The moonlight is moving, and the gentle breeze is sultry.
Silver light spreads all over the peach blossoms in Taoyuan Cave, carrying an endless aura of dustiness.
Xiao Yueyue wanted to eat all the time, but she could only eat a little at a time.
After eating, he hung it on Su Mo's shoulder again, hugging Su Mo's shoulder and refusing to come down.
Wu Qian looked at the cute little Yueyue and liked it very much. She could only stop squeezing Su Mo's shoulders.
Su Mo didn't tell Xiao Yueyue's origins, so she never asked.
But seeing Xiao Yueyue dozing off and swaying in a daze, Wu Qian still said: "Master, why don't Qian'er take Xiao Yueyue down to have a rest."
The sacred nest in Taoshan has been moved to the cave and has become Su Mo's residence, although Su Mo has never been there.
Hearing this, Su Mo turned to look at Xiao Yueyue, raised his hand and patted Xiao Yueyue's little head gently, "Yueyue, go to bed with your sister."
"oh."
Xiao Yueyue was swaying, her eyelids were heavy, and she climbed down from Su Mo's shoulder with difficulty. She staggered to Wu Qian and opened her arms.
Wu Qian smiled, picked up Xiao Yueyue, and walked towards the divine nest at the foot of the mountain.
The Divine Nest is at the foot of the mountain in Taoyuan Cave. Although Wu Qian moved all the Taoshan disciples to the cave, it is only at the foot of the mountain.
Only a few people can come up to the Peach Mountain in Taoyuan Cave.
Now, Wu Qian took Xiao Yueyue down, and Su Mo was the only one left on Taoshan.
Su Mo looked up at the bright moon and suddenly said, "Why don't you speak?"
Cang Shengbi's life-worse-than-death voice rang out, "I really want to say it, but I don't know what to say."
"Although I don't know what to say, I really want to say it..."
"But it doesn't matter, I will adapt."
"Although I can adapt to it, it's very uncomfortable..."
Cangshengbi imitated Xiao Yueyue's way of speaking, and the painful voice rang in Su Mo's ears.
The corners of Su Mo's mouth twitched and he curled his lips, "What you said...isn't as cute as Yueyue."
Cangshengbi was speechless and shed tears silently, "Why...why can she speak so slowly?"
"Do you know that it is torture for Master Bi to listen to words so slowly?"
"too painful......"
"No, I have to teach her to curse!"
With that said, Cang Shengbi flew away from Su Mo's hair and chased down the mountain.
Watching Cangsheng Pen leave, a picture emerged in Su Mo's mind unconsciously...a little girl of four or five years old, following a broken pen, pointing at a bunch of adults. The childish voice said: "Grandpa Bixian's..."
After thinking about it, Su Mo's face showed a look of expectation...
After being silent for a long time, Su Mo looked at the moonlight and suddenly sighed.
It seems that some things need to be faced.
Su Mo slowly stood up and walked into the spiritual sea gate on the side.
The ancient bodhi tree in the spiritual sea stood in the center, and Huikong sat cross-legged under the tree, looking peaceful.
Only the Demon Saint had nowhere to go and seemed to have come out of his angry thoughts.
Su Mo didn't care anymore, but walked to the river alone. Looking across the vast river bank, Su Mo seemed to be in a trance.
The wind by the river blew through Su Mo's long hair and rolled up Su Mo's white clothes.
Su Mo stared at the stone bridge over the river, his expression hesitant, but with a hint of unspeakable hope and fear.
"Amitabha, my little friend seems to be hesitating..."
Huikong's calm voice sounded behind Su Mo. Su Mo turned around and saw Huikong walking beside him at some point.
The two of them stood by the river, looking at the River of Forgetfulness.
"There are things I want to do, but I'm scared." Su Mo sighed.
In the silence, Huikong suddenly spoke: "When you leave, you must leave."
"What I am doing now is just repeating what the unwilling remnant soul above the Yin River did before."
"Learning from the past, why try again..."
Huikong's soft words floated into Su Mo's ears, making Su Mo lower his head.
Yes, what he is doing now is very similar to the remnant soul of Ziyuxian in the Yin River...
A man was unwilling to accept the death of his mother, so he kept her in a red coffin of meteorite wood, hoping to resurrect her.
The red coffin is still the same red coffin, but now it contains Su Mo’s wife...
"But although their meeting was short, they finally met each other." Su Mo said.
Huikong shook his head and sighed softly, "To be in all appearances, to be apart from all appearances is to have no appearance."
"Thinking without form, thinking without action, is learning Buddhism."
"Since you want to do it, little friend, why not give it a try?"
Su Mo turned around and looked at the mahogany coffin placed in the pavilion, his expression full of lovesickness.
In the illusion of the divine realm, in the mirror of reincarnation, the couple of three lives in the nine heavens and ten earths made him have an endless love with the person in the coffin. This kind of love came from nothing, it was very plain, but it was engraved on the soul.
"I dare not, I cannot be sure that the bridge in this spiritual sea is the same as the bridge in my dream."
"I can't be sure that people who walk across the bridge will definitely enter reincarnation..."
He couldn't use the life and death technique of the Book of Life and Death to try to kill another person. Is there really reincarnation on the other side of the bridge on the Wangchuan River...
He knew that for this kind of forbidden law of life and death, he himself would inevitably have to bear the consequences of the heaven.
He doesn't know how many times he can bear this kind of cause and effect...
He can only bear this kind of cause and effect once. If it is used on others, Ning Baixue will never be able to be reborn.
So this is probably the only chance, and it can only be used on Ning Baixue.
Huikong looked at Su Mo, who was trapped in obsession and pain, and sighed deeply, "My little friend used the restraint of life and death to trap a ray of her soul between life and death."
"No rest, no reincarnation."
"Have you ever thought that to her, this is no different than leaving?"
"In fact, maybe she is experiencing the same boundless pain as those who cannot die in Jiutian..."
"Why not...let her make her own choice?"
Su Mo's body trembled and he looked at the coffin in a daze.
He used a mahogany coffin to trap a ray of Ning Baixue's soul in it, so that one day she could walk through the River of Forgetfulness, grow up somewhere in the world, and then stand in front of him again after an unknown number of years. before.
But the reincarnation scroll had already appeared, but he didn't dare to take action.
"Let her make her own choice?" Su Mo slowly lowered his head.
After a long silence, Su Mo finally took a step forward and came to the mahogany coffin in a daze.
Ning Baixue still has a ray of soul, a ray of soul that has not dissipated.
As long as she wakes her up, she can make her own choice...
Su Mo stroked the coffin, and the book of life and death in the void of the spiritual sea shook violently, automatically turning to the fourth volume of the "Book of Life and Death", and the majestic power of life and death poured into the coffin.
The coffin was opened, and an ethereal and graceful figure stood in front of Su Mo.
She looked deeply at Su Mo, with tears in her eyes.
"I want to... try it!"
