The begonia flowers are still falling, and everything seems to be back to that day, but the men and women under the begonia flowers have not made the slightest movement. Although the begonia flowers keep falling, the trees have never lost a point, and the ground has never increased a point. The petals were clearly covered with red clothes, and the eyes were rouge-colored, and even the hair of the woman in front of her was covered with begonia petals.

"Zen master, you think I'm good." The woman's voice is a delicate voice that Jing Zhao has never heard before, and it is still the voice that should belong to Fusu, but it is extremely tender and delicate.

Jing Zhaoye had already sat cross-legged and meditated, but he did not close his eyes, he looked at the woman in red in front of him fixedly, never said a word, never moved a finger, except for the occasional blink, it seemed that the person sitting among the begonia flowers was no longer a living person, but a white jade Bodhisattva. Even, the countless thoughts in his heart calmed down after the chaos, leaving only a wordless gaze, as if as long as he kept watching, he could break the mental barrier in front of him.

"Zen master, why do you always look at me like this, which makes people feel so embarrassed." The woman's words and deeds are exactly what Fu Su should look like in memory, only one more tenderness and one less tenacity. The eyebrows are full of spring water, the mouth is like honey, and the delicate soft and sweet.

But it's still not her, Jing Zhao is clear, but he still can't start, the Zen staff in his hand has a weight that the mountains are far from reaching, and even every time he thinks of ending the illusion in front of him with a stick, his heart is as heavy as pressing thousands of mountains. If it was really Fusu, Jing Zhao would rather not be clear, but it was not in front of him, it was clearly not, he was clear but still couldn't decide.

In this way, he looked fixedly, and the woman in red was covered with begonia flowers from time to time. Don't be annoyed by his ignorance. Do not be angry with his inaction. It's always been so soft and gentle. Jing Zhao looked fixedly, no, not moving, not speaking, not speaking.

I don't know how long it took, when the white monk's robe was also submerged in rouge, and there seemed to be no other color between the whole heaven and earth, Jing Zhao suddenly spoke: "You can be a pair with me." Eternal life? ”

The woman in red did not hesitate, smiled sweetly, and was extremely delicate: "Naturally, I am willing to be accompanied by a Zen master for eternity, and I am very happy in my heart." ”

Jing Zhao suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and when he laughed to the point of madness, he suddenly stopped laughing, looked at the woman in red in front of him and said, "So you are not her, she now has a sentence that is out of tune - gender is different, how to stay together." She always used all kinds of excuses to refuse. She always runs to higher places, not to safe places. She believed that eternal life was in the midst of sorrow. Die in peace. Since you're not her, why should I bother with this? ”

After that, I smiled, and saw the Buddha again, like a white jade bodhisattva covered in soft white light, pure and dust-free.

In just this moment, the begonia flower disappeared, the woman also disappeared, and the heaven and earth returned to their appearance. Jing Zhao looked again, he was just sitting quietly under a tree full of red flowers, where there were women, where there were begonia flowers, where there were delicate and sweet soft.

I know that the heart barrier is incomplete and needs to be broken by force, and it can also be broken with the heart and eyes. As long as my heart can argue whether it is love or obstacle, whether it is real illusion, the obstacle can be removed, and the illusion can be removed, just as love and hate are often only between one thought. Jing Zhao got up and left, and the trees full of red flowers rose one after another, and they were all red, and they were like blood. Jing Zhao did not look back to see that he would get a new inheritance.

Walk to the depths of the Bodhi Forest, there is a lotus platform on the high platform, carved with mountain stone, it has been obsolete through the wind and rain, and there is thick moss growing on the lotus pedestal. But the moment Jing Zhao stepped barefoot, the brilliance was faint, but it quickly disappeared, and the lotus platform did not change at all.

When Jing Zhao opens his eyes again, it is time to leave the Bodhi Realm.

Coming out of the Bodhi Realm, Jing Zhao looked up at the heavens, earth and stars, and learned that it had been more than eight years. Thousands of miles away is the Chengyun Sect, which is hundreds of miles closer to the Chengyun Sect, Jing Zhao naturally returned to the Faye Temple first, reported to the elders of the master, and then set off to the Chengyun Sect.

When he arrived at Tianyan Peak, it was Zong Zheng who received him, and when he asked Fusu, he was told: "Senior Sister Fusu has traveled with Qin Zhenren, you are unlucky, you have only been gone for less than two months, if you come earlier, you will not miss it." ”

Zong Zheng vaguely knew what happened between the two of them, but he didn't know very well, Fusu had a biological father, and as a senior brother, Zong Zheng would not be too lenient.

"I don't know where I went?" Jing Zhao asked.

"Then I don't know, I only know that Qin Zhenren took Senior Sister Fusu out of the house, saying that it is possible in three or five years, and it is also possible in thirty or fifty years. Fortunately, I and other people who have practiced immortality, not afraid of these thirty or fifty years, when Senior Sister Fusu returns in the coming day, how about I report to Jingzhao Zen Master? Zong Zheng Mo Ming felt that Qin Ye would leave with Fusu, and it would not be precisely because he calculated that Jing Zhao would come.

Seeing that he couldn't ask the direction, Jing Zhao was not in a hurry, just like Zong Zheng said, don't say thirty or fifty years, it is three or five hundred years, and it is only a very short period of time for a long life. Chasing the woman in my heart is something that I can't do in a hurry.

So, Jing Zhao went back to Faye Temple to meditate. At the top of the tower, the lamp is still slight, even in the rainy night, it is not moved by the wind and rain at all, and it is still and does not move like the Buddha's Zen heart. But in a thunderstorm night a few months later, the inextinguishable heart lamp jumped suddenly, the fire was great, illuminating the whole wishing tower is incomparably bright, to the most lull back, from the outside, the whole tower has been nearly nothing, the light of the inextinguishable heart lamp will fill every piece of ancient tower bricks, do not excrete a single luster, only quietly guard the tower. Even if it was just like this, it was enough to make Jing Zhao's heart frightening, and the Immortal Heart Lantern had never had such an accident.

Tonight, the rain and wind are fierce, the thunder and lightning are combined, and even the inextinguishable heart lamp is restless, why?

Daomen has a method of Taoist deduction, and Zen Buddhism also has a Zen way. After hanging his eyes for a moment, Jing Zhao was suddenly shocked, and then jumped out of the top of the tower as he wished, and flew all the way in the thunderstorm: "It's the witch...... It's the witch......"

In Jing Zhao's mind, all that was left was the news that was louder than the thunder and lightning of this night—a child was about to be born, and that was my blood.

If it is the junior sister of Fusu, it should be a few years earlier, so it must be the witch Fusu. As soon as he thought of this, Jing Zhao's heart was also a little chaotic, even if he didn't have the memory of the last life now, he knew that he had never moved his mind, and he had no descendants. This can also be deduced from the conversation with the streamer at that time.

Running around, but it was Tianyuan, Jing Zhao went down to Tianyuan without stopping, and when he arrived at the place where he was inducted, it happened that a thunderbolt in the sky broke through the sky like a sharp blade: "That child should not be in the world, this is heavenly punishment." ”

It is different from the Heavenly Tribulation, there is not so much power, the Heavenly Punishment is a punishment, and the word "Heavenly Tribulation" comes from the Tribulation, so the Heavenly Punishment will be slightly milder. Once the living beings have grown, the Heavenly Dao will have a glimmer of life, and it will not really split the newly conceived three souls and seven spirits.

"No, most of the ordinary heavenly punishments are six-six, seven-seven, and this heavenly punishment seems to be ninety-nine." Jing Zhao suddenly thought about his previous life, and seemed to understand it again. But if he doesn't want to, then the child can't come into the world, and the birth of a new soul requires the consent of both parents, why is this so?

Jing Zhao only began to really doubt himself at this time, he really liked his junior sister so much, if he only liked his junior sister, where did this child come from. He didn't believe that the witch had done anything to him, and it was useless to do some things, Jing Zhao was unstable at this moment, and his mind was completely lost.

But soon, he woke up again that Demon Cultivator was most afraid of thunder and lightning, whether it was robbery or punishment. The question he faces now is whether he should be a helper or not, the child and the witch.

Eventually, Jing Zhao sacrificed his Zen staff, blocked the thunderstorm, and entered the building where the sound of pain was being heard. Cangjie saw Jing Zhao first, and hurriedly asked everyone to retreat, leaving only the woman in charge of delivering the baby in the building. Cangjie himself quietly retreated, this is the time to let the bald head and his daughter be together!

Moreover, there is a sense of relief that you are bald, and the old man can also retire after completing his work.

Jing Zhao sensed Cang's departure, and didn't say anything, the witch's face was as pale as paper, and the birth was obviously very unsmooth, if he didn't come, he would be one corpse and two lives. After standing in front of the couch for a moment, Jing Zhao reached out and pressed the veins of Fusu, and the spiritual power entered her body.

Fusu is really on the verge of life and death at this time, the child is not born with one corpse and two lives, but if he is born with all his spiritual power, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape the ending of one corpse and two lives. Cangjie was helpless, so anxious that his heart and liver trembled, but he couldn't do anything, but fortunately, the scene came at the right time.

The blur of the Lingtai was cool for a while, and the body gradually became a meager vitality, Fu Su opened his eyes in confusion, but after a while, he bloomed a smile that caught Jing Zhao off guard, not reluctantly, without the slightest grievance and accusation, it was happy and surprised. smiled, and the pale face instantly appeared like a peach and plum under the clear sky: "Tianchen ......"

Jing Zhao was shocked again, this witch called the name of her previous life, could it be that what this witch was thinking about was not her current self, but her previous life. This witch only has a lifespan of more than a thousand years, is there really a reincarnation in the world that does not erase the memory?

"I've missed you, long, long time......"

So, Jing Zhao misunderstood.

The spiritual power gradually entered Fusu's body, and her body and the little yellow bean together received the nourishment of the spiritual power from Jing Zhao, and finally became a little angry. Little Yellow Bean fell down, anxious to come out to meet his parents, although he is not very concerned with his parents, right, but the son does not think the mother is ugly, and the dog does not think the father is stupid, ah...... It's a dog that doesn't think the family is poor.

But the process of childbirth, how can it be so smooth, Fusu finally realized the reason why the monks gave birth early, and once they reached the middle and high ranks, they no longer gave birth to offspring, the pregnancy process was long, and the production process was even longer, and the pain was like a tide, and wave after wave impacted her mind. If it weren't for Jing Zhao's Zen cultivation and feeding each other with spiritual power, Fu Su would only be afraid of a faint sigh and swallow his breath.

It's just that no matter how hard the little yellow bean is and no matter how hard Fu Su is, the cry that can reassure them still refuses to sound loudly......

(Smacking my lips, after writing this chapter, I suddenly felt that I was a good literary and artistic young man, how sour this chapter is.) (To be continued......)