The world in the mirror rotates thousands of times, and the people outside the mirror linger.

It is also true and false, a story through the ages.

The ancient tree of the sycamore burns leisurely, carrying the white clouds and streamers scattered in the water of a pond, and the water lily wakes up from the big dream and unfolds the arc. The red fish under the leaves are laughing, rolling the soil, and the soft worms are crawling on the middle pass, revealing the strength in the bones.

Dressed in purple, he was lying on the stone steps, the wine bottle in his hand rolled down, the corners of his mouth were closed, and his face was full of smiles.

He Zhidrunk looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were already moist for most of the time, and he called softly: "Auntie......"

Yesterday he saw a face that was neither worry-free nor sleeping, he really thought that he had left him, and now that he saw him again, he couldn't wait to rush up and hold her in his arms.

In fact, he did.

But what he touched was nothing more than nothingness, both carefree and close, and he slept very sweetly, but how could he clearly hear her gasp.

What he has in front of him is a living and carefree, and he has not yet met him.

"Uncle, look, my aunt is still alive. ”

Shen Yan looked carefree and didn't speak, just stepped forward and pulled He Zhidrunk to the side and patted him on the shoulder.

"Didn't you always want to know about your aunt's past? ”

God's words brought He Zhidrunk back to reality, his eyes were gloomy and carefree, all this was just a memory.

A golden light fell into the nameless liquor store, stinging her carefree eyes, and she cursed.

"Who doesn't have long eyes dares to disturb the owner's sleep!" After a slap of carefree blindness, the plane tree was broken in half and stuck in mid-air, but it was quickly restored by a golden light as before.

He waved his hand to wipe away the drunkenness, polished his eyes, and looked at it, wearing a robe, and above his head was a tight hoop that everyone knew but had never seen.

Neither worry-free slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said in a slightly playful tone: "Isn't this the famous Monkey King, how did you enter the Buddha Gate, the four major ones are empty, and you actually come to my wine shop to drink? Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will know, and you will be pressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years?"

"Amitabha, the owner is laughing, the little monk is not here to drink, but to make a deal with the owner. Fighting over the Buddha said slowly.

"Trading? The Great Sage is now a Buddha under the Buddha's door, the six roots are pure, and there are things that are not worry-free to trade with me, which is really a rare guest. ”

For thousands of years, the monks who came to the nameless wine shop except for the pure altar messenger incarnated by Marshal Tianpeng, there was only the monk who debated the machine and the Buddha in front of him.

"Why is the lord sarcastic about the little monks, all the thousands of people in the world have affection, flowers and trees, immortals and demons, all are emotional. "The voice of the Buddha is very modest, without the slightest arrogance and wanton in the past.

"The way you look now, I really feel a little strange. The voice of the carefree was a little weaker, but it was a little more regretful.

The king of the mountains is the king of all demons, and the difference between him and the former Demon Venerable Chirong is only three or two stone steps, which could have dominated the world, but now it is such a pattern.

I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate.

Fighting over the Buddha smiled, "The little monk has his own scale in his heart, and he has long known all kinds of things today, the little monk...... No regrets, that's enough. ”

He shook his head, sneered, looked at him coldly, and said, "If you don't regret it, why bother to come to my wine shop?

The words of worry-free instantly made the Dou Shengfu speechless, he came here indeed to fulfill his long-cherished wish in the past, it was love, and it was also a dream.

Looking at his frowning eyebrows, he sighed secretly, how could he not be the Demon Venerable who defeated the Buddha thousands of years ago?

They are all lonely and miserable people under the will of God.

After sweeping away the mess on the ground, he took a few jugs of wine from the wine cabinet and walked to the courtyard, glanced at the Dou Sheng, and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Dou Shengfo sat opposite Worry-free, looking at the wine in Worry-free's hand, as if remembering the past, and then the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. Shaking his head, he said, "Don't drink it." ”

He pursed the corners of his lips and drank alone.

"Could it be that what the TV series says is true?" He Zhidrunk watched the fight to defeat the Buddha, and said with doubts.

"What?" asked the god.

"There is a TV series in modern times, which tells the story of Monkey King and the Celestial Purple Fairy. He Zhizui replied, there are several versions of this story, movies, and TV series, and He Zhizui is very impressed.

Shen Yan smiled faintly, "Then the screenwriter of this TV series must be your aunt, and she is the only one who can write this down." ”

"Ah, auntie?" He Zhidrunk said in surprise, and then thought about it and felt that only Auntie, a scattered god, could do this, and He Zhidrunk also sneered.

"That aunt must have made a lot of money, otherwise where would she have bought so many cosmetics. ”

"Hey...... The wine in my wine shop is much better than the queen of heaven's elixir and jade liquid, and I don't even know how to taste it!"

"The owner doesn't have to be like this, in the past, the little monk became drunk, and he was also defeated by drunkenness, and the little monk will not drink again in this life. The voice of the Buddha was a little low, as if something had hurt him.

He withdrew his hand without worry, stood up, and was no longer reluctant, "I won't go around with you anymore, let's talk about it, what's wrong?"

"It's not that you don't know. ”

Not only worry-free, sneering, but also yes, she was still a witness more than 500 years ago, but unfortunately, the different paths of immortals and demons are the road of no return, and it is also the road to becoming a demon and a Buddha.

"It seems that you are really here for the Zixia Fairy, uncle, let me ask you. He Zhidrunk looked at the god and shouted, "Why did Zixia die, and how did she die?"

"It's just a bad fate. God's gaze was a little distant, and he was as much a witness to an indissoluble relationship as he was carefree.

More than 500 years ago, Erlang God Yang Jian was ordered to go to Buzhou Mountain to capture the Monkey King, and Zhenjun fought with the monkey for 300 rounds, and finally had a slight advantage......

Those memories that had long been buried in the dust were turned out by Yang Jian, it turned out that so much time had passed, the god shook his head, and looked at the fighting Buddha, it turned out that an obsession five hundred years ago, among a demon, was also worried for so long.

Come to think of it, they were wrong.

"I know what, the story that should be told still has to be told, otherwise there will be no dreams to build, this is the rule, and you don't know it. He took another sip of wine, then took a bottle of potpourri and placed it in front of him.

"Drink some, your mouth will dry later. "I changed into a comfortable position and waited for the story to begin.

Dou Shengfo narrowed his eyes, and seemed to return to his former high-spirited appearance......