I am a rattan tree on the banks of the Hushui River, and I have been guarding the Hushui River for many years.

From the lush branches to the falling leaves, I spent countless months alone at sunset, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and finally one day, I gradually had a spiritual root.

After having the spiritual root, I began to think about the meaning of Fujisheng, maybe if I had cultivated enough here, I would be able to transform into a form.

But this place is too barren, and I can't see a single figure for a few years, but I can occasionally see a few demons.

As soon as they saw me, they all shook their heads and sighed, "Little Fujimu, your aura here is too thin, and it is estimated that it will take hundreds of years for you to transform into a shape." ”

But what can I do? I'm desperate!

I thought that my life was like this, but one day, on the banks of the Hushui River, a monk suddenly came.

He's so good-looking, better than any shapeshifting goblin I've ever seen.

I suddenly remembered what Sister Hongyan said, Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

But he is not a son, he is just a monk, although he is not wearing monk's clothes, but the ring scar on the top of his head remains forever like a scar.

The monk sat down on a bluestone on the bank of the Hushui River and took out a little fox from his arms, no, to be precise, it was the demon spirit of a fox demon.

He held the demon spirit of the little fox and looked at her quietly, his eyes were thick and unbreakable, he loved her, right?

For some reason, I could feel a great deal of grief hanging over him.

He's sad, but will such a good-looking person be sad?

"Shuli, I'm going to the Snow Mountain to find the ghost." He sighed softly and gently stroked the sleeping little fox with his fingertips.

Wading through the Hushui River, the Wuye Mountain on the opposite side is the residence of the king's ghost.

I'm a little confused, why is he looking for a ghost? Jun Ghost is an evil spirit outside the Three Realms, he is very greedy, but he is very trustworthy, if you ask him for help, as long as Jun Ghost agrees, it will definitely be done, but the price you need is often very huge.

The monk sat alone on the bluestone and did not speak again, but his eyes were looking at the fox in his palm for a moment.

There is a feeling of 10,000 years at a glance.

Finally, when the sun was setting, he carefully took the little fox into his arms, and then stood up.

I was a little sad, maybe it was his grief that infected me and made me feel emotional for the first time in my life.

His eyes wandered around me, and then fell on me, and I shrunk back in fear, not knowing what he wanted to do.

He suddenly opened his mouth: "It's you." ”

I thought he must be a good guy because he was so good-looking, but he turned me into a cane.

I wanted to escape, but my body had become a crutch, and I felt my spiritual power slowly dissipate between heaven and earth, and at this moment, he raised his hand and injected a spiritual power into me.

He was obviously a man of sound limbs, so why a crutch?

My stomach full of doubts was finally wiped out after he took me to Wuye Mountain.

He saw the ghost of the king, and at the cost of a pair of Buddha's eyes, he begged the ghost to wake up the little fox.

Jun Ghost used his mana to explore the Three Realms, and finally shook his head in disappointment: "She doesn't belong here. ”

"What do you mean?" He asked eagerly.

"I can't tell." This is the first time in hundreds of thousands of years that the ghost has lost his hand, and he sighed and waved his hand to let the monk leave.

The ghost didn't get things done, so naturally he didn't want his Buddha's eyes.

The monk took out the little fox from his arms with trembling hands and kissed her gently: "Shuli, what should I do?" ”

There was a deep despair between his brows, and his shoulders trembled faintly, and I thought he must have cried.

Is it because even the king ghost can't do it?

I suddenly hated this fox demon named Shuli, what the hell happened?

The monk took me across the Hushui River again, and he sat on the bluestone by the river, sitting for a day, looking at the little fox in his palm with a stunned gaze.

I was put at his feet, his Buddha's eyes are still there, and he doesn't need me.

I suddenly felt a little sad, but he didn't leave and stayed here.

From the taciturn at the beginning, to the soft whispering later, I heard all the things between him and Shuli, maybe all of them.

It turned out that Shuli was a three-thousand-year-old goblin, and for the sake of his senior brother, he dedicated all his spiritual power to Ignorant Mountain.

I was stunned when I heard it, three thousand years, I don't know the mountain, Shuli must love him very much.

He said that he was sorry for her, that everything was understood too late, and that she was already dead to him at that time.

He said that he had killed a lot of people over the years, just to find a seven-trick exquisite heart to sacrifice to Ignorant Mountain, so that she could come back, he was originally a Buddha who crossed the world, but he became a demon for her.

The Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart was finally found, and he went to Ignorant Mountain ecstatically.

But the mountain ghost who didn't know the mountain told him that this method was useful to anyone in the world, but her.

When he asked, the mountain ghost refused to say more.

He became a demon, but he still couldn't get her back.

He must have liked Shuli very much, the kind engraved in his heart, maybe no less than Shuli's love, but he had an epiphany too late.

Maybe many people will scold him when they hear their stories, thinking what did he do earlier?

But I think in the past, he was a Buddha, and his whole life was born in the world, and it didn't belong to him.

And at this time, Shuli appeared, like a light, shining into his original unchanging life, her appearance was like a stone thrown into his heart, so she is important.

That's right.

The monk sat on the bluestone for a long time and was silent.

Sometimes, he just sits quietly, like a Buddha, but he does not have the compassion of a Buddha around him, and all his feelings are given to a fox demon named Shuli.

More often than not, he muttered to the little fox.

"I've always remembered the first time I saw you." The monk held the little fox in his hand, his eyes were gentle, as if he was looking at the whole world, "You must have thought that you took the initiative to talk to me." ”

"That day, you were wearing a fiery red dress, under the peach blossom tree, a foot flew up the peach blossom rain." His expression was stricken, and the tenderness in his voice was almost uncontrollable.

I listened quietly to all his whispers, and the peach blossom rain that Shuli flew up with one foot must be very beautiful.

Maybe it was at that time that the monk moved his mortal heart and turned his back on the Buddha he had always believed in, but he was always deeply entangled, so he was wrong.

Completely wrong.

"Shuli, come back." As he spoke, he burst into tears.

I watched him shed tears, and I wanted to shed tears, but I was just a crutch, and there were no tears.

"I was wrong, enough punishment for so long, Shuli." His tears kept falling, his voice choked, and he was aggrieved like a child.

"As long as you can come back." The monk wept silently.

This is the first time he has stayed on the bank of the Hushui River, and it may be that the last straw has finally broken.

He held out for so long, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore.

He buried his face in his palm, and I saw tears drip down his fingers and disappear into the dust.

I wondered, would he just give up?

Maybe, or maybe this has become his obsession, life after life.