Mandala Hua felt as if he was walking among the clouds, but in the gap between the clouds, the rows of farmhouse-like courtyards also reminded him that this was just an ordinary village. The village is inexplicably clean, the walls are white and bamboo, and the color is refreshing as if it has been washed with water; Although there are fallen leaves on the ground, the fallen leaves are fallen leaves, and they fall on the ground without being contaminated with dust; Even the cowpen and chicken coop do not smell of feces, and the cows, sheep and chickens walk around leisurely, as if they have just been bathed by their owners; Mandala Hua took a deep breath, and an indescribable feeling of comfort lifted his spirits:

Uh-huh, how can there be such a clean village, spotless, that's what we mean here?

Although the clouds and mist are swirling, walking in them does not feel obstructive at all, on the contrary, it seems to cleanse your eyes, and when the oncoming passers-by smile at themselves, the respectful color in their eyes can be seen clearly! Their appearance was slightly different: they had high noses and deep eyes, and they smiled piously and brightly, and they were all dressed in white without exception, and the color of their skin was slightly darker, and when they saw them, they folded their hands, and the words that came out of their mouths were unheard of:

It seems that this is not a Middle-earther, and he secretly wonders: how did he come to be?

He suddenly felt as if he knew the way, and knew where he was going: there was a courtyard in front of him that looked slightly larger than the other courtyards, and he unceremoniously pushed the door in, but at the entrance of the entrance, he took the initiative to take off his shoes, and someone next to him immediately set them up for him, and he went on as a matter of course, and the room was full of people, men, women, and children, who also sat with their hands folded and reverently sat on a huge, dark green carpet like a meadow, and in front of each person there was a small square table, on which were placed with paper, pens, and other things.

And he went straight to the crowd, and sat down on a platform much higher than all of them, and they fell on their knees, and saluted? He thought, but was startled by the sound that came out of his mouth:

Well?? How can you speak their language yourself??

However, his mouth kept coming out of this language that he didn't understand, and from time to time he looked at the books spread out in front of him, explaining the meaning of the above words to everyone, and everyone kept nodding their heads yes, and with his explanation, everyone's faces showed more and more expressions of understanding.

In the midst of a quiet voice, there was a "squeak-" sound, and the door was suddenly opened, the door was not too loud, but it seemed to have the magic of hitting the soul hard, and he wondered if he would have a sense of fear.

Well?? What's going on??

He couldn't help but look up: the open door sent a person in with a line of white light, because he was facing the light, except for the silhouette of what seemed to be a woman, everything else was hidden in the light, he couldn't help but close his eyes, sober up and look again:

Not bad! It's a woman, and a woman like no other!

She was not dressed in white, it was a dark red to black dress, although it was not dirty, but it was not spotless as everyone, the corners of the skirt were covered with wind and dust, she did not take off the shoes on her feet and was barefoot like everyone else, but wore simple cloth shoes, the shoes were covered with dirt, and every time she walked by, there was a dirt footprint with clear edges on the green carpet.

Is it a long way to go? He asked secretly.

The woman was very young, and her face was peerlessly gorgeous, but her face was full of sorrow, and she approached him with sad eyes, describing something; He didn't understand, he didn't understand, he looked at her pleading eyes, and the language function that had been gushing before was completely gone! He could only listen quietly, but he clearly sensed the girl's despair, and his heart trembled, and the moment the tears in the girl's eyes finally dropped, his also poured out.

He saw himself raise his sleeves and wipe away the girl's tears, but suddenly regained the function of speech, and said something to the girl, the look in the girl's eyes gradually dimmed, she let go of the hand that had been holding him since entering the door, and slowly turned away, her back lonely and desolate. He involuntarily followed her behind, watching her walk towards a corner of the village.

It was the appearance of a well, surrounded by clean pebbles into a half-meter-high well platform, the well platform did not have the usual moss, everything was green and white, washed with water and not stained dust, the girl stared at the deep well water for a moment, but looked back at the distance, her eyes were confused and sad, and when she turned around, she decided to jump into the well!

He was frightened, rushed over, and only had time to touch the corner of the girl's skirt, and watched the girl rush into the dark space like a blooming flower, and at the last moment of falling into the darkness, he seemed to see the girl look at him for the last time: sadness, despair, relief...

He suddenly remembered the girl's name:

"Maga ----!!!"

......

......

Mandala Hua roared and sat up, the scene in the dream still made his heart palpitate, he gasped for a moment, and in the dim light, he suddenly found the girl sitting in front of his bed, he was surprised, tearful, hugged the girl, whimpered:

"It's good you're alive!"

The girl let him hold him for a while, gently broke free, stared into his eyes, the sad and desperate eyes in his memory disappeared little by little, and he woke up:

"Oh, I'm sorry, Himeyu-senpai!"

Ji Yu giggled and stood up:

"Why are you sober and treat me as her?"

Mandala Hua couldn't help but ask:

"Who is she? Who is Maga? What happened to her?! ”

Ji Yu didn't answer, she slowly walked to the window, looked at the darkness outside the window, and said half-loudly:

"Well, thank you for detoxifying me, I have returned your spiritual root to you. However, the wear and tear is heavy, and I'm afraid you'll need to recuperate for a while. ”

Mandala Hua sat cross-legged on the bed, slowing down his breath, and after a few weeks, he didn't feel that there was any lack of support, and he asked:

"Is your poison sealed?"

Ji Yu looked at him, nodded and said:

"It's closed enough for hundreds of years. Let's talk about the rest later."

The two were silent for a while, and Mandala Hua finally spoke:

"Seniors, please tell me if you have something in the future, but you don't have to leave the hands of Yu San'er, since my father detoxified you last time, he told me that no matter when and where in the future, as long as you need it, I will help!"

Ji Yu nodded, pondering for a while but said:

"You and I know each other, but you don't have to mention it to Yu San'er, all people are sinister, how do you know that they are all Buddhas since the beginning of the eon? The sorrow of the Three Realms is beyond the reach of pure and virtuous people like you and your father. I heard, you are about to be reincarnated in the world? ”

Mandala Hua nodded, Ji Yu stared at him for a moment, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally sighed:

"When your father's soul was imprisoned, I learned about it, and I wanted to tell you about it under the guise of Yu San, but I didn't expect to change on the way, and I was kidnapped by that demonic spirit! Alas.. ”

Mandala Hua couldn't help asking:

"Do you know who imprisoned my father's soul?"

Ji Yu shook his head slowly:

"This matter is not something that can be done by Yu Zhongyi, the third hall Yan Jun, as for the main envoy behind it, it has not yet been investigated. Well, you go to the world to reincarnate for a while, and when you come back, I may find some answers."

After speaking, with a flick of the long sleeves, the mandala Hua fell backwards, and Ji Yu stared at his face for a long time, and then sat back in the chair, and the chair slowly swayed again, and with the swaying, the face changed unpredictably, showing Yu San'er's appearance again.

Yu San'er stood up again, saw the sleeping mandala Hua, stretched out his hand, the light suddenly dimmed, he went to lie on the side of the mandala Hua, stared at the mandala Hua for a long time, and then fell asleep dimly.