Lingwu, who had just flashed out of the space, didn't have time to remind Cheng Ziyang, but he found that a colorful light swept Cheng Ziyang and the others away. At this moment, Lingwu was in a hurry, and he hurriedly jumped into the air, emitting the ten thousand golden rays on his body, trying to curb the colorful light.

"Hehe," just then, a voice came faintly. "Divine Bird, this is a snow-capped mountain, not your sky, how can you be presumptuous!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of Buddhist words radiated to him from the top of the snow-capped mountain.

"Holy shit," Ling Wu didn't quite understand the Buddha's voice, but he still knew the general meaning. "If the master doesn't run, why does he want to run to the snowy mountain? There are snow-capped mountains everywhere, why do you want to make up for this snow-capped mountain? ”

"As a result, I actually ran to this guy's base camp. Can I get through it? It's too late for flash!"

Thinking of this, Lingwu didn't wait for the second wave of the Buddha's voice to come out, and fled with his tail between his legs. If he leaves the snowy mountains and fights alone in the sky, he will definitely peck the feathers on this stinky and beautiful guy. But if he stays in this snowy mountain for a moment longer, it won't be a big deal to fight, but his life will be rested.

However, after escaping from the snowy mountain, Lingwu was in a stunned state again: now, where did it go to find someone to help rescue its master? You know, the doors to the world from all walks of life are closed. He can't even think of who to find, but he can't go!

Lingwu's escape was only discovered after Cheng Ziyang woke up. Because he was completely cut off from the space, he could no longer sense all of it.

"This stupid bird!" Cheng Ziyang couldn't help muttering. If it could carry itself and a few zombies to the snowy mountain, there wouldn't be such a trouble.

Looking around, he knew that he was in a tent that was unique to the people of the highlands. I got up and walked out of the tent, only to see that the grassland and the snow-capped mountains had changed color under the bloody sunset, and they looked extremely unvacuumed. A large herd of cattle and sheep were leisurely grazing and talking about animal language.

Soon, on the empty grassland, Cheng Ziyang was attracted by the sudden singing of a girl. The song was as beautiful as heaven. And he followed the undulating song. Soon, he noticed the singing wafting out of a white tent.

As he approached the tent, the smell of cow dung wafted in front of him. I don't know why, but the smell was mixed with the smell of grass, and it smelled dry and sweet. A young girl sat on the floor in a tent. She was singing loudly and braiding her braids.

Countless braids were hanging from her back. There are also many small bells hanging from the braids. However, she is still weaving meticulously. The girl's back looks moving. The movement of her braided hair with her head sideways reminds people of the young girl who is full of spring.

Cheng Ziyang stopped in front of the tent. There was no sound of his footsteps on the soft grass. For he really did not want to alarm her. But the girl still felt something, and suddenly turned around, and the singing stopped abruptly.

His heart pounded, apologetic for inadvertently interrupting her singing.

The girl's face flushed slightly. It's a shy reflex. Her hands were still in her braids. So, he pointed to her hair and said, "It's beautiful! ”

"Huh?" Obviously, she couldn't understand him. However, he believed that she must have known that he was praising her and complimenting her.

It didn't take long for her to stand up happily, pick up the camera on the side, and hand it to Cheng Ziyang, her eyes full of yearning.

What she meant was self-evident. He nodded in agreement and motioned for her to come out of the tent. As she walked out of the tent with her head down, the bells in her hair collided with each other in a slight but beautiful sound.

When the girl took the picture, she did not show a smiling face or pose in any way. She just froze herself in the landscape, trying not to blink her eyes without pressing the shutter.

Looking through the camera, her face was so quiet, it was a satisfied expression. For a moment, her satisfied expression in the camera suddenly turned into a kind of sluggishness. At the same time, he was in a bit of a bad mood because of this expression.

He showed her the picture. One by one, he fell backwards, and she watched one by one. While looking at the photo, she smiled. Her smile made her exude a kind of smart beauty in an instant.

After looking at the photo, she turned her eyes to him again, her face full of yearning and curiosity. He knew that this was her yearning, just like people's yearning for beautiful landscapes. However, people can come in without fear as long as they have time. And she couldn't leave.

Her transfer will only be like the cattle and sheep here, migrating from one grassland to another. It seems that she may not be able to leave the grassland for the rest of her life. When the cattle and sheep are fat and strong, naturally someone will come to the grassland to collect them collectively, but they will not take her away.

No one knows, her youth, her beauty, who will claim it? In this wasteland, where there are few people to see all year round, she has seen a few strangers in her life, and a few people can witness her growth.

The pure snow-capped mountains and beautiful grasslands are undoubtedly a holy place in the eyes of people. However, for her, it is a dilemma that she cannot get out of. Walking into the tent, people saw the poverty of Chiguoguo.

Although it is the end of the world, for Cheng Ziyang, such poverty is still so distant and unimaginable, and it is completely possible to regard such a life as the most primitive.

In this way, with half emotion and half sympathy, he communicated with her in different languages. He and she were supposed to belong to the same era, but they were completely different.

There is wind on the grassland, and it is the wind that makes this grassland dynamic. Cattle and sheep whisper in the evening breeze. The maiden walked over to her cattle and sheep, her wide mopping robes swaying faintly in the wind.

She is like a wild lily that grows in the wasteland. Although the wild lily is lonely, there will always be a season of bloom.

In the end, Cheng Ziyang still left the tent. He walked without any delay and without any nostalgia. Then he heard the girl's song again, and once again it fluttered in the wind of the steppe.

At this moment, he understood that this was a dialogue, a dialogue that the girl was looking for for herself in an environment where she could not talk. Including those little bells that she wrapped around her braids. As she walks, they make nice sounds, which are rubbing against each other and are conversations.

Obviously, such a conversation will only become extraordinary in this empty world. But for young girls, it is very important.

"How?" A deep voice finally came from the snow-capped mountains in the distance. "That girl is the purest and most beautiful girl I have ever had. Do you like it? ”

"Hmm-" Obviously, Cheng Ziyang had adapted to the appearance of this voice.

Facing the snowy mountain, he asked lightly: "So, I want to ask, Peacock Daming King, what did you do when you didn't become your Buddha Mother Bodhisattva in the Western Heaven Elysium, but ran to my human world?" ”

"Huh!" The voice was silent for a while, and then turned into a crisp laugh. "I thought that countless reincarnations had made you forget a lot of things! I didn't expect you to know who I am! ”

"It's something I don't need to remember." Cheng Ziyang rubbed his swollen head. "The scriptures of Buddhism have been written clearly enough: the Peacock King is the abbreviated name of the Buddha Mother Dajinyao Peacock King Bodhisattva."

The image is a head and four arms, the body of a bodhisattva, riding a peacock, staggering and sitting on a white or lotus seat. On the right, the first hand holds the lotus flower, and the second hand holds the fruit; The first hand on the left side is careful to hold the auspicious fruit, and the second hand holds the three-to-five-stemmed peacock tail. ”

"Oh, that's my real person. However, what I have left in this realm is only a wisp of remnant soul, not a place to occupy the territory of your human king. The voice didn't seem to expect Cheng Ziyang to know so much, so he explained.

"Since this is the case," Cheng Ziyang seized the opportunity and scolded loudly. "What do you want to hold me here? Don't you know the weight of my responsibility when the end times come? ”

"Oh—" There was a hint of hesitation in his voice. "I'm only holding you temporarily. As long as that guy comes to save you, I'll let you go. ”

"Who?" Cheng Ziyang spit out the word lightly.

"Goddess of Justice!" The voice replied cheerfully.

"Why?" Cheng Ziyang's heart twitched. "Where did she offend you?"

"Hmph," the voice seemed to be unwilling. "She and I are both incarnated by the ice of the snowy mountains. Why can she become the protector of the god king and grasp the justice and justice of heaven and earth? And I can only sit in the Western Heaven and explain the Buddha's teachings! ”

"You-you deserve to be a big peacock!" Cheng Ziyang was speechless.

"You cannibalism. If you come to practice, you will eat it in your stomach. Fortunately, Rulai at that time had already cultivated a six-zhang golden body, and it would not be digested by your stomach. ”

"Later, Rulai felt that it was too shameful to go out through the door, so he had to open a hole in your back."

"Originally, he wanted to kill you. As a result, the other Buddhas pleaded for mercy, saying that if you come out of your belly, it is in line with the law of life, and it is equivalent to giving birth to him in disguise, and killing you is equivalent to killing your own mother. ”

"So, Rulai not only didn't blame you, but also named you a 'Buddha Mother', called 'Peacock Daming King'."

"You say how comfortable you are in Western Elysium. Just to fight with her, I ran to this place where birds don't to suffer, what do you want? ”

"I'm just going to take that breath!" The voice grew agitated. "You think Western Elysium is good, phew! I eat vegetarian every day, and I can't even eat salty. The latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.