"The benefactor has good thoughts and compassion, how can he be so arrogant and self-despise?"

I don't know when, Jizo Bodhisattva has finished preaching and came behind Feng Qingling.

"Bodhisattva, I don't despise myself and despise myself! I'm just telling the truth!" Feng Qingling will be sad, but she is indeed very confident.

This kind of remark will make another person laugh at her, but standing in front of her at the moment is the Bodhisattva of the Earth, a Bodhisattva who vows that 'hell is not empty, and he vows not to become a Buddha', wanders between the Three Realms and the Six Realms, and transforms sentient beings. In his eyes, all beings are equal, and all things can be measured.

The Bodhisattva just smiled slightly, and said in a harmonious voice, "I don't know the donor, what is the so-called matter?"

Feng Qingling couldn't help but ask curiously: "I thought that when the Bodhisattva saw me like this, he would leave me behind and persuade me to practice in this quiet place and wash away the sins all over my body?"

The Bodhisattva was stunned by her question, and slowly smiled even more: "The donor is really a rare person, and there are really not many people who can understand themselves so effectively in this world." He said this with a sense of appreciation, "Everyone has his own destiny, and the path taken by the donor does not violate heaven and earth, so how can the old man forcibly keep the donor?"

"Sure enough, even the Buddhists gave up on me~" Feng Qingling joked with a smile, and her mood was a lot lighter.

If he encounters something difficult that cannot be resolved, my Buddhism welcomes the donor to come at any time!"

"Thank you Bodhisattva!" Feng Qingling said with a straight face, "Actually, the little girl came this time because she had something to ask for!"

"I don't know what?"

Feng Qingling told him about Xiao Qinglong's experience in the simplest language, and the master's expression had never changed, however, he only gave Feng Qingling a word, a sentence that made Feng Qingling anxious again.

He said, "Go back! There is no answer you are looking for, and the old man will not be able to help you!

Feng Qingling would not do anything with the monks, nor did she want to get angry with the monks, but she was blocking a fire in her heart, which had already burned since she left Qin Muyan, and after a while, the Jizo Bodhisattva added another handful of firewood to it, and it burned more and more vigorously.

The Bodhisattva looked at the black qi between her eyebrows, shook her head helplessly, recited a Buddha saying, and persuaded: "Donor, remember to guard against arrogance and rashness! Everything has its own fixed number, don't go against the sky!"

"Thank you Bodhisattva for your advice! The little woman said goodbye!" Feng Qingling put his hands together and left quickly. She had to leave, because the Bodhisattva refused to help Xiao Qinglong without hesitation, indicating that Xiao Qinglong's matter must have a big secret, even if she asked again, there would be no result, and besides, she felt that she couldn't control her temper anymore, so she had to leave. She didn't want to disturb the purity of Buddhism because of herself.

When Feng Qingling went down to the halfway up the hill, his anger had disappeared for the most part, and then he noticed that there was a small thing following behind him, and when he turned around, he found that it was the little pheasant who was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing with me?" Feng Qingling said impatiently.

The little pheasant picked off his head with his little wings, and said shyly: "I want to follow you!" The little pheasant didn't know why he wanted to follow her, but when he saw that she was going down the mountain, his feet couldn't help but follow.

Feng Qingling's foul words almost burst out. God knows what kind of attraction she's been there lately, and she's picked up so many cuties, knowing that when she was the king of birds, she didn't see them follow her so actively.

Qin Muyan said that the reason why she was able to freely enter and leave the underworld in this gossip array was because she had been there more than a thousand years ago, so standing here now, does it also mean that she also came to Jiuhua Mountain more than a thousand years ago and saw the Dizang King Bodhisattva and this little pheasant?

She tried to recall that in the real world, in her own life, there was not a pheasant that had lived for 1,200 years, however, the truth was, no. Well, maybe the pheasant didn't live that long at all and died, or it forgot about it after Nirvana.

She is really curious now, since she can meet someone who lived in this space 1,200 years ago, will she meet her self 1,200 years ago?!

Thinking of this, she was inexplicably a little happy, and her mind instantly opened. Well, since some things have been forgotten, why bother to tell yourself that they have come to this space, this time, why not find out for themselves? and the location of that ghost town must be the starting point of all stories.

Feng Qingling felt that everything suddenly became clear, and the tangled thoughts in his heart finally found the thread, as long as he solved it a little, he would definitely be able to untie all the knots.

The little pheasant frowned when he saw her, and his face was shining for a while, and he smiled so happily that he thought she was willing to let himself follow her, and couldn't help but dance and say, "Great, great! I'm no longer a lonely pheasant who no one cares about and no one wants to take in!"

"Huh?" Feng Qingling looked at it with an expression that didn't understand what you were happy about, and saw that it looked overly happy, stupid and incomprehensible, a little soft-hearted, thinking that it would not be bad to find a playmate for Feng Jue, so he nodded and agreed to it.

When he reached the bottom of the mountain on foot, Feng Qingling picked it up and flew in the direction of the Northeast Qianji Ridge. At this time, Qianjiling is not Qianjiling, it is just an ordinary small mountain, dozens of miles away from this small mountain, there is a prosperous town, this town is the underground ghost town that was buried in the ground after a thousand years.

At the moment, the town is still prosperous, officials enforce the law strictly, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Five miles on the outskirts of this city, there is a green meadow, and at the end of the meadow, there is a stream from a mountain stream, which is very clear and beautiful in the light of the morning sun.

When passing by there, Feng Qingling couldn't help but stop, because for a moment, she felt that this stream was very familiar, so familiar that even the rippling blue waves of the stream under the morning sun made her have a strange idea of being in a different world. Put the little pheasant down, just wanted to find out, but before she had time to think about it, she suddenly felt a murderous aura, fortunately, she reacted quickly enough, turned around in an instant, but when she saw who was the person holding the sword in front of her to kill her, she was stupid, and the tip of the sword was impartial and pierced into the heart.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly, what had happened to that piece of her heart lately?

But what made her most distressed was that the owner of this sword, the child who loved her, actually wanted her life......

"Satoru!!"

"Mother...... I'm sorry! I'm ...... I'm here for your good!Xiao Wu is for my mother, Xiao Wu is for my mother's ......."