Longevity: The Flawless Dream

On that day, red clouds fell from the sky at Miaoguan Temple, and there was no trace of the monks in the temple overnight, and it was even impossible to find the living Buddha and the sons of the Buddha.The panic-stricken pilgrims dug three feet to search the ground, and finally found a fire-headed monk with trembling hair from the side room of the kitchen. , Demon Buddha!"

The most complete sentence that a crazy monk can utter is only one sentence: "Degenerate Buddha and demon, saved demon Buddha!"

"The source of misfortune and good fortune has its own cause and effect, and what should come cannot be avoided."

"Flame of the red sun, disciple of the Buddha, do you understand the true meaning of your life?"

"The reincarnation of life and death has its own definite number—among Buddhas and demons, do you understand the true meaning of your own life?"

"Buddhas, demons, don't need to understand the true meaning of Buddhist life."

There was no sound at all, but the demon clearly heard a sigh in the wind. It was unknown whether it was from the Buddha on the opposite side, or an unknown person in the dark. Watching an unbelievable and mysterious reincarnation: "Degenerate Buddhas and demons, transformed demons and Buddhas... Heavenly law reincarnates, and lives are countless."

Yijian Fengchan seems to have had a dream.The feeling of the dream was as deep as obsession. When he opened his eyes, he didn't even realize who he was and where he was for a moment, until he saw Jian Xue staring blankly at Ye Di's sad blue eyes.

The momentary shock and bewilderment was indescribable, so that when he found out that his meridian was blocked and he was imprisoned, and the culprit was obviously his confidant, it took him a while to realize that he should be angry.

"Yijian Fengchan, it's time for you and me to wake up." Although Yijian Fengchan questioned angrily, it took a long time before Jianxue opened his mouth.As if he had a premonition, Yijian Fengchan intuitively felt that his world would be completely destroyed by the words he was about to say. He wanted to stop it, but he was powerless to stop the determined Jianxue.

In this world, no one can stop a person who is dying of grief, let alone his name or Jianxue Wuming.

"Feng Chan with one sword, do you still remember that day when you exchanged swords with me in Yuanjiao Village?"

Of course he remembered.Even though many years have passed, he still clearly remembers the scorching wind that day, the cool night, the amber wine, the frost and snow on the blade of the sword, and the melody wafting from the flute of Jian Xue .Everything was perfect, even the black cloth covering Jianxue's Vermilion Yan, which seemed indescribably obtrusive in the past, looked at the past with the light of the fire at that moment, and there was actually a bit of magic and mystery.

If it hadn't been for the Tunfo boy to appear later...

"Feng Chan with a sword, do you still remember which sword was held in the hand of Tunfo boy when he appeared later?"

Of course he remembered.The monster that stepped on the red lotus hellfire had spooky eyes, and the red eyes in his hands were condensed with a cold and substantial blood light.Almost at a glance, he sensed some kind of threat and fear from the depths of his soul that he was about to die.

If this demon is not killed, he will never be able to grasp his own future.he realized.

But what he didn't realize was, since Tunfo Boy left him such a deep shock, why couldn't he remember his face clearly?

"You are the boy who swallowed the Buddha." It was obviously the sad truth buried in the bottom of my heart, and when it was truly announced, all that remained was the silence of great enlightenment, Jian Xue was facing Zen with a sword, no one knew What is his expression at this moment, there is only a moment of self-deprecating silence, "And I am the devil's fetus."

Two evils in the Northern Territory, one is carrying the evil of human nature, and has been pursuing his own future since he was conscious; the other is carrying the evil of the sword, and has been tracing his past since he was conscious.But in the end, the past and future of the two have only one faction.Such fate and life, who is more painful?

No one can answer this question.

Yijian Feng Chan leaned against the edge of the wooden prison weakly, and the vibrating shackles chattered, revealing the master's astringent mood. "What is this?" he said to himself, "what is this, what is this..."

When you find out that you are actually another person, what is the existence of "you"?Before Yijian Fengchan knew about this question, Jianxue had thought about it for countless days and nights on his behalf.Therefore, he told Yijian Fengchan that as long as he abandons his obsession with "Boy Swallowing Buddha", "Yijian Fengchan" can get the freedom he wants.But is it so?He can be sure of the reality of Yijian Fengchan's existence, but he can't deny that "Boy Swallowing Buddha" is also a real existence.

It's wrong to advance, it's wrong to retreat, it's wrong anyway.

Jian Xue looked down at her hands.These hands possess peerless swordsmanship, but they can't cut Feng Chan and his past with one sword, and can't carve out a bright, open and free future for them.

The astringent silence spread endlessly and lengthily in the dark cave world, and the dead bones in the distance sat upright, as if with gentle compassion, watching the two people who were sinking into the sorrow and could not be relieved.Until the slight and crisp sound of falling to the ground pierced the silence, the pear-white fine porcelain box rolled down from the cuff, and fortunately it was lined with the withered grass below, which prevented it from being broken into eight petals.

Yijian Fengchan stared at it.He couldn't send a single sentence that day, so he had no choice but to carry this thing day and night full of aggrieved days and nights.It's really embarrassing for this fragile and precious little thing. These days, he has gone through so many ups and downs with him. In the end, even he woke up from a drowsiness and realized that he might not be himself. This little thing is still full of hair. The tail was preserved.

What was he doing before falling asleep?

That's right, he accepted Bei Chenyin's commission to hunt down a man named Shengzong.

At that time, he thought, after repaying this favor, he would retire with Jian Xue.The flute and flute are singing in harmony, talking about Zen and swords, how pleasant and unrestrained, that is the life he wants.Maybe if you catch the right opportunity, you may be able to successfully give away this box of unlucky gadgets that you can't give away.

God's will tricks people, time doesn't wait for me, after all, it's just a delusion.

In the world of flowers, every leaf Bodhi.The eternal fire in Zhuang Zhou's butterfly dream, pushed beyond the cloud mountain, is just a sudden rain.

The cold rainwater flows from the eaves into frosty white lines, soaking through the deep night outside the eaves.The little boy with plump hair stepped on the threshold and looked out, then he pouted and jumped back: "Mother, it's raining so hard, if Xiangu doesn't come back, will she be soaked?"

The woman who was called A Niang said: "Xiangnu has important matters to deal with, besides she has great supernatural powers, of course she is not afraid of rain, stones, don't talk about children."

Shitou's voice was a little unhappy: "Then what's the 'kuyunjing', Shitou can also help Xiangu find it, the bamboo forest in this area is the most familiar with Shitou!"

The woman said: "How can we ordinary people understand what Xiangu means? Have you done your homework today?"

Stone made a face.I don't know if it's because of poverty, the little thatched hut was not lit, and it was raining and wind blowing outside, making the house darker and darker, but the woman saw his expression for some reason, and raised her hand to give a chestnut: " Strange look! Ah! Fairy is back?"

Shitou only made half the second grimace. Hearing what his mother said, he quickly rubbed his face and put on an obedient and sensible look.After a while, a young girl dressed in Taoism entered quietly. The room was dark and her face could not be discerned. However, as she walked slowly, it seemed that even the cold and damp night in this poor hut became more beautiful. stand up.

The woman went up to meet her, and handed the towel respectfully, halfway through the hand towel, she realized that the other party's clothes and hair were all dry, and there was no sign of rain, so she had to take it back ashamedly, and said in a low voice, "Is the fairy's business done?"

Lian Wuxia smiled and nodded, gathered the clouds and wrote Weiming's two characters: "TOEFL."

It was a success?Stone clapped his hands and laughed, and the woman laughed too.The child is young and ignorant, even after listening to the fairy aunt's explanation, she is only confused, but she is not stupid, and she can understand that the dry jade crystal is the first new branch from the old bamboo that was cut off by lightning. The juice dripping from the cut surface can only condense when the wind blows it off.Not to mention how difficult it is to find a bamboo that has been struck by lightning with only the first branch, that bamboo must be broken by the wind before it can be broken by people or trampled by birds and beasts.Even if Xiangu has supernatural powers, finding them is not as easy as finding a needle in a haystack.Isn't it?I have lived at home for a month, but fortunately I finally got it tonight.

"I found all the things, how about...the stone will teach you how to write?" The child's voice was a little anxious.In the dark, the woman rewarded him with another chestnut chisel accurately, then turned her head and smiled in the direction of Lian Wuxia: "Xianggu has been tired these days, so I can sleep well tonight!"

Lian Wuxia wasn't tired, but saw that the woman was already rushing to make the bed, so she couldn't say anything to refuse.Looking at the rising sun and hibiscus, the golden light covers thousands of mountains and mountains with warm clouds.Lian Wuxia tidied up properly before bidding farewell to mother and son: "I sealed two jars of wine under the old pine tree outside the house, please take care of them for me."

"Wine?" Shitou scratched his head, "Xianggu has been living here these days, didn't you see that you brought wine?"

"The name of this wine is Fenghongzui, and it is specially brewed this time as a gift. The dry crystal that was found yesterday is the last flavor that is missing in the wine recipe." Lian Wuxia explained.

Shi Shi was taken aback: "The thing I found so hard is one of the materials!"

Lian Wuxia pushed the door open about a foot, and the faint morning light rushed in with the sweet mountain mist after the rain. On the forehead of the green cliff that had nested under the eaves outside the house for a night, there was a tit lying on its forehead bored. When he saw the owner, Immediately turned one ear to startle the bird.She and Qing Ya looked at each other, and suddenly felt very bright and bright, and she smiled unconsciously: "Only this person can solve the confusion in my heart."

She stepped out and took the initiative to close the door.Both the mother and the son stood in the shadow of the daylight line, in the half-light and half-obscurity, the complexion was vague and pale, and there was a red mole between the eyebrows, the color was like blood.

Before the last ray of sunlight was cut off, the woman rushed to shout: "When will Xiangu come back to get the wine?"

In the slight twitching, the door has been closed, only to see the cool shimmering light shining on the ground, but it is the word four.

Up to ten years.

Ten years is enough for those two urns of maple red wine to accumulate enough mellow fragrance, and by then, it will be time for me to find a sword to seal Zen to solve my doubts.

Just as Lian Wuxia was thinking about it, she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

Which messenger is this?Why did the Dao seal she left inside disappear?

Mother?Zixuan?Battle?Senior Longsu?Sister Mu?Shu Dao OK?still……

It's Jianxue!

The author has something to say: the more you get to the end, the more difficult it is to write. It is not so much procrastination as it is intolerance.

Many, many years later, when Chang Sheng took the bottle of wine, the person reflected in the glass was no longer flawless.

But the handwriting on the wine urn is still the same: on a certain date, two urns of hand-brewed maple red drunk, as a gift to friends.

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