When the Virgin Mother said this, Zhang Shenxian saw that light was emitting from her.

It was layer upon layer, unthinkable of light.

(The Twelfth Cloud of the Jizo Honvo Sutra of Sights and Hearings: ...... At that time, Shizun put hundreds of billions of millimeters of light from the top door. The so-called white millimeter phase light, large white millimeter phase light, Rui millimeter phase light, large Rui millimeter phase light, jade millimeter phase light, large jade millimeter phase light, purple millimeter phase light...... The sea is cloudy)

(Again, the Mahayana Bunsen Mind Contemplats the Sutra Preface: ...... When all the heavens in the colorless realm, the rain is immeasurable, and the subtle fragrance of flowers is like clouds falling in the void...... Mandalahua, Mahamanjurahua, Manjushva, Mahamanjushava, Offering Buddhas in the void. It is the so-called "six desires of the heavens to offer, the sky is full of flowers falling all over the void, and all the incense is smoked in the assembly")

Zhang Shenxian has no flowers to rain. He only felt that he had become a petal of flowers, a wisp of incense, and melted into the indescribable and indescribable light.

As he melted in, he heard a gentle voice whisper in his ear, "Thankfully, people will rise from their wounds." Today's wounds can also bloom tomorrow's flowers. Today's Yili Rebellion caused the split between Dongbin and the Central Plains. In the future, when the Central Plains enters a difficult situation, Dongbin will become a peach blossom source of refuge and a fulcrum of rejuvenation. ”

Zhang Shenxian breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, people came to look for him, but when they saw his body, their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen something incredible, and there were tears on their faces.

People say, what did he see when he was alive? I was scared to death!

And Yinggu has been gone since then.

When Yi Li left the capital and was about to start an army, a little girl went with him.

This little girl has disappeared from Yi Li's life for a long time, but as soon as Yi Li saw her, she remembered: it was the ninth miss of the Xie family, Yunling. At that time, she was still wearing baby fat, and she was cute and cute, but unfortunately she was slightly mentally retarded. Since Xie Fu, she has loved to stick to Yi Li. Now that Yi Li is leaving, he is angry and heartbroken. On the one hand, she has to prevent being discovered by Yun Jian, where can she withstand such an accident?

But she had to follow.

Yi Li didn't know why, so he took her away. Later, Yi Li made chaos between the two rivers, and she followed him. He was defeated. She personally sent him to the end.

The final trip that Yunzhou had a premonition of happened at this time.

Yi Li is chaotic, and Dongbin has an ambiguous attitude. The Chamber of Commerce did not make up its mind to completely turn the other cheek with the Central Plains, but the people of Dongbin were deeply hostile to the Central Plains for the sake of the Lin Dynasty. There is general support for Yi Li. The relationship between the Central Plains and the East Coast fell to a freezing point. At this time, Yunzhou took the initiative to go to Dongbin as a hostage, and Mingzhu also accompanied him. They were in Dongbin, calming the emotions of the people and doing a lot of practical good deeds. The mood of the people was softened. After repeated discussions, the chamber of commerce in Dongbin decided to accept Yun Jian's proposal and negotiate peace with Yun Jian. Not only did they promise to cut off their support for Yi Li, but they also promised to actually help kill him. In return, Cloud Sword established the independent status of Donghama. It is more preferential and specific than what he promised Lin Dai during the last Lantern Festival.

Since then, Dongbin has embarked on a different development path from the Central Plains. The cloud boat and the pearl stay here. He never returned to the Central Plains. Until they passed away one after another, the people still commemorated them and built small temples to worship their statues, saying that they could bless the safety of their family and country.

Yi Li was attacked by the Central Plains, Dongbin betrayed, and the power of Beihu was finally slowly eliminated by the cloud sword. Cui San Emperor Ji was hanged. When Yi Li was trapped in a corner and still wanted to fight the trapped beast, Yunling said: "I remembered! ”

Yi Li asked, "What?" ”

"Once upon a time, I was a smart girl, and you were a little stonemason. I still like you. You are not satisfied. So this time, you're smart and promising. I'm stupid. Yunling said, "But I still like you." ”

Yi Li glared at her: "What are you talking about?" You are crazy? ”

Yunling smiled slightly: "We still have a lot of opportunities!" Don't be afraid, don't be afraid The world is like the sand of the Ganges. ”

Yi Li didn't understand.

He managed to break out with his last men that day, albeit killing quite a few. The ground was covered with blood, both his and others. They also grabbed some loot. There was a large wooden barrel in it. After escaping to safety, they opened the large wooden barrel and saw that it was wine.

So they were all very drunk. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid Anyway, I don't know if I'll be able to survive tomorrow. One drunk one less one.

After Yi Li got drunk, Yunling picked up a knife and slashed his neck. She wanted to scratch her own, too. But when he couldn't do it, he shook up a drunk man next to him and asked him for help.

In the end, Yunling was dead. The others surrendered to the Central Plains and were sentenced to eternal imprisonment.

Yun Jian felt that the blood had been shed too much. He wanted to be a good example for people to learn to be a little more tolerant.

In fact, after the atmosphere is tolerant, the position of the emperor will be easier to sit.

Like Cui Heng did when he was alive, he punished the law harshly and played the power trick as lightly, so what? The ultimate strength of a country depends on strength. Quanjutsu is a powerful aid, but it is not the whole story. If you let it fill the air of the whole country, I am afraid that eventually people will suffocate.

Yun Jian wanted to try another method of governing the world that Lin Dai had told him when he was alive: relax. Let the vitality of society grow vigorously from the bottom.

Zhongyun Jian I, the society is rich, the harem is full, the status of women is quite high, and there are even female officials like Xue Yi and Biyu, who mediate personnel and consider money valley, and make great contributions to the country.

But the emperors of later generations had their own considerations and preferences, and the new court became the old court, which struggled up and down several times, and then gave way to the newer court. In the Central Plains, such a replacement never ends, and the people are as tough as weeds, and only need a few decades to breathe and multiply for the next round of butcher knives. If there is a break of a few hundred years, it will be a great prosperity.

The strange thing is that Donghama, which has always been governed by the chamber of commerce to assist the local magistrate, has no saints and emperors, but it has always maintained stable development. Later, they simply summed up a social system that did not need saints and emperors at all. At that time, the Central Plains was in chaos again, and they easily unified the Central Plains.

In the chamber of commerce, there used to be a small painting of a butterfly perched in the woods. Drawn with charcoal. It's rough, but it's sketch brushwork after all. I heard that it is an ancient painting. How is that possible? Sketching was not invented at all.

Later, some people thought about it strangely and wanted to use it for identification, but they didn't even know where the painting had gone.

And where did Lin Dai and Butterfly Xiaohua go?

The young woman on the bed opened her eyes and saw only a white room.

That kind of white is the white of a snowfield after the dust settles, which makes people just want to sigh for the last breath, close their eyes and lie back, and everything is over. Even this breath will quickly dissipate cleanly. Like she remembers.

Who is she?

The young woman thought for a moment, then sat up. Musculoskeletal complained twice, a little painful. But it's okay, it's bearable. It's just that there is a drip hanging on the hand, and the needle is not annoying to be connected there. She pulled it out herself and walked to the end of the bed. I saw a narrow and long name plate there, with a name in black on a white background: Lin Xiaodan.

Dan, red also. There is a kind of red, also called "drunken red". Therefore, the ancients said, "Whoever is drunk in the maple forest is always crying." The name is unlucky.

The woman judged so.

I remember so much, I can even remember every stroke of the poem. But I don't remember how the name has anything to do with me. The woman was stunned, looking around the room, there was no mirror, but the window pane was clear, and she could see the endless green grass outside, so neatly repaired, as if it were fake. The shadow of her face was reflected in the shadow of the green grass. The eye sockets are deep, the chin is too thin, and the hair is too unkempt and haggard. is still a beauty when she is so haggard. It can only be said that the foundation is good. It's a pity that it's not the type she likes.

What to do? Before I remembered who I was, I had already decided that I didn't like my name and looks. It looks like the future is bleak. The woman let out a long sigh.

The door to the hospital room behind him opened.

Two nurse girls in light blue clothes and light blue hats walked in one after the other, and when they saw the young woman first, they were stunned, and then their eyes went down to her hand, and they jumped up like cats with their tails burned.

The woman had to look down at her hands as well.

Blood was gurgling on the back of his hand, so gentle, but firm, like some kind of kindness that moisturized things silently. The placket of her light gray garment was soaked with no resistance.

By the way, the gray of this clothing is slightly blue, like the moonlight lurking on the grassland at night, stained with blood. Large red flowers bloom on the twilight grass.

"It doesn't hurt." The woman wanted to comfort the flustered nurse girl, "Probably not my blood." ”

They didn't listen to her at all, and they escorted her back to bed in a kidnapping position, and a younger nurse looked like she was going to cry: "She killed herself again? ”

- Which she? Why add the word "again"?

The older one was calmer: "No! She doesn't have a weapon! The window panes are reinforced, and she can't break them! ”

The younger brains were opened: "She bit it with her own teeth? ”

The older one leaned over the young woman's head, as if to examine her gums.

The young woman was sluggish again. I also realized: "Actually, I-"

"Boom!" The older nurse simply pulled two straps from the head of the bed and held the young woman's upper body in place. The young nurse did the same at the end of the bed, and her legs lost their freedom. It was too much, and she tried to protest, but someone poked in at the door and asked, "What's going on?" ”

The young woman's heart suddenly "tuked", and then relaxed. It's as if she's a hard-shelled fruit and he's a bird. She waited here for thousands of days and nights, and finally when he saw her, with a "du" peck, no matter how hard her shell was, it was loosened for him, and life and death were up to him from then on.

The nurse was busy explaining to him how the young woman had pulled out the infusion needle by herself, how the needle had not broken in her vein, which had put her life in danger, and why she had not held down the needle hole, so how the blood vessel was bleeding......

The young woman was busy watching him.

Look at his eyebrows like a frowning peak, his eyes like autumn water, and the sky is reflected in the water. It was a sky that had just been washed by rain in autumn, and the blue was almost none. Such rain over the sky blue.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe. The shiny black button with the bronze edge was fastened to the top, next to the chin. On his chin was a freshly shaved patch of iron. The iron blue stretched all the way and disappeared into his snow-white collar.

The collar is so structured that the whole robe is smooth and pleasing to the eye, and the folds are as fine as a razor. There was also a long, narrow name tag on his chest with his name written in red letters. He is the chief physician of our hospital.

The young woman didn't look at his name, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "So you are here, Lin ......" but forgot the title behind her.

His expression was more bewildered than hers: "You call me Lin?" You are Lin. After a pause, "Your fiancé is coming to see you." ”

The sun shines through the glass windows. It doesn't matter who is who in this life, who still remembers whom, and what kind of wind and rain is brewing behind the clouds. At least they're still here. The Ganges sand counts the world, promising them to meet again, in each other's best years. (To be continued.) )

PS: Dear friends, thank you for following along the way.

The story of a certain two in modern society has been roughly conceived, "I am the big star". The end here is the beginning of the new work.

The new work still needs to be saved and polished for a period of time. In this process, he first released "Xianshu", cultivated Xianwen, and watched how the female hooligan saw the injustice, drew a knife and was kicked and flew through, becoming a pig working under the prostitution of a spherical rich man in another world, and since then he has embarked on a long history of blood and tears:

"Bang!" The sudden sound was like a bullet out of the chamber. All the guests at the wedding were frightened and looked back at the door.

Xiao Manshu stood under the roses in the doorway, dressed in a light blue sweater, a dark slim jacket and skirt, apparently fresh from his place of work. She was carrying a bottle of champagne in her hand. The sound was the sound of champagne corks flying out. The foam overflowed from the mouth of the bottle in a grand and rich way, staining her cuffs and placket, and she was unimpressed, her eyes cold.

The bride was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly greeted: "Sister Xiao." ”

"Don't dare to be." Xiao Manshu clutched the champagne bottle and walked in the direction of the couple, and also towards the main table. The pace is tigery, and the posture of holding the bottle is like carrying a brick.

…… And the fairy in the snow dress silently lowered his hand. He seems to have been at the heavenly level since he was born, and he has never struggled to climb; It seems that he has never stayed at the human level, and has not really left.