In the abyss under the high platform, there were suddenly countless tentacles transformed from black mist, entangled all over his body.
In an instant, he was dragged down into the abyss!
While thousands of monks were stunned, Ji Wushuang giggled from the abyss: "Let's get together in the abyss!"
"Brother Watson!"
"elder brother!"
"brother!"
In the stands, countless screams were heard for a while...
Watson, who fell into the abyss with the black tentacles, finally saw a stunningly beautiful face under the moonlight.
Ji Wushuang, who had recovered her female body, stuck the demon knife on the stone wall with one hand and hugged Watson tightly to her chest with the other hand, just like a wife hugging her husband who had returned from afar.
Sighing softly, blood-red lips said softly in Watson's ear: "I said, I want to become one with you..."
After saying that, she saw a starlight rising in her eyes, which turned into a ray of light in an instant and rushed into Watson's divine sea.
Watson sighed and replied: "You think too much!"
"Really? Then let's go and meet under the abyss together... cluck!" At this moment, Ji Wushuang let go of his hand and fell down into the abyss!
The wind blows, and the dark wind like a knife comes from under the abyss to Watson!
At the moment of life and death, Watson suddenly slashed out two flaming swords from his eyes, instantly cutting off the tentacles of Ji Wushuang's evil spirit transformation center!
Two spiritual swords transformed from divine fire pierced Ji Wushuang's chest, and the two were separated in an instant...
Ji Wushuang, who continued to fall into the abyss, chuckled: "It's useless, Watson, you will always be with me, you are mine..."
A ray of starlight illuminating the heaven and earth fell from the nine heavens and headed towards the beings in the abyss...
Watson looked at the woman falling into the abyss and sighed softly: "You think too much!"
A bright lotus rose from the starlight that traveled through nine days, lifted up the fallen Watson, and slowly rose above the abyss.
Watson shouted forcefully: "Sister, Zhu Jiu, what are you waiting for?"
"Ah...brother, here I come!"
"No...brother, wait for me!"
Jiu Zhu took Hua Yu's hand, and when Watson fell onto the lotus platform transformed by starlight and rose from the abyss, she jumped up and flew towards Watson...
Xiaoxue hugged her mother-in-law and exclaimed: "Mother-in-law, brother Zhu Jiu is also going to become a god!"
The mother-in-law hugged Xiaoxue tightly, fearing that she could not help but spread her wings at this moment, turn into Qingluan and fly away with Watson, leaving her.
Up and down the high platform, thousands of monks looked at this momentarily reversed scene. No one spoke for a while, they just watched quietly as Hua Yu and Zhu Jiu climbed onto the lotus platform.
Murong Qiuxue shouted unwillingly: "Oh my god, is it possible that Feisheng can still bring his relatives with him?"
Murong Lengyan sighed and replied quietly: "Because, he is Watson."
Jiang Qingqing took the prince's hand and said, "Your Highness, Ninth Brother doesn't want us anymore." The prince looked at Zhu Jiu who was slowly flying towards the moon, and waved gently: "Ninth Brother, goodbye!"
Master Liaochen fell down on the high platform, looked at Watson on the lotus platform and said: "Just like all the deaths yesterday, there are all kinds of lives today. Disciple, it's a good journey..."
Watson on the lotus platform nodded to the old monk and master, and then said to Tantai Xiaoyu who looked confused: "Senior sister, take care and practice well!"
In this flash of lightning, Tantai Xiaoyu finally recalled all the events of yesterday, the beautiful jade on Tianshan Mountain, and the young man on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang...
At the moment when the three Watsons transformed into starlight and disappeared from everyone's eyes...
Like a cuckoo crying for blood, Tantai Xiaoyu let out a shrill cry: "Watson..."
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The summer solstice has not yet come, and Li Xiuyuan, who has completed the five declines of heaven and man between life and death, wakes up from his dream.
The calamity thunder rang on the top of the snow mountain all night long. No one knew what happened on the snow mountain. The elders in the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain were speculating whether the gods in the middle of the mountain had gone to survive the calamity of ascension.
After that, it rained heavily for three days and three nights, completely erasing the anger of early summer and washing away the bloody sky of the Tang Dynasty.
After waking up, Li Xiuyuan went down to the snow-capped mountains, and a few days later, he brought back a masked man.
This year, the apricots on the mountain are very sweet, as if to welcome their master back, and as if they have been sleeping for many years without blooming or bearing fruit.
It’s all about putting your best foot forward this year.
As usual, Li Xiuyuan first loosened the soil in the two vegetable fields in front of the door, sprinkled seeds, and then went to the back of the house to pick some spiritual tea.
It was only when a new pot of tea was brewed and a faint fragrance floated in the living room that the masked woman in the room came back to her senses.
I moved a chair and sat under the eaves in a daze.
During the Kaiyuan period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, due to economic development, land annexation accelerated, resulting in more people migrating into exile, the equalization of land system was destroyed, and farmers who equalized land lost their land and became refugees.
While Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty lived a life of indulgence and sensuality, Concubine Yang's family was powerful and squandered as much as they wanted.
The five Yang brothers and sisters live a sensual and lustful life, leading a dissolute life.
The corruption of the government has increased the burden on the people and promoted social conflicts to continue to intensify.
On the ninth day of the eleventh month of the fourteenth year of Tianbao's reign in the Tang Dynasty, Anlu Mountain, who was also the envoy of Fanyang, Pinglu and Hedong, sent troops from Tongluo, Xi, Khitan and Shiwei, a total of 200,000 people.
He raised troops in Fan Yang under the pretext of being worried about the country's danger and crusading against Yang Guozhong.
The prefectures and counties that the rebels passed through were all in disarray. The local magistrates either opened their doors to welcome the rebels, abandoned the city and fled, or were captured and killed by the rebels. The rebels soon took control of Hebei.
The local people worship Anlu Mountain and Shi Siming as the second saint.
On Bingshen day, Xuanzong fled to Maweipo with his subordinates.
The soldiers were hungry and exhausted, and the six armies were angry. Chen Xuanli believed that Yang Guozhong's rebellion led to An Lushan's rebellion, and asked Li Fuguo to tell the prince that he wanted to kill Yang Guozhong.
Yang Guozhong was killed and dismembered by everyone, and his head was held up with a gun at the door of the inn. Yang Xuan, the Minister of Household Affairs, Mrs. Han Guo, Mrs. Qin Guo and Wei Fangjin were all killed.
Gao Lishi persuaded Xuanzong to keep the troops calm and kill Yang Guifei. Xuanzong reluctantly ordered Gao Lishi to hang Concubine Yang to death in the Buddhist hall.
Before Gao Lishi hanged Yang Yuhuan in the Buddhist hall, Li Xiuyuan, who came in a carriage, exchanged a piece of yellow paper for the civet cat for the prince, and left the emperor with the dying Xiao Jin.
Just like when he exchanged a piece of talisman paper for monk Huiming in the palace of Zhou Dynasty.
Xiao Jin, who returned to the snow mountain, slept for three days before slowly waking up. He looked at Li Xiuyuan who was working in the vegetable field and murmured: "Who am I? Are you my brother?"
Between life and death, Xiao Jin awakened to the memory of his previous life, thinking of his brother and the fool Xiao Hei.
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "You have to ask my master and the old monk about this. It is said that the world is too miserable. Why do you want to come to Datang to see it?"
Xiao Jin sighed quietly and replied: "Xiao Hei and I missed my brother, so we told senior that we would come and see you, but who knew that I would end up like this?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded: "You can still remember me, so that doesn't count as reincarnation. But, who is Xiao Hei?" 33
Xiao Jin smiled faintly: "That idiot Xiao Hei, he was a little black horse back then. Grandpa took him to play with me, and later he became like me..."
After a long round of detours, Li Xiuyuan realized that this little black guy was the fool who suddenly disappeared under the Tag Snow Mountain. Unexpectedly, he ran away with the old man from the Reincarnation Tower.
This is really a very distant story for Li Xiuyuan now.
After washing up, Li Xiuyuan went back under the eaves and cooked a pot of spiritual tea.
Looking at Xiao Jin in front of him, he asked: "Were you by my side in the South China Sea? Where was that old turtle?"
Xiao Jin shook his head: "Later, grandpa called me away, and I don't know where that old turtle went..."
Li Xiuyuan sighed. After all, many years have passed. Not everyone he meets on the road can meet again in life.
Except for people like Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, they have countless karma with them.
Thinking of this, he had no choice but to continue: "Yang Yuhuan of the Tang Dynasty has died in the Buddhist hall in Maweipo. From now on, you are Xiaojin, remember?"
Xiao Jin sighed and said quietly: "Brother, Xiao Jin's life is so miserable."
"Why are you suffering? Since you came to the world, you have to go through these love, hate and separation... I have changed my appearance, why can you still recognize me?"
Li Xiuyuan reached out and poured two cups of spiritual tea. After surviving the five declines of heaven and man, he did not become a great monk like Wu Xin. He was still a mortal.
He even wanted to ask his master what kind of tribulation he had overcome, and whether he had succeeded in overcoming it?
If he hadn't gone to the villa in the mountains, found out the current year number, and knew that Xiao Jin was about to be robbed, he wouldn't have even gone to the snow-capped mountains.
When he woke up from his dream, after completing the tribulation on the top of the snow-capped mountains, he looked at his reflection in a puddle of snow water.
Once again I deeply disliked myself.
Just like he had overcome the catastrophe of Phoenix Nirvana and the catastrophe of the formless golden body before.
Now Li Xiuyuan has returned to the appearance of a twelve-year-old boy again, while Xiao Jin in front of him is already middle-aged in the Tang Dynasty, looking like a man who has conquered the country and the city.
Seeing Xiao Jin calling him brother, Li Xiuyuan had a strange feeling.
Xiao Jin looked at Li Xiuyuan's appearance and couldn't help but smile: "My brother is a god, so he can rejuvenate himself. Xiao Jin probably has to wait for the senior Taoist priest to take me and Xiao Hei home."
He couldn't die, and he didn't have much cultivation. In Xiao Jin's opinion, he could only listen to the arrangements of the two seniors, the old monk and the old Taoist priest.
After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Brother, does he know where Xiao Hei went?"
"I don't know. I'll ask the master tomorrow." Li Xiuyuan waved to her and said, "The apricots on the mountain are ripe. You can pick a pot and come back to eat."
Xiao Jin put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and walked to the kitchen, while replying: "Brother, don't worry, I haven't eaten apricots from the snow-capped mountains for a long time."
Li Xiuyuan sighed after watching Xiao Jinchu carrying the bamboo basket towards the mountains.
Looking into the void, he asked: "Master, what kind of idiot Xiao Hei has come to the Tang Dynasty? Who is he?"
After a while, the voice of the old Taoist priest came from the divine sea: "Didn't you take him to the confluence of the three rivers to see the Buddha?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and then laughed lightly: "It turns out to be that idiot. He is really a passionate guy, and he doesn't worry about anything wherever he goes."
The old Taoist priest sighed: "Those are the various hardships he has to go through. Where do you plan to go next and how do you arrange it? Now that you have overcome the disaster, you don't have much time left."
"Have I succeeded in overcoming the tribulation? But my cultivation has not changed at all?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this. He stared blankly at the half cup of spiritual tea in his hand and asked stupidly: "Why don't I feel anything? Wuxin was not like this back then."
"He is who he is, and you are who you are. Don't compare yourself to others."
The old Taoist priest continued: "Do you want me to take Xiao Jin and leave now... Remember, your journey has just begun, starting from the moment you leave Datang."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Xiaojin in the mountains, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "It's rare for her to be with me. I want to leave Chang'an until autumn and go to Penglai on the sea to see..."
The old Taoist priest replied: "Remember, she died in Maweipo and should not appear in the world again."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "This is not easy. Master, please wave your hand and restore her to her original appearance."
Regarding Watson, it is a dream that comes from all over the world. A child who wanted to be a teacher since he was a child and teach the children the way of saints, because of an accident, embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Having Watson in the Fuchun Riverside School, I felt that it was not good enough, so I later sent him to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, where he transformed from a teacher into an indomitable hero.
Later, thinking about it, it was not enough, because Wentianfeng was still waiting for him there.
The universe is parallel, and none of us knows whether there will be another me at the end of the other world... So, I asked Watson to go back and settle the grudge against Wentianfeng.
It's just that Tantai Xiaoyu was an accident. Even if you are a hero in this world, there will be unsatisfactory things. Watson is the case.
Thank you, thank you to everyone who sees this.
The story has actually not begun yet, because the story of the Tang Dynasty is about to end.
Some people died, but not completely...
