A moment of pain is exchanged for a moment of awakening, and the eternal disposition is destined to be difficult to calm down.

Even if she is enlightened, Mrs. Hu's heart still hurts every day.

She practiced with the monks in the mountains, with morning bells and dusk drums, trying to silence her mind.

It is nothing more than filling his emptiness with busy thoughts and letting himself forget about his emotional wounds for a while.

Treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

She would often stand on a high place, looking at the scenery below the mountain in a daze.

The monk always watched her silently and did not bother.

Mrs. Hu began to like jade-making.

The feeling of immersion and busyness allowed her to forget the pain more completely.

She spent time with the monks, every day, from morning till night.

They do homework together, eat three meals a day together, travel together to find stones, and carve jade together.

The monk is as gentle as jade, and his mood is detached.

For Mrs. Hu, like a warm light, it unconsciously occupied her whole heart.

The emotional wound made Madame Hu cautious about the monk's contact.

Would the monk accept her affection for such virtue?

What the genius did to her, will it happen again?

The two remained together for many years, until the monk reached the end of his life.

Monks are not demons, no matter how deep they are, they are always mortals.

He lay on the bed, dying.

Madame Hu held his hand.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

One is sad and lonely, and the other is panting with a wry smile.

The monk took out a jade pendant from his bosom and placed it in the palm of Madame Hu's hand.

It was the monk's personal treasure jade, never half a step away from his body.

The monk held Madame Hu's hand and finally closed his eyes.

Mrs. Hu wept bitterly.

She hesitated for so many years, and finally missed it.

Mrs. Hu cremated the monk's body and went down the mountain.

For love and love, she is still confused.

has experienced abuse and betrayal, and has also experienced the loss of true love.

Mrs. Hu decided to go down the mountain to find answers for herself.

This is hundreds of years of time.

Or go alone, or find someone you like and accompany you for a lifetime.

For hundreds of years, Madame Hu has never met a single person, which makes her feel like a genius and a monk at the beginning.

She was a little tired.

Mrs. Hu returned to the mountains where she was born.

Over the centuries, this inaccessible environment hasn't changed much.

The newborn little foxes of unknown generations regard her as an old-timer and ask her questions curiously.

Mrs. Hu chatted with them kindly, as if she were in a different world.

Mrs. Hu turned into a fox and planned to live here for the rest of her life.

She had a mate of the same clan and gave birth to a child.

This is Hu Xiaomu.

Hu Xiaomu intentionally or unintentionally, she turned into a girl-like body.

This made Mrs. Hu a little surprised, and also made the little foxes of the same race envious.

"Go back to the world, Jinshu." The elder of the clan said: "If you have a human body, you should be popular." Xiao Mu has this talent, it is the will of God, you are not fated. ”

Mrs. Hu pondered for a few days.

She rubbed the jade pendant left by the monk and froze in a daze in the mountain stream.

Hu Xiaomu sang happily and frolicked beside her.

In the end, Mrs. Hu sighed, hung the jade pendant on Hu Xiaomu's chest, and transformed into a human form herself.

Since the fate of the dust is not over, let's go back to the world but the fate of the dust.

Mrs. Hu stood on the mountain road, hugged Hu Xiaomu and said goodbye to the clansmen.

She finally went down again.

Mrs. Hu took Hu Xiaomu to wander in the world for decades, traveled to many places, and finally learned that there is a place called Demon Street.

Mrs. Hu was surprised. When she came here and found that all kinds of demon spirits lived and worked here in peace and order, she was very moved.

She believes that here, she can find her destiny and home.

Mrs. Hu opened her own jade shop, abiding by the order of the demon street, and doing business.

She became acquainted with the bosses on the demon street, and gradually gained status in the industry.

A young Taoist priest came to Madame Hu's jade shop to buy and sell and fell in love with her at first sight.

Mrs. Hu didn't think anything.

Her bewitchment, the men who have surrendered in a thousand years, can't be counted.

Up to the prince and grandson, down to the ruffian beggars.

was infatuated with her, and he couldn't impress her at all.

For Mrs. Hu, this kind of person can be dismissed with a word.

"Want me? You can't do it. Mrs. Hu said to him with a smile: "Unless you are one day prosperous and prosperous, and you can make me rely on you for everything, maybe I will be tempted." ”

The young Taoist priest left here with fiery feelings.

The idea of "getting ahead" made him lose himself.

He no longer cultivates well, no longer does what he can.

Like a psychopath, he thinks about how to make a fortune and make a name for himself every day.

When Mrs. Hu heard this, she sighed a little.

But she didn't take it to heart.

For a moment, she has seen a lot.

Such a person, when he is tired, he will naturally not toss.

Unable to do his own business in a down-to-earth manner, the Taoist priest became more and more unable to achieve anything.

Is it failure that motivates you to be lost, or is it that being lost makes you more and more defeated?

Or maybe it's a vicious circle.

The Taoist priest has changed from youth to middle age, and has never grown at all, and has achieved nothing.

He is kind. Even though he was trapped by love and had a difficult life, he still took in a stray child and recognized him as an apprentice.

The Taoist priest is very good to his apprentices, and his enthusiasm and persistence are also infecting the apprentices.

The little Taoist priest who is ignorant of the world regards the master as his role model.

The two are obsessed with their own little world and are unwilling to extricate themselves.

Mrs. Hu watched him go from youth to middle age, and slowly began to be moved.

From time to time, she would also take the initiative to inquire about the current situation of the Taoist priest.

The same failure, the same desire to "get ahead".

Mrs. Hu felt very indebted to him.

When she heard that the Taoist priest had received an extremely dangerous commission, her heart trembled.

She hesitated for a long time, and finally rushed over.

The Taoist priest had been severely injured and was dying.

The little Taoist priest hugged him and cried helplessly.

Mrs. Hu watched all this silently, and her heart throbbed.

The Taoist priest touched the little Taoist priest's face and said his last words with difficulty.

"You must get ahead, you must be famous......" The Taoist priest spoke, his eyes began to drift: "Only like that...... You can do what you want to do and keep the people you want to keep......"

He looked at the starry sky, his consciousness becoming more and more blurred.

"In this world, the weak have the power to love, but they have no ability to be loved...... If there is an afterlife, I would rather be lonely for the rest of my life......"

Mrs. Hu watched him close her eyes, and her heart was gloomy.

She silently shed tears and returned to her shop.

Only the little Taoist priest who seemed to understand was left, crying hoarsely.

The last words of the Taoist priest became the demon of the little Taoist priest.

It wasn't until the failure of the street fight that the little Taoist priest came to his senses.

Mrs. Hu looked at the figure of the little Taoist priest leaving, and was silent.

Her dust edge has another layer.

Mrs. Hu's experience made Zuo Jing regret her gossip a little.

Her heart hurts so much right now.

Zuo Jing tried hard to think about some unimportant things to relieve such heavy emotions.

"That old bastard...... Ah no, why didn't the infatuated Taoist priest come to fight the street like his apprentice? ”

Mrs. Hu stroked Hu Xiaomu's head and said lightly: "He knows that he doesn't have the ability to fight the street." If you fail, you won't be able to enter the demon street again in this life, which means that you won't be able to see me again in this life. ”

"He who falls in love loses himself. But for the person who made them fall in love, it will be doubly clear. ”

Mrs. Hu closed her eyes and whispered to herself:

"Love......