Han Ziyue sighed: "For another person to be so crazy, I'm afraid there is only one word 'love' in this world. The origin of the word 'love' is very harmful to people."
Chu Liuying looked up at Han Ziyue, and felt that he had a handsome face, a straight nose, and a hint of sadness in his beautiful purple eyes. However, this sad color made him look more charming, and she couldn't help but gently She reached out, wanting to hold his hand caressing the railing.
Unexpectedly, footsteps were heard from the end of the bamboo building. The two turned around and saw Ye Zhenfeng, who was dressed in black.
Ye Zhenfeng obviously came to see Han Ziyue. Chu Liuying was really smart and knew that he came to see Mr. Han Yue, so she nodded to him and said, "I have something else to do, so I won't disturb your chat."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Ye Zhenfeng rolled up her long hair, making her look even taller and taller. He walked up to Han Ziyue and said, "This Miss Chu seems to be very good to you!"
Han Ziyue turned around and said, "Isn't Miss Zhuo also very kind to you?"
Ye Zhenfeng was speechless. He stood next to her and asked softly: "Ziyue, what did I do wrong? Why are you refusing to pay attention to me?"
Han Ziyue frowned slightly, thinking that you have done many things wrong, but you don't know it. This is your biggest mistake. But now that I am possessed by a demon, how can I blame you?
She didn't answer, just sighed helplessly.
At this moment, Zhuo Qi, who was standing under the bamboo tower admiring the peach blossoms, looked up at the two people standing on the bamboo tower and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Liu Wiming, who was standing next to her, also looked up at the person standing on the second floor, and then looked back at Zhuo Qi beside him.
Zhuo Qi clenched his fists, frowned, bit his red lips lightly, with a look of resentment on his face.
Liu Waming put his hands in his sleeves and said with a big belly: "What a pair of extremely handsome young men. Alas... Girl Zhuo Qi, I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible!"
Zhuo Qi was confused, turned to look at him, and asked, "Uncle Liu, what do you mean?"
Liu Waming pointed at the pair of beauties upstairs and said, "Do you think they can accommodate a woman between them?"
Only then did Zhuo Qi understand what he meant. She tilted her head and said in disbelief: "Did he change his taste?"
Liu Wo Ming chuckled, Zhuo Qi clenched her pink fist, stamped her feet, and said angrily: "Damn Ye Zhenfeng, a romantic by nature. He used to be a womanizer, but now he doesn't even let men go! How annoying!"
"Hahaha!" Liu Wo Ming couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
The night breeze blows slowly, but it can't blow away the worries.
Jiang Yanming held a wine jar and leaned against the stone pillar of the Xiangsi Pavilion to drink. There were tears in his eyes. The wind blew his long gray hair, and a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, floating lightly in the wind. He felt like he was He has aged a lot overnight.
Back then, because I held the hope that Luo Xueying would come back one day, even though I was getting older, my heart was still not old. Embrace their former love and warm it for the rest of their lives. Now that I know that the person I love has died long ago, I can't help but feel ashen and have no thoughts about anything in the world.
A white figure came walking on pink peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms fell all over the ground. Wuchen leaned lightly on a peach tree, turned to look at the man sitting next to the Acacia Pavilion drinking, and said: " Master Jiang Gu, you’re fine!”
Jiang Yanming was puzzled, looked up at Wuchen, and rubbed hard
With his eyes, everything seemed to be in a dream. He quickly stood up, holding the wine jar with one hand and pointing at Wuchen with the other, staggering towards him.
Surprised: "Are you... are you... that monk?"
Wuchen nodded, jumped down and said, "Master Jiang Gu, I haven't seen you for many years, do you still remember the young monk?"
Jiang Yanming nodded slowly and said, "I saved you twenty-eight years ago, and we drank hyacinth wine together nineteen years ago. How could I not remember you?"
Wuchen nodded and said: "Now the young monk's dharma name is 'Wuchen', which is taken from the Brahma Realm Wuchen."
Jiang Yanming nodded, looked at Wuchen's face, and sighed: "More than twenty years have passed, and you really haven't aged at all, really not at all! However, the world has changed a lot, and I He is already an old man."
Wuchen smiled slightly, his eyes seemed to have a touch of peach blossom color, which was shockingly beautiful. He said: "The world has changed several times, but the fairy mountain is still locked in haze."
Jiang Yanming nodded and said: "Yes, the world has changed several times, but the fairy mountain is still locked in haze. Master, Xueying is dead. As a human being, we cannot escape the six paths of reincarnation. I missed her in this life and can't see her again. , I wonder if I can see her again in the next life?”
Wuchen performed the Buddha salute with one hand, lowered his head slightly and sighed: "Amitabha, even if there is a next life, can you guarantee that you will not miss it? The world of mortals is disturbing people's hearts. I advise Jiang Guzhu to let it go, which is the great liberation. "
Jiang Yanming slowly shook his head and said: "If the heart is Wuchen, it is like Luoxue listening to Zen. Master Wuchen has no heart, so how can he understand the intoxicating taste of love? The world is willing to shed blood for him, and is willing to regret it for the rest of his life... Yan Ming can't let it go, so why has Xueying ever let it go? Master, please tell me, is there really reincarnation in the world?"
"Reincarnation?" Wuchen sighed softly and stopped talking. He raised his head and looked toward the sky in the distance.
There were few stars in the sky, leaving only a pear blossom moon in the sky, and everything in the world was suddenly shrouded in this peach blossom mist.
The white-clothed monk in front of him was only in his mid-twenties at best, but how could Jiang Yanming say that he had saved him twenty-eight years ago, and that they had drank Fengxin wine together nineteen years ago? What exactly is this matter about.
This matter started twenty-eight years ago. At that time, Jiang Yanming was just a handsome boy of seventeen years old. But even so, his medical skills were already quite good. He practiced medicine everywhere, treating diseases and saving people.
Once he found a dying old monk lying on the side of the road. The old monk was covered in wounds, probably by a strong man. He only had half his life left. No matter how strong his medical skills were, he might not be able to save him.
But who is Jiang Yanming? Even though he is a seventeen-year-old boy, he is already like a medicine fairy. He brought the old monk back to Blue Moon Valley and treated him with all his heart. This treatment only took half a month.
While he was healing the old monk, a strange thing happened. Jiang Yanming discovered that the old monk's appearance had slowly changed during the half month he had been lying in bed, and he was slowly getting younger.
When the old monk woke up, he had turned into a young monk in his early twenties, with fair and delicate skin that could be broken with a blow. This really shocked Jiang Yanming. He had never seen this before after so many years of practicing medicine. This kind of thing.
And this rejuvenated demonic monk in white clothes was none other than the Wuchen monk in front of him, but his name was unknown at that time.
It’s called Wuchen, but it’s called Zhiyuan.
Today's monk Wuchen is the master Zhiyuan back then. The reason why he is like this is because he hides secrets that cannot be known to outsiders.
At that time, Monk Zhiyuan told Jiang Yanming that he was an immortal and had lived in the world for a long time. In order to avoid the panic of the world, he would grow old slowly like a mortal and then pretend to be dead. Then he became a disciple of Lan Nuo Temple and started his life again.
Therefore, there has always been a monk in Lannuo Temple who secretly and repeatedly practices in the temple. He accompanied Lannuo Temple as he grew older, and watched all the monks in Lannuo Temple grow old, sick and die, just like reincarnation in the world.
The world comes and goes like a tide, but the Lannuo Temple remains unchanged and the demonic monk in white is always waiting. None of this is known to the world.
In order to be like the rest of the world, he has been relying on spiritual power to slowly change his appearance and let himself age slowly. However, because he was seriously injured at the time and was unconscious, he could no longer use spiritual power to maintain his aging appearance. His appearance regained his youth.
Jiang Yanming is the only one who knows the secret of his immortality, so they have become good friends. He has been keeping this secret for the monk since he was young until he is now in his twilight years.
Jiang Yanming saw the white-robed monk who was still young and knew that he was dead in his previous life, and now he was called Wuchen, and he was another new self, but he was different from the world, he did not enter reincarnation in the underworld, but lived in the human world. It’s just reincarnation.
Jiang Yanming handed the hyacinth wine to Wuchen and sighed: "Monk, there is only this jar of hyacinth wine left, and I broke all the others. Xueying is no longer alive, and neither will the person I am waiting for." Now that I’m back, this hyacinth wine has no meaning anymore.”
After saying that, he shook his head sadly and looked up at the cold stars in the sky.
Wuchen took the wine jar, raised it and drank. The clear wine dripped on his white glazed beads, and followed the beads falling into the dust from the white lotus pendant.
Wuchen sighed: "There is always too much helplessness in all things in the world. The eight sufferings of life: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-lasting resentment, not being able to ask for what you want, and not being able to let go. In this vast world, all sentient beings are evil. No one is unjust, all living beings suffer, and no one can escape...Master Jiang Gu, what can I do for you?"
Wuchen turned to look at the heartbroken Jiang Yanming, and said: "Monk, please save Xueying for me! I hope Xueying and I can meet again in the next life, if... there really is an afterlife!"
Wuchen nodded, sat cross-legged, twisted the beads in his hands, closed his eyes and recited the Diamond Sutra.
When Wuchen finished reciting the scriptures, a mountain wind suddenly blew up. The mountain wind entered the valley and swept up the white peach blossoms in the sky. Those peach blossom petals, like agile elves, wrapped around Jiang Yanming, and finally flew into the sky.
Luo Xueying was proud and had a most beautiful love, but they missed each other due to various misunderstandings. Maybe before she died, she no longer hated Jiang Yanming, she just hated this helpless world.
So does she still love him? If your heart is dead, you will no longer love. After all, there are many things to do in this world besides love. Therefore, when she was dying, the last words she left to her daughter Luo Xuehan had nothing to do with love or hate.
Ye Zhenfeng and Han Ziyue were talking in the corridor on the second floor when they saw Zhuo Qi walking upstairs, holding a bowl of steaming beef noodles in his hand.
