The fragrance of bamboo spreads outside a remote mountain village.
It’s another year when new bamboo emerges, breaking out of the ground between the bamboo forests. It pushes through the withered yellow bamboo leaves that have fallen to the ground and emerges one by one.
The wind blew by, and the thick, dark green bamboo forest made a rustling sound that could not be heard...
Beside the black bamboo forest, a bamboo house stood under the bamboo, and the roof was already covered with thick dead bamboo leaves. The withered bamboo leaves exuded a thick fragrance of grass.
Outside the small bamboo house, the white-haired old man sat in front of the stone table outside the door.
The old man's body exuded the fragrance of grass and trees, attracting the surrounding bees and butterflies to hover beside the old man, as if they were not worried that the old man would hurt them.
A woman in a colorful long dress sat in front of the old man, turning the tea cup in her hand and remaining silent.
The jade-white skin looked like a new life. With a trace of sadness on her delicate face, she served in front of the old man.
Everything seems to be the same as it was thousands of years ago, but something is missing...
The old man looked at the woman in front of him and sighed deeply, "I came back here just to take care of myself... Why do you need to take care of me?"
The woman raised her head and looked at the old man, shaking her head as if nothing had happened, "There is nothing going on in the demon world now, so I just want to come back and sit."
The old man looked at the lingering sadness in the woman's eyes and sighed bitterly.
The sky in the early sunshine has a hint of morning red, dyeing half of the sky like a roll of red silk.
In this spiritual sea, there were three people thousands of years ago!
Thousands of years ago, the old man and a man and woman hid here. Everything was peaceful and beautiful...
But the young man never came back after leaving.
This secluded bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain seems to be the only place where the two of them can find the feeling of the past...
It's just that the past is like a wound.
The more you look back, the harder it is to move forward!
The woman with long hair seemed to have unspeakable thoughts. In the silence, she looked at all the scenery around her, slightly lost in thought.
"Ordinarily, with your current level of cultivation, there shouldn't be any problems with Nirvana." The old man looked at the woman and asked with some worry, "But why did such a big change happen to your last Nirvana?"
The woman slowly lowered her head and said quietly: "I had a dream when I was in Nirvana..."
The old man looked at the woman in confusion, as if he didn't understand why a dream during Nirvana could cause such a big change in Nirvana.
The woman took a deep breath and recounted the dream. The words are beautiful, but they are extremely long...
"In that dream, I saw my late mother and father."
"In that dream... everything seemed to be trapped in fate! No one could escape, it was like a cage that could never be unlocked."
"Originally, I was supposed to be born ten thousand years ago..."
"But an accident caused me to encounter a life-and-death crisis when I was still a fetus."
"I saw another person besides my parents in my dream. That person was dressed in white. He was compassionate, yet so lonely."
"He is a good friend of my parents, but I have never been able to see his face clearly..."
"In that incident, the man in white sent my mother and me back to the Phoenix Nest, and sealed my mother and me with his immense power of cultivation."
As the woman said this, she felt a sense of unreasonable fear and despair.
That seems to be playing with the fate of all people in the world!
She raised her head and looked at the old man, and said tremblingly: "That man in white is clearly not from the Phoenix Clan!"
"But in my dream, he seems to be extremely familiar with Phoenix Nest!"
"And no one has ever stepped into Fengchao. He seems to be the only outsider who can be accepted by Fengchao..."
"He is familiar with Phoenix Nest and knows everything in Phoenix Nest!"
"He knew the usefulness of the phoenix feather, and used that phoenix feather to turn into the power of the phoenix clan to protect me when I was still a fetus..."
The old man frowned and looked at the woman as if he couldn't understand.
"How is it possible that a person who is not from the Phoenix Clan can enter the Phoenix Nest?"
The woman's eyes were reddish. She looked at the old man blankly and uttered two words:
"possible!"
The old man was stunned, looking at the woman as if he had thought of something, and his expression instantly became extremely dazed.
The woman nodded gently to the old man, seeming to confirm the old man's suspicion.
"He can enter the Phoenix Nest!"
"And...you don't need my help to enter the Phoenix Nest!"
The woman turned her head to look at the vast sky. The bamboo forest behind the hut swayed in the wind, helping the woman fall into memories.
"Back then, when he accompanied me back to the demon world, he was able to take me into the Phoenix Nest..."
"Besides the Phoenix Clan, he is the only one in the world who is familiar with the Phoenix Nest and knows how to use Feng Ling..."
The old man looked at the woman blankly and opened his mouth, "Why does he know the use of Feng Ling?"
The figure in white clothes from back then appeared in front of the woman's eyes, and she recalled the scene when the white clothes turned into gods and faced the calamity of the gods, and let themselves leave.
"Because...he used my phoenix feather to achieve nirvana with me!"
The woman never mentioned this matter to the old man.
She didn't want the old man to know that it was her Fei Ling who saved the man in Bai Yi, and she didn't want the old man to feel guilty.
"It was this weird dream that confused my Nirvana heart and caused problems during my Nirvana!"
An unbelievable idea appeared in front of my eyes. It seemed that everything was so absurd and unsolvable.
The old man murmured: "You mean, he is your parents' good friend?"
"No!" The woman shook her head slowly, looked at the old man with red eyes, and said in a low voice, "I mean... my parents' best friend... is him!"
"Is it possible that he is not dead?"
There was a hint of hope in the woman's red eyes, hoping that the old man could give her a hope, even if it was just a thought...
"His father and mother also said that his body disappeared."
"Maybe he didn't die, but for some reason, he went to my father and mother's time..."
"Maybe one day, he can come back?"
"After all, he is the only one who can enter the Phoenix Nest!"
"He's the only one..."
The old man looked at the woman, feeling unbearable, but he didn't know how to respond. There was no logic in the woman's words, she was just relying on a dream.
The morning wind faced last night's late dew, blowing it away into little clouds and rising mist.
The old man's white beard was swaying in the wind. He looked at the woman's increasingly red eyes and watched her slowly lower her head.
The old friend's tea cup in her hand was gently touched by her.
The warm touch from the fingertips, the tea in the cup reflected those red eyes, round and broken...
"Love is like poison..."
"You...miss him so much..."
