The flowers on the other side quickly withered into mud and turned into dust. Xuanyuan Wuwu and Mr. Shenbi have been looking at this gorgeous but colorless flower through the cold light of the lamp and candle, and they have been waiting for nearly an hour. Qin Zhongweng seemed to be asleep, and Miss Mei'er went to take care of Xin'er at this time.

The remnants of the dishes on the table are still there, whether it is the clouds and water, Sijun is like the moon, or the ecstasy, and the ten thousand styles have cooled, and the end is a thought that makes people look abruptly eclipsed.

When the flowers on the other side withered, the night breeze outside the pavilion was as clear as water, and there was a sigh. Mr. Shenbi's expression gradually changed, and he muttered to himself, Xuanyuan asked without worry, "Jiang Lang is coming back soon?"

Mr. Shenbi smiled incomprehensibly and said, "Even if this Jiang Lang does not return, there will be another Jiang Lang back." However, the future is still unpredictable, and I am afraid that Jiang Lang, who will come back, will be unable to bear the burden and be unsustainable. ”

The sound of the wind suddenly changed, and the light and shadow of the lights and candles in the pavilion were as ethereal as butterflies. Qin Zhongweng, who was asleep, woke up suddenly and blurted out, "Could it be that there is another accident?"

A wisp of wind blew in, the clothes of the three people swayed, and then a clear whistle rushed up between the pavilions, Jiang Zuo's cloth clothes flew from the vast night, a cloth clothes belt when the wind, a pair of big sleeves swayed like clouds.

Xuanyuan was both surprised and delighted, and said: "It turns out that Jiang Lang has returned, but I don't know if it is this Jiang Lang or another Jiang Lang?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi stopped at the table and said, "Mr. Shenbi attracted flowers from the other side, so that Jiang Lang could meet Jiang Lang, and he was also powerful. However, Jiang Lang has something unclear about, and he still has to ask for advice in person. ”

Mr. Shenbi got up slowly, played with the wolf in his hand, and said, "Jiang Lang has something unclear, you might as well tell me about it." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi's eyes were slightly cold, and he said: "Your Excellency should know that there will be a death in the catastrophe of the cycle of life and death, although Jiang Lang was lucky to keep a life back, but he made the flowerless monk entrusted by Jiang Lang in the next life martyred. Didn't Your Excellency have already calculated that the person who will die is Jiang Lang in the next life? I wonder why Your Excellency gave birth to such a calculation?"

Mr. Shenbi bowed his head slowly, listened to him, and replied: "Although the Wuhua monk entrusted by Jiang Lang in the next life is a enlightened monk, if he does not die tonight, it will be difficult to build the avenue. The catastrophe of the flowers on the other side, in the final analysis, is the afterlife of Jiang Lang's mother-in-law, and I hope that Jiang Lang will not be angry and misunderstand the major events of the immortal family. ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi was about to have a seizure, but he heard a Zen sound floating in the vast night sky, and then the voice of the flowerless monk entered his ears: "If you are not born or destroyed, you will get Bodhi, and you will die in one life, for the sake of Prajna." In his previous life, Jiang Lang must let go of the shackles in his heart, and only when his heart is free of obstacles can he finally achieve nirvana. The martyrdom of the poor monk is my Buddha's great compassion and great practice, and Jiang Lang must not be angry because of a momentary ignorance. ”

Mr. Shenbi said leisurely: "Jiang Lang is a person with a deep immortal fate and a high heart, how can he not find out the great understanding of this?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi had an epiphany for a while, and said: "I'm ashamed, Jiang Lang is still a mediocre person. ”

At this time, the voice of the flowerless monk entered the ears again: "In the previous life Jiang Lang, you and I can still see each other again, eighteen years later, at ease on the beach, under the Bodhi tree, don't forget today's covenant." ”

Xuanyuan looked at the night from afar and said, "Where is the beachhead?"

Mr. Shenbi said: "As soon as the karma arrives, it will naturally arrive." Comfortable on the beachhead, there will be a meeting after all. Jiang Lang don't forget. ”

Qin Zhongweng seemed to be in a deep dream again, and the disturbing events of the past and afterlife were as light as a phantom dream to him, and there was no trace of them.

Jiang Zuo Buyi sat on the ground, taking care of his own breathing. Mr. Shenbi knew that although he was fully enlightened, there was still resentment in his heart after all, and it was inconvenient to reason anymore, so Shi Shiran walked to the depths of the pavilion. Xuanyuan looked at Jiang Zuo Buyi without worry, and there was a deep meaning in his expression, and said: "Although the catastrophe of the flowers on the other side has passed, how easy is the Divine Fire Jungle, and tomorrow will be another catastrophe." ”

The fire shadow on the other side of the Divine Fire Jungle is full of shadows, and even the night wind does not dare to break in. Looking at the blue fall from afar, the moon is gradually crippling, the stars are old, and the nine heavens and ten earths sink into the eternal cold silence and void.

Xuanyuan Wuwu was also asleep, and his figure seemed to quietly melt and fade as the night changed.