Yan Ling's black brother still ran away without a trace after all, even if the police caught his younger brother, it would be useless, everything had been taken care of by this goods.

"Thank you for your kindness, you go! I'm tired, I don't need anyone's mercy, including you! Don't follow me anymore! Everything I have is gone, everything has nothing to do with you. Zhang Xiaoyao said to the girl in front of him, Zhao Hanyu.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Xiaoyao limped away again. At this time, Zhao Hanyu, the girl behind her, seemed to have all kinds of grievances, and she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and cried softly like pear blossoms with rain for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Hanyu! You're a good girl, and I'm already nothing, I can't owe you anything, let alone give you anything, so be it! It's a bit cruel to you, but then you'll know the difficulty and retreat!" Zhang Xiaoyao, who left, said softly.

"If life is only as it first seems, even so, you don't want to escape! If you are here, hope will not be lost. Zhao Hanyu wiped away his tears and said with a firm expression.

"Hahahaha......" Zhang Xiaoyao let out a burst of sad and indignant laughter, and his eyes were already hazy with tears.

Tears blurred vision

I can't see you clearly

A paradise in tears

Thousands of knots of love are entwined

Go and don't return

Tears washed away the memory

Converge into a small river and drift quietly

Deposited in a strange place

Until one day the soul is gone

Then pray to the heavens

Please give me one last tenderness

When you close your eyes and don't think of you

Sneak back to the past

Go see your smiling face

The teardrops seem to condense the pieces of memory and the inextricable love. The wind blew the tears dry, the memories were gone, and the smiling faces dissipated. Strange city, drifting away.

"Master Yiyuan, I have disappointed you again. Qiankun, Master Qingha, are you okay?"

"You are Zhang Xiaoyao? The former Oriental Killing God? Hmph! What a waste! We release a small black fish to test your depth, and I can easily destroy you with a breath! Huh! The meridians of the whole body are broken? You are still alive, even so, there are still 20 years to live at most!"

"Even ordinary people can't compare, and I don't know where you got into the eyes of the Holy Lord! Count yourself lucky, the Holy Lord has mercy on you and left you a small life, I can go back to pay for it!" A middle-aged man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoyao's eyes, stretched out a hand to hold Zhang Xiaoyao's neck, raised it high, and said contemptuously.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Zhang Xiaoyao coughed violently, and then sat down on the ground.

After repeated teasing and blows, Zhang Xiaoyao at this time was already curled up in a corner with a disgraced face, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the dream, Zhang Xiaoyao dreamed that he was held in the arms of a bald monk, galloping all the way up an unnamed mountain. The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, passing through one mountain after another, and finally seeing a looming archway, writing four golden Buddha characters: Wuliang Mountain Gate.

When Zhang Xiaoyao woke up again, he was already lying on a wooden bed in a meditation room, with a plain quilt and monotonous decoration. On the stone table, a simple green lamp and a set of bronze tea sets, on the table is a straw futon, on which sits an old monk, constantly beating a huge wooden fish. There was only a Buddha statue hanging on the wall, and nothing else, and the scene in the dream turned out to be real.

"Master Zhang, are you awake? The old man has been waiting for you for a long time! You can call me Master Wuxin!" said the long-bearded old monk who was sitting cross-legged.

"Wuxin, how can Wuxin be a master, can you still live if your heart is gone?" Zhang Xiaoyao said.

"One flower and one world, I have no heart, everything in the world can be my heart. If there is no heart, there is no pain, why bother with this disturbing world? Without a beginning and without a heart, the mind of a Buddha is manifested, so why fear life and death into reincarnation?" Master Wuxin said.

"Master Zhang, you have a relationship with my Buddha, why don't you enter my immeasurable mountain gate, even if you have no heart, you can cultivate the Buddha's heart. Master Heartless continued to persuade.

"No, I don't want to cultivate any Buddha mind! I don't change my original intention, it's for eternity, but also for protection. Even if I have nothing now, I will not give up hope of living. Thank you, Master Wuxin!" At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyao figured it out, his original intention has not changed, and there is hope in life.

Zhang Xiaoyao sat up suddenly, in a posture of a plate, even if there was no trace of true qi available in his body, it did not hinder Zhang Xiaoyao's own understanding. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyao finally figured out why he couldn't practice hard after death in the sixth move of Chaos Eternity.

Death and then life, mourning is greater than heart death, it turns out that it is not the body that dies and then lives, it turns out that the heart dies and then lives. Zhang Xiaoyao realized! He closed his eyes and entered the realm of epiphany.

"Master Zhang, good understanding! After all, I still have a fate with my Buddha!" At this moment, Master Wuxin smiled and got up to leave the meditation room.

On weekdays, Zhang Xiaoyao and the seven precepts, eight precepts and other small monks chant sutras and worship the Buddha together, wash and cook rice, water flowers and vegetables, and make tea and light rice. You don't have to think about the troubled world, you don't have to think about the scenes of the past, what about the gains and losses?

The green smoke and ancient incense burner are quiet in a corner. The Sanskrit bell washes the heart at dusk, and the wooden fish scriptures calm the soul. When is the sun and the moon heavy, the rain and fog disperse and the sky is clear.

Be a person who has something to do, not wasted, not decadent. Look at the mountains, look at the water, and look at the world with a clear heart and a calm mind. In the blink of an eye, he has been in the Boundless Mountain Gate for more than half a month.

On August 6, Zhang Xiaoyao bid farewell to the monks and left the Wuliang Mountain Gate alone.

On August 7, Zhang Xiaoyao returned home again, and after dinner, Zhang Xiaoyao opened the window of his room and quietly looked out of the window.

It's night, the bright moon is hanging high, and it's another year of Qixi Festival, and the dream is finally waking up, opening the pink diary, and writing down the lines of black handwriting.

Galaxy partition

The Weaver Girl weaves thousands of years of heartache

Yingying River Han

The Cowherd provoked the pathos of the century

Look far away

The cold moon and stars of the Queqiao are like a dream

Wake up from old dreams

The ancient road is bitter and bitter

Just a person quietly looking at the sky

There is no Tanabata in the mood

Indifferent, time can't remember the past

Empty white faint calm

This is my world

On Valentine's Day without a Valentine

Keep the past in your mind

Then wait quietly

Wait for the time to pass second by second

Wait until Tanabata is far away

And then put that little bit of memory that is about to drift away

Write it in a diary

Close your eyes again and look for the old shadows of yesterday

There is no stop

When I wake up from a dream, I go to be alone and quietly look at the night sky

Tanabata is fleeting

Tomorrow quietly moves forward

I don't know how many lovers end up married

I don't know how many obsessive people have lost their way

I don't know how many sad people eat their own misery

No matter what, close your eyes and bless silently

Speak of eternity in the depths of your heart