Bluestone and His Royal Highness met because of a spider.

Formed an entangled bond.

The Fate of Great Good.

The young Jizo reincarnated Bodhisattva, who opened the stupa that day, then climbed to the top floor, and finally smashed the morning drum and dusk bell.

A mighty pear blossom rain fell on Yangguan Valley, and finally extinguished the burning city fire in Luoyang.

Since then, Jizo has been reincarnated, and it has been heard in the world.

But if there were no spiders that fell out of the mud altar today, thousands of people might have died in Luoyang City.

Qingshi squatted down, gently picked up the spider, and after standing up, he looked at the brocade-hat mink Qiu boy who happened to step into the Great Banyan Temple.

He thought about it all night.

What is Bureau.

How to break the game.

Inside the Great Banyan Temple, the spider spits out fine, sticky silk and forms a tough web, only to fall off the web and fall into the dirt.

It's all cause and effect.

The spider falls into the web, and cause and effect take root.

From that moment on, the cobwebs outside the Great Banyan Temple began to tighten, binding.

In this illusion, everything is imagined by oneself.

And it's exactly this that makes people feel like they don't know where to start.

All people are the people they remember.

Not only the people in the memory, but all the things in the memory, the big banyan tree in the Great Banyan Temple, the futon in the Vajra Hall, the copper bowl, and even the spider that is now struggling in the palm of his hand, as well as the web it formed before, are all refurbished from his memory.

Qingshi didn't know what Hou Qing could do in such an illusion.

But he knew what Hou Qing wanted to do.

Master said he was going to kill someone.

Then let yourself take this bronze bowl, take the luck of the person that the master killed, take over this sin, and finally ...... Took over the responsibility of Buddhism.

When the rise of Buddhism needs to start with the killing of an innocent person, such a rise will be hateful and ridiculous.

All the spearheads were pointed at the person who was about to beg for enlightenment and was then killed by the master.

It was very unfortunate, and it was very coincidental, but it was just a pear blossom rain that came to His Royal Highness Qi Liang of the Great Banyan Temple in Yangguan Valley.

Aoshi thought for a moment.

If Master wants to kill him, can he stop him?

In other words, if the master had a last wish before he died, he just wanted to kill an illusory person in this illusory dream, and he ...... Can't bear to stop it?

It's just a fantasy.

But the one who was about to be killed...... It's my best friend.

No matter how you choose, you will lose money.

As long as the Dao heart is at a loss, there will be cracks.

Hou Qing ...... Just waiting for this rift.

What Hou Qing left for Qingshi is actually a very simple choice, there are only two choices, yes or no.

Qingshi thought about it for a long time and thought about it all night.

He held the spider in some distress, did not let it continue to move forward, slowly closed his palms, and with gentle movements, he stood in place, looking abrupt and conspicuous.

Qingshi calmly looked at the little hall who stepped into the temple of the Great Banyan Temple, and the scene of the first meeting between the two of them came to mind when the eyebrows and eyes were immature.

Now the spider was put away by him.

That's how the thread of cause and effect is broken.

The little hall who stepped into the temple, looked around with a slight dismay, and finally crossed the bluestone that clearly stood in the most conspicuous position in the crowd, and landed under the big banyan tree with his eyes closed and holding a bowl.

His Royal Highness tightened his collar, subconsciously tightened his body, put his hands in front of his lips, sighed softly, and began to move forward.

Qingshi stood quietly on the road that must be passed, staring at His Royal Highness.

The handsome young man with a brocade hat and a mink fur walked over calmly.

Qingshi was slightly stunned, and his shoulder was suddenly bumped by a tall hatter, the man was expressionless, turned around, and didn't say a word, but he held his thin and immature body with soft movements, turned around again, and pressed back the hat.

Qingshi thought with some emotion.

It turns out that fate can be so magical.

The spider in the palm of his hand began to stir restlessly, Qingshi raised his head, and the wind blew through the Great Banyan Temple in his ears, bringing a mighty pear blossom rain from the sky.

It doesn't matter if it's a spider, or if it's a pear blossom rain.

If there is no so-called fate, then the life-and-death friendship between himself and Yi Xiao may be just a passing moment.

Qingshi slowly returned to his body, looking sluggish, watching His Royal Highness walk step by step towards the lonely and old figure of his master under the big banyan tree.

He didn't stretch out his hand to hold it, nor did he make any movements, just stood quietly in the pear blossom rain.

Then open your mouth slowly but firmly.

"Hey—"

The little prince of the Southern Dynasty who was moving forward turned a deaf ear.

Qingshi lowered his eyebrows and thought about something.

Then, unsurprisingly, an inevitable tragedy is about to happen.

Because the master of this illusion is himself, and it is Hou Qing who leads all this.

No matter what you choose, someone will die.

And if he chooses to ignore it, Hou Qing can choose to let the master kill the young Yi Xiao, and then let the two angry hats kill the master.

He's going to have to do something.

The green robe swayed slightly, setting off a gust of wind, and then fell.

Qingshi is still immature, and it is on top of the mud altar.

Behind him is the Master.

In front of him was the slightly confused Little Highness of the Southern Dynasty.

After a green shirt settled.

Qingshi looked at the little highness who was protected by the two guards, and said softly: "Don't come here, or ......"

There was a strong wind behind him.

In front of him were two hatted figures that were too fast to react, and these three figures pounced together, and the moment they launched a counterattack, the breath of the demon path uncontrollably oozing out from the bodies of these three controlled strings, and rose up monstrously.

The next moment the dust settled.

The blue stone top is majestic, three Bodhisattva heads are surrounded, six arms overlap like lotus flowers, one finger is pointed at the forehead of the old monk behind him, four arms in front of him stick out, and the palm wraps to catch the fists of the two hatters.

Qingshi said lightly: "Otherwise...... You, you, you, will all die. ”

The majestic Bodhisattva Dharma looked down from the top of the blue stone, looking down, his face calm and solemn.

Qingshi was seriously thinking about the problem that Hou Qing left for himself.

That seemingly unsolvable multiple-choice question.

Actually, it's not that hard to understand.

In this fantasy world, how should I choose?

The voice that had never appeared in the bottom of my heart laughed softly and read it.

"Look, the demonic aura on their bodies, they are all fake. ”

Qingshi closed his eyes slightly.

Fake.

It's all fake.

So...... Who dies, who lives, or what?

After an instant, Qingshi had already made the choice of this multiple-choice question, and he suddenly opened his eyes, with a blood red in his eyes that should not have been.

"Since you're all fake. ”

The tone involuntarily brought a sense of anger, very light and light, and the words were clear.

"So...... It's better to die. ”

In the Great Banyan Temple, the Bodhisattva Dharma used a slight force to smash the four fists of the two haters.

Two terrible cries of pain resounded over the Great Banyan Temple.

Outside the cobweb, someone looked at the scene inside the temple like a visitor.

Originally, it could not be stored, but the cobwebs wrapped around the periphery of the Great Banyan Temple began to fold at this moment.

The man whispered, "Reincarnated Jizo, the Dao heart is broken. ”

(There is a shift at about 12 o'clock in the evening, and the recent schoolwork has been heavy, and the number of words may be a little less, try to do more)