"How long has it been?" The monk looked up at the moon in the sky and asked the frowning Po Meng.
Po Meng sighed leisurely: "It's less than an hour, don't worry, it won't affect your crossing the bridge."
After thinking about it, Po Meng continued to ask: "In this case, the last fragment recording the Immortal Emperor's Divine Comedy fell into the hands of a bunch of guys in Tianluo City?"
The monk nodded in response: "Since this matter has been exposed by the monks of Tianyu City, how can Tianxiang Academy be saved?"
Po Meng shook her head and said helplessly: "Because of the relationship between Wen Jianyi and Wu Hua Gongzi, they can't keep the fragment no matter what."
When the monk heard this, he couldn't help being stunned. This was his secret. How did Po Meng know about it?
Even in Tianxiang City and Tianluo City, few people knew the final outcome of this matter.
Po Meng stretched out her hand to fill the monk's wine, thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "Youruo from Tianxiang Academy is my disciple... I say, monk, how long has it been and you are going to be reincarnated again?"
The monk was reaching out to pick up the full bowl of wine in front of him. When he heard this, he almost spilled the wine on the ground.
He looked up at Po Meng and said, "Do you want to scare the monk to death? By the way, when did Senior Sister Youruo become your disciple? Isn't this generational hierarchy messed up?"
After thinking for a while, he lowered his head, took a breath, and said with a wry smile: "I thought I could survive in the world of mortals for a few more decades, but I didn't expect that I would enter reincarnation early."
Mrs. Meng picked up the cold tea in front of her and took a sip.
She looked at him and said with a smile: "Monk, the Buddha said that all appearances are not appearances, but you are not acting right... Let me guess, if it wasn't Wen Jianyi who attacked you, it was the young man in black from Tianluo City, right?"
The monk held the bowl and drank a few more sips of spiritual wine. He sighed after looking down at the bowl of wine.
He replied: "I have gone through the six paths of reincarnation almost once, and I have figured out many things that I didn't understand before. The past has passed..."
Unlike Po Meng, the current monk does not want to go back to the past to avenge Chen Changsheng outside Tianxiang City.
After all, he personally took care of his parents until they were old and did not let the white-haired people give away the black-haired people. In his opinion, this was something worthy of praise.
Whether it is the young man in black from Tianluo City Lord's Mansion or the monk from Jinguang Temple, they are an obstacle on his way to practice.
Once he has crossed over, he becomes a brand new self.
If he continues to live in the past, he will never be able to pursue the world he wants to achieve.
When Po Meng heard this, she couldn't help but nodded, thinking that your past has passed, but my past body is still trapped in Tianluo City.
He even envied the monk's attitude of not letting things go by the past and leaving everything behind.
Drinking this bowl of soul-forgetting soup that you cooked is the next brand-new reincarnation.
After that, let him disappear into the vast river of time, no matter where the torrential flood sweeps him.
"Monk, how are Shangguan Wushuang and Youruo from Tianxiang Academy doing now? Were they okay when you left?"
Although she was at Wangchuan Bridge, Po Meng's heart had followed Li Xiuyuan to Tianyu City, which is nine heavens above, at No. 47 Jade Street...
The unreasonable girl Youruo back then, the girl who finally became his disciple.
And that Shangguan Wushuang who married King Wenjian... Dongfang Yu'er has now reborn as a phoenix and turned into Dongfang Ruyu.
What about the unparalleled gentleman back then?
Wushuang is already someone else's wife, leaving the gentleman to become a young man.
"Those two senior sisters?"
The monk thought for a while and smiled: "They later went to the Xinghua Valley at the foot of Mount Xumi. It was Senior Sister Wushuang's brother who became a father, and the two of them went there with them..."
From the monk's point of view, he has been reincarnated for countless lives, but this one is the most tender, allowing him to feel the warmth of the world, although he has also witnessed the darkness of the world.
However, the sun still rises every day, and even under the sunshine there are still countless dark sides.
Looking at Po Meng, whose brows were still furrowed, the monk couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that Po Meng also has unfinished relationships in this world? No matter how you look at it, you don't look like you have been involved in the worldly affairs of the three realms?"
Wangchuan is a very special place and is not under the jurisdiction of the Three Realms. The monk still understands this truth.
Po Meng looked at him and waved her hand, sighing softly.
He smiled and said, "Monk, this story of yours is not as exciting as the previous reincarnation. Remember, you owe me a wonderful story."
Regardless of whether she was willing or not, at least before taking Xiao Hei on the road to heaven, he had no way to do anything about what happened in Tianyu City and Tianxiang City.
Dang Dang Dang!
The monk stretched out his finger to tap the wine bowl, which struck Po Meng's heart like a morning bell in the temple, cheering her up.
Then he smiled lightly and said: "Monk, I am really happy to meet Po Meng again, talk to you about some past events in this life, and drink the unique spiritual wine and tea in heaven and earth."
Po Meng looked up at the sky and laughed quietly.
He reached out and picked up a bowl of soup from the table and pushed it in front of him. He smiled lightly and said, "The time has come. Drink this bowl of soup and go start your reincarnation in the next life."
The monk laughed, picked up the soup on the table and said, "Let me not dwell on the past and blame the next life, and start my journey in the next life."
Po Meng watched the monk drink up the soup in the bowl with a smile on her face.
Pointing to the side of the stone bridge, he asked: "Monk, in this life, what is the name of the stone bridge you see in your eyes?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, followed her gaze, and saw a colorful divine light flashing from the railings of the stone bridge.
Patting his thigh gently, the monk stood up and said with a smile: "God rewards hard work, the monk has endured the suffering of five reincarnations, and finally saw a rainbow!"
After saying that, he stood up and arranged the monk's robes, bowed deeply to Po Meng and said, "Thank you Po Meng, we will see you again by fate."
Po Meng waved her sleeves lightly and smiled: "Let's go well this time and don't come back again."
The monk nodded and smiled: "That's true, then we'll see you somewhere else... and go."
After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves, raised his feet and walked towards the other shore shining with colorful divine light.
Po Meng looked at the stone bridge shining with divine light, and said calmly: "After five lives, are you finally going to the kingdom of God?"
The time has come, she muttered softly while cleaning up the mess on the table.
"For the sake of a fragment of the Divine Comedy, will you re-enact the evil deeds of Dagou Town?"
Turning around and walking towards Huangquan Village, Po Meng naturally understood that there was no way a young man would not cause trouble for Wen Jianyi and You Ruo.
But in order to silence the world, it was naturally impossible to let go of Chen Changsheng, who was the first to get the fragment.
And these things, as long as he returns to Tianxiang City, he will naturally have a way to know.
Monks come into this world for the sake of reincarnation, so they can ignore the past.
But I am different. My past and future are still there... The fragments of the jade disc are still with me, and I still have a complete requiem...
After thinking about it, those guys didn't let me go.
No wonder the old Taoist priest said that it was his fate and his calamity.
Stepping under the starlight, she returned to the small courtyard. Exhausted physically and mentally, she just took a basin of cold spring water to wash herself briefly, and then fell down on the lounge chair.
At this moment, she just wants to stay drunk without waking up.
…
It rains heavily at night, and the sky and earth are getting colder.
Not wanting to wake up, Po Meng wrapped the animal blanket tighter around her body.
"Wuxin and Jasmine have started a new life. Even I have met this monk who has been reincarnated for five lives twice on the Wangchuan Bridge. Is this fate?"
Po Meng thought for a while, but still didn't understand and still didn't want to get up.
Since his cultivation, Wuxin has been his most important friend, and he is also the first friend to be framed and die.
On the long road of spiritual practice, he didn't know who could accompany him to the other side, and how many people could obtain the so-called eternal life.
Perhaps, when he ends his relationship with Mount Sumeru, someone will return to the world and start reincarnation again.
Looking at the stone steps wetted by the rain, he murmured to himself: "Alive or dead? Do you want to be equal to the sky?"
It was impossible for the Buddha on Mount Sumeru to tell him, and it was impossible for Mr. Zai who lived in the Apricot Blossom Valley at the foot of Mount Sumeru to tell him.
The old Taoist priest who saw the dragon but never saw its end had to wait for him to discover these truths by himself, let alone tell him.
The old monk from the Great Buddha Temple who could sit down and teach some truths has already ascended and left.
After much deliberation, I was afraid that even if Minghui returned to Prajna Temple and stayed in the human world to practice, she would not be able to give him a satisfactory answer.
After lazily dressing up and washing up early, he lit the stove on the sword-making platform under the eaves.
Such weather is suitable for melting these different materials into different sword embryos.
Since he still had thoughts about it, he had to hurry up and spend ten years forging a batch of spiritual swords for his relatives in the Apricot Blossom Valley.
Let them protect themselves in the years when they don't have them, and let the spiritual sword in their hands accompany them.
First, he cooked a pot of white porridge, while melting different spiritual sword irons and ores, and watched as a pool of golden molten iron appeared in front of him.
He thought that within a few days, there would be a sword embryo all over the place.
Unexpectedly, what I originally planned to do on the Tianshan Mountains was carried out on the Wangchuan River in advance. In this way, the final quenching would go to the cold pool on Fangcun Mountain or the glacier on the Tianshan Mountains.
Looking up at the wisps of rain outside the curtain, I found that today's weather was actually a bit chilly and autumn-y.
If it weren't for the blazing fire under the eaves, it would be adding a bit of a damp and cold atmosphere.
And this kind of weather is what she hates the most.
Even if the wind and rain persist, she still has to go to the bridge to cook the pot of soup, just like the molten iron under the eaves, forgetting the trouble of making soup every day on the Sichuan Bridge.
It is also a practice that she must adhere to every day.
Apart from being able to lie down and rest for two days a month, I haven't had this feeling for how many years.
…
Fortunately, there are still a lot of elixirs left in the house, otherwise she would have to walk through the rain and fog on the first mountain to go to the back mountain to collect medicines.
In the cool and slightly cold season, there was a constant sound of banging iron... After cooking a pot of soup, I returned to the small courtyard and started to forge out the ugly sword embryos one by one.
In Po Meng's opinion, it would take ten years of hard work to cast these sword faces to at least eighty percent of their meaning.
The last two points were left to the Tianshan Mountains of the Five Realms, using that spiritual energy of heaven and earth to try to forge a spiritual sword that condensed the power of mortals.
As for the heaviest mortal sword, she planned to wait until she returned to the Five Realms before taking action.
After all, he still had to find a handful of the most common and most commemorative iron in the Five Realms to add to it.
Use the power of the five regions and one side of the world, use your own phoenix divine fire, and use the most common charcoal firepower for people in the five regions to create a mortal sword of your own.
One sword in heaven and on earth, a unique mortal sword.
In the dead of night, Po Meng woke up from her short sleep, held an oil-paper umbrella, and walked through the rain and fog on the ground to the Wangchuan Bridge.
When I opened the magic circle, there was no one around, so I held a Buddhist scripture and lit an oil lamp on the bridge.
As the corners of her mouth moved slightly, Buddhist sutras dancing in the wind were all on the Forgotten River Bridge and in the river.
As the chanting rhythm became a little faster, a faint golden light spread around the wooden shed, preventing the wind and rain from attacking him.
The Buddha's light was like starlight, shining on her body.
The sentient beings who come up from afar and want to go to the bridge to drink soup and reincarnate will see it as if there is a great and compassionate Bodhisattva sitting on the bridge.
With fearless courage and boundless power of compassion, a passage to the next reincarnation will be opened for them.
Po Meng, who was looking at the Buddhist scriptures, felt peaceful between her brows and did not see the wind and rain in the sky at all.
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