I pinned all my hopes on Fusheng, because the golden light of that book "Fusheng" was so similar to the golden light I saw in the Qiankun Array that day. Although I don't know how Meng Xi provoked this huge book, I still know that this matter started because of me.

Fusheng set his eyes in the direction of the Nai He Bridge, and I followed his gaze. I saw that the original manic wind and clouds had long since disappeared, leaving only the soft golden light emitted by the golden book shadow alone. Meng Xi was dressed in a red dress without wind and automatic, in front of the giant book, she was so small.

Fusheng said softly: "This is the path chosen by Master Meng Shi, how can you talk about saving?" ”

I stared blankly at the floating life, and at that moment, I felt that what I saw was not a compassionate monk, but an indifferent demon!

"It's time to go." As soon as the words fell, a portal appeared in front of him, and before I could react, he pushed him into the door.

I was unsteady on my feet and fell to the ground, but I didn't have the heart to pay attention to whether it was injured at this time, and I hurriedly turned around, only to see that the portal had disappeared without a trace, and the powerlessness in my heart hit again. I gritted my teeth, glared at Fusheng and said, "You premeditated, didn't you, I led out the huge book of "Fusheng", and Sister Meng Po sacrificed, it was all planned by you, right?" ”

"Yes and no." Fusheng still smiled, "Flower donor, Meng donor is not a sacrifice. ”

"If it's not a sacrifice, how can you turn white in an instant and lose all your mana!" I yelled at the floating life in a gaffe, I didn't understand why this man could be so cold.

Fusheng sighed and said, "You'll understand later." ”

Hell, I don't want to understand at all, I just want to be that little flower demon who has no heart and lungs and pesters Meng Xi for soup all day long!

Unable to pay attention to the floating life, I tried to stand up, only to find a tingling pain in my ankle, which should have been broken when I had just fallen. Fusheng stretched out his hand to help me, but I pushed him away, I am annoyed when I see this person now, how can I accept his help!

Only then did I have time to look around, and in front of me was an endless field of youthful meadows, with the occasional mischievous flower creeping in. Behind is a forest, and as far as the eye can see, the cobwebs of the treetops are still hanging with dew. Behind the woods is a high mountain with clouds and mist, and several white pavilions are faintly visible.

I have been in the barren Yellow Spring since I was born, and I have never seen such a scene, and I was instantly stunned. It turns out that there is more than one flower on the other side of the world; It turns out that there are so many green things besides stems and leaves; It turned out that in addition to gray, the sky could also be blue, and the clouds could also be washed as clean as Sister Meng's plain skirt......

"Where is this......" I muttered.

"The place where Meng Xi was born." Fusheng explained, "We are in the memories of Meng Xi at this time. His voice was no longer as childish as it had been, but a deep, magnetic male voice.

I found out that he had grown taller at some point, and the little monk who was half a head shorter than me before suddenly grew into a big monk who was a head taller than me.

"You...... How did you grow up......" I looked at him in a daze, only to realize that his eyes were bottomless pitch black, not pale gold.

Fusheng folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the flower donor laughed, the poor monk is not 'grown up', but this is the original appearance of the poor monk." ”

He doesn't call himself a little monk anymore, he is a poor monk.

I sneered, "Sure enough, it's a joke that the monks don't speak!" ”