Ji Shuqi looked at his daughter, when she was a child, her mother left early, and Ji Shuqi went around working for others to support the family, and the most reassuring thing was the little daughter. If the host's family gives her white flour and meat, she must eat it first.

His daughter looked at Ji Shuqi, and tears flowed all the way, so that there were no more tears. Rain is the same color as tears but different tastes, rain is the weeping tears of heaven, but it has no taste, because it has no feelings, it will not favor any inch of land in the world.

But tears are different, they are salty and carry the transmission of emotion.

There is a legend here that when a person dies, the tears of the relatives around him, including himself, will change from bitter to sweet, which is caused by the sublimation of the suffering of a lifetime, and the reincarnation of a person is to rely on this sweet tear to drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate again.

His daughter grinned, like Shu Qi, who sat at the door to greet him when she was a child, but her cheeks twitched slightly, "Father, you can go with peace of mind, you go down and have a good chat with your mother, and wait for me and my brother." After we go down in the future, we will be a family again, and my brother and I will not let you suffer again in the next life!"

Uncle Qi pursed his lips and didn't speak, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to touch his daughter's cheek: "Don't be tired in the future." ”

"Got it, father. ”

The girl turned around and took out the straw she had prepared from the thick branches under the tree and laid it in the stone coffin. The woods were dense early in the morning, and although the raindrops were heavy, they were evacuated, so the straw only wet the surface layer.

His son raised Shuqi's arm slightly: "Father, are you on the road?"

"Hey. ”

Ji Shuqi was supported by his son to lie on the straw of the stone 'coffin', and his son lifted the mottled door panel on the side and said ruthlessly: "Father, be careful of your forehead." ”

Ji Shuqi hummed lightly: "Go back early after doing all this, don't get sick in the rain, as soon as you get sick, your mother and I will have a heartache." ”

His son bit his lip tightly, his nails were already deeply embedded in the crack of the door panel, as if he used all his strength to squeeze out a stiff smile, and said, "It's okay, father, it's just, I'm sorry for this life......"

With that, the door was closed with a snap.

Ji Shuqi lay quietly on the straw, the straw was very thick, much higher than the water in the pit, and the outside suddenly sounded a string of thudding and dull sounds, which was the sound of his son burying the loess.

The sound grew quieter and quieter, and finally, when it was quiet, the whole world fell silent in the darkness of nothingness, so much so that he could hear the murmur of the lesions in his lungs.

Are you going to die? But I don't have an answer yet......

Can anyone tell me why love produces pain?

I don't know how long it took, Ji Shuqi's consciousness became deeper and deeper, as if he was tied to a boulder, falling into the depths of the dark sea.

Suddenly, a thunderclap split the earth in half, and even split the stone 'coffin' of Ji Shuqi.

Ji Shuqi felt the raindrops on his face, reawakened his consciousness, stood up in confusion, and climbed out of the pit.

At this time, on top of the pit is a Buddha holding an umbrella, dressed in yellow monk's robes, not like a disciple of a regular temple, but like a young monk who practices Buddhism on his own.

Ji Shuqi lay on the ground, looked up at the monk, and looked puzzled, "You saved me?"

The Buddha shook his head: "No, the little monk is here to harm you." The little monk knows the answer to the doubts in your heart, but he can't say it, so please ask the donor to find it yourself. This road is hard, one side is doomed, one side is devouring the heart, the other side is devouring the heart, no mistakes can be made, and one step is the death of the body. ”

Ji Shuqi got up and said, "Where can I find it?"

"The avenue soars. ”

The Buddha suddenly struck out a palm, imprinted on Ji Shuqi's forehead, and countless martial arts and techniques turned into a stream of light and disappeared into Ji Shuqi's mind.

Ji Shuqi was surprised: "Do you want me to live for 5,000 years and understand the answer in the years?"

The Buddha recites the Buddha's name with his eyes: "Amitabha, maybe the sun will rise to enlightenment, a thought will soar; maybe you will not be wise, and the foolish stone is difficult to achieve, and what the little monk refers to is only one of the thousands of paths leading to the answer, and everything depends on what the donor can do." ”

After saying that, the Buddha stepped on the rain and flew up the sky until he disappeared into the sky.

Ji Shuqi sat in the mass grave for three days and three nights before he cultivated the first wisp of aura and announced his official separation from the mortal world.

At that moment, his heart was confused.

After talking about the past, Ji Shuqi added tea for the two of them and said: "The lifespan of the Ascension Realm is 5,000 years, but the old man has lived for 7,000 years with his adventures, and he is only less than a thousand years away from the limit, but he has never found the answer to the original question, and his heart has been in confusion. So I want to use the mind of a mortal to try to figure out the answer. ”

Tianze and Wu Xingyao only then understood.

Tian Ze then said: "In this case, why don't the dean start a family again and gain insights from it?"

Ji Shuqi smiled faintly: "When you are really old, even if you return to a strong body again, your heart has been calm, men and women love, and you don't want to finger it anymore, so you just recognize the name." ”

"Yizi?" Wu Xingyao was a little surprised: "For thousands of years, I have never heard of a famous son under the knee of a senior!"

Ji Shuqi smiled unnaturally and said, "That was a thousand years ago, and he is no longer there, no more." ”

However, Tian Ze suddenly broke out in a cold sweat at this time, and the teacup in his hand was knocked over to the ground.

Wu Xingyao looked at Tianze suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?

Tian Ze smirked twice and said, "It's caused by a momentary hurry, and it's not in the way." ”

Immediately, the three of them chatted for a long time, and then they separated and rested.

Out of the pear orchard, Wu Xingyao stopped Tianze and said, "What did you just discover? ”

Tian Ze said with a solemn face: "Murderous!"

"Murderous aura?" Wu Xingyao didn't believe it, he was a monk of the Ascension Realm, how could he not detect the murderous aura, but was noticed by a young monk of the Jindan Realm.

Tianze didn't want to say more, so he said goodbye to Wu Xingyao and left in a hurry.

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After returning to Yuyuanju, Liu Suqing was still sitting on a chair and waiting for herself while cultivating.

Seeing Tianze come back, Liu Suqing hurriedly greeted him, and complained a little: "Why have you been going for so long?"

Tian Ze said: "I talked to my seniors about Jian Yuan, and then sat in the dean's pear garden for a while, why, you just missed me like this after a moment of separation?"

Liu Suqing's cheeks were crimson and she didn't reply, and quietly untied Tianze's wide clothes.

But Tian Ze's thoughts were still stuck in the pear orchard, and the killing intent that came out of Ji Shuqi's body at that moment was extremely small, but it was extremely pure, like refined iron tempered for thousands of years.

"What is the husband thinking?" Liu Suqing put Tianze's clothes on the hanger and asked suspiciously.

Tian Ze smiled faintly and pulled Liu Suqing's hands, the two of them gently leaned on the side of the bed, and then said: "I was chatting with the dean in the pear orchard just now, but when the dean mentioned his righteous son, there was a murderous intent on his body, which made me shudder. ”

"Yizi?" Liu Suqing was puzzled: "I asked Teacher Yiyunmu about the dean's situation before, but she said that the dean has always been alone and doesn't have any relatives, why did Yizi say it?"

"There is no righteous son? Could it be that there is another hidden secret in it?" Tian Ze asked again: "About the dean, do you know anything unusually special?"

"Something special?" Liu Suqing lowered her head and thought for a long time, and suddenly thought of one thing: "I heard Teacher Yun Mu say that the dean will go to Fuyao Twelve Taos in Sixian Lake every eighth day of the lunar month to live for a day. ”

"Fuyao Twelve, what a strange name, what is it doing there?"

Liu Suqing pouted and said, "I don't know, I only heard that it is in Sixian Lake, but even Teacher Yiyunmu has never been there." ”

"So mysterious?" Tian Ze thought for a moment and said, "Let's go there when we find time, I guess the bluestone bead must be here!"

Liu Suqing nodded, and then rubbed it affectionately into Tianze's arms, the meaning of which is self-evident.

Seeing this, Tian Ze showed an evil smile, and pulled the quilt over to go to the realm of bliss together.

Unexpectedly, Liu Suqing put her arms against her chest and said, "I have something to tell you." ”

Tianze had so much to do, he stretched out his hand and wanted to ask for it: "I'll talk about it after I'm done!"

"No!

Tian Ze was tortured and had no temper, so he could only temporarily pass the addiction: "Say it, I'll listen." ”