The galaxy, a lonely boat, full of wind and snow, are all under the oars.

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi watched as the small boat brought the sky's wind, snow and stars, overlooking all living beings in the sky, hovering above him.

The white-haired man on the boat has not changed his face, and his elegance is peerless.

He stood in the middle of the stars, and the heavens and the earth seemed to revolve around one person.

All the figures are frozen in the long river of time.

Mu Liancheng kept looking back, and his thoughts were all frozen.

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi raised his head slightly, looking at the immortal-like hazy and untouchable figure, his voice trembled a little.

"I've been laying out for a hundred years. Dot. ”

"I have practiced for three thousand lifetimes. Gong Shen is created. ”

The white-haired man waited quietly for the black-robed Saint Yuanzi to speak.

"After losing to you, I vowed not to make a move in this life. Sheng Yuanzi looked at the figure standing on the top of heaven and earth and the wind god as heroic as yesterday, and laughed: "Now that you are here, I have nothing to worry about." ”

"This young man can be regarded as inheriting the mantle of my Shengyuanzi. Old horseman, you slashed me with a sword back then, but do you remember!" The black-robed Saint Yuanzi laughed loudly: "You cut off the cause and effect between me and heaven and earth, but it's a pity that the dragon and snake have never severed the inheritance, and the wisps left behind are now confirmed in this young man, which is regarded as the karma you left behind!"

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi smiled and said, "You have crossed people for a hundred years, do you know how to cross your karma?"

The white-haired man stood on the boat with his hands in his hands, his expression complicated.

"If I refuse to die, you will have this karmic obstacle. The black-robed Saint Yuanzi smiled, "Let's make a deal today." You changed his life, and I paid back your karma. How?"

The white-haired man was silent for a moment.

After that, there was a voice in a trance.

"Good. ”

The white-haired man slowly stretched out a hand on the boat.

Countless winds and snows in the north are brought from the sky, covering the sky and being spectacular.

The north of heaven and earth is white.

It swept through the world like a great snow tide, and finally fell into the hands of the white-haired people.

He clenched his fist lightly and pointed again.

The wind and snow fell, turned into a hand, and pointed at the ruins of the broken wall of the North Pass.

The young man in black, who was weak, coughed suddenly.

Under the fingers of the wind and snow, many different appearances appeared above the head of the young man in black.

A brilliant green lotus blooms into a bud.

A dragon and a snake hugged each other on the Qinglian platform.

The sound of the sword sounded beside the dragon and snake, and the sword intent danced in the sky.

Lotus. Dragon snake. Sword bone.

It's all cause and effect.

Then the scriptures flew in the sky.

Qiliang library of 3,000 classics.

It's all good fortune.

Then a purple color rose out.

It's atmospheric luck.

How lucky should a person be to have so many opportunities?

The white-haired man had a complicated complexion and raised his hand slightly. Then Feng Xue's fingers pulled out a black line that was so thin that it was impossible to see clearly, and it was pulled out from the center of the eyebrows, connecting the sky and the earth.

It's pitch black.

It cannot be severed.

Binding the dragon and snake, pulling the lotus, piercing the sword bone, and three thousand classics were cut off by this thread.

The color of the blue turned black.

This thread cut off all the cause and effect, good fortune, and luck of His Royal Highness.

The dragon and snake can't open their eyes, the lotus is difficult to open forever, the sword bones can't be heard, and it is difficult to practice after reading the world's avenues.

Every step of life is bumpy, more difficult than anyone else in the world.

How unfortunate should a person be to bear such a bitter fate?

None of the people who intersect with this black wire will die well.

The white-haired man on the boat pinched the black line, and his face became more complicated.

He sighed.

Rub your fingers together.

The black lines turned to ashes.

In an instant, the dragon snake opened its eyes!

Qinglian is incomparably dignified and grand!

The sword bone chirps happily!

The pages of the book are flying like snow!

Since then, this black line, which represents death and doom, has been completely cleared from Yi Xiao's bones.

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi watched this black line eliminate the heavens and the earth, and was stunned: "His cultivation path, if there is this entanglement of cause and effect, ten deaths and no life." ”

Then the black-robed old man nodded in satisfaction.

"The predecessors planted the shade, and the descendants enjoyed the shade. I haven't done anything good in my life, my obsession is too deep, and now it can be regarded as karma. Qinglian bald donkey has a point, plant cause and effect, get cause and effect. Sheng Yuanzi looked at the white-haired man on the boat and said softly, "They are all gone." Is it my turn now?"

The white-haired man on the boat was silent, looking at the black-robed old man in his last years.

Sheng Yuanzi rubbed his old cheeks, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "I asked you a few things. ”

The white-haired man looked at the black-robed old man quietly.

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi pointed to the farthest side of heaven and earth, and said in a trembling voice: "Over there...... It's the other side, and I'm going to go to the other side later. Right?"

The white-haired man was silent for a moment, then nodded after all.

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi smiled and said, "That's it." ”

"Qinglian old bald donkey, Qi Demon Head, these people are all there. The corners of the black-robed Saint Yuanzi's lips hooked up an indelible smile, and said bitterly: "I really don't want to see these people again." ”

The old man shook his head, his voice suddenly much older.

"As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you urge people to grow old. Do the math, so many years have passed. ”

He snapped his fingers and muttered to himself.

"When I was ten years old, I saw her for the first time and was shocked. Only dare to look at it from afar, and dare not blaspheme. ”

"In the thirteenth year of Shifu, the Buddha was scrolled in the bottom of his eyes, just to remember her appearance. ”

"In the past 30 years, Yuanli has not had a trace of growth. ”

"It's good if I can't practice, and this life will be clear. The old man looked up in confusion and asked repeatedly, "But why did she nudge me in my dreams, and let me embark on the path of cultivation?"

The white-haired man looked at the black-robed old man and fell into a daze, and kept asking questions to himself.

"She has cultivated to the point of unspeakable, why is she willing to make a wedding dress for the world?"

"Why would I meet her again in a hundred years?"

"I don't believe in the Buddha's reincarnation of cause and effect...... But if this is not the cycle of cause and effect, who can explain it?"

The black-robed old man had ten fingers like hooks, holding his heart and liver, and his face was painful.

"It's not a cycle of cause and effect. The two of them don't look like each other at all!" The black-robed Saint Yuanzi trembled, and suddenly said hoarsely: "It is impossible for her to be contaminated with mortal dust! It is impossible for her to fall in love with ordinary people!"

The white-haired man finally spoke.

There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

"There is no such thing as causal reincarnation. ”

He looked at the black-robed old man with a stiff body and said, "That girl is just similar in appearance to the white-clothed Bodhisattva back then. ”

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi suddenly stiffened, squeezing out a smile with great difficulty, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, muttering: "I'll just say, how could she fall into the mortal world......"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, he looked at the white-haired man, and said in a trembling voice, "No...... What you said is not true! There must be a reincarnation of cause and effect! She must be reincarnated, she will definitely come back, I can't leave, I have to wait for her....... I can't go!I can't go to the other side!!"

The white-haired man looked at the black-robed old man in silence.

He shook his head slowly.

Sighing at the black-robed old man.

"Wu. Haven't you woken up yet?"

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi's ears were like thunder, and he suddenly stared straight into the eyes of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man's words are shocking.

"You stole the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sutras of the White-clothed Bodhisattva, and after burning the scrolls, you tampered with them into the Sutra of Selflessness. ”

"You have gone astray in cultivating the Buddha and entered the path of demons. ”

"On the Lotus Peak of the Heavenly Pole Sea, you sneaked up on the badly injured white-clothed Bodhisattva, crushed all her souls, and personally sent the Buddha Gate who was as kind to you as a mountain to a dead end. ”

The white-haired man said coldly, "That white-clothed bodhisattva, when did you say a word to you?"

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi was stunned.

"What you cultivate is never a Buddha, but a demon in your heart. If you can't get what you want, the Buddha will eventually become a demon. The white-haired man said indifferently: "Buddhism has mercy and spared you a dog's life, look at what you have done in the past hundred years?"

He looked at Yi Xiao, who was unconscious, and said, "You said you accepted that white-clothed Murong as your apprentice?"

The white-haired man said expressionlessly, "Has she ever had a relationship with you?"

"Have you ever asked that girl if she would like to accept your dragon and snake appearance?"

The first generation of the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City took a step, and instantly stepped out of the boat and stepped on the earth.

The heroic and burly Silver City Lord looked down at the black-robed old man who was trembling in front of him.

"That girl who shouldn't be damned, has she ever seen you, has she ever known that there is such a disgusting existence as you, have you ever thought that her own child will also be marked with this dragon and snake kiss mark that represents calamity?"

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi's whole body trembled.

"What would happen to that woman named Murong if she learned the truth?"

The white-haired man asked indifferently.

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi suddenly felt a huge despair welling up in his heart, and instantly crushed himself.

My mind turned a thousand times in an instant.

He thought of the awe and shock he felt when he first saw the white robe, and the sanctimonious appearance he pretended to be when he approached step by step.

I thought of the fear I felt when I stole the Thirty-Three Heavenly Scriptures, and the satisfaction after burning the scroll.

I thought of the dignity and sacredness of my own practice of Buddhism, and the confusion and confusion I felt when my hands were stained with blood.

Thinking of the lotus peak, blood splashed on his face, the white-clothed bodhisattva looked back and showed a stunned heartache.

I thought of the surprise that I had waited for a hundred years and finally waited for that white dress.

Thinking of looking at the white clothes, little by little by the dragon and snake kiss prints, and finally the fragrance disappeared, and the crazy demons that came from the bottom of my heart for no reason.

I thought of the obsession that I had been living for a hundred years, and the obsession that remained in my heart.

That little obsession is not so much love as it is a demon, destroying what little reason you have left, leaving yourself with nothing.

In the end, only the big dream woke up.

There was a deep sense of despair.

The black-robed saint Yuanzi woke up from a big dream and burst into tears.

"Do you want to wait for her reincarnation, do you still want to attack and kill her again like you did on Lotus Peak?" said the white-haired man expressionlessly: "Or do you hide in a cold place that the world doesn't know, and then give her the dragon and snake kiss seal that killed her?"

"Shengyuanzi, if she is still alive, she will transform anyone in this world, but she will not transform you. The white-haired man's voice was indifferent, and he said, "You, really don't deserve it." ”

The black-robed old man laughed miserably, and his knees suddenly fell to the ground.

His mind was no longer clear, and he was confused.

The altar was already in chaos, and the old man was half laughing and half weeping.

Crying and laughing, extremely sad, like a mad demon.

He looked up at the burly figure one last time.

"You...... Why ......"

For a hundred years, he has long lied to himself.

He imagines a fantasy world in which he transcends the world, and is as holy as a Buddha on the surface.

Once the dream was shattered.

He couldn't figure out why this truly detached man had told himself so much.

Why don't you just kill yourself?

Why not let yourself go a little harder?

"This is your cause and effect, you can't escape it, and you can't cut it off. The white-haired man looked at the old man who had collapsed, and said coldly: "I made a move today, and it was easy to save this young man." Next, it's time to take you to the other side. ”

"Send me....... To the other side?"

The black-robed old man seemed to have heard something extremely terrifying, and with his hands and feet together, he screamed and retreated.

"No, no, no, I'm not going!"

He took two steps back, then turned and fell to the ground, his face covered in blood mixed with muddy tears.

He fell to his knees, as if his whole body had been drained of strength, and he never moved again.

The old man's eyes suddenly became dazed.

Just the idiot repeated: "The other side...... ...... other side"

The black-robed Saint Yuanzi smirked, "She's ...... The other side...... Wait for me?"

The white-haired man didn't open his mouth again, and slowly stretched out a hand.

Point it out with a finger.

The black-robed old man's eyes became extremely hollow.

There is no breath left.

The soul returns to the other side.