "I love Ananda's eyes, Ananda's nose, Ananda's mouth, Ananda's ears, Ananda's voice, and Ananda's walking steps." ——"Buddha Says Matanga Sutra" I would like to be transformed into a stone bridge, and be exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, just asking her to pass by the bridge. ——"Stone Bridge Zen"

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