Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The weather in early autumn is always like this. When you get up in the morning, you can't wait to be cold to the bones, and when you look at it at noon, you can't wait to squeeze all the water in your body out of the pores.It came and went and came again and again, so ferocious that it was not like a tiger but better than a tiger, hence the name "Autumn Tiger".

It was noon at this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the sun was so hot that it made people dizzy.People coming and going on the street, no matter men, women, old or young, were all sweating, all covered in dust, grumpy and kept cursing the weather.

Because of this, in a cloud of hot and cold mist, a person seemed extremely out of place with the crowd.He should be a swordsman. The reason why he said "should be" is because his demeanor is too calm and clear. The object was clearly in the shape of a sword, so I reluctantly made a loose note on the identity of the owner.

However, this is not the reason why everyone noticed him.The folk customs in the Northern Territory are rough, and there are always a few tycoons running around the streets with swords every day, and it has long been no surprise.

Good looks?No, the swordsman's appearance is really not outstanding, except for a pair of penetrating blue eyes and slightly weird dark green long hair, his appearance can even be described as unremarkable.

Extraordinary style?No, he was only wearing ordinary cloth clothes, which were not at all elegant, and if it hadn't been cleaned very cleanly, he might still look a bit shabby.

But people would involuntarily stare at him, and their eyes would be full of clarity at this glance, even if they looked away for no reason at the next moment, the irritability and impatience in their hearts due to the weather would disappear unconsciously.

The swordsman who washed away the worries of passers-by, is now full of confusion.However, in the past few months, there have been many changes.Invited by the six ugly cripples to fight against gold and silver Deng Jiuwu, he was besieged and killed by the Prajna Sea forces afterwards. He was seriously injured and comatose and entrusted to the six ugliness cripples for treatment by Yijian Fengchan. When he woke up again, his world was completely changed.

"You have a special magical energy on your body, haven't you ever noticed it?"

"Where are you from?"

"Which Buddhist organization did you come from? Your name doesn't look like the usual appellation of Buddhist disciples at all. What is your Shaduo name? There is no Buddhist Shaduo name. Are you really a Buddhist? A Buddhist disciple, why? Will carry evil weapons, have you thought about it? Do you have a Duye master? Who is he?"

He asked questions again and again, every word was like thunder.

"Are you really clear about your life experience? Or are you simply living in a dream that you wove?"

Jian Xue naturally knew that he had never been aware of his own background.

When he opened his eyes in the first life, the first thing he saw was a monk.The monk is very old, very old, so old that he looks like a dead tree that has lost its inside, only the crumpled bark is left to support the body, and even the Buddhist beads hanging in his hand have a heavy smell of rotten wood .But this old monk, who was so old that he might be buried in the earth at any time, had a pair of clear and soft eyes, looking at him with indescribable comfort and kindness, and pointed to the side tremblingly with his skinny fingers and claws.He looked in the direction and saw the vermilion magic sword standing in the lotus pond.

"Zhu Yan..." In an indescribable experience, he suddenly called out Jian's name.

The monk nodded slightly with a complex expression, and withered lips struggled to say: "Hold it."

He pulled Zhu Yan out of the pool and carried it on his back without a teacher.

"Thirsty." The old monk said again.

He looked at the gloomy water in the lotus pond, got up and searched around, and found two pottery cups with a few mouths missing behind the old monk's broken futon, cleaned them, filled them with water, and carefully It moved to the old monk's mouth.The old monk couldn't drink any more water, his cracked lips moved in vain, but only dipped in the cool liquid in the cup, and then murmured "it's hard to drink" half-sighed.

He panicked.He was full of doubts to ask, who is he, who is the monk, why does he know Zhu Yan's name, why the old monk is so weak, why is his heart so clear when looking at the old monk's decay Sad... But there are thousands of questions. After listening to the old monk's complaints, there is only one left: "How can I make the water taste better?"

The breath of the old monk was already very weak, but there was still a kind smile in the bitter voice: "I am not good at this way, but you can ask someone who is good at this way for advice."

"I don't understand," he murmured.He really didn't understand, in all senses.

"Knowledge is your natural desire. If you persist in this kind of diligence, all people, things, and things can be your teachers." After talking so much in one go, the old monk was a little overwhelmed. With some strength, he said, "Son, take Zhu Yan away and don't let it fall into the hands of others."

He finally realized that this was not a good time for him to seek knowledge as he wished, no matter what the old monk said, he nodded heavily.

"After 510 years of chanting, the day when you and I will finally meet each other is the time when fate ends. God's will..." The old monk grinned with difficulty and the corners of his mouth were slightly cracked, "My name is Yilian..."

Without saying a word, there is no sound.

He opened his eyes and looked, the wise eyes sunken deep in his sockets had already dimmed his gaze, and under the trembling of his fingers, the decayed rope on the rosary beads held between his fingers was also broken, large and small. The rosary beads fell over each other, and the biggest one rolled down in front of him. He stared at it for several times before slowly seeing the words on it clearly.

A lotus supports the birth.

He wanted to pick it up, but his fingertips just touched the body of the bead, which turned into a cluster of ashes.He sat beside the old monk's dharma body for a long time, and only realized his sadness after a long daze.

This is his life, and within an instant, he embraces extinction.

He recognized the old monk as his teacher, even though the old monk didn't even have time to give him a name in the future; he traveled thousands of mountains and rivers with the Zhu Yan Demon Sword on his back, just because it was a gift from his mentor, even though they only had a few words of karma; He naturally believes that he is a Buddhist. In fact, all the Buddhist scriptures are naturally imprinted in his mind, even though he has never practiced it; Seeing the end and the end of the long road.

Until he rescued a swordsman who gave him his name in the world on a snowy night.

It wasn't until he was in the fire in Yuanjiao Village that he realized that Zhu Yan's real master was a demon.

Until he was alone and gave up chasing the past, the six ugly cripples gave him another possibility that he had never thought of. magic.

"Whether you are a demon or a Buddha, if you have doubts, if you want to prove your life experience, you can go to the Honglian Temple in the far west to find out the truth." The six ugly people said.

Lian Wuxia carefully compared the red leaves at the tip, and after a long time, Fang stared at one, and the thin air blade protruded out, cut the slender leaf stem lightly and delicately, and held the falling maple leaf into his palm.The frosted red maple is scarlet and intoxicating, and the scattered light and color reflect each other, and also cast a light rouge on her eyebrows and eyes.

She dipped the maple leaves she had picked into the mountain stream, and in the soft rippling light, the maple leaves were extremely red, making her fingers more crystal clear like snow.After floating away the dust on the leaves, she wiped off the water droplets on the maple leaves one by one, and stacked them into a pottery urn.

The pottery urn was fired by her own hands. It has a round shape and small ears. Because it is refined with real fire, the body of the urn has a luster like gold and stone.If you observe carefully, you can find four inscriptions in the inconspicuous place: "Happiness comes thousands of miles, and the spring breeze is always a family. There is only wine in Yichun, and it always stays in the years."

Except for a few unrestrained characters, the ascetics who uphold the precepts have always never drank alcohol, and Lian Wuxia is no exception.But although she is not good at wine, she is strangely good at brewing wine. It seems to be a talent flowing in her blood, and she can often brew a wine that is intoxicating and intoxicating for no reason.In this regard, even Mu Xianfeng, who specializes in diet, cannot compare.The same Fenghongzui, which she brewed, is naturally better than Yijian Fengchan's crude way of making mistakes.

Thinking of Yijian Fengchan's impatience with holding the wine urn and wanting to drink it all in one gulp but having to calculate carefully and estimate the amount to drink, she unconsciously smiled, took out the second pottery urn, thought for a while, and carved a few words on it. A joke.

"The flowers are red, the bees and butterflies are disturbing, the wind is clear and the dew is cold." There are many good things in the world, whether they can depend on each other, and the haze often comes with them, just like a famous flower is disturbed by bees and butterflies, and the breeze does not reduce the coldness of the sky, so...

"Although fine wine can be rewarded, there is no such thing as being intoxicated." Although good wine is good, it is not an excuse to drink too much!

She put down the pottery urn and raised her head to look around, only to realize that it was the time when the sun was setting.The gorgeous sunset glow reddened the blue sky for a long time, and it complemented the maple forest below, which seemed to have endless magnificence and beauty.Standing in this sea of ​​burning beauty, she felt infatuated.

After leaving Chengxin Mingtai, she was not in a hurry to find Jianxue to give back the box of Bishuang Qingxue, nor was she in a hurry to find a sword to seal Zen.Those who practice Taoism have endless years, and those who are excellent in martial arts can live for more than a thousand years.Although it is much more efficient to argue like ordinary people, it is more efficient, but it always seems a little more busy for quick success and less patience and calmness.After all, they both have a long time, long enough to make each other meet again in the vast world through that ray of karma.

At the very least, it will be enough until the Fenghongzui brewed this time can be unsealed.

The author has something to say: Kekeke, it took more than a week, and I finally finished reading the full-time master's novel. The full-time master is so good, so good, so good, so good, so good

The joy comes thousands of miles, and the spring breeze is always a family.There is only wine in Yichun, and it always stays in the years——From Tang Xianzu's poem "The Story of the Purple Hairpin"

Don’t worry about the second one, Zi Yan made it up by himself