Sure enough, he is a Buddhist monk, solemn and majestic, and his compassion is immeasurable......

After following the crowd, we entered the Leifeng Pagoda.

This stupa is still magnificent.

In the Buddha hall on the first floor, there are hundreds of pilgrims worshipping, but it is not narrow.

There is a Buddha statue in the hall, wearing emerald yarn, wearing gold and silver jade ornaments, and the eyebrows are lowered.

In the eyes of the white snake, it seems to have an immeasurable light cover.

It's beautiful......

Rao is the white snake itself is also the only beauty in the world, seeing the appearance of this bodhisattva, his eyes can't help but show a slight obsession, and he sighs in his heart.

"Great compassion, Guanyin Bodhisattva, disciple Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, although he is a different kind of enlightenment, he is dedicated to the Tao, clear rules and self-control, and only hopes that one day, he will achieve positive results,"

The white snake no longer had any doubts, and with the crowd of pilgrims, he also bowed down on a futon.

"I also hope that the master will be merciful and guide the disciples."

The statue of the Bodhisattva in the hall, just like the mud-fetal puppets in other temples, although the appearance is extremely solemn, but it only treats all living beings as nothing, and never responds.

The White Snake is not in a hurry.

Only worship the Buddha with all your heart, and meditate in your heart.

Maybe it was really her heart that moved the will in the dark.

The statue of the Bodhisattva has eight arms, and suddenly seems to move slightly.

It was recovered in an instant, and if it weren't for the white snake and being an extraordinary person, he wouldn't have been able to notice it.

I saw a golden Buddha light shooting out from the Bodhisattva's arm.

Swim slowly in front of the white snake.

It seems that there is an invisible hand, holding an invisible pen, in the void in front of her, writing stroke by stroke.

"March 3 is Qingming, Qingming rain is a lot, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles, you must go to the high place of the West Lake to find ......"

The White Snake read in a low voice, his eyes dazed.

This sentence is simple and straightforward, but it makes her even more puzzled.

She glanced up at the statue of the Bodhisattva, and although she had the heart to ask for it, she also knew that she should not go too far.

It's a great blessing to have guidance, and I'm afraid I won't get a response again.

"Thank you for your advice."

The white snake had to bow down and thank you.

He respectfully put on the incense and left Leifeng Tower.

All kinds of visions, but no one in the temple was aware of them.

……

It is about 100 miles away from Leifeng Tower, and there is a rocky beach on the Rakshasa River.

Chen Yi, who incarnated as Fahai, stood on top of a chaotic stone cliff, wearing a moon-white monk's robe blowing fiercely in the river breeze.

As far as the eye sees, it is the Leifeng Tower.

"Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, cultivating this body in the cave for thousands of years...... Ahh ”

It's so demonic that I sang it casually......

Chen Yi wiped a cold sweat.

It's good that there is no one, otherwise his image would be over.

"However, I didn't expect this white snake to be so bold......"

Chen Yi couldn't imagine that Bai Suzhen would dare to erase her memory.

Listening to Mrs. Nanyue, she erased her memory, not to forget Xu Xuan, and from then on, she only asked the immortals.

Contrary.

She clearly knows that if she doesn't have enough strength, she will find Xu Xuanyuan's reincarnation in the future, and she will inevitably encounter another catastrophe and be helpless.

But she can't let go of her love for Xu Xuan, if she goes on like this, I'm afraid he will have to spend five hundred years in a hurry in the midst of Xu Xuan's thousands of turns and heartbreaks.

and erased the memory on its own.

In order to concentrate on cultivation, and more importantly, to use a new self and Xu Xuan, who is reincarnated, to continue the frontier.

She is very confident in the love between herself and Xu Xuan.

Even if a memory disappears, a reincarnation is reincarnated.

also firmly believes that the love between the two will not be lost.

Do you believe that when two "strangers" meet again, they will also fall in love again?

"Love is a word......"

Chen Yi shook his head and stared blankly: "It's really annoying!" ”

Hum...... (￣_，￣)

This Fahai is your ......

Chen Yi thought about it, sneered, and was about to turn around and return to Jinshan Temple.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure.

I couldn't help but turn around.

On the shore, on a rocky slope.

The small figure turned out to be a little boy of six or seven years old.

On the cliff, he struggled to lift a stone that was too big for his small body, came to the edge of the cliff step by step, and threw it down the turbulent river.

Then turn back again, pick up a stone again, come back step by step, and throw it again......

Again and again, over and over again.

Even if he was pressed by a stone every time he couldn't straighten his waist, and every time he threw a stone down the river, he had to breathe for a long time, but he still had no intention of stopping.

Not to mention anything else, a little six or seven-year-old child, this perseverance and perseverance are moving.

Chen Yi thought slightly, then took a step forward, appeared behind the boy silently, and watched quietly.

The boy was extremely thin, dressed in a wide gray cloth coarse coat, slightly ragged, and looked like an adult's old clothes.

A small face was also hidden by gray and black mud marks.

It's almost impossible to see what it is.

After a while, it was not a long time, but it was already a big project for the boy, and his small body could not bear such a tossing and turning.

But the boy had no intention of stopping, even though his head was sweating like rain, and his little chest had risen and fallen sharply, making a gasping sound like a bellows.

Chen Yi couldn't help but say, "Boy, what are you doing here?" ”

“……”

Chen Yi called a few times in a row, but he didn't want this little boy to turn a deaf ear, ignoring Chen Yi, and continued to carry stones and throw them on the river.

Chen Yi's curiosity was even raised.

Who is this little baby?

And why do you keep moving stones into the river?

Is it possible that you want to emulate Jingwei, and others will reclaim the sea and you will reclaim the river?

Chen also looked left and right and saw that there were many fishing boats on the river.

There were a few boats leaning against the river not far away, and the people on board seemed to be looking at this side.

Chen Yi came down from the stone slope and walked over.

Near a boat, there was an old fisherman, who seemed to be resting.

Squatting on the bow of the boat, there is a small wooden table, a pot of wine, and a plate of small dried fish.

On this vast river, it seems very comfortable.

Chen Yi came to the side of the boat and said, "Amitabha, old man, the little monk is polite." ”

"Yo, little master is so good-looking."

The old fisherman opened his slightly misty drunken eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and when he turned around and saw Chen Yi, his drunken eyes were slightly bright.

Chen Yi smiled slightly: "My husband is too famous." ”

"But, it's not ......"

The old fisherman waved his hand, picked up the wine gourd on the small table, took a sip beautifully, and let out a long sigh.

The old fisherman said slowly: "Little Master, is there something?" ”

"The little monk has something to inquire about, I wonder if the old man can see it?"

Chen also pointed to the stone slope over there: "The boy over there, can the old man know it?" ”

The old fisherman glanced at him, and when he saw the little boy, he was not surprised, as if he had long been accustomed to it, and shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I know, how can I not know?" ”

didn't wait for Chen Liu to ask, so he said to himself: "This child was originally a farmer's child by the Rakshasa River......