People are people, lamps are lights, how can they be a thing?

And the flames and embers......

Hmm, is there a big difference?

Hearing the sad words, the lamp-burning boy blinked blankly, only to feel that the simple thoughts in his little brain were suddenly surrounded by her.

It's not right to think this way, it's not right to think that way.

"What, you, she, flames, and embers, are you talking about human words? I don't understand ......."

It is ignorant, confused, and really interesting.

When he saw the sorrow, he immediately laughed out loud.

It's just that she didn't want to explain it clearly, although the spirit of heaven and earth can always empathize with each other when they encounter the right opportunity, and understand everything that the other person understands. But obviously, for the Lamp Boy, this time has not yet come.

She held out her finger and tapped its head lightly, saying, "I hope you won't have a day when you can understand." ”

"Huh?"

It's really outrageous the more you talk about it.

The little man lying on the edge of the lamp was at once upset, and his face was wrinkled into a small ball, and his eyes widened and he stared at sorrow, as if she had said something unforgivable.

I saw the sorrow, but I didn't take it to heart.

In her eyes, this boy is about the same as "a young man who doesn't know the taste of sorrow", so she is very tolerant of it in her heart.

At this moment, looking around, I saw that the moonlight was sinking, and the galaxy in the sky that seemed to be swayed by a person's pen gradually faded and became dim.

Between the mountains to the east, there is already a faint white fish belly.

God, it will soon be dawn.

The lamp oil in the lotus pot is much shallower, and the bottom is faintly visible.

Under the light of the surrounding sky, which was gradually brightening, the originally dim lights were like a lonely boat floating on the river, swaying and trembling.

The lamp-burning boy looked a little sleepy, so he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"It's time for me to go. ”

Seeing that he was worried, he got up, but he was standing on this higher peak, looking down at the temples and temples of Zen Buddhism below, the pure and simple walls and tiles, all wrapped in a thin mist, silent in the faint morning light.

After all, trapped in Sumeru mustard for too long.

Twenty years have passed in a flash, and the situation between the Nineteen Continents and the Extreme Region has changed again, and the Yashan side is bound to be worried about her safety, although most of them now know that she is safe, but it is better for her to go back early.

This matter should be concluded as soon as possible.

"Are you leaving?"

The lantern boy woke up a little, although he didn't say a word to her all night, but probably because she was the current her, so he was a little reluctant.

Seeing sorrow, he nodded, but he was open-minded: "This night, thank you for this lotus lamp." ”

"Will you come again?

When the lantern boy saw that she was leaving, he hurriedly asked again.

Seeing the sorrowful footsteps, he stopped and muttered for a moment, only to reply: "Whether I come or not depends on fate; ”

Fate, choice?

Why still don't you understand?

The lamp-burning boy was a little angry, his cheeks bulged, and finally he stopped asking her angrily, and just watched her walk away like a child who didn't get candy.

All enlightenment came overnight.

As for what to do with the banshee, he was no longer confused in his heart, and he had a clear decision.

Farewell to the lantern boy, she stepped on the gradually brightening skylight, stepped on the path covered with moss in the crevices, left the ember pond that contained the love and hatred of the world, and went down the mountain with the lamp sword.

Halfway through the road, I haven't returned to the Zen monastery.

On the narrow and steep mountain path ahead, a snow-white figure appeared.

is a monk.

On the rather angular face, the cold morning mist around him is condensed, and the slightly constricted eyes reveal a kind of silence. A monk's robe is snow-white, full of heaven and man, with ruthless and insensible indifference, and also without sadness and joy.

But those eyebrows and eyes hide a silent that seems to be ruthless......

I can't see cultivation at all, but I don't feel like an ordinary person at all.

I didn't expect to meet people on this mountain road at this hour, and I was a little curious and surprised for a while.

The monk also saw her, but he didn't know if he knew about it for a long time, or if he was indifferent, and he didn't react much.

The two approached and exchanged a photo.

Seeing that I was worried, I didn't know what to call the other party, and there was a feeling that I shouldn't speak at the moment, so I stopped my footsteps slightly, and only bowed to the monk and made a mockery.

The monk looked at her, returned the salute, and walked past her.

The corners of the snow-white monk's robe were already soaked from the grass, trees, flowers and leaves in the mountains, but the monk didn't seem to notice, or maybe he didn't care about these little things.

In his heart, he does not have these external objects.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and they soon disappeared into the winding mountain paths.

Also go to the Ember Pool?

Several eminent monks in Zen Buddhism don't know much about sorrow, but if you want to say that you can completely match the monk you just met, only the legendary one of the three masters is the highest Zen master of Xuelang.

People outside always call him a love monk.

She didn't know what kind of story this Zen master had, but she expected that there were many beings in this world, and she could see through a lot of them, and even more that she couldn't see through.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you can see through it, or if you can't see through it......

It doesn't matter, the important thing is to see your heart clearly in the fog.

So although I felt that this encounter was very strange, the identity of the other party was confused, and I didn't think much about it when I saw it, but I quickly withdrew my gaze and still went down the mountain.

On the way, the sound of the flying flower jade flute can be faintly heard.

It came from the mountains, maybe the monk was playing, right?

Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles.

In this tune, there is an endless lingering and lovesick tenderness......

She listened to the tune and went down the mountain.

At this time, a round of red sun just emerged from the mountain a little outline, the crimson glow decorated the entire Zen temple, on the bell and drum towers on both sides of the Tianwang Palace, the sound of the morning bell and dusk drum was struck, and it echoed leisurely.

In the distance, waves also rose on the surface of the sea.

The Thousand Buddha Hall is behind the Lixue Pavilion, which is a large hall at the back of the main temple of Zen Buddhism, which enshrines countless Buddhas of all sizes, and at this moment it is holding the banshee that turned out of the ember pool.

When I saw that I was worried in front of the temple, the sound of bells and drums was over.

Her steps stopped.

I thought that I would be the first to come here when I came down from the mountain, but I didn't expect that someone would be earlier than her.

A sarcastic smile hung on his lips, and he walked over again, stood beside the man, and looked up at the high plaque of the great hall in front of him.

"Xie Daoyou has been here for a while, why don't you go in?"

Xie Buchen has indeed been here for a while.

He was dressed in a clean green robe, tilted his head slightly, raised his eyes, and the profound clarity and elegance in his facial features, blended with the nobility in the meaning, and was not reduced by half a point because of his too indifferent expression.

He heard the sorrowful words, but he did not say anything.

At this time, the sky was not completely bright, although the door of the main hall was open, but it was dim inside, and only those dim candles could be seen, and the figures could not be seen clearly.

Although Xie Buchen didn't say it, how could he not know the reason when he was worried?

The existence inside is of course a demon that is different from people, but at the same time, it is also the past that everything has been left behind by her.

Even she herself took a long time to accept it, and it wasn't until this morning that she had an epiphany before she dared to come, how could Xie Buchen be careless for a while?

Seeing that he was worried, he understood in his heart, but at this time, he pretended not to know, and waved his hand to him, smiled, and said, "Please-"

Xie Buchen finally turned his head to look at her.

Between her delicate and tranquil eyebrows and eyes, there is only a deep and waveless calm, and there is no deep hatred and buried hatred, only the kind of calm and rational, and deeply hidden disdain and disagreement.

The sorrow in front of you is not the sorrow of the past.

This obvious distinction and division suddenly surfaced in my heart at this moment.

Xie Buchen remembered the various situations of the banshee he had seen yesterday, and he actually felt a disturbance in his clear mind. In Sumeru, in terms of sorrow, it is 400 years of lonely cultivation, but for him, it is 500 years of cultivation and 500 years of suffering.

It's just because she is ruthless to him, and he still loves him.

Every time you get along, love and love will go up.

In the past five hundred years, how much his cultivation has risen, how much his inner demons have risen.

So in those five hundred years, he had not been without a strange suspicion in his heart.

A trip to the snowy region, the top of the nine doubts, and the mustard seeds in Sumeru, are indeed full of opportunities, but they are also full of dangers. Especially his demons......

Hengxu real person, didn't you really notice it at all?

Xie Buchen moved his gaze back, and only suppressed the feeling of extreme suffering in his heart. His steps were as calm as his face, and after seeing the word "please" landing, he stepped in.

The outside of the hall looked dim, but after stepping in, it felt bright again.

Seeing that he was not lagging behind, he walked into the hall with Xie Buchen one after another, and with only a blink of an eye, he had already adapted to the light in the hall that was a little darker than the outside.

The hall is not flat, and there are seven steps at the front, which means the number of seven levels of floating Buddha in the Buddhist gate.

When the banshee saw this, she sat cross-legged on the futon at the top of the steps.

You can't see your back.

Seeing sorrow is also the first time to see the back of "yourself" from the rear.

It looks slightly slender, but because the back is straight, it looks extraordinarily straight. The light and shadow in the hall are reflected in the back, adding an almost psychedelic isolation.

On the surrounding walls, colorful paintings are lingering, and thousands of Buddhas are around.

She sat in the gaze of the thousand Buddhas, without moving, like a lifeless statue like a few Buddha statues in front of her.

Solemn, without the slightest demonic spirit.

There are no complicated formations and talismans on the ground, only a simple golden circle, which is not particularly round, and there is no sense of striving for regularity.

But because of this, there is a kind of Zen that reaches the heavens.

It is to draw the ground as a dungeon, and enclose the seven steps in it.

The banshee sat in this "prison" when she saw her sorrow, and she couldn't go out a single step.

When she saw Chou and Xie Buchen coming, she had already noticed it, but she raised her head and stared at the statue in front of her for a long time before she got up and turned to face the two of them.

They stood on the left and right, but there was a clear distance between them, as if no one had anything to do with anyone. But such a scene, in her eyes, has become an infinite irony.

It's just that their calm and complicated expressions are too similar.

"If it weren't for the deep hatred, the two of you would indeed be a pair made in heaven and a pair set on earth. The same ruthlessness, the same conceit......"

The banshee's sorrowful gaze moved from the sorrowful body to Xie Buchen, and suddenly smiled.

"I am everything she has left behind and given up, old love, old love, old fetters. When you look at me at this moment, do you feel that your liver and intestines are broken, or is it heartbreaking?"

Her eyes were too straight, too sharp, like a knife. And this knife was rightly inserted into Xie Buchen's heart.

He closed his eyes.

It seems that in this way, you can be quiet, settle down, and be free from all kinds of troubles around you. But next to his ears, there was the sound of footsteps, and then a slightly cold fingertip stretched out and pointed at his jaw.

"Don't you just want to see clearly?" A chuckle sounded, it was the same voice as the sorrow, and the banshee had already come to him when she saw the sorrow, "Why do you close your eyes?"

The little coolness on the fingertips penetrated into the bottom of my heart almost instantly.

Xie Buchen opened his eyes.

The banshee's face, which is no different from seeing sorrow, is close at hand. At some point, she had come down from the highest staircase, stood on the lowest staircase, and looked at him with those eyes that seemed to be affectionate.

It seems to be affectionate.

That's it.

"Actually, I've always had a question that I want to ask a smart guy like you. ”

Her voice was low, and her eyes were shallow, as if she could see the bottom at a glance. But when you really look into it, you feel that it is a sea and an abyss.

Xie Buchen didn't blink, he saw it clearly.

He still looked very calm, but the bottom of his eyes and heart were withered. There are no green mountains and clear waters, lush branches and leaves, only the thorns are all over, the Gobi yellow sand, the vicissitudes of life and desolation.

Only he knows how he feels at this moment.

The banshee leaned over and approached him.

The slender index finger was still on his chin, and he lowered his head and dropped a kiss as soft as a snowflake, like water.

It should have been all kinds of restraints, but her posture at the moment was like looking down and towering up.

So, such a kiss looks like a careless gift, even a charity!

Xie Buchen's standing figure suddenly stiffened for a moment.

Waves instantly stirred up in his heart, and he tried his best to suppress them, but they were so turbulent that they almost burned through his entire chest!

Although his face was still calm, the coldness of his eyes suddenly closed revealed that he was like a great enemy!

However......

When he raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw the worried gaze of the banshee, everything was frozen in an instant, and the sharp blade pierced him without reservation this time!

Under her eyes, there is no tenderness, let alone love.

Yes, it is just merciless sarcasm, seemingly merciful pity, all kinds of ridicule, there is no need to say a word at all, just this look is enough to make people understand.

She did it on purpose.

Xie Buchen has always been a person who is calm to the extreme, and can even be regarded as cold.

He can clearly divide his love and hate from the avenue, and he can also measure all the schemes, desires, and hearts of people that can be measured anytime and anywhere. Even knowing that loss will make you miserable, but once you need to make a choice and need to give up, you will cut it off mercilessly.

Reason, as always.

But this doesn't mean a complete divestment.

The love for sorrow cannot be extinguished because she still exists. He could clearly and indifferently feel the torment and pain of his body and even his soul......

Burning coldly, intellectually mad.

"Poor and hateful ......"

The banshee's sorrowful gaze seemed to penetrate his shell and see everything in the depths of his soul, so she seemed to feel a little pleasure, and laughed, and asked the question she had wanted to ask.

"Xie Buchen, you say, one is now, one is in the past, which one do you love more?"

“……”

The sorrow of the cold bystanders finally didn't hold back, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

She didn't feel any demonic aura from this banshee before, but the other party's words and deeds were indeed the wanton and evil spirit of the demon.

Fang Cai's behavior was obviously a little offensive......

It can be seen that she didn't pay attention to her at all, and she felt a little appreciative of her grace-like posture.

It's just the moment......

The question she asked, under this circumstance, really reveals a flavor that is so complex that it is difficult to explain.

The banshee only stared at Xie Buchen when she saw sorrow.

He didn't say anything for a long time, and the bloody breath in his throat was already surging up, and he closed his eyes slightly.

Actually, the banshee thinks she knows the answer. But she thought he wouldn't answer.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when she laughed and turned around, Xie Buchen's eyes that were hiding endless changes opened again, and the bottom of his eyes was already clear.

The answer, which was calm and sure, said, "Not you." ”