Last time, Fu Nianjun dreamed of Zhou Yubai she met when she was a child, and the memories that were so faint that she forgot when she was a child were re-displayed in her mind in that direct way, forcing her to think of long-ago memories. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, even if he ordered this so-called dream incense this time, Fu Nianjun only felt that it might be the same as last time......

Memories of the past and memories can appear in unpredictable and unexpected ways.

Even when she was dreaming, she retained a bit of lucidity.

But she soon realized that she was wrong.

Where is this?

She felt as if she was standing under the porch of carved beams and paintings, surrounded by people, and in the courtyard in front of her there were dozens of pots of colorful peony flowers, lined with the sun, scorching and dazzling people's eyes.

Appreciating peonies, how could she have put up such a battle?

She was suddenly startled, not because of this unfamiliar scene, but because among the thousands of purple and red peonies, there was a pot that was particularly conspicuous.

A hint of turquoise.

Ou Jiabi.

Those three words came to her mind almost immediately.

In the Fu family before, she had talked to Lu Wanrong and a few other little ladies about this rare Oujia blue peony.

She didn't react much before she saw a short-handed kid, about five or six years old, running across the street, who ran towards her with his hands out, as if shouting ......

A-Niang.

Fu Nianjun was about to meet him, but she didn't have time to wait for him to run closer, and she didn't have time to see his face clearly, and her eyes were immediately covered by a thick darkness.

She suddenly came to her senses and sat up.

It was a very short dream, and she didn't even have a chance to speak, just two short fragments.

But these two clips were enough to scare her out of a cold sweat.

Fu Nianjun wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, picked up the burned after-dream incense, and opened the door.

Qi Zhaoruo was sitting under the porch in front of her door, casually shooting a stone at a branch not far away.

He was on good marks, and soon a bird called and flapped its wings and flew away.

He turned around, saw Fu Nianjun in such a situation, frowned and said, "Don't panic, it's just a dream." ”

Is it just a dream?

Fu Nianjun asked him urgently, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's not been an hour. He was still in the tea room......"

Fu Nianjun hurriedly turned his head and went to the tea room.

Qi Zhaoruo immediately followed.

Fu Nianjun held the incense burner in front of Zhu Yi'an, and said sincerely: "Can real people still have this incense?"

Zhu Yi'an shook his head: "No, Fu Jushi, do you want to take a sip of tea first." ”

Fu Nianjun calmed down and said, "It's too short, the time is too short, I can't see clearly." ”

"That's it. ”

Qi Zhaoruo came in from the door and interjected: "I used it for three days, and there was only one picture back and forth, which was hurried and short. ”

Zhu Yi'an said: "The cultivation of the poor path is not enough, and the effect of the dream incense is too short, no matter how many times you use it, the two laymen see the same result." ”

Fu Nianjun pursed his lips, and his back, which had been straight, was a little loose.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Yi'an smiled and said, "It seems that Fu Jushi has gained." ”

It was not in vain his efforts.

Qi Zhaoruo sat next to Fu Nianjun and said in a tone that could be called comforting:

"Don't be surprised, I feel like you, this dream is ...... It's so unreal. ”

He smiled wryly:

"Buddhism pays attention to reincarnation, so many past and present lives, maybe it doesn't matter what you have seen. ”

He felt that Fu Nianjun might be like him, and he was afraid of seeing the terrible scene.

After all, she's still a young lady.

Or was she dreaming of the night she killed her?

Qi Zhaoruo's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously went to peek at Fu Nianjun's expression, and found that she was just staring at her fingers in a daze, so he was a little relieved.

Zhu Yi'an shook his head and sighed, and emphasized again: "Qi Xiaoyou, as I said last time, what you have seen is the most unforgettable and profound origin in your heart, or it is the person or thing that affects you the most, and it is not an accident. ”

What Qi Zhaoruo saw was that he had blood on his hands and killed a person with a golden bow.

If he were asked to say it now, he would say that what he regretted the most might be that he killed Fu Nianjun that day.

But the person who shot him with a golden bow in the midst of the heavily armored soldiers, he asked himself if he had not, and he also knew that the two lives before and after him could not be so beautiful combined.

He wanted to believe Zhu Yi'an's words, but he couldn't explain it anyway.

"Fu Jushi, what did you dream about?"

Zhu Yi'an asked.

"Peony...... And the kids......"

Fu Nianjun twisted his eyebrows.

What she saw was not her previous life, as she had been.

There is no Fu Ning, no Lu Wanrong, and no Zhou Yubai.

There is no old man or old thing.

She almost had to doubt the reality of this dream like Qi Zhaoruo.

But she knew......

"That's not a previous life. ”

She said suddenly.

Qi Zhaoruo paused slightly.

Zhu Yi'an also frowned and stared at her.

"I see it...... A pot of green peonies. She said softly: "The green peony is called Ou Jiabi." ”

She raised her eyes and looked at Qi Zhaoruo, his expression was still the same, and Zhu Yi'an, who was opposite him, was also puzzled.

Yes, if Qi Zhao is not a person who loves flowers and cherishes flowers, how can he know this.

She sighed: "Ou Jiabi is a flower seed many years later, worth a thousand gold, there is no now, and there will be no in the past." So, how could that be a past life. ”

Qi Zhaoruo was struck by lightning.

And Zhu Yi'an closed his eyes and calmed his mind, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"You...... Are you sure?"

Qi Zhaoruo asked.

Fu Nianjun nodded, "I also saw a child who called me a mother." ”

"Who is he?"

Fu Nianjun shook his head.

Zhu Yi'an opened her eyes, and her eyes showed appreciation for this little lady.

She was very attentive, and in just one or two frames, she had probably already determined the answer.

Qi Zhaoruo turned his head and asked Zhu Yi'an: "Have you tried it for others?"

Zhu Yi paused and nodded slightly, "Two years ago, I had a lay disciple, because he didn't enter the Dao Gate, he was naturally a worldly person, and after he used it, he only remembered that he dreamed, but he didn't remember what he saw in the dream." ”

Fu Nianjun had an epiphany: "Just like the rumored Meng Po soup, the things of the past life have nothing to do with this life, so not everyone can see and remember it." ”

Zhu Yi'an nodded, "Fu Jushi's intelligence is rare in the world, so this incense can only be used by the two of you." ”

Qi Zhaoruo clenched his palms tightly, and said in his heart, not only that, I'm afraid there are people behind the scenes.

"The fate of the two of you is very human, and the poor road can be used as an analogy, the life of others is over, it is the end, and the two of you, this earthly entanglement has not been broken. ”

So they were able to see that scene with Hui Yumo, and they could also keep the memories of before they died.