"That's fine." Yan Qiao cast a spell and sealed the last spell in the box, picked up the box, and put it in the heart of his body tree.

"I didn't expect it to end like this." It was rare for the pure fire not to stay in the practice room, but to sit under the tree.

"It's not surprising." Yan Qiao smiled bitterly, "They are living too smoothly." In this world, how can there be smooth sailing? This ordeal may be able to bring them to the next level. ”

A long time ago, in fact, there was a faint omen.

Whether it is the demonic energy on Wen Chunxiang's body, Xie Zhenghong's secret, or Ji Xie who hides his head and tail, they are all just the waves hidden under the sweet surface of Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong.

Just because they're latent doesn't mean they don't exist.

Wen Chunxiang seems to be withdrawn and arrogant, and he knows a lot of things clearly in his heart, but he is a character who likes to take care of things by himself and is unwilling to trouble others too much.

And Xie Zhenghong, who has been meritorious for many lifetimes, and is so talented and lucky, how could God easily let him and Wen Chunxiang become double cultivators?

Eventually, all of this accumulated into the last heavy blow.

If Wen Chunxiang's inner demon appeared, without the calculation of the Heavenly Dao, he would not believe it. Why did it appear so coincidentally, and let Wen Chunxiang die so neatly?

In Wen Chunxiang's previous experience, it was not impossible to have something more critical than this.

If there was no demon in his heart, and he hadn't seen Xie Zhenghong's serious injury with his own eyes, Wen Chunxiang would definitely not have taken the road of ending up together.

He was so unlucky to be alone, he didn't know how much suffering he had experienced, how could he die so lightly?

Interlocking, even if something goes wrong, Wen Chunxiang will not choose this method.

Among them, who knows what was moved?

In the final analysis, it is still the word "love" that harms people!

Thinking about it carefully, this incident solved Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong in one go, and eliminated Ji Xie's death, and the most threatening people did not leave any traces.

What a calculation!

But he couldn't talk to Pure Fire about these things.

After hearing that the scattered immortal Buddhas who were making trouble returned, one-third of the people were affected by the three heavenly tribulations and crossed the tribulation in advance, and more than half of them were killed or injured. There are some things that are far from being known much stronger.

"And how long do you think it will take for them to come back?"

"We can afford to wait as long as we want." Yan Qiao put his arm around the waist of the pure fire and said softly, "It probably won't take many years." ”

Mu stopped saying that the lotus seal on Xie Zhenghong's hand is estimated to have many petals, and this is not once or twice, maybe for the two of them, starting over again is where the vitality lies.

A few months ago.

The sky thundered for half a year!

Every thunder is so powerful that it makes people look sideways, even Yan Qiaomu and the others have to pretend to be dead, coupled with the aroma of Wen Chunxiang's plants, they fall into a coma half-pushed.

By the time the peony flowers re-emerged from the ground and they woke up, the thunder had stopped, and only the residual aura of the Heavenly Tribulation was left in the air.

Those blood-light demonic qi disappeared completely, and in the same way, there was no spiritual energy left, which was inferior to the small world.

Without thousands of years, the Great World of the Setting Sun may not be able to breathe.

Mu Zhu's face was very ugly, if there was anyone who spent the most effort in the Great Sun World, it would be him.

Most of this great world of the slanting sun is in his hands.

"Xie Zhenghong, ...... you" Yan Qiao turned his head to look at Xie Zhenghong, who was silent on the side, very worried.

Xie Zhenghong raised his head, stretched out his hand, and a small petal floated down in the sky, which happened to fall in his palm.

"Yan Daoyou, the little monk has something to ask for." Xie Zhenghong carefully put away the petals, looked at Yan Qiao and said.

His face is very bad, and his body is even more fragile and will fall down at any time.

In the final analysis, Xie Zhenghong has only lived for two hundred years now, and although he has cultivated during the tribulation period, he has not yet survived the tribulation. After receiving such a sword from Ji Xie, I am afraid that I will have to spend the rest of my life in pain. Unless, unless, as Yuquan Qiling and Wen Chunxiang had predicted before, they would become immortals after crossing the tribulation, and they would be able to recover completely.

Wen Chunxiang is Xie Zhenghong's only concern.

Now that he is dead, Xie Zhenghong is naturally carefree, and it is normal for him to become a Buddha with great enlightenment.

But Xie Zhenghong's appearance has nothing to do with enlightenment.

"Master, please pay your respects." The Jade Spring Instrument Spirit flew out and knelt in front of Xie Zhenghong willingly, "The Kyushu Demon Emperor has expected it, and please ask the master to learn to let go of it, so that you can be at ease!" ”

"Freedom?" Xie Zhenghong laughed in a low voice, "The world is big, I am alone, how can I come from?" ”

The Jade Spring Instrument Spirit bit his lip and was silent.

He is not a man of words.

"Master, this is what the Demon Emperor of Kyushu ordered me to stay." The Jade Spring Instrument Spirit turned out a tattered Dragon Cui Sword, "There is Shen Potian's essence blood on it, and it is said that he can't find his reincarnation." As long as the Long Cui Sword is there, Shen Potian can recover all his memories after fusion. ”

Xie Zhenghong took Long Cui, took out a soul-nourishing thing from the storage ring, and put it in.

"Demon Emperor, can you help the little monk keep some things?" Xie Zhenghong turned his head to look at Yan Qiao and asked.

"What's that?"

"This dragon emerald sword, and a parchment roll." Xie Zhenghong put the two objects in the palm of his hand and handed them to Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao felt that it was not right.

Xie Zhenghong's words and deeds are really not a good sign.

"If you want to take it, you will take it yourself." Yan Qiao retracted his hand and didn't want to take it at all.

Xie Zhenghong turned his head to look at Jinghuo and Mu Zhu, and both of them couldn't help but take a step back.

"Master, don't be impulsive." The Jade Spring Instrument Spirit shouted.

"yes, do you remember that little mouse?" Yan Qiao hurriedly said, "It's about to transform, and it was supposed to come over, but unfortunately the time is not right." The emperor has already helped you raise it, so you should keep the rest of the things yourself! ”

Xie Zhenghong smiled and shook his head, "When the senior was still there, the little monk had been listening to him many times, and now, I'm afraid I have to disobey it once." When the double cultivation ceremony was completed, the words I said were to be counted. ”

"Do you think he'll be happy with you?" Yan Qiao said angrily.

"The seniors are not dead." Xie Zhenghong said seriously.

"No ......"

Yan Qiao looked at Xie Zhenghong like this, almost speechless.

Under such a catastrophe, Ji Xie and Chop Cangsheng were both scattered, and it was impossible for Wen Chunxiang to be alive.

"The contract of the two monks has not expired, and there are still eight hundred years left." Xie Zhenghong's tone was a little sweet, "My predecessors always thought that he was unlucky, but he also had merit. ”

"He has merit?" The shepherd's silence finally broke down.

"There are two kinds of merit." Xie Zhenghong said slowly, "One is demonic qi. The demonic qi on the predecessor was absorbed by him from the first world, and he had the merit of saving the world, but this cause and effect had not been counted on his head until the demonic qi disappeared. "Now that Wen Chunxiang is dead, and all the demonic qi has disappeared, the merit will naturally be established.

"Two?"

"The little monk is connected with the luck of the seniors, and my merit is his merit." Xie Zhenghong smiled, "I'm still here, so my predecessors won't die so easily." ”

Wen Chunxiang concealed some things from Xie Zhenghong, and similarly, Xie Zhenghong also concealed him.

Xie Zhenghong's parchment contract was abridged.

In addition to the real contract, in addition to the connection between the mind and the mind and the ability to teleport to the other party, there is also the ability to live and die together, and reincarnation can follow.

In other words, if Wen Chunxiang is reincarnated, Xie Zhenghong will be able to find him again.

At the moment the contract is made, there is no way to change it.

Xie Zhenghong knew that Wen Chunxiang would definitely not be willing to live and die together, so he deliberately concealed it and did not say it. Wen Chunxiang thought that Xie Zhenghong would not lie to him, so he simply let go.

didn't know that he was dead, and Xie Zhenghong wouldn't live long.

"You're going to find him?" Jinghuo asked softly.

"Yes." Xie Zhenghong nodded, "I will seal my memories and reincarnate." "In eight hundred years, they will have countless opportunities to meet, and when they do, their memories will be restored by the contract.

Xie Zhenghong looked down at the lotus seal in his hand, and the ninety-ninth petal was already looming.

This means that his life is also coming to an end.

"I'll keep it for you, and I'll get it when you come back." Ignoring Yan Qiao's surprised face, Jinghuo put away the Long Cui sword and the sheepskin roll, "When Long Cui is repaired, we will go to Shen Potian for you, you can rest assured." ”

"Thank you." Xie Zhenghong bowed towards the pure fire.

"You're welcome." Jinghuo shook his head, "If only you could come back." ”

"Master, what about me?" The Jade Spring Instrument Spirit couldn't help but ask, it was impossible for him to follow the reincarnation, could he be abandoned?

"I'll break the contract." Xie Zhenghong's eyes showed a hint of apology, "I'm sorry." ”

"Eight hundred years, isn't it?" The Jade Spring Instrument Spirit was silent for a while and asked, "Then I will guard it for eight hundred years." ”

Yuquan Cave is open every 1,000 years, and 800 years is nothing.

"You don't need to ......",

"If you can't ascend, who else can?" The Yuquan Instrument Spirit looked at Xie Zhenghong and said, "In the next life, you should be complete, master." ”

Xie Zhenghong smiled silently.

He quietly bowed to everyone and then levitated in midair.

Subsequently, there were countless Sanskrit chanting sounds.

Under these countless Sanskrit sounds, the peaks of the waves are pulled by it and slowly rejuvenated.

The lake is gradually becoming quieter, and the mountain peaks are no longer yellow. The spirits of many living beings floated into the air, hiding their hideous and distorted faces, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing as a little light cluster.

Xie Zhenghong's face gradually became old.

A gentle breeze blows.

Yan Qiao and the others suddenly couldn't open their eyes for a moment.

When the body moved freely, where was Xie Zhenghong's figure in front of him, and there were only a few golden relics suspended in the sky.

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The sky was overcast and drizzling.

The townspeople who came and went held umbrellas and hurried back home.

Spring is here, and such light rain comes so many times every two days, which is not very special. On the way home, people are even in the mood to talk and chat with the people next to them.

"Did the little boy go to the mountains again?"

"I guess so, he's rain or shine."

Everyone in the town knows that there is a very cute little boy born outside the town. Both parents are kind squires, and they don't want to be kicked out of the house by their unscrupulous uncle after a serious illness. Fortunately, the little boy was smart since he was a child, and he set up a small stall at the intersection, and he usually wrote letters or something on behalf of others, but he could also earn a little silver.

Whether it's a big girl or an aunt or an old grandmother in this town, there's nothing you don't love when you see that little girl. It is said that last year, a wealthy official family passed by, took pity on Xiao Tong's background, and wanted to take him away as an adopted son, but he didn't want to be rejected by Xiao Tong.

This little boy looks good and has a good temperament, but he just has a little idiot.

He loves flowers, especially peonies.

But he neither raised nor wanted.

Their town is very suitable for the growth of peonies, and every household raises peonies, and if the quality is particularly outstanding, they can sell it for food and clothing. It's not that no one has ever sent the children's peony flower plants, but unfortunately he never said anything back, and he still has nothing to do to go up the mountain to find wild peony flowers.

Some people say that it is the child's vision that is too high to find the peony that suits him.

But at last year's Peony Conference, the most beautiful peony was bought for a thousand dollars, and there was no reaction from the child.

Their town is surrounded by mountains, the scenery is beautiful, many tourists will come, and wild peonies often appear on the mountain, so there are many people who go to the mountain every day.

Children are young and walk slowly, so it is more convenient to pick a not-so-good weather every time.

Roughly calculated, the mountains near this radius may have been visited by children.

I wonder if the boy will leave here after walking through the nearby mountains?

"Well, we can't control it. Fortunately, there are no wild beasts in the mountains, and it will be fine to go for a walk. ”

"The little boy seems to be about to turn eleven this year, and time flies so fast."

A wandering monk who was sheltering from the rain listened to their words completely, and couldn't help but want to meet the little boy.

The presiding officer of their Huguo Temple was about to pass away, and they were told that only by finding a spirit child to come back could they be qualified to become the presiding officer. The monk has been looking for three years, and he has seen a lot of prodigies, but unfortunately after contact, none of them are the people he wants to find.

The road in the mountains is not easy to walk.

Although it was only a light rain, the road was almost all muddy, and it was very difficult to walk, so there were very few people, and occasionally they all went down the mountain.

"Master, are you going up the mountain?" A flower farmer leaned over and whispered, "Let's hurry down, I see the rain is getting heavier." ”

"Thank you for the reminder." The monk smiled and said, "Have you seen a child?" ”

"You're talking about the little flower girl!"

"Little flower girl?"

"Haha, we all call him that, I used to have a peony that has been sick, and it looks like it's about to wither, and he happened to pass by my house, and he got it for me in a few clicks, and my peony was alive in a few days. That's why we flower farmers call him Little Flower Girl. ”

"And is this little flower boy benefactor still on the mountain?"

"Yes, why not there?" The flower farmer's face was a little depressed, "A few days ago, it was rumored that a particularly beautiful white peony was born in the innermost part of the mountain. I've been looking for a few days but haven't found it, and I'm still looking for it! ”

When the monk heard this, he was stunned for a while, could it be that there was really something wrong with this little flower girl?

"Dare to ask this donor, do you know which little flower girl donor is in which direction?"

"Is the Master going to look for him?" The flower farmer asked curiously.

"Amitofu, the poor monk may have a relationship with him."

The flower farmer thought for a moment, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Master, if you see him, let him come back, this rain is getting heavier and heavier, and I am afraid it will be dangerous if it continues like this." ”

"The donor is kind-hearted, thank you." The monk nodded, and walked in the direction pointed by the flower farmer.

The flower farmer thought about it for a long time, and sighed, "Alas, this is not something I can control. ”

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the monk had to speed up and run.

Previously, the flower farmer mentioned that there was a room on the mountain for people to use on the mountain, and seeing that it was raining so hard, maybe he should go there to take refuge. If that kid had been clever, he would have gone there.

The monk raised his sleeve to cover his head and rushed towards the small room.

"It's raining heavily!"

The monk couldn't help but sigh, but when he pushed the door open, there was no one inside!

Wait, it's not that there is no one.

Out of the corner of the monk's eyes, he couldn't help but glance at the footprints on the ground, the footprints looked very small, and the owner should not be very old. I just don't know how to start running out again.

"With such heavy rain, where is he going?" The monk was worried.

In addition to the footprints, there is a small flower basket in the room, etc., what sound?

The monk cautiously approached, secretly recited a few verses in his heart, and opened the basket.

"Meow~Meow~!"

It turned out to be a kitten the size of a palm!

"Amitopho." The monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the kitten probably heard his voice, thinking that the little flower girl had returned.

The monk took the kitten out and was surprised to find that there was no trace of rain on the kitten!

On the contrary, there was a lot of rain on the outside of the basket, and there was even a coat on the inside.

The monk reached out and touched his coat, only a little wet.

"Amitofu, this little benefactor is really a bodhisattva."

Obviously, it was the little flower girl who saw that the kitten was pitiful, and took off her clothes to protect it. Otherwise, with the size of this kitten, it is still unknown whether it will survive after this heavy rain.

In this way, the monk was even happier in his heart.

Even if this little flower boy is not a spirit child, this compassion is enough to make him feel like a disciple!

"Strange, why haven't you come back?"

The rain has not stopped, and it seems that it will be raining for a long time.

The monk lit a fire in the house and dried his clothes and changed them, but the little flower boy did not return.

"It's broken, it can't be something!"

The monk was very worried, and after thinking about it, he put the kitten in the flower basket, took a coat from this room and put it on, and decided to find the little flower girl.

After the monk put on his coat and went out, the rain gradually became lighter.

There is only one way to the depths of the mountains, and as long as you follow it, you can always find it easily.

After walking for about half an hour, the rain in the sky also turned to light rain, and I am afraid that it will be sunny soon.

The monk walked all the way, and finally saw a young man in front of him wearing a robe similar to his body.

"This little benefactor, are you the little flower girl?" The monk couldn't help but open his mouth to ask.

Xiao Tong turned his head and looked at the monk suspiciously, "Who are you?" ”

The monk saw the child's face clearly, and couldn't help but secretly say hello in his heart.

After so many years, it is not that he has never seen people with a face even worse than this child, but they do not have the quiet aura on the child's face. When they become monks, after a long time, they can see at a glance whether the other party has wisdom roots and Buddha nature.

Undoubtedly, the child in front of him has the deepest Buddha nature.

If such a person is not the spirit child that the abbot said, who is?

"Little donor, the poor monk is the Huguo Temple, and the monk is mortal." Monk Lifan suppressed the joy in his heart, stepped forward quickly, walked in front of the little boy and said, "Dare to ask the name of the little donor?" ”

"My mother took pity on my infirmity and did not give me a great name. It's just that when I was young, I met a monk and said that I should take a Dharma name. My father rummaged through the scriptures and ancient scrolls, and finally decided on the name of the word 'Shenxiu'. The boy replied.

"Shenxiu, Shenxiu, it's really a good name." Monk Lifan couldn't help but sigh, this should be related to their Buddhism!

"How could the master appear in this deep mountain?" Shenxiu Xiaotong asked.

"This ...... The poor monk came to find a small benefactor. He replied, "I wonder why the little benefactor came to the mountains on this rainy day." ”

Shenxiu didn't answer this question, but looked at Fan, "So is Master Fan traveling through the world?" ”

"Approximately."

"I don't know the master, why is the master looking for me?" Shenxiu Xiaotong asked.

Li Fan smiled, "The host said that I have someone to look for, and the poor monk has searched all over the world, and he has not returned for three years, but he has not been able to find the right person." Later, when I heard about the deeds of the donor, I wanted to come and see it, and I was very lucky. ”

"Coincidentally, I also have a beloved thing to find." Shenxiu Xiaotong smiled, "I was born to remember, and I have always had a premonition in my heart that I am here to find this thing in this life." ”

"Can you find the little benefactor?"

"Not yet."

"This ......" Fan saw that Shenxiu Xiaotong was extraordinary, and he wanted to bring him back even more, but the other party was obviously concerned, and I was afraid that he would have to make a wish for him, "I don't know what Xiao Shi is looking for?" My Huguo Temple is full of talents, and I may be able to help the laughing donor. ”

When Shenxiu heard this, she showed a smile, "I'm looking for my little peony." ”