In the dead of night, half a world of joy and sorrow is like a dream, and the autumn is full of green cities. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lingyin finished eating the jade-faced scholar, gently wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at the dark night sky without a trace of light while holding his slightly aching chest.

The ground was full of broken flesh and bones, and the bloody breath was filled with the cold wind, and the soul of the jade-faced scholar cried miserably, Lingyin thought he was annoyed, frowned, and waved out a palm, scattering it.

"Demon, you dare to kill in vain" Huitong's figure suddenly appeared in front of the window, frightened Lingyin into a clever wit.

Huitong's eyebrows were stern, and he slapped the 'swastika' character Buddha seal with one palm, hitting the door of the house, and the grass house in the small courtyard disappeared in an instant, leaving only two old trees and a huge bare rock, and above the bare rock was the remains of the jade-faced scholar.

"Hmph, if you hadn't injured me, how would I have been forced to kill?" Lingyin saw that there was no expression of affection between his eyebrows, and his heart was as cold as ice in an instant, and he hummed.

"You are stained with my golden body Buddha light every day, so that you have today's cultivation, but in the end you will harm people's names, today, the poor monk must be righteous and righteous" Hui Tong said, a golden light shot out from his forehead, turning into a huge Buddha palm in mid-air, and slapped on the top of Lingyin's head.

Lingyin screamed, and in an instant, his clothes were shattered, his back was full of colorful wings, and his slender waist was twisted, and his original form appeared.

Huitong stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped up out of thin air, raised his hand and pushed out a palm to hit Lingyin's back, and then kicked out, drawing several golden streamers in mid-air, and the Dao Dao superimposed like a torrent, bombarding Lingyin's demon body one after another, after three screams, the demon body exploded into ten thousand points of bright light, and flew away from the wilderness in a disintegrating manner.

"Huitong, today you destroyed my demon bones and scattered my cultivation, it day, I will definitely come to seek revenge" There was a woman's sad and sad roar in the distant void, and the Buddha light of the word "swastika" between Huitong's forehead flickered a few times and then disappeared, and a fishy sweet spring exploded in his chest, gushing out of the corners of his lips, and then he plopped, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness.

Huitong woke up again in a small farm yard, his hands folded on the table, his fair skin had been pressed and blocked, and there seemed to be a viscous liquid remaining on it, he wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips depressedly, Huitong stood up, and was about to move his numb legs and feet, but was stunned by a strand of hair hanging down his shoulders.

"Husband, what are you doing stupidly, why don't you come and help me dry my clothes" A fair-skinned and beautiful young woman was standing at the gate of the courtyard, putting the wooden basin on the ground, a pair of hands as white as jade, and the fingertips were slightly red, perhaps because they had just been stained with water droplets.

"Are you ......." Huitong asked as he stood there, confused.

"I'm a flower, your lady, stupid princess" The woman's eyebrows were picturesque, and her smile was full of clarity and elegance, although it was only a coarse cloth shirt, but it couldn't hide the delicate and beautiful face.

"Lady?" Huitong was a little vague, he remembered that he was a monk, could a monk still marry?

"Yes, fool, are you sleeping stupidly," the woman said, stretching out her fingers and tapping them on Huitong's forehead.

The cold touch made him wake up at once, and he looked around at the lush old trees, and a few hens were clucking in the quiet little yard, sometimes getting out of the cracks in the not compact fence, and then getting in, which was quite interesting to watch.

"Aren't I a monk?" Huitong was a little confused, his mind was in a mess, and it seemed that after a little thought, it was like his brain bursting, and he couldn't help but squat down, covering his forehead with both hands, looking like he was in pain.

"Husband, what's wrong with you? How can a good person say that he is a monk" Lianhua stepped forward and pulled his arm away, and hugged him in pain.

"I can't remember, my head hurts" Huitong let himself lean on the woman's arms, and the faint fragrance of flowers and plants lingered around his nose, and he was instantly much more comfortable.

"I can't remember, don't remember anymore, you just need to remember that I am your wife" Lianhua said, pulling Huitong up, holding his hands together, his eyes were full of admiration and affection: "It may be that the wind is cold in autumn, it was cold when you fell asleep just now, let's go into the house"

Huitong nodded, and no longer thought about it, only to feel that the woman's smile was extremely gentle, and a pair of soft and tender hairs were also white and tender, and they were extremely comfortable to hold in the palm.

The two of them entered the house, and Huitong took off his shoes and coat, carefully covered him with the quilt, and smoothed his tightly knit brows with his fingertips, before continuing to be busy.

Washing and cooking, weaving and tailoring, picking flowers gently and industrious, beautiful and delicate, Huitong was gradually confused, as if he had forgotten the past, and worked with the farmers in the village every day.

At the beginning, when others saw him white and tender, delicate and weak, they secretly laughed in their hearts, but they didn't expect him to do farm work but extremely sharp and fast, holding a sickle, flying up and down, as if God helped, when others only harvested half an acre of wheat, he had already packed up the guys, carrying firewood to rush home, the people in the village gave a thumbs up, and naturally his fame spread farther and farther.

Whoever builds a house and harvests the fields is willing to ask him for help, and he himself does not care about the gains and losses, and he is even more loved by others.

Nianhua is diligent and thrifty, Huitong is young and capable, the couple instantly became the fragrant and sweet in the village, and the neighbors are also willing to come as guests, occasionally send some chickens, ducks and fish, eat and the like, Lianhua knows that Huitong does not eat meat and fishy temper, they all refuse one by one, and they really can't refuse, so they give it to a pair of lonely mothers and sons in the backyard to eat.

The widow was only in her early twenties, her husband had just died, and she was the only one left in the house with her two children, and her life was miserable, and she was always thinking about her and the two little children whenever she had something good.

She is a demon and can't give birth, so she loves children very much, especially when she sees Huitong playing with someone's baby, she can't help but touch her belly and sigh secretly.

Year after year, the village saw that her stomach never moved, and gradually more gossip, a few sisters who had made friends in the past have made suggestions, and Lianhua can only pretend to obey seriously, but she can't really do it.

Until one night, Huitong suddenly drunk and pushed the door in, pushed her down on the bed with a cold face, and under several kisses, Lianhua couldn't help crying.

Huitong let go of his hand, looked at her appearance, and couldn't help but regret it: "Lady, don't cry, it's me who is not good"

Lianhua didn't speak, but just kept shaking her head, and Huitong hugged her in her arms and whispered comforting: "If you don't have children, you won't have it, I will only marry you in this life, grow old together, and never separate."

Unexpectedly, after all the words, Lianhua cried more and more, almost silent, she reached out and pushed Huitong away, ran out of the door, and ran into the darkness.

"Lady, lady" Seeing this, Huitong was stunned for a moment, and then chased out.

Nianhua ran all the way to the river and stopped.

The moonlight is faint and cold, like water, reflecting a bright aura on the mirror-like surface of the river.

The aura gradually spread, revealing the face of an insect demon, the pale skin was not satisfied with layers of folds, the bean-black eyes were extremely strange and ugly, occupying half of the face's long mouth, two rows of fangs that could not bite each other were supported, and the pearl-white moth puff fell from above, spreading out on the water surface, spreading out into a circular film.

Lianhua was so frightened that she took half a step back, and hurriedly covered her face with a pair of hands, which was still delicate and smooth, and her facial features were beautiful.

"No, I must change my body" Lianhua said to herself, the demon light flashed in her eyes, and she turned around and drove away in the direction of the county seat.

Huitong chased all night, and did not find the flowers, the early morning dew wet his black hair and monk's robe, dejected walking on the path home, met a few village elders, but also lazy to say hello, back home, looking at the empty yard, the heart can't help but overflow a little sour and sad.

Lianhua came to the town alone, went out day and night, secretly searching, and really let her look at a young lady from a rich and noble family, who was extremely beautiful and knowledgeable, so she moved her mind to give up.

In the dead of night, the young lady just finished washing and bathing, turned off the light and lay on the bed, and blew out a breath of demonic breath from the flowers, completely stunning the maid and servant.

In the middle of the night, just after the time arrived, Lianhua drilled into the bed tent, turned into a real body, and sucked the forehead of the young lady, only to see a weak blue light slowly fly out and enter the mouth of Lianhua, which is the innate true spirit of people.

The woman's face changed from ruddy to pale and finally purple and blue, swallowed her last breath, and took the opportunity to get into her body, and after a long time, she came out again, changed into a human form, touched her own flesh, and left with a smile.

In the dead of night, in the quiet courtyard, Huitong suddenly sat alone, leaning on the cold wall, looking at the galaxy across the sky, confused again and again in his heart, for a moment he felt that the vast sky, the vast earth, there was no friendship of belonging.

When Lianhua pushed open the wooden door of the compound, what he saw was his dull wooden appearance, and for a while his heart was filled with wisps of bitterness and sweetness, and he couldn't help but cry aggrieved.

"You killed someone?" The 'swastika' character on Huitong's forehead suddenly appeared, and his expression was solemn, fading away from the confusion and loneliness, and becoming extremely indifferent, as if he should not exist in the red dust.

"Husband, you ......" Lianhua was suddenly startled, and he didn't expect that at this time, his Buddha body was in place, and he was indeed the innate true spirit of a new eater.

"That's it, I thought I could save you, but I didn't expect that it would eventually make you open the killing ring and become a demon, in this case, today Hugh blames the poor monk's subordinates for not showing mercy" Hui Tongyan, the golden light on the body is sheng, and in an instant it has changed from the appearance of a farmer to a white monk's robe, the top of the bright head, a palm of the Buddha's bone print, the 'swastika' character Buddha light shines, and the flower screams, and the original form appears in an instant.

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