Good news, the elder is gone

Originally, he thought that Old Devil Qingtian was the same, and found some way to reshape his physical body so that he could continue to dance around in the world.After a long time, brother, you didn't do anything to your body at all.

Because there is no one, so you have nothing to worry about, right?

Xue Wangliu was really speechless, he rubbed his head, looked at Ding Hong and said, "Qingtian and Yuguang share the same body, they are indeed closer than Nianshu and I, I lost."

Ding Hong: ...

Ding Hong: "Although, please stop your strange desire to win. If the two of them share the same body, is the person who is crossing the robbery now Yuguang or Qingtian?"

"Who knows, maybe there is me among them and you among them, whoever is struck by lightning will be the one." Xue Wangliu clicked his tongue, patted the paper dust on his hand and said: "But I don't know who this letter is. The authenticity of the mail is uncertain, so it cannot be easily believed."

Ding Hong thought for a while and said: "I remember that someone sent a letter to Lou Xianyun before, asking him to help you, so he personally led the team to the rookie club, do you think this is the same person? "

"Who knows." Xue Wangliu recalled that the child's childish handwriting and scribbled marks on the note were completely different from the graceful handwriting on the note that had spontaneously ignited just now.

Are they all written by others?

The fact that Qingtian is in Yuguang's body must only be known to those around them. Xue Wangliu doesn't even know where Yuguang is, let alone put eyeliner on his side.

The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and he couldn't help touching his face and asked, "Hongzi, is my face really so lethal? It can make the people around Yuguang turn their backs, and be a second-five boy to me." I send a message?"

Ding Hong hesitated to speak, it felt impossible, but there seemed to be no better explanation.

"No, this is not right." Xue Wangliu shook his head again.

He recalled the several confrontations between himself and Yuguang in the past five years, and they all revealed a strange feeling.

If Yu Guang really wanted to kill him, five years ago he could have manipulated Ming Ye to take advantage of his unpreparedness to strike him directly, and even if he didn't die then he would probably be seriously injured.

If he came down in real body to make up a knife, wouldn't that be taken away immediately?But he didn't. Instead, he deliberately let himself hear those words, told himself to be on guard, and left Huahanzong.

Or did he just want to leave Huahanzong, get involved in the rumors with the Annihilation Formation, push himself to the forefront and want to ruin his reputation?

But what's the use of fame?It's not painful or itchy to be scolded by others, so don't take it to heart.

The more Xue Wangliu thought about it, the more strange he became, and he couldn't help asking Ding Hong: "Do you think Yuguang doesn't want to kill me at all?"

"If he didn't want to kill you, why were you suddenly fixed in the Bodhi Sect, and why did the blood-clothed Taoist who was wearing annihilation charge at you even if he blew himself up?" Ding Hong looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

Xue Wangliu regained his composure when he heard it, and almost wanted to miss this matter.

If Yuguang didn't want to kill me, why would he hit him in the face with a poisonous human bomb? It wouldn't be a hug from a brother after a long absence, right?

He nodded silently: "You are right, I think too much."

Ding Hong snorted twice: "Instead of thinking about these things, it's better to think about how to deal with them. Don't forget, 2000 years ago, it looked like a winner and a winner, but in fact it was a loss for both sides. No one won and no one lost."

"Of course I know this." Xue Wangliu pointed a finger at himself and said, "But don't forget, there was no me in 2000, but now there is me."

He smiled slightly: "Mr. Key is here."

Ding Hong snorted, and seeing Xue Wangliu started to smile again, she didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, so she turned and walked out.

Just walking to the door and looking up at the somewhat gloomy sky, Ding Hong's feeling of relief disappeared, and she couldn't help thinking that Ruo Yuguang and Qingtian Laomo were really one, and they had become a great power to cross the catastrophe. Can Xue Wangliu have the strength to fight?

It turned its head and pecked at the feathers on its own body, looking at its golden feathers, wondering if it could carry its old buddy on its back and ascend to immortality.

Seeing Ding Hong standing still at the door, Xue Wangliu knew that it was worried about him, so he pulled on his shoes and walked to it, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "The weather is going to change, maybe it will rain, Tell all your geese to go back to their nests."

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of wind came, pushing a dark cloud forward, and at the same time bringing rain, it also blocked the ray of light originally shining on the stone Buddha, making the ruby ​​on the forehead lose its own brilliance.

But whether it is bright or not in the Buddhist hall is the same for the invisible Nianshu. Amidst the lingering sandalwood, he stopped his hand beating the wooden fish, making the small Buddhist hall quiet again.

It's just that the room is quiet, but the sound of rain can be heard outside, and the drops are not disturbing.

Listening to the sound of the rain, Nianshu adjusted his sitting posture, bent down to pick up the dropped Buddhist beads, put them on his wrist again, folded his hands together and sighed Amitabha.

"You are restless." Liao said.

Nian Shu retorted, "You're not calm, so don't blame me."

Both of them fell silent for a moment, and after a while, Nianshu said softly: "There are Mahayana monks who are going through the thunder disaster. It seems that there will be one more mortal surviving the robbery in this world."

After waiting for an answer, Nian Shu said again: "I don't know why, but I always feel oppressed in my heart. I don't know if it's because of this earth-shattering thunder calamity, or because of the Buddha's rebuke."

He slightly raised his head and looked at the darkness in front of him, knowing that there was a small stone Buddha statue watching him.I just don't know whether the face of the Buddha statue is sad or happy, whether it is smiling or angry.

"You said, it's the Buddha who knows, and you are angry at me for being rude, and complaining about my abruptness?" Nianshu asked softly.

He laughed lightly: "Buddha is always watching people, listening to people's words, knowing everything, how could he be angry because of such a trivial matter like you? many."

Nian Shu still said: "Really?"

He still felt uneasy in his heart, stretched out his hand to hold his chest, couldn't help frowning and said: "In my memory, I have also witnessed the monks in the Mahayana period crossing the catastrophe, and I have never been uneasy about it."

"Naturally, the person who crossed the catastrophe is different." After a pause, he suddenly smiled and said with some relief: "It has been 2000 years, and I have been waiting for this day for 2000 years."

Nian Shu already understood what he meant, and said slowly: "It turned out to be him, no wonder I'm so uneasy."

He Amitabha said again: "The blue sky is about to cross the catastrophe, but I am only a god, and my cultivation level is like a big river. I think I need to practice hard in the next few days.

He smiled and said, "Although you are a cultivator of transforming spirits, you will be the venerable Dujie. When the Qi meridian is completed and the soul returns to its place, the cultivation base of Dujie will be easily captured."

"Amitabha, monks don't lie." Nianshu frowned, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "The meaning of the return of the soul, does it mean that I will integrate your part of the soul in the future?"

He thought he would say yes for the sake of reason, but he denied it: "It's not me, but your soul of life and soul of anger."

Nian Shu was taken aback: "Then what are you to me?"

"I am you." Liao replied in a gentle voice, "Nianshu, I am you. I am the memory left for you, and I am the soul of Liao."

Nianshu couldn't help asking: "Then where is my soul now?"

After a long time of silence, Nian Shu heard a soft voice saying: far away in the sky, close in front of you.

After thinking for a moment, Nianshu slowly reached out to touch his pocket, took out the burnt black Buddhist bead that was next to his body, and held it tightly in his hand.

Familiar and intimate, like a lost part of the body, it is unnecessary to explain what it is.

"When the physical body left in the Bodhi Sect is burned, send the one soul and two souls left in the physical body in this fixed soul pearl. When you overcome the eight sufferings of samsara, it will be the moment when the soul returns to its place." road.

When the eight sufferings of reincarnation can be broken...

Nianshu held the soul-fixing pearl and murmured softly. He suddenly remembered what the master said when he picked up the object after the catastrophe, and asked softly: "Since the body was burned in the Bodhi Sect, why did this object appear in Qingming?" Mountain?"

Before he could answer, Nianshu had already asked himself and answered: "Naturally, I was brought to Qingming Mountain by someone, and when the five senses became clear during the thunder catastrophe, I felt it was by my side, that is, it was brought to Qingming Mountain by me. brought here by himself."

"Exactly." Liao didn't hide any more, and admitted it directly.

"When did it come to me? Why don't I have any impression?" Nianshu asked softly: "At the beginning, my physical body died under Master's hand, and was also burned by Master with spiritual fire. If there is anything left , it must be in the hands of Master."

He was startled, and asked softly, "When did Master give it to me?"

Nianshu was silent, waiting for an answer.

He said to Amitabha Buddha: "Before the body was burnt, the remnant soul in the body had already entrusted this Buddhist bead to Xiangu, and later he handed it over to me, which is regarded as returning to the original owner."

After a long silence in the Buddhist hall, Nian Shu asked, "Return the property to its original owner, did he say that?"

"Yes."

The sound of rain outside the window gradually sounded, and some damp moisture was blown into the room along the gaps in the doors and windows, disturbing the original light sandalwood, Nianshu tightly clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He sneered at his absurdity, and said slowly: "So he already knew."

For a moment, Nianshu didn't know that he should be happy because Master knew who he was, but was still close to him.Or because he didn't order the clothes and let himself hide what he was worried about, he was unhappy.

Seeing him in silence, he said again: "Although he knows you, he doesn't know that you already have some memories of the past. When he handed the Buddha beads to me, he was full of temptation and anxiety."

"In fact, he is also worried that you will change your temperament after returning to your soul, and you will not recognize your past, but he hopes that you will be healthy and complete."

Liao Liao said: "Xue Liu always wishes you well."

"Of course I know this." Nian Shu broke the silence and said.

It was precisely because of knowing that Nianshu couldn't help but wonder what the master was thinking these days.

Even I don't know what it will be like after the soul body returns to its original position, let alone the master.

When faced with his closeness and intimacy, is he worried about contradictions or anxiety?

But even so, he never showed half of it in front of him, and was still close to him, neither retreating nor escaping, and not allowing himself to see half of his worries.

The more Nianshu thought about it, the more pity he felt, and the more silent he became.

After seeing him, he was silent again, and couldn't help asking: "Are you angry because of Xueliu's concealment?"

"How could I be angry with Master." Nianshu was full of pity, lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm just blaming myself."

As soon as the words fell, Xue Wangliu's voice sounded in the yard, and footsteps approached again, and then there was a knock on the door of the Buddhist hall.

"Nianshu, can Master come in?"

Xue Wangliu stopped knocking on the door, waited at the door for a while but did not get an answer, and when he was about to push the door open, the door was pulled open from the inside, and he fell into a warm embrace.

Nianshu hugged Xue Wangliu tightly, he had a lot to ask when he was in the room just now.

He wanted to ask the master why he didn't tell the truth when he knew who he was, and what the master was thinking when he knew who he was.

I want to ask him why he still chooses to approach him even though he knows this, he is worried and contradictory in his heart?

There are too many things he wants to ask, but now he just wants to hug Xue Wangliu and do nothing.

"What's the matter?" Xue Wangliu opened up the distance between the two of them, looked at his face for a while, and asked softly, "Could it be that person who reprimanded you?"

Nianshu shook his head, hugged Xue Wangliu into his arms again, and softly called Master.

"What's wrong?" Xue Wangliu asked.

"When Master just got close to me, what were you thinking?" Nian Shu asked.

Xue Wangliu thought for a while, then said softly: "I didn't think about anything, I just kissed if I wanted to."

The more you think about some things, the more hesitant you become, but if you don’t do it, you will regret it when you think about it in the future. It’s better to do it, so as not to leave regrets in the future.

Nianshu was silent for a while, then suddenly called Xue Wangliu's name.

"What's the matter?" Xue Wangliu was about to reprimand him, but the little apprentice in front of him suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

"I like Shizun so much that I want to plant flowers for Shizun for the rest of my life, no matter what kind of flowers Shizun wants to plant, no matter where Shizun wants to plant them."

It is also rainy day and before the Buddha. Thousands of years ago, some people did not look back and let them miss it.

Different people have different stories.

Xue Wangliu had already forgotten what he was going to say, he just stretched out his hand to touch Nianshu's face in a daze, and suddenly smiled and said hello.

The author says:

Nian Shu: My kiss is back.

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I'm really sorry, because I was very dissatisfied with the content posted yesterday, so I almost wrote it from scratch, which caused today's update to be late.Really sorry.

Yesterday's update has been replaced, and the plot has changed. You can read yesterday's post first and then today's post.Bobobo, I'm really sorry.Tomorrow Monday will be off as usual.

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