Aihua picked up the soul wood, smiled bitterly, and said, "Why do you bother. ”

Qin Baisui and Lijing were puzzled when they heard Aihua's words, but they saw a wisp of light smoke floating out of the soul wood, and a woman in a red dress appeared on the bluestone platform.

Aihua stood up and faced the woman, or the remnant soul of the Hundred Flowers True Monarch......

Qin Baisui thought that the remnant soul of the Hundred Flowers True Monarch had long since dispersed, but he did not expect that the remnant soul of the Hundred Flowers True Monarch had been living in the soul wood of this wooden box.

Baihua Zhenjun looked at Aihua, his eyes swept over his dress, and suddenly showed a smile, she was afraid that in the past ten thousand years, he empathized with her......

"Are you still angry with me?" Baihua Zhenjun looked at him, her gorgeous facial features, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Aihua wanted to step forward and hug her into his arms, but knowing that this was already an extravagant hope, he said calmly: "I haven't been angry for a long time." ”

"Then have you ever loved me?" Baihua Zhenjun wanted to ask him if he still loved him, but the lotus clothes on his body became more and more dazzling the more he looked at it, and when the words came to his mouth, he could only ask him if he had ever loved her.

"Loved. ”

Baihua Zhenjun tilted his head suddenly, revealing the delicate appearance of a little woman, and said with a smile: "Then can you play another song?"

"Good. ”

Aihua's expression was soft, her hands were raised, and a jade flute was taken into his hand, her flying eyebrows were closed, her red lips were attached to the jade flute, and a lingering and beautiful song echoed on the bluestone platform.

Qin Baisui crossed the back of Aihua and looked at Baihua Zhenjun, her eyes were still obsessed, and the affection in her eyes was still moving.

The song is very good, better than the Yaoqin played by Lu Tingxue.

But why do listeners want to cry so much?

Qin Baisui unconsciously raised his hand and wiped away a tear from the corner of his eyes before coming back to his senses, but saw that Baihua Zhenjun had disappeared, and this time her remnant soul really dispersed with the song.

Aihua Zhenjun was still standing with his back to them, the jade flute in his hand was put down, and a breeze blew, and the jade flute turned into powder with the wind and disappeared into his hand.

Qin Baisui recognized this jade flute, which was the jade flute of "Picking Flowers Zhenjun" in the picture that Baihua Zhenjun showed her.

A song of soul dissipation, a song of flute dissipation, and a song of love.

Aika turned around and picked up the soul wood of the long table.

Qin Baisui and Jingjing found out that at some point, a delicate red flower actually bloomed on the soul wood.

Aihua looked at Honghua, frowned and muttered: "Zen name Aihua, I still love you all the time." After saying that, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes were very clear.

Qin Baisui didn't notice it, but how could he not feel that he was also a Buddha cultivator, and he could not feel that he loved flowers This is the sublimation of the Buddha's heart, and when he returns to the temple to retreat, he can advance to the late stage of the transformation of the gods.

Aihua smiled and took out two pots of spiritual wine, sat back at the long table, threw a pot at Qin Baisui, held a pot herself, and said, "He doesn't drink, you little girl, just accompany the old monk to drink a pot, and the old monk won't drink in the future." ”

Qin Baisui held the wine jug in both hands and smiled awkwardly: "I don't drink either." "It's not that she doesn't drink, it's that the amount of alcohol is too bad, three glasses, no, it should be said that she pours it in three sips.

Lijing took the wine jug in Qin Baisui's hand and said to Aihua, "Uncle Shi, I'll drink with you." ”

"Hehe, you're going to be vulgar. Aihua raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said no more.

The old monk complex has been completed, the young monk complex has risen, the former has been put down, and the latter has just picked it up.

Qin Baisui took out the berries on the side and ate them, opened his mouth and asked, "Is it still vulgar?"

Jing took a sip of spiritual wine, didn't look at Qin Baisui, lowered his eyelids, and nodded: "Well, I want to change the cultivation method in the future." ”

"The masters of Xiangyun Temple are willing to let you go, you are a genius Buddhist cultivator!"

"There is no shortage of geniuses in the cultivation process. ”

Qin Baisui pursed his lips and nodded, eating her spirit fruit with a smile, and the two of them drank the spirit wine wordlessly, one sip after another, and after a while, both of them finished drinking.

Aihua's face did not change after drinking, but her cheeks were red, and her eyes were a little drunk.

Aihua took out a string of Buddhist beads, handed it to Jing, and said to Qin Baisui: "This string of Buddhist beads will be given to you." ”

Qin Baisui swallowed the popping berries in his mouth, looked at the Buddha beads in Jing's hand, and asked, "You gave me Buddha beads, why did the Buddha beads give them to Master Jing." ”

Aihua said with a smile: "He doesn't come to you every day to get rid of your anger, this string of Buddhist beads for him to wear, when chanting, it will have a miraculous effect, which can speed up the help of helping you get rid of anger." ”

Qin Baisui sighed, wiped his hands, and said to Aihua: "Thank you Master Aihua." ”

Aihua waved her hand and disappeared in front of the two, and what disappeared with him was the wooden box and the Yuanshen lamp on the table, as well as the soul wood.

Lijing sat aside, and when he saw Aihua leaving, he also stood up and said to Qin Baisui: "The little monk still has something to do, so he will leave first, fellow Daoist, see you tomorrow." ”

Qin Baisui saw Jing's body shake for a moment, and just wanted to reach out to help him, but he twisted his body and strode towards the outside of the formation

She couldn't help but smile when she saw his back straightened, and he was about to walk out of the posture of the same hands and feet.

......

Lijing went all the way down the mountain, and when he met someone to greet him, he also calmly folded his hands and nodded.

When he walked into the meditation room of the floating dust, he lay down on the soft collapse opposite the floating dust without any image, holding the cylindrical pillow on the side, secretly reminiscing about the softness of the person.

Fuchen smelled the smell of wine all over his body, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter, I was dragged by your Uncle Aihua to drink?"

"Uncle Aihua said that he would never drink again in the future, and asked Daoyou to accompany him to drink a pot, Daoyou would not drink, and the disciple did. ”

Fuchen naturally knew who the Taoist friend in Jing's mouth was, but it was very rare, when Lijing spoke, his expression and tone were a little childish, and Fuchen hadn't seen such a net for a long time.

"You love Uncle Hua and won't drink in the future, didn't you go out to buy, why did you go to drink with that kid Suncheon?"

Lijing hummed, his eyes blinked, a pair of phoenix eyes were not peaceful, and the wine was dyed in the corners of his eyes, he said: "If you meet, you will drink, Master, do you know that before Uncle Aihua entered, there was a Taoist couple." He didn't wait for Fuchen to speak, and continued: "Uncle Shi's Taoist companion asked Daoyou to find Uncle Shi's Taoist couple, they met, but Uncle Shi's Taoist couple only had a wisp of remnant soul left, the disciple thought, Uncle Shi must be hiding in the meditation room now crying nose, the disciple listened to the song played by the uncle, and the disciple cried. ”

After a paragraph of incoherent words, Fuchen still understood.

"Then your uncle must let it go, and it won't be long before our Xiangyun Temple will have a second late stage of transforming into a god. ”

Lijing lay on his back, put his palm on his chest, and said, "Uncle Shi put it down, but the disciple can't let it go." He got up suddenly, looking drunk, but said very seriously: "Master, when the battle for the seizure of the boundary is over, the disciple wants to return to the world." ”

Fuchen had already known Jing's thoughts, and he asked him with a smile: "Don't be a teacher?"

Lijing shook his head, and suddenly stretched out his hand like when he was a child, pinched Fuchen's face, and said coquettishly: "How can the disciple not want the master, otherwise when the disciple is still vulgar, the disciple will not call the master the master." ”

"Hehe, then what do you want to call a teacher?"

Lijing let go of his hand, fell on the low table with his head weak, raised his eyes to look at the floating dust, and said with a smile: "Call Dad, is Dad?"

Fuchen's heart softened, touched his head, and said, "Okay, you are still vulgar, you can call it whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want." ”

Buddha cultivation cannot completely let go of everything in the world, so it is necessary to practice in the world, until the same thing is let go, and then it can become a great power.

Like Aihua, she can't let go of the guilt in her heart, and the floating dust can't let go of this little disciple.

"Well, Master is the best. ”

Fuchen couldn't help but tease him and said, "Master, then you still don't want Master for others?"

Lijing blinked, thinking about who the other person Fuchen was talking about, and then straightened his head and said, "The disciple is not entirely for the sake of Taoist friends. As he spoke, he tilted his head again, pressed his face against the table, and muttered, "My Buddha's heart is unstable, not entirely because of fellow Daoists, Master...... When a disciple cultivates a Buddha, he doesn't want to kill, and he thinks that the Buddha can't kill...... Aren't mortals what we should protect, then you kill sentient beings for your Buddha mind, no matter whether you succeed or fail, mortals in the two worlds, one of them will die...... Master, this is not the disciple's Buddha's mind......"

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