In the barren mountain and ancient road, the smoke is filled, and the road ahead is looming, like an endless road, and two figures on the road are walking forward in small steps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ge Fengzhi looked at the back in front of him, as well as the slender jade hand that had been holding him since he was a child, this situation, in the twenty years since he went down the mountain, every day and night he was pulled into the dreamland, which will pull him back to the gorgeous sea of flowers before, the deepest memory.

"Father and Erniang are always fighting back and forth, leaving you in Naishan Cave and ignoring you, senior brother, you can go back to Zhengluo Palace with me!"

"That's not good!"

"What's so bad! Didn't Erniang snatch me from the Zhuoxi Sword Sect and exchange her for the palace master? I can also rob it, from now on, you will be the fast son-in-law of the east bed of the Zhengluo Palace, my Langjun of Shuhuixin! ”

"Senior sister! Don't pull so fast! Don't go any further, just be in the sea of flowers! ”

Twenty years later, it still hasn't changed, making him feel both familiar and strange.

"What are you thinking?" Shu Huixin called out and recalled Ge Fengzhi from her memories.

"The first time you pulled me!"

"How many times is it now!"

"Seventy-two!"

"Really? Why do I remember twenty-one thousand four hundred and forty-nine times! ”

"Thank you! Senior sister, every time I am lonely and lost, every time I stand on the edge of a nightmare, and when I am about to fall into the abyss, it is the gentle hands in your dreams that pull me back and return to the most beautiful dream and the most beautiful sea of flowers! ”

"As long as you're willing to come back! It's all in the past! ”

"Senior sister, don't you ask me why I haven't come back for twenty years?"

"Senior brother, didn't you ask me why I didn't look for you for twenty years?"

"Senior sister, when I went down the mountain in a momentary mood and was injured because of your distraction, would you blame me?"

"Senior brother, when I forgot you in the drunken sea of flowers, you fell into a coma, and you were exposed to the sun and rain for ten days and ten nights, will you blame me?"

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" Ge Fengzhi stopped and looked at the back in front of him suspiciously.

"Senior brother!" Shu Huixin also stopped, turned around, her beautiful face, gentle eyes, and heart-warming smile changed vaguely with the vicissitudes of time.

"Why do you knowingly ask, 20,000 dreams, aren't you talking enough? The love oath I made in front of the holy flower when I was young, dreaming and waking up together and living and dying together! There are many things that you and I don't have to say, as long as I pull you, you are willing to follow! ”

"Senior sister! Thank you! I'm sorry! ”

"Thank you for taking it, I'm sorry I can't stand it! Unless you have a weak heart! ”

"I really don't have a heart!"

"Then I'll accept it, go back quickly! I'm afraid Sister Chen can't wait! ”

"Hmmm! The mountain road is rugged, I'll hold you with Edgeworth! ”

"Don't!"

As she spoke, Shu Huixin couldn't help laughing, turned around and trotted forward, pulling Ge Fengzhi to stumble, as if she was back when she was a child.

Under a cliff, a narrow valley, a turbulent stream, the stream is flowing loudly, the stone road on the side is bumpy, twisting and turning, and a white shadow is slowly moving.

The gilded Buddha crown, fluttering silver hair, a white robe, a jade silk robe interlaced, three emerald willow sticks on the left, a Buddha with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, walks through the landscape.

"The smell of blood!"

The Buddha paused and walked briskly downstream.

Follow the smell to the outside of the valley, step through the gentle beach, under the waterfall two zhang high, a waterhole, the pool water is sparkling, there are white objects in the water, the Buddha walks into the water to take a closer look.

"Amitabha!"

I saw a **** female corpse lying in the water, with fair skin all over her body, full of wounds, and oozing blood in the water.

The Buddha put the wicker on the Buddha crown, bent down to pick up the female corpse in the water, walked to the shore, put it in the grass, and then untied the jade silk robe and spread it on the female corpse.

Brushing aside the messy hair on his face, revealing a pale face, several wounds oozed blood, and when he reached out, he was no longer breathing.

"The red face is thin, alas! Donor, your appearance of the poor monk has been recorded in my heart, after entering the city, I will look for your relatives and friends with a portrait, inform your misfortune, dust to dust, soil to earth, let the poor monk give you a ride! Amitabha! ”

The Buddha closed his eyes, folded his hands, bowed down, and then picked up the female corpse again and walked to the shore.

As soon as they arrived at the side of the road, a big man riding a tall horse and leading a group of people came towards him with a fierce look.

"The master is not empty! Hahaha! ”

"Amitabha! Donor, the poor monk has something important to deal with, please advise later! ”

The Buddha held the female corpse without changing his face, leaned forward slightly, and turned to the other side.

"Want to go? Fence it off! ”

At the sound of an order, several figures drew their weapons and surrounded the Buddha in the middle, and the big man rode to the Buddha and looked at the female corpse in his hand.

"Oh? Yulan robe, originally one of the four holy monks, known as the centering master of the non-chaotic saint Yi, disrespectful, disrespectful! ”

The big man leaned back and smiled, holding the horsewhip in both hands, and arching his hands perfunctorily.

"Seeing the smile, I hope that the donor will make it convenient, so that the deceased can be buried in peace!"

The Buddha bowed down again, humbly asking for help.

"The master is polite, he is very happy to give convenience to others, the master is a monk, not suitable for women, give me people, I will be able to let her be buried in peace!"

Dahan gradually accentuated his tone.

"Donor, the deceased is gone, grievances and grievances have disappeared, don't add more karma to your body, retribution cycle!"

"Retribution, it's easy to say, and the master knows that she is a kind person?"

"I don't know, I don't want to know, the poor monk only knows that death is great, donor, please give way!" The Buddha bowed down again.

"She is a shameless stinky **** in Nuanyu Township, a complete slut, and she is not worthy of such protection from the master!"

"All beings are equal, let alone human beings, the deceased has been tortured by you and others before her death, let her rest in peace!"

"This slut is not a person at all, in order to snatch money, seduce the young master of my family, take advantage of being happy with the young master, bite off the throat of the young master, even if such a slut dies 10,000 times, he can't accompany the life of the young master of my family!"

"Amitabha!" The Buddha closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Master, I respect you for a generation of monks, and it is rumored that you don't know martial arts, as long as you leave the slut, I will never embarrass the master!"

"When is the time for retribution, donor, let the dead rest in peace first! The poor monk is willing to go back with the benefactor, do a great Dharma for your young master, and recite the scriptures! ”

"Great monk, don't be ignorant, toast and don't drink and punish wine!"

The big man slapped the saddle and angrily pointed at the Buddha with his horsewhip, and the crowd laughed and slandered.

"I think it's because after he saw the woman's hue, he couldn't hold it anymore, so he let us go!"

"No, it won't! That's a dead man, the master has good taste! ”

One of them gave the Buddha a thumbs up, and the other patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Eh, you're a layman, these so-called monks are the most face-saving, of course they won't swagger around the Qinglou like us! And he is timid and afraid, he doesn't dare to cheat with others, he is afraid that his lover will leak, and he doesn't dare to kill after playing first, so he can only act in the name of Chaodu! ”

"Haha! I said too! ”

"Ahaha!!"

In the face of insults and ridicule, the Buddha still ignored them and praised the Buddha's name.

"Master of Centering, the title of Non-chaotic Shengyi is really worthy of its reputation, and being insulted by us like this can also be regarded as wind in our ears, does it really make us say that our hearts are empty?"

"The four holy monks have a false reputation!"

"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

The sky was full of ridicule, and the Buddha turned to look at the ugliness of the ridiculer, and said a warning.

"Amitabha, the poor monk advises you to keep your mouth shut, so as not to disturb the souls of the dead and attract evil retribution!"

"Nonsense, rob!"

With a wave of the big man's horsewhip, everyone was like a hungry wolf pounced on food, and they rushed up, just at the moment of contact with the Buddha.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

The Buddha's whole body glows with a light yellow soft light, as if he has cultivated the body of the Vajra Buddha, the soft light spreads outward, and a group of rabble is bounced away, the big man is shocked to the ground, and the tall horse is frightened and gallops away.

"Old monk, don't you know martial arts?" Dahan stood up and shouted.

"The monks don't speak, the poor monks really don't know martial arts, but that doesn't mean that others can't, donor, you better take your people back! Don't dwell on it anymore, lest you become a ghost under the sword! Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"Head, what should I do?" Everyone endured the pain and gathered to the big man, waiting for the order.

"It seems that there are other masters here, the situation is unfavorable, go back first, let's go!" After Dahan finished speaking, he led people and left in a hurry.

"Monks don't speak? The master is really not empty! ”

The Buddha turned to look and saw a young man in white shaking a folding fan and walking slowly.

"Thank you to the two young heroes for breaking the siege, the poor monk is grateful!" As he spoke, the Buddha bowed down to the comer.

"The master is serious, let's let the dead be buried first!"

A blue figure flashed, and the pale yellow virtual sword in Twilight's right hand turned back into a cherry blossom feather fan, and walked with the dragon painting smoke.