Qingqing didn't know what she was doing, or even who she was anymore.

It was too inexplicable shock, a strange change in a short period of time, and she seemed to have become another person.

Everything is stopped, everything is over, and there is only one thought in my heart...... She was going to find him, at all costs, to find him.

In fact, she did find him, and he was there, and it seemed to be there all along. When she conjured the Qingfeng Sword, stood in the depths of the jasper bamboo forest, and stood in front of him coldly, she was suddenly stunned. She didn't know why she wanted to find him, what attitude and attitude she should have and what kind of attitude she should say to him......

The slender bamboo leaves rubbed and danced against the bamboo joints, and the green breeze in the bamboo forest blew her satin hair like the most vigorous seaweed.

His gaze is compassionate and peaceful, his posture is kind and serene, his red and gold robe is full of golden light, and his monk's robe is spotless......

What kind of long-cherished relationship does he have with her?

The heart is separated from the rope, the love is separated from the rope, a thousand years of farewell, and it is difficult to go back to yesterday, Mo Momo......

It seems that all the frenzy and Luo Tuo have turned into irrepressible anger at this moment, and the waves are surging for a moment: "Fahai, I will kill you today, let you do it again to make my sister!" It was clearly not her intention, but she had to find this reason to say so, because even she didn't know what she meant by it.

Like weaving clear light and arrays of blue bamboo halos reflect each other into a green sea, in this vast Qinghai with hidden waves, she has lost a piece of her heart......

Fahai didn't move, and when the blade of Qingfeng's sword hit his chest and bit him hard, he still didn't move.

The sharp blade stabbed into the robe-covered chest with a "whirl", but no blood splattered out. It is not Fahai who is very painful, but Qingqing......

The Qingfeng Sword she held in her hand, along with her people, met Fahai together. In the end, they pierced Fahai's chest again. It was just a light and shadow, an illusion, not real flesh and blood.

"Fahai! Thief bald!" Unable to stab, Qingqing, who was brought by the huge force, staggered, and his whole body almost fell, "You come out! Come out!" raised his sword and looked around, but among the clusters of greenery, he could not find Fahai's whereabouts, "You dare to trick me...... Get out of here!"

Only intermittently a proverbial ethereal arose, in the void: "Thou hast borne my life, and thou hast repaid thy debts, thinking that karma, after hundreds of eons, is always in life and death." Thou hast loved my heart, and thou hast pity thy colour, and thou hast been entangled by karma, through a thousand eons. Only killing, stealing, and prostitution are fundamental. With karma, karma and effect are continuous. ”

"What are you talking about! Come out! Come out for me!" The voice was like a life-destroying spell, and Qingqing was shocked for a moment and felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. In a panic, he threw away the Qingfeng sword that he was clenching, raised his hands and held his head with his fingers.

"Dissent becomes hatred, and the same desire becomes love. That's why Ananda. Although you have been reminiscent of the secret and strict of the world, it is better to cultivate without leakage in one day, and stay away from the world's hatred and love......"

The urging words are still intermittent, but they are still very clear in the ears.

Qingqing was hysterical, and now he was invisibly imprisoned by this seemingly non-matching scripture, and suddenly his body was weak, his limbs were weak, and he was dizzy and suddenly fell into a position, and hurriedly raised his hand to grasp a black bamboo to support his crumbling body.

The scriptures are continuous, and the Sanskrit sounds are like a tide. Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the ears. Qingqing had a splitting headache, and suddenly felt a burst of images in front of her in the dark of pain, and I didn't know if it was seen or in my mind......

The hall is full of candle shadows, the green gauze curtain is flying, and everything is like a dream.

The brocade couch is soft embroidered with flounder and mandarin duck.

Plain white, fresh gardenias.

Naked and ambiguous people hugging each other......

As soon as the picture turned, a very sad feeling soaked in the surroundings, and the light blue and white sky was so high that it seemed like a bottomless abyss. That's like ...... Qingcheng Mountain?

A green and a blue style is a peerless figure. A ruthless man with half of his face crumbled and rotten. Two pairs of red eyes. The woman drank with grief and hid her inexplicable gaze......

This gaze is too complex and too simple, as if he has seen through everything, and it seems that he has never understood anything. If I had to add a definition to this gaze, it would be ---- "everything goes".

Qingqing really felt that she was overwhelmed, and suddenly, the sound in her ears was no longer there, and it was replaced by countless kinds of words with different heights and different emotions......

"If you do sins like this, your karma will be very deep, and it will always be bad. ”

"Baby, my baby...... If we talk about this, we are already deeply sinful...... Oh no, it's doomed. ”

It was as if he had fallen from an ambiguous paradise to the eighteenth floor of purgatory, surrounded by a deep haze and bitter rain that he did not want to recall in several lifetimes.

"You ugly slave with no skin and no face! Arrogant minister! Is your affection for your woman so important that you want to die!"

"Let me know what love is, isn't it your majesty!"

The wind howls and the dust mocks. A cold tone, a choked and trembling voice......

"I'll give you one last chance. Throw away the sword in your hand, forget the past, and go back to the past...... I will not kill you, I will not hold you accountable. ”

"It's too late!"

It is as if the dying soul is unwilling to extinguish its last longing, and lingers on the edge of the abyss of bottomless pain, deceiving itself......

"You've really, never really loved me, not once?"

"No, never! Not once!"

"Ah----h

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As if the years passed and I didn't know the fit, the heart of the demon obstacle found some kind of long-lost opportunity, and there was a vivid and incisive extreme explosion that seemed unreasonable......

I don't know how long I slept in this bone-eroding darkness, but when Qingqing opened her eyes, she found that most of her green silk had been wet by the morning dew, and it was scattered on her body, and some messy hems of her clothes accidentally hooked a cross-cut and fallen ink bamboo next to her.

Thinking about the vicious battle she found in Fahai yesterday, she had exhausted a lot of her vitality! Qingqing raised her hand and rubbed her sore joints, and she had a splitting headache when she thought about it for a little bit about what she saw and heard before she fainted. She really couldn't understand the messy and fragmented grief fragments. was at a loss for a while, so she just thought it was Fahai's magic on her.

Fahai ......

Thinking of this, Qingqing turned her eyes around in a panic, only to find that Fahai was no longer there. And she herself seems to have slept all night in this large bamboo forest.

"Qing'er ----"

The soft voice seemed to ripple not far away.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, are you there?"

Little by little, from far to near.

When Qingqing heard it, she immediately recognized Bai Maonu's voice, and hurriedly stood up and responded to her: "Sister----"

"Qing'er ......" Mao Nu turned around with a snort, and saw Qingqing standing haggard among a few scattered ink bamboos.

"Sister, I'm here!" As he spoke, Qingqing had already walked over to Bai Maonu, raised his eyelids and smiled, "Sister, you're here." ”

"Hmm. Bai Mao Nu nodded. Looking at her appearance, the results of yesterday can be imagined, and she did not ask about the details of the battle with Fahai, "How are you?"

"Me?" "I went crazy yesterday, and now I can't figure it out when I think about it. A shallow smile, "I'm fine." ”

Bai Mao Nu looked Qingqing up and down, and saw that she was really fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought to himself: "What about Fahai?"

"I don't know. Qingqing pouted her lips and spread her hands, and also swept around, "I fought with him yesterday, and then fainted here, and I didn't find him when I woke up." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a palpitation, his hand touched his heart, and his willow eyebrows were entangled.

"Sister?" Seeing Bai Mao Nu like this, Qing Qing hurriedly raised his hand to support her, "Is it uncomfortable?" and turned his eyes again, muttering to himself, "I only heard that mortals are harmful to happiness, but I didn't expect ......"

"Okay Qing'er. After Qingqing's support, after a short rest, Mao Nu did not feel any discomfort. But she didn't have the heart to joke with Qingqing. The feeling of palpitations in Fang Cai's heart was so real and difficult that it was so real that she could clearly sense that something was wrong.

What's wrong......

Thinking like this, Bai Mao Nu suddenly bent his jade fingers and pinched his fingers, and his calm face suddenly changed at this time: "Suffered!"

"What's the matter, sister?" was so emotional that Qingqing was also stunned.

Mao Nu turned his head sideways: "I was just looking for you, and I was transferred from the mountain by Fahai......!"

Qingqing and Bai Mao Nu glanced at each other, the two of them would be attentive, and they didn't dare to hesitate any longer, so they hurriedly flew to the security hall.

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Business in Baoan Tong is still not very good today.

After all, it is a crude medicine shop, and this kind of medicine shop is not uncommon in Gusu City, and this person is sick and sick, and it is not better than three fixed meals a day, and the entrance hall is cold. Xu Xuanzan is very open.

However, Xu Xuanzan was now sitting in front of a small table in the security hall, bowing his head and concentrating on reading medical books and researching new medicinal recipes. Suddenly, he was startled by the sound of unhurried footsteps.

When he suddenly looked up, he saw a middle-aged Zen master dressed in monk's robes, wearing a robe on his shoulders and holding a Zen staff, steadily entering.

This Zen master with beautiful eyebrows and handsome eyebrows...... Is it so familiar?

After thinking for a moment, Xu Xuanzan suddenly stirred, and hurriedly got up and walked a few steps over to greet him: "You are ......" frowned slightly, "The abbot master in Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple that day, Master Fahai?"

The person who came smiled, saluted with one palm, and his eyebrows were calm and peaceful: "Amitabha." The poor monk is none other than Fahai. ”