In Qingshan Village, when Xiao Tanhua went to clean up Li Fei, Feng Qingyan's spirit had already traveled the world.

In one thought, his spirit appeared hundreds of miles away, and in another thought, it appeared thousands of miles away......

He didn't know where he was going, but he just thought about it all his life, and the spirit appeared there. He thought about the snow-capped mountains, and in the blink of an eye, his spirit appeared in the snow-capped mountains, and he thought about the sea, and in an instant, he walked on the waves......

Whatever was in his mind, the spirit appeared there.

Gradually, there were more and more images in his mind, and his soul swept faster and faster, one time here, one time there......

As time passed, countless images appeared in his mind, like stars in the night sky, so many that he could not count them.

And, in the background of these images, it gradually became a little different.

However, Feng Qingyan didn't realize that he had fallen into a state of mystery and mystery, living and dying by thoughts, and his soul came and went......

It's like a dream, like a time travel.

At some point, in the midst of these countless images, a figure suddenly broke into his sight.

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, carrying an iron sword and a remnant piano behind him, wearing a light gray cloth robe, dressed in simple and unpretentious clothes, very ordinary student dress, and the whole person was not brilliant.

However, on that thin face, there were a pair of clear and abnormal eyes.

The eyes are dark, bright, and clear.

The young man stood in front of a big rock, raised his head slightly, and the people around him came, left, gathered, and dispersed, and he didn't move, just quietly stared at the two lines of words on the boulder.

At this time, Feng Qingyan suddenly woke up.

What's going on?

Why did a teenager suddenly break into his sight?

You know, in so many previous pictures, no one was able to break into his sight at all.

When Feng Qingyan was puzzled, he was also a little curious about what the young man was looking at, and he was so engrossed.

But when he tried to see, the picture became blurry, and he couldn't see what was written on the boulder.

Behind the young man, there stood an old servant with a large bookcase, probably in his sixties. The hair is gray, the face is old, and the thin body is slightly clumsy by the large bookcase, and it looks weak.

But suddenly, the old servant raised his head slightly, as if to look at him.

Feng Qingyan was shocked in his heart, was the old servant discovering him, or was it a coincidence?

At this point, he was fully conscious, and the image dissipated.

"What's going on?"

Feng Qingyan sat still, still like a wood carved clay sculpture, but a huge wave was set off in his mind. Could it be that in an instant, my soul has traveled through time and traveled to another world?

It's a possibility.

"Huh?"

At this time, Feng Qingyan couldn't remember what the young man looked like, only knowing that the other party was carrying an iron sword and a guqin.

Also, the eyes were dark, bright, and clear.

After a while, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but shake his head, and he didn't know where he had traveled after his soul was out of his body.

However, he knew that there were heavens and worlds in the universe......

Therefore, he didn't think much about it, maybe it was just an instant, and his soul wandered into a world.

It's just that he doesn't know why, he always feels that this young man is very important, and he exudes a very special aura on his body.

In fact, Feng Qingyan couldn't tell if he had traveled to the heavens and worlds just now, or if he had a strange dream......

He was in a trance.

At this time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, looked up at the sky slightly, and then fell into deep thought.

Hey?

He suddenly felt that there seemed to be a faint wisp of resentment under the sky.

At this moment, he beckoned to the sky, and wisps of resentment gathered and fell into his hands.

"Is this a vain death?"

Feng Qingyan pondered it carefully, and found that these grievances were in vain.

The so-called unsuccessful death means that it is not the end of life, but due to suicide, disaster, war, accident, murder, etc.

Those who die unjustly are called vain deaths.

At this time, his brows furrowed slightly, if there are too many resentments in the world, it is indeed not a good thing, and it will have a serious impact on the living.

However, these resentments are very special, and even he is difficult to dispel.

Moreover, it is endless, and it cannot be extinguished at all......

Unless there is no one else who dies in vain.

But, is this possible?

This is also where Feng Qingyan finds it difficult.

Even if he is a cloudy son and has the power to reach the sky, there is nothing he can do about these vain resentments.

Of course, he can get rid of it little by little, but how much can he get rid of?

And he, has time?

Also, the dignified son of a cloudy sky, go to the world to expel the resentment of vain death?

And just when he felt troubled, a white-clothed figure suddenly appeared in his mind, it was an extremely handsome little monk.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, why did the little monk also break into his sight?

"However, this little monk is indeed extraordinary, and the Dharma is profound......

Feng Qingyan said lightly and fell into contemplation again.

Could it be that the little monk is a node?

In fact, when it comes to his realm, everything that can break into his sight is extraordinary. Or, in the dark, what does it mean......

And when he had just discovered the resentment of death in vain and was feeling troublesome, the little monk immediately broke into his sight.

Perhaps this shows that the little monk has a way to solve these vain grievances.

It has been several years since Ma Mian returned to the throne and met the little monk. At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't know where the little monk had gone......

But there's no hurry.

Since the figure of the little monk suddenly appeared in his mind at this time, he must meet again in the next time......

Moreover, he became more and more sure that the little monk must have a way to solve these resentments.

And at this moment, in the gloomy darkness somewhere, sat a lonely figure. He looked seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a set of white monk's robes, exuding a strong sense of Buddha nature and Zen, looking out of the world, like not eating fireworks in the world.

Moreover, he was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, and was very handsome.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

The sound of a wooden fish sounded in the dead darkness, but it was not abrupt.

The sound of this wooden fish can calm people's minds, calm people's hearts, and make the surrounding animals involuntarily lean up. And the little monk exudes a peaceful atmosphere, which makes the surrounding animals feel very friendly.

His monk's robe was white and spotless.

His face has long since lost his innocence, but he has seen Buddha nature.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The sound of the wooden fish was still ringing.

It's just that it's not any animal that is approaching him, but a disgruntled ghost who has died in vain......

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