Wang Majie looked up thoughtfully at the slowly potted red beans, choked up, and was just about to leave, when the girl called out to him behind him.

"Seeing you so haggard, you must be ashamed, this acacia bean will be given to you, it is the fate of you and me." The girl took out a handkerchief, and the handkerchief was wrapped in acacia beans. Wang Majie, who was holding the acacia beans, kept nodding his head in response, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly knelt down in public and said, "I beg the girl to solve my doubts." ”

The little girl shook her head and said, "Are you reluctant to do that acacia bean, or are you starting your life again?" ”

The morning breeze blew, and the scent of the streets swept away the gloom left by Wang Maha's months of nightmares. According to the usual situation, if the widowed official was to follow the ordinary reason, he should naturally find one earlier, not to mention that now the princess fell in love with him at first sight, but Wang Majie always felt at ease in his heart, so it dragged on until now.

When he returned home, Wang Majie lay on a bamboo reclining chair, and the brewed flower tea and acacia beans were placed next to him.

Wang Majie, who just tasted a sip of flower tea, felt heavy eyelids, and he was trying to support him for a moment just now, but after all, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

It's just that this time Wang Majie never dreamed of the fire again, but dreamed of a bewitching acacia tree, the mountains and rivers are bright, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the ancient temples in the deep mountains, and the figure under the acacia tree is close and close.

"Warbler?" Wang Majie suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly chased after him, but the distance between the two was always a catastrophe, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious Wang Majie couldn't help but call.

"Warbler!" With a bang, the sleeping Wang Majie suddenly sat up from the recliner.

Wang Majie was stunned for a while, and was about to reach for tea, but when he saw the acacia beans on the tea table, he suddenly thought of something, walked briskly towards the door, and shouted as he walked: "Lao Sun, prepare a fast horse for me, I want to go back to Puzhou." ”

The horses are whipped, and the hooves of the horses are bursting.

Wang Maha went straight to Puzhou Kichijo Temple, he didn't know why he suddenly asked Kichijo Temple, but the impulse in his heart was enough to make Wang Maha abandon all ideas, the most important thing is that Wang Maha dreamed of an ancient temple in the mountains, and that ancient temple was Kichijo Temple.

Wang Majie, who came to the foot of Jixiang Mountain, saw an old monk in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, and the old monk sat in the pavilion as if he had expected Wang Majie to come at this time.

"Enlightenment presidence." Wang Majie said breathlessly.

"Lord Wang, I came thousands of miles, I was thirsty compared to it, I drank this cup of tea and moistened my throat."

Wang Majie didn't stop him, but hurriedly asked: "Enlightened host, I don't know if the acacia tree in the temple is still there." ”

The old monk shook his head: "Whether you are there or not, it all depends on the thought of the king benefactor." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Have you ever heard of the story of the South Orange and the North Accumulation?"

"This is nature, I'm just curious if my warbler has something to do with that acacia tree?"

The old monk nodded, then shook his head.

The old monk's appearance of wanting to speak made Wang Majie impatient, and he hurriedly knelt down and said, "I beg the monk to solve his doubts." ”

The old monk sighed and said: "It's all bad fate, the April donor, the old man lost." ”

In the panicked eyes of Wang Majie, the big cyan bird reappeared, hovering in the sky for a few weeks, and then landed next to Wang Majie and turned into a child.

"Old monk, in fact, you didn't lose, even my sister just guessed, this man is too half-hearted, otherwise the world will be peaceful." April said with a white glance.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha." ”

Now Wang Maha looked at April in horror and hesitation, and he didn't know why all of this was going on.

April didn't explain much, and as soon as he lifted Wang Maha high and threw it into the air, he turned into a green luan and walked away, and Wang Maha who was sitting on April's back trembled and didn't say a word.

"To be honest, there are a few exclusive nouns for men like you in a hundred years, I'll popularize science with you, the first one is called Ma Bao Nan, which is to listen to your mother after everything, and the second one is called a scumbag, which is half-hearted."

Where can Wang Majie listen now, he grabbed the two feathers on the back of the blue bird, and grinned in pain: "Don't pull my hair, don't pull my hair, it'll be gone for me in a while." Xie Ding understands or not, I don't want to be the kind of old man who combs his hair in half when he grows up. ”

On the mountain behind Kichijoji, Cui Yingying will never forget this place, and at that time he was still called Red Bean.

At this time, Cui Yingying was tied to an altar by Wuhuada, and there was a corpse lying next to her, Cui Yingying looked at the past, that person was Wang Fu Cui'er, and at this time a figure wearing a mask appeared beside her.

"Who are you, and why did you do it to my husband?" Cui Yingying immediately asked after seeing the figure.

"Your husband? That Wang Maha, who can only write poems and paint? The figure smiled disdainfully: "Wake up, he betrayed your love, betrayed your oath, he married the princess, and he is about to become a concubine, and you can only hide in a place where you can't see people for the rest of your life." ”

Seeing Cui Yingying, whose expression was a little sluggish, the words of the masked figure began to soften: "Don't worry, after today, I will take care of you, that man named Wang Maha will never appear in your memory in this life, the two of us will last forever, isn't this good?" ”

"Who the hell are you?" Cui Yingying hurriedly asked.

"It's just a lump of mud, am I right?" Suddenly, a voice came from the quiet and eerie hillside.

The masked figure said with some surprise: "It's you!" ”

Sima Yue slowly walked out of the woods and said flatly: "I've always been curious, Cui Yingying is just a little tree demon, how can she turn into a human in a few decades. Then I found a friend of mine, an enlightened old monk from Kichijoji, and he told me that where the mountains and rivers converge, the time and place are favorable, and the sun and moon can turn into yellow mud. Yellow mud does not exist alone, only attached to the woods, can reverse the four seasons of north and south, the two depend on each other, when one of them is committed to the perfection of the time it comes out of thin air, called yellow mud. ”

Seeing Sima Yue point out his identity, the figure that had been hiding under the mask looked up to the sky and shouted: "It's really that I underestimated you, who are you." ”

Sima Yue pouted: "My name is Sima Yue, just a time peddler, I didn't plan to care, who told you to kidnap my customer." ”

The figure of taking off the mask made Cui Yingying dumbfounded: "Xiaorong?!" It turned out to be you. ”