[The first year of Spring and Autumn.

Northern Wei Heavenly Wolf City.

A tavern.

The blind storyteller, dressed in coarse linen, looked indifferent, and his cloudy eyes glanced around.

He can't see, but he seems to have a clear mind and can see everyone clearly.

Finally shook the sound.

"The Northern Wei Dynasty established the capital of Luoyang and trampled on thousands of Buddha bones. ”

"On the day of the establishment of the capital, the purple-robed master ordered the destruction of the Buddha, and 100,000 iron horsemen came out in a mighty way, and the first holy place of Buddhism was the first to bear the brunt of the mountain and was trampled by the iron horsemen. ”

There weren't many people in the tavern.

In the middle of nowhere, a man in a black robe sat with a calm face, listening to the storyteller's voice, stretching out a finger and stirring slowly in the wine bowl in front of him.

A bowl of sake.

"Xuan Shangyu, the new great master of the Northern Wei Dynasty, practiced mystical arts, and was extremely talented, and Qi Liang, the world-famous Yuan Tiangang, was called the two great masters after the Spring and Autumn Period. The blind storyteller smiled softly and said, "Do you know that Xuan Shangyu, the purple-robed great master, is the advocate of the destruction of Buddha in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and is also the great disciple of the First Buddha Gate Holy Land in the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

Taboo subject.

This great teacher was born in Buddhism, and he destroyed Buddhism with his own hands, and has been labeled as "killing teachers", but in terms of the prosperity of power, who in the world dares to use this topic to join in the fun?

Is this blind storyteller dying?

Silenced.

As a result, the atmosphere in the already small tavern was even more deserted.

The black-robed man was expressionless, and he slowly pulled out his finger and hung it in front of him.

He stared at his fingers earnestly.

A drop of sake, the liquor condenses along your fingers.

Condenses into a crystal clear droplet.

The blind storyteller turned his head thoughtfully, his cloudy eyes swept over the direction of the remote corner.

"On the day of the establishment of the capital, Luoyang laid a thousand years of luck with thousands of Buddha bones. ”

The storyteller said seriously: "But on the day of the establishment of the capital, the holy mountain of Buddhism, which came to the town of Luoyang, forgot to return to the mountain...... But something went wrong. ”

The storyteller smiled at the remote corner and said, "That thousand-year-old Bodhi tree died in front of Luoyang City. ”

"Bad fate, cause and effect, Buddhism pays attention to this. ”

The blind storyteller smiled and said calmly: "How can you crack it? There are only six reincarnations." Cause and effect, cause and effect. ”

The black-robed man was silent, staring at the wine on his fingers.

It ends up in the bowl.

He got up in silence and left the tavern without dragging his feet.

A touch of purple in the sake bowl swings open.

......

......

There was a carriage waiting for the black-robed man outside the tavern in Sirius City.

He stepped into the carriage with a calm face, and the first thing he did when he entered the carriage was to take off his black robe.

Beneath the black robe was a light purple robe.

There was one more person in the carriage.

From the black iron carriage stretched silver iron cables, piercing the man's lute bones, thighs, calves, limbs, and wrist bones, bringing out his tattered white robes.

This person...... Is there still a breath?

The purple-robed Great Master was expressionless, and after boarding the carriage, the carriage went all the way south at an extremely fast speed.

Further south of Sky Wolf City, it won't be long before it is Qijiang.

He sat at one end of the carriage and looked silently at the white-robed man with an extremely desolate face.

Forget to return to the mountain, and the little brother with whom he has the deepest friendship.

The words of the blind storyteller lingered in Xuan Shangyu's heart.

Over and over again.

"Buddhism karma pays attention to karma. ”

"How do you crack it?"

"There are only six reincarnations. ”

"With cause and effect, solve cause and effect. ”

The southbound carriage went all the way unimpeded to Qijiang.

The man who took off his black robe and got out of the car did not care about the impact and shock brought by his purple robe.

He personally untied the white-robed man who was dressed in sticky blood and escorted him to board the Northern Wei Sword Boat.

Break through the huge waves of the Qijiang River all the way.

This sword boat, specially made by the Northern Wei Dynasty and specially born for the swift attack of the waterway, finally stopped slowly in the middle of the Qijiang River.

Rough.

The sword boat rises and falls.

Xuan Shangyu, who was standing alone in front of the sword boat, exhaled deeply.

There was a vast fog in front of him.

There was a dead silence behind him.

He lowered his head, and his five fingers twisted the white-robed man's hair, stained with blood.

Xuan Shangyu frowned slightly, and took a step forward with Liu Baichan, and the sword boat was suddenly top-heavy, and the tail of the boat smashed into the river.

The head of the boat was raised high, and the purple-robed man raised his arm slightly, lifting the half-dead white-robed man.

There was a huge wave crashing in front of the bow.

Hyun Shangyu's face was expressionless.

He let go of the five fingers that had twisted the white-robed man's hair, and his other hand slid over his waist.

At the waist is a rapier.

"Whoosh-"

A horizontal line suddenly appeared in the middle of the huge waves rolled up by the Qijiang River.

Then the monstrous sound of water was split in two.

The white-robed man, who looked like he was made of gold and iron, slammed back to the bottom of the sword boat, rolled in pain, gasped for breath, curled his body desperately, retched for a long time, and finally vomited only a puddle of blood that dried up to the point that it was not blood.

His consciousness was already confused, his body was bent like a shrimp, and he just desperately wanted to cover his chest...... One is missing.

The purple-robed man standing at the head of the boat carried the gorgeous palm engraved with red lotus.

He squatted down, undulating with the sword boat, and in the midst of the turbulent river, he straightened the placket of the white-robed man who always had one hand.

The man didn't even have the strength to struggle.

I just opened my eyes, and there was chaos in my eyes.

Hyun Shangyu pulled up all the arrows for him.

The waves on the boat slowly calmed down.

The river eventually calmed down.

The purple-robed man was silent for a moment.

In the end, he set up Liu Baichan and put half of his body outside the sword boat, and saw that the blood that the man with the King Kong physique should have shed was dripping into the river with his broken palm at this moment.

A touch of scarlet rendered.

"White Zen. ”

Liu Baichan was in a trance.

At this moment, he no longer seemed to be the unfamiliar Great Master of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but the familiar senior brother of Forget Guishan.

"Before I die, I have one thing to say to you. ”

Xuan Shangyu paused, and then said slowly: "Shen Hongying is not dead. ”

After hearing this, Bai Pao was stunned at first.

Then the sword boat trembled violently.

Liu Baichan tried his best to struggle, but was pressed in front of the boat by the purple-robed senior brother behind him.

"Six reincarnations, Cheng Sen Luo Dao. Xuan Shangyu said softly: "Shen Hongying's body is still there, and her soul is locked in the Buddha's remains by me." ”

"It's a pity that you're going to die today. His voice was indifferent, without a trace of emotion, and said, "Even if Buddhism really has a reincarnation, you will not have the fate to meet again." ”

Liu Baichan's qi and blood had long since dried up, and he was ruthlessly pressed in front of the boat.

With the last of his strength, he turned his head slowly.

Then he stared at the purple-robed man.

"Finally...... Tell you a truth that doesn't make sense. ”

Xuan Shangyu said softly: "Bai Chan, if a person can't endure more pain than others when he is alive...... Then when the day of death comes, you will have to accept it more painfully than others. ”

Sink into the Qi River.

Fall.

Fall again.

Bottomless. 】

......

......

Inside Luoyang City.

Streets.

The melodious voice of the white-robed man humming softly pierced the pear blossoms and sprinkled with joy.

It's like an old ballad.

It's like a ray of sunshine shining through the heart of the sky.

The desolation of the years, in the twists and turns of the tune, slowly precipitates.

Under the statue of the Bodhisattva Buddha of Tanta Jizo.

The white-robed man hummed softly, and the red-haired woman in his arms leaned over his shoulder.

The second half of the word.

It's like choking.

The white-robed man's voice struggled to squeeze out of his throat.

"Pear Mirrors, Carmine ......"

Shen Hongying, who loved to dress up during the Eight Great Countries.

"All mundane things, sorrow and ......"

The Shen Hongying who worries about the country and the people and has a sad face every day.

"The girl in red is not happy, and the snow in Gusu is falling all over her head. ”

Accompany yourself to see Shen Hongying in the majestic snow of Beigusu.

"Don't drink, don't drink. ”

Shen Hongying, who doesn't like to drink by herself.

"This life is over, and the next life will be cultivated......"

The white-robed old fox brushed away the hair on Shen Hongying's forehead and gently kissed her forehead.

The red-haired woman was crying silently.

She threw a punch on the white-robed old fox.

The white-robed old fox did not dodge or dodge.

Second punch.

Third punch.

In the end, Shen Hongying lay on the shoulder of the white-robed man, bit heavily on the white robe, suppressed his crying, and said in a choked voice: "Liu Baichan, don't go!"

For so many years, you listened to me as long as I said it.

This time, I won't let you go.

The white-robed old fox smiled.

The edges of his white robe had begun to feather, turning into a brilliant rain of light that melted into the air.

Liu Chanqi let out a soft "um" from his nose.

"Don't go. He smiled and touched Shen Hongying's head, and said softly, "Don't cry, I'm not leaving." ”

Shen Hongying cried so much that she raised a pair of misty eyes and bit her lip.

The white-robed old fox said softly, "Do you remember the story that Master read to us before?"

Shen Hongying nodded desperately with tears on her face.

The white-robed old fox said in a hoarse voice: "Master said that all stories in the world will have a good ending and a bad ending. ”

"But Master said that the good ending, the bad ending, are cause and effect. ”

"I was thinking about ...... at that time," the white-robed old fox coughed slightly.

He glanced at the blood stain on his palm and chuckled quietly.

"I like you so much, how can the end of the story be a bad ending?"

"How so?"

Shen Hongying looked at the corner of the white-robed man's clothes in a daze, slowly blurring and flying, dissolving into the sky and earth like snow.

The man's smile was as white as it was back then.

Liu Chanqi laughed softly: "Actually...... This kind of ending is pretty good. ”

Shen Hongying was stunned.

The white-robed old fox's voice grew weaker.

"Let's go see the heavy snow ...... in Tunku Su Road"

"We've walked so many places, we've been walking for so many years......."

The forehead of the white-robed old fox was attached to Shen Hongying's forehead.

"I sometimes think about ......"

"After watching the heavy snow in Beigusu Road together, is it considered to be white-headed together?"

"Now, does it count...... Have you spent your whole life together?"

The power of the local Tibetan King Bodhisattva dissipated in this white-robed man, and his soul was rejected by heaven and earth, and even his entire body began to dissipate between heaven and earth.

He kissed Shen Hongying lightly on the lips.

Like the dragon's spine in the northern plains, the first snow melts.

The young man and woman went to Beigusu Road to enjoy the snow.

When two people snuggle up to each other.

When the heavy snow falls in Beigusu Road.

The two men looked at each other with soft eyebrows and eyes.

There is a sentence that is not exited.

Twenty years late.

Life...... Is it considered to be white-headed together?

The white-robed old fox smiled.

......

......

Last night, the wind and snow fell all over his head, and he did not have a white head with Qing in this life.

In the next life, Hou Jun is in the sun, and he is white-headed without wind and snow.

......

......

Shen Hongying raised her head in amazement, looked at the white-robed man and winked at herself with a smile.

From the edge of the white robe, to the corners of the white robe, to the placket, and finally, little by little, all began to feather.

Turned into a rain of light.

Can't hold it, can't keep it.

She stumbled forward.

The white-robed man in front of him smiled and stretched out his hands.

Just like it was back then.

But he didn't catch her.