The woman's mood fluctuated, and her face fluctuated like a tide. Sometimes she looked at the young man suspiciously, sometimes she stretched out her hand and grabbed the green silk on her head and shouted bitterly, and sometimes she turned to the side and looked at the young man who seemed to know but didn't know him, and her expression was crazy and confused to the extreme.

The boy was clinging to the corner, and he didn't know why, and for a while, he couldn't see what the woman did.

"The gentleman said that water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat. Mountains and rivers surge, the tide rises and falls, and it will not be a moment. It seems that she is not much different from what her husband said now. The young man smiled helplessly, seizing this hard-won moment and scratching the ripples in front of him.

"My life hangs in the balance, and it seems that I will never be able to get rid of it. At that time, I should have asked her, along the way, in addition to the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, there was a small gap to let go of the memory of moving forward with me Li Zhiyu. The young man's heart was full of emotions, and he couldn't help but think of the girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, and the Zhao Qingrou who had traveled many rivers and mountains with him.

The young man was stunned to think about the yellow dress, but what the woman in front of him who would be covered with green silk at some point remembered a completely chaotic memory.

"Monk, as long as this mood is uneven for a day, you will not want to be liberated. The woman suddenly shouted madly, and her delicate figure rolled up again with the undulating waves. Layers of water waves slowly spread along the center where the woman was, stirring in all directions.

The waves are like a tide, and the waves are shooting. The trees and flowers around the bottom of the water also moved, making a circle of stirring ripples. In the eyes of the panicked young man at this moment, this endless undulating wave is not a wave of water, but a red dress is about to rise straight up, straight to the nine sky floors.

The crumpled water rushes and the waves are uncertain. Not only did it roll up countless waves under the quiet water, but even the floor Xuanyu and Da Lu Huangzhong on the surface of the lake also swayed around with this surging energy, sounding like thunder.

On the high shore, the black-clothed monk had even more bitterness on his face, and after pondering for a moment, he threw the black monk's robe straight down against the rippling water, and the inscription on the black robe appeared, flowing back and forth above the water. So much so that the sound of the bell, which sounded like thunder, was no longer rumbling, but turned into a burst of aftersound, which was endless.

Although the situation on the water has calmed down a lot, the confrontation under the water has not eased in the slightest, but has become more and more intense.

The woman laughed wildly, and her gloomy eyes grasped the young man who was hiding in Tibet. Seeing the boy walk around to the back of the tree, the crazy woman suddenly stretched out one hand and plunged straight down to the bottom of the deep and bottomless water, and shook the red long sleeve with the other hand and rolled towards the boy.

"Son, my son, why should I avoid my mother!" she suddenly turned into a mournful tone again, and her beautiful little face was full of confused sadness. Perhaps thinking of the bitter pathos of the past, her long red sleeves, which were bent like snakes, became extremely straight again in an instant, and slapped at the young man who was full of bitterness.

Above the big river, the treasure temple is majestic. As the monk who was meditating and silent, the Buddha horn sounded, and the temple with bursts of cigarette smoke suddenly released a thousand millimeters of light, illuminating the golden light in all directions. Not only was the sound of the Dharma heard, but it was also mixed with the sound of the black-clothed monk sitting by the river chanting the Dharma, which added to the majesty.

At this time, the little monk who was walking briskly was still a little confused, but he felt that the wooden fish carved from peach wood in his hand was a little heavier.

"Old Zen Master, monk, I will disobey your instructions after all. It seems that this string is broken like the wind, and the green silk is like cloud mud. Monk, I also want to raise the butcher's knife again, and I will kill in vain, which is really a sin. The monk who was meditating and lowering his eyebrows suddenly raised an old face, and his cloudy eyes exuded a bit of unusual light.

"Rise" The monk shouted, and the wooden fish that was originally in the hands of the little monk seemed to be aware of it, and it knocked on the little monk's shiny bald head with a bang, and shot straight away at the dark and cloudy sky.

This sudden scene made the little monk a little confused. It even made him faintly unbelievable. However, when he thought of his master's immortal methods, the young but quite wise monk felt that it was a little taken for granted. Even a trace of joy and pride quietly appeared in his shallow heart.

There was a swaying sound, and in the distance, a monk in a gorgeous robe opened his mouth wide, and the candlestick in his hand had already sprinkled the drowsy alleyway. Even in his distraction, he didn't realize that the hanging trouser legs had been lit by the fire candle in his hand.

"Senior brother, your sleeves, your sleeves!" the upright little monk came back to his senses, looked at the fluttering fire in front of him, and hurriedly jumped to his feet and shouted.

But the monk had not yet been able to get out of the shocking scene he saw in front of him, and he was still stunned to look at the scene that made him unable to take his eyes off, ignoring it at all. It wasn't until the firelight reached the thighs that I faintly noticed the wisps of heat.

The little monk saw that he had not responded to the call for a long time, and he couldn't care about the wooden fish that had been told by the old monk not to make mistakes, and slapped the monk's burning sleeves vigorously.

"What are you doing, Yunse?" Monk Chengguan didn't suddenly turn his eyes to look at the little monk's little hand until his sleeves trembled.

"I'll put out the fire for my brother. The little monk replied bluntly.

"Huh, fire?" said Monk Chengguan looked at the fire that burned to his knees. I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it. Instinctively, he took two quick steps back, and was about to take off the monk's robe that he had almost slept tightly. But then he didn't know what to remember. Immediately, he put his hands together, looked at Yun Se, who was already about to get close to him, and was about to reach out to fight the flames on his clothes, and said solemnly, "This is not fire, but emptiness." ”

Monk Chengguan was calm, not only did he not hurry to take off the monk's robe that had been ignited by the flames, but turned around and looked up at the little monk with a positive face.

"Oh. After hearing this, the little monk looked puzzled, and he didn't know why. He was about to lean over and slap the hem of his brother's hanging clothes again, but thinking of his brother's indifference, he still held back the fingers that were about to be raised, and gradually retreated. When he was a little far away from his senior brother, he still had no choice but to turn around, fold his hands, calm his thoughts, and memorize those difficult Buddhist scriptures.

The little master Yunse looked at his nose with his eyes and his mouth at his heart, reciting the scriptures vigorously, as if he had an understanding. Naturally, he ignored the flames on the body of the monk Chengguan again, and let the flames scorch.

When the monk Chengguan saw that the fire was rising again, he looked anxious, and he hurriedly stripped off his clothes to get out of the predicament. But he spoke first, and he didn't dare to speak first at this time, so he had to take advantage of Yunse's turn to secretly pounce on the ignited flames on his body.

However, the heavens also seemed to be against this Chengguan monk, not only changed the previous black wind and rain, but also the demon wind gusted, blowing the Chengguan monk complained bitterly.

Seeing that the fire could not be extinguished for a moment, the monk did not dare to put out the fire by himself because of his previous posture, so he had to helplessly approach the little monk who was his equal, raised his hand and knocked his head hard, and said hatefully: "Save others first, and then save yourself." ”

"But senior brother, didn't you say that after the fire robbery, the more I waited?" the little monk touched his head aggrievedly and asked suspiciously.

"But the senior brother's sleeve is on fire, how can he be safe?" Monk Chengguan stretched out his hand and patted the hanging sleeve again, and the other party seemed to still be haunted by the scene.

In the corridor, the closed door suddenly made a creaking sound, and the meditating monk quietly left the quiet meditation room and stood behind the two juniors who were like living treasures. There was both melancholy and a hint of imperceptible relief in his eyes.

"Master?" The little monk touched his head with one hand, looking at the old monk who had quietly appeared, and there was already a faint and undetectable voice in his tone. The little monk Yunse had a bitter little face, full of grievances. Unexpectedly, before he could finish complaining about the pain in his heart, the monks who had cultivated all the first-class monks in the temple also stretched out their hands to look at the little monk with a chestnut.

"Master, you ......" The little monk Yunse didn't finish speaking, and suddenly burst into tears and smiled, and folded his hands.

A faint golden light roared out from the little monk of Yunse, and came into contact with the wooden fish in front of him that had already floated to the middle of the river.

Below the river, the sky is dark. There is no longer a beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers in the eyes of the young man, and all he sees in his eyes is that the black water presses the branches, and the black air is drunk.

With one hand, he clutched the already damaged thorn strip at the bottom of the water, and with the other hand, he was pressed into a straight line by the endless waves of water.

The young man insisted that he was exhausted by this time, and he just hung on to this half of his life with the tenacity in his heart. He stared at the rolling river, and a hint of relief appeared imperceptibly on his delicate little face.

"If he can be buried here, if he will come back in the next year. I'm glad to see you. The boy muttered under his breath, his open mouth filled with a curled rush.