Wen Zhiliang's clothes are fluttering, and the white clothes are better than snow. The posture of the single shadow hanging in the vast expanse of the lonely cloud pressure realm not only does not have a sense of despair and withering, but is full of the appearance of the immortal coming into the world.

The snow is misty, and the sky and the earth are blue. Only the occasional flying fright left a wail in the air. The Taoist priest looked at the pale scene from far and near with a cold brow, and couldn't help but frown his delicate brows.

"This place has been separated for many years, but I didn't expect the vastness to be like this. The Taoist priest sighed in a low voice, and the figure walking in the vast expanse gradually disappeared from the crowd.

More than ten zhang away from the Taoist priest, there was also a man in a black robe walking alone, with a unhappy face.

"Damn, thief, it's against Lao Tzu. When you climb the mountain, you will be dry and thundery, and when you build a bridge, you will turn into ice and snow in spring, a piece of melting, full of oceans. It's not specifically against us poor people. You have a kind of fucking drought and thunder from heaven that killed those evil kings, how can you just see the same as me, a poor family. The man's face was not angry, and he kicked his feet full of snow. Even after walking a distance, the man still felt unrelieved, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the pale and shadowless ground.

But God seems to be really as the man said, and he doesn't want to leave two thin faces for the angry man at all. The heavy snowfall, which fell like goose feathers, was even more urgent.

The man stopped his body again, took off the snow-white hat on his head, and scolded reluctantly: "You fucking talk more and more." Lao Tzu just wants to scold you for being a thief, a thief. ”

He shouted angrily and scolded, and his expression was indignant. But he didn't see a Taoist priest dressed in white walking briskly, quickly approaching the ground where the man was.

"Dare to ask the layman, do you know the boundary of the Qinglian Pond?" The Taoist priest was dressed in white and had a warm smile like a spring day.

"Wow, there's a ghost!" the man jumped abruptly, quickly stepping back a little. Until he was far away from the Taoist priest, he was still reaching out and patting his undulating chest, as if he was not frightened by the Taoist priest's ghostly spirit.

Wen Zhiliang held his forehead with one hand, and his face was more or less helpless.

"Excuse me, I know where the green lotus pond goes. Wen Zhiliang calmed down and spoke again.

The man still didn't pay attention, just slapped his strong chest vigorously, until his heart was smooth, and then he glanced at the Taoist priest with a ghostly look in his eyes.

Wen Zhiliang smiled gently, and was not annoyed, but stood side by side with the man, and asked again with a smile: "Dare to ask the layman, where is the Blue Lotus Pond?"

The man was still oblivious, suspicious. Taking the opportunity of the Taoist priest approaching, looking at his figure that was exactly the same as his own, he muttered and whispered in confusion: "Damn, today is not an auspicious day for the zodiac." ”

The man walked straight away, leaving only a series of footprints of different shades in front of the Taoist priest.

Seeing that the sloppy-looking man was silent, the Taoist priest who had asked many times quietly stretched out his fingers caged in his sleeve and tapped at a snowflake falling in front of him.

Suddenly, thousands of miles of stratus clouds swept across the heavens and the earth, enveloping the vast earth. If someone looks down from the sky, they will see a magnificent scene of stratus clouds covering the ground.

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The boy sank alone under the water, panicking. Although there is the idea of escaping, there is a vast expanse in front of him, and how to find a way out. It was only when he groped his way back to a place where he thought it was safe that he began to meditate on why he had fallen into such a situation.

At first, I just thought that I had rushed here, disturbing the magical and supernatural, although there was something inappropriate, but I was unintentionally offended, and in the eyes of such masters, it was also a trivial matter. Unexpectedly, the unintentional move caused disaster after disaster.

The boy bowed his head and complained, which was even more embarrassing.

The bottom of the water is twisted and unpredictable. The young man, who thought he had found a place to calm down, did not realize that the ground around him had already quietly changed, and he turned under a large tree more than ten feet before he knew it, before turning into grass.

The boy cowered and was at a loss. Looking at the drowsy and uninhabited surroundings, I was worried in my heart. In the confusion, the previous sound suddenly sounded in the young man's ears again, and the young man staggered suddenly and fell under a bush.

"Dare to ask what is the magic, with such a terrifying technique to suppress Zhiyu to come here? If Zhiyu has any verbal offense, I hope that the senior Haihan. In the next day, he will ask for rare and exotic fruits to feast on his predecessors. The young man's face was frightened, and his lips trembled and he uttered something that he thought was proper.

But the sound around him disappeared again, and only the gradually cold body told him that he still hadn't escaped.

The woman under the water held the new dress that had just been knitted in her hand, rubbing her fine fingers and her face full of joy. She was so absorbed in it that she didn't even feel the slightest movement with the waves floating around her. It wasn't until the young man's timid voice came faintly that a sad smile appeared on the woman's beautiful face.

"Qing'er, are you finally willing to see your mother?" the woman smiled sadly, her face like a flower. The green silk swaggering with the water waves on his head turned into a snow-white. She picked up the newly woven new clothes with one hand, and slashed down at the seemingly endless and deep water in front of her with the other.

The sound of the water is roaring, and there is sound for thousands of miles. The silent water slashed with the woman's anger, and the waves rose and fell, and the light and fade were uncertain.

The new dress in the woman's hand seemed to feel the woman's anger and turmoil. The waves of the river quietly floated, and the two short sleeves quietly stretched out, just covering the woman's beautiful face.

"I know that Qing'er, you don't complain about being a mother. The woman wept in a low voice, laughing and laughing.

The woman fairy was angry, the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon were full, and how could a young man without any cultivation be noticed. Suddenly, he heard a loud boom, and then he saw a dark lake burst open, rolling up endless waves. Even the flowers and trees under the water are quietly low, and the branches and leaves are falling. As for those flying waves against the current, the sky and the earth are on the line, and the night is clear, but the young man doesn't know it.

On the promenade of flowers and plants in the horizontal boat, next to the tide of time and anger, a black-clothed monk sat solemnly on the embankment, holding a string of jade beads, chanting words.

It wasn't until the water in front of him was rushing endlessly, as if boiling, that the monk opened his closed eyes and said bitterly: "Donor, ten years ago, the poor monk created a wrong, so he cut his hair and became a monk, and often accompanied by the ancient Buddha with the green lantern day and night, chanting the scriptures, just hoping to calm your ten-year wish." But the poor monk's ten years of work were still ruined. ...... In the final analysis, it is still the monk's Dharma that is shallow, and he can't cross himself, so how can he talk about crossing others. The black-robed bead-holding monk spoke in a sad tone, and his eyes were full of shame and self-reproach.

About ten zhang of the ground, in the darkness and haze, there is a tall tower that exudes a trace of warmth. If you are closer, you can see a treasure temple standing majestically on the slope, even if the night is long, there are layers of fireworks along the roof of the Buddha hall seeping out, in the autumn scenery in the separation of the slightest incense.

At the back of the temple, an elderly monk who was also dressed in black listened to the ups and downs of the tide outside the house, whistling, and sighed deeply.

"Origin and extinction are a fixed number. He had expected that the green light in ten years would still be a dream of Nanke. At that time, the old Zen master said that there are thousands of sufferings in this world, but infatuation is the most bitter. Now that I think about it, what the Zen master said is true. But the big dream is empty from the beginning, and these many karmic consequences are the sins of the old monks or the fault of Yu Zhan. The monk lowered his eyelids, and the dense wrinkles on his face seemed to have grown a lot in this instant.

Outside the house, a young monk who was no more than eight or nine years old was holding a wooden fish carved from peach wood. The little monk shook step by step, his hands and feet were messy, but the wooden fish in his hand was as steady as Mount Tai, not moving or shaking. You don't need outsiders to look at it, but you can also know that the little monk cherishes this wooden fish in his heart.

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The boy was in a lonely realm, and his heart was flustered. Look at the unpredictable hazy scene in front of you, the flowers are blooming, and the trees are competing for height. But people are at the head of the tide, lonely and helpless, how can they still have other intentions, and the teenager who has no intention of appreciating and playing is as time passes, the uneasiness in his heart becomes more and more intense, and the idea of escape becomes more and more urgent.

The woman's red dress is fluttering, sometimes sad and sometimes happy, and there is no common sense at all. She didn't notice the consequences of her immortal anger at all, but still hugged the new purple dress, sad and intoxicated and refused to wake up.

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In the palace, there is no lonely figure of the young man, and Zhao Qingrou's house has lost the hustle and bustle at the beginning. But the long-haired and masked girl still didn't feel sleepy for a long time. She had to toss and turn back and forth, praying in her heart that her father, who was thousands of miles away, could have a good night's sleep and sleep peacefully.

At this time, how could the girl who was in the warm pavilion alone know that the young man who was just worthy of meeting her for the first time stood in front of the house for a long time, just to say to her, "No matter how far the world is, I will be by your side!"

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"So cringe, tossing and turning, in the end, I can't leave this deep realm. Why don't I wander around, if I am lucky enough to find a way, I can get out of a big risk. The boy hesitated for a long time, but finally made up his mind and decided not to sit still. He groped around for the dim light around him, and slowly walked towards the glimmer of light in the distance.

Asakusa was far away, and the young man's thin body slowly groped away with the light in the distance.

The woman under the water also picked up the brand-new purple at this time, stirred up layers of cold water, and rushed towards the place where the young man was.

"Qing'er, come, let's see if this dress made by my mother fits. The young man who was walking in the depths of Asakusa was trying to find a way out, when he suddenly heard the woman's voice shouting in the midst of his tense thoughts, and his strained steps became even faster.

"Don't pester me!" the boy cried out in distraction, and stepped back again, until he had no way to retreat against a cold boulder, and the boy stood in place without avoidance. Reaching out and clutching the cold that penetrated into the bones.

"Ghosts, how can there be ghosts?" the woman asked in surprise when she heard this, and seeing that there was nothing abnormal on her side, she turned around seriously and looked behind her.

After looking at the women around her, she turned around and looked at the young man and smiled: "Don't be afraid, my mother is here! It doesn't matter if he is a god or a ghost, he is in the way of his mother." Don't be afraid!"

The woman's expression was sad, and blood and tears flowed down her beautiful face, and even the river flowing around her turned bright red. For a stagnation.

She approached quietly, her face full of sadness, and even the panicked young man who was outside the room could see the sadness on the woman's face.

Li Zhiyu couldn't help but be stunned, and forgot to escape for a while. He stood in place in a daze, and there was a place under his undulating chest that felt very painful!

The boy still remembers that in June, he was alone carrying the small bookcase, from the red sky of the morning glow to the head of the village at dusk. How intense and indescribable that deep loneliness is.

At that time, although the young man never told Liu Chengqing what he thought in his heart, that loneliness was only when he was alone, he dared to cry and vent in a low voice at night when no one was around. After all, at that time, he never thought about the warmth that others couldn't fill.

"Qing'er, my mother has been waiting for you for ten years. In the past ten years, my son has wandered far away, and must have endured many hardships and experienced many hardships. Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight. The woman's expression was sad, and looking at the sadness on the young man's face, her sad and joyful mood suddenly became a little more empathetic.

"No! you're not mine!" The woman in red suddenly shouted loudly, and a sense of madness appeared on her calm face again. She suddenly stretched out her slender fingers, grabbed the green silk hanging from her head and tore it, and the wails resounded through the deep water with the woman's constantly shaking head. The originally beautiful woman was already full of blood and tears when the young man opened his eyes again and looked at it carefully.

"You, you ......" the young man muttered, and the words were already gibberish at this time, and he didn't know how to say it in his heart.