Xie Huansheng

Masked and shirtless, at first glance he looks a bit like a bandit intercepting a dart.

Tan Chuduan knew who led the team with his eyes closed, and said indifferently: "You are really haunted!"

Sen Li had a playful smile on his face: "Oh, why are you pretending to be dignified! I have nothing to do, and I checked the background of you, an old man. Everyone, you are really trusting people. There is a big problem with this Daoist Tan's style!"

Tan Chuduan had a look of contempt on his face: "At this time, you are still idle looking for my stupid things. With you as a general, Danbaile will be finished sooner or later!"

Sen Li proudly said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid," Tan Chuduan said meaninglessly, "You should tell me something!"

Sen Li raised his index finger and said, "Your father's surname is Tan, your mother's surname is Fan; ten years old with bare buttocks, drilling wildly all over the mountain; caught upright, going up the mountain to make alchemy; messing with flowers and grass, I'm a scumbag; old and decrepit , claiming to be calm; with the righteous way, what's the use of it!"

Not to be outdone, Tan Chuduan opened his mouth to follow suit: "Your father is gone, your mother is not here; it is a pest, you don't take it seriously; it lingers, but it comes when you call it; it is hundreds of years old, and you don't have a dog; it is coquettish, and its looks are average." ; Long-sleeved Hu fling, very proud!"

The two sang together like folk songs, which made Lin laugh out loud from the soldiers on both sides.Hearing the laughter, the two of them immediately turned around and shouted: "Serious!"

Sen Li smiled: "Old man, we have a tacit understanding, that night, ah, you really—"

"Shut up!" Tan Chuduan's entire face turned red from his chin along his ears all the way to the top of his head, before he could finish speaking, he flew over with the dust.

"Heh! The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry!" Senli Snake threw his sleeve, and hit the sword with a "snap!".Afterwards, he leveraged his strength to swirl in the air like a stream of rainwater falling from an oil umbrella, stirring up the white shadows like poplar flowers, killing the snow and dust in all directions and killing the silver clouds.

The cold mang rinses the snow to attract the wind, the floating dust bucket turns to build the flying stars, Tan Chuduan moves the floating dust quickly, and the sword moves out like a bird. At that time, the skillful posture is like a cloud, wandering around like a cloud, using the false to conceal the real, to attract and attract, suspicious of near and far, Step by step, recruiting and forcing, killing in circles, it seems to be entangled and more like trapped.

Within the five formulas, there are already high and low.

At the same time, the leaders of both sides also killed each other for a long time, bloody and hissing, which made this night of the north wind and new moon thrilling.

Suddenly he saw Tan Chuduan put the sword into its sheath at a steady pace, the majestic force circulated through his whole body, and he heard a sharp clang, the Laughing Wine Sword flew out like a spirit that had been revived, a bright beam of light was directly approaching the opponent.

Sen Li was caught off guard, he was hit by swords in his waist and abdomen one after another, bleeding profusely.

He was bleeding, but his mind was spinning fast.

This time, either the two will live together, or the two will die together!

How can let him die?

By the way, in the battle two days ago, he saw with his own eyes that Tan Chuduan was seriously injured.It's really desperate to come out after being seriously injured!

He gritted his teeth and snatched his sword from his hands.

Tan Chuduan skimmed through the heavy surroundings to grab the sword.

But he, Sen Li, has already taken a Quanzhen disciple under his arm, and at this moment the Laughing Wine Sword is resting on this young man's neck.He sneered: "Tan Chuduan, do you still want a sword?!"

Tan Chuduan was sullen: "It's such a trick again!"

"It's so easy to use!"

The young man shouted loudly: "Master! Leave me alone!"

Sen Li ignored him at all: "If you want to save your disciple's life, give yourself a slap!" Then he added "Left heart vein!"

"master--"

"How do I know you won't break the contract?"

"Do you dare to question it?"

"Okay! That's what you said!" Tan Chuduan backhanded his palm, and patted his left chest lightly with the force of dusting off.

Sen Li said angrily, "You!"

Tan Chuduan sneered: "You didn't say how much force you used!"

Sen Li was extremely annoyed, he screamed, swung his disciples away with his palm, swung the stolen sword and rushed forward, with great vigor to perish together.

Tan Chuduan was swaying the dust, while changing his fists and palms, chattering in his mouth: "Sword, sword, I have wronged you!" The angry Li Li's seven orifices were smoking, his eyes were red hot, and the attack in his hands was even more rapid.

Seeing this, the deputy general of the magic army came to assist with his meteor hammer.

Tan Chuduan let go of the sword, and lost half of his advantage, now he was caught in a pincer attack by two people, he was overwhelmed, after several moves, he also saw Scarlet.

Seeing that there was a chance to turn the situation around, Sen Li suddenly looked serious, and coldly urged to kill, aroused the supreme magic power to fill his chest, and raised his strength with a sword, which was actually an explosive force!

The moment Tan Chuduan was hit, a sluggish iron chain roared past behind him, two heavy blows, inhuman pain, triggering the relapse of old injuries, his body was wrong, blood spattered on the spot immediately.

Satisfied in his heart, Sen Li waved a pair of water sleeves more softly and elegantly, curling them up around his waist, and took him into his arms.He stared at the fainting Tan Chuduan, and thought happily: Let's see how I will deal with you later!So he said, "You don't have to fight any more! Retire!"

☆, 36

The flames swayed in harmony, like a handful of remnant red spit out from the dying, rippling and turning into a faintly bitter concoction, a kind of poignant beauty drooping, lowly illuminating the cave.

Tan Chuduan woke up, he opened his eyes.

I was woken up by heat.

Wine was poured on the wound, it was hot and pungent.

His body was burning, and he was dizzy from the heat.

And the lower body... ah, he looked down, Sen Li was riding him, his enlarged silhouette was stretched on the stone wall, rising and falling lightly, like a ghost showing some kind of complacency.

Sen Li had a smile on his face, a shallow smile, hidden in the firelight, and kept smiling to the bottom of his heart.

He looked coldly: "You had a great time."

"Here..." Sen Li pointed at his crotch with his thin fingers, and said with a smile, "Don't you also have fun?"

He turned his head and put half of his face on the ground, determined not to pay attention.

Sen Li's icy and thin fingers twirled around his crotch, and immediately touched his face, drawing his outline intently: "This fire, it shines on you so gently, and you lie like this, With your eyes closed, you are like a 20-year-old virgin who has nothing but vitality, you are hesitant, fearful, unwilling, but a little secretly happy."

Tan Chuduan groaned, bowed his lower body, the work sank deeper, Sen Li felt a little sore between his buttocks, he lifted his waist, breathed a sigh of relief, and then slapped Tan Chuduan's smooth, not very plump buttocks superior. "Hey, there's something I want to ask you."

Tan Chuduan opened his eyes slightly: "Say it."

"What is inaction?"

"Do nothing and do everything."

"What is inaction and what is inaction?"

"I will let you plunder me now, and I will do nothing; I will kill you in the future, and I will do everything."

"Haha," Sen Li smiled wildly, "in your eyes, am I a stone of confinement and a disaster against the sky?"

"Yes."

"Humans should be the masters of this world, why can't demons?"

"All things in the world are in various states of nature, and they have never had a master. Learning is increasing, and Taoism is deteriorating day by day, and damage is deteriorating again and again. Doing nothing but doing nothing; the world is not falling, static and not doing it, doing nothing and doing everything; martial punishments are chaotic, heaven From time to time, the land is unfavorable, the people are not in harmony, the way is wrong, and the universe is reversed. It is to clear the source to guide the flow, trace the cause to bring peace, and do nothing without doing nothing.”

Sen Li said contemptuously: "Do you think that this world can really reach the realm of truth?"

"I can't, so—" Tan Chuduan's five fingers lingered, lingeringly drawing the ends of his lips, moving upwards, brushing his sharp nose and warm brows.

Sen Li was a little intoxicated: "Tan Chuduan..."

Suddenly a cold.

The cold temperature came from his palm.

A dagger as cold as electricity quietly slipped out of Tan Chuduan's cuff!

Point between his eyebrows.

The tip of the knife swivels down, carving out warm blood.

He was thrown all over, lightly like a bag of thatch thrown into the field, and Tan Chuduan pressed him to the ground.

The knife penetrated deeper.

The red color is like a spring flower in the dense soil or a kiss blooming under the blade, the crimson red that slides slowly and without help is a blurred blood color.

Sen Li smiled bitterly and said, "Ha! You really have the heart! I took you twice, but I spared your life. Don't you have any plans for such kindness?"

"What's the plan?"

"Lead me to goodness!"

Hesitation flashed across Tan Chuduan's eyes, the point of the knife rested between his brows, bright and warm.

At the same time, in Sen Li's soft and indifferent eyes, there was a cold look like an ice pick that fell from the eaves in early spring. He let out a low growl, and after a low growl, he grabbed Tan Chuduan's wrist.

The tip of the knife was pointed at Tan Chuduan's throat, threatening his life.

As soon as he sent it violently, a faint bloody paste emerged from the tip of the knife.

Tan Chuduan smiled quietly, holding the dagger firmly in his hand.A little injury brought him sobriety.

An indelible murderous aura circulated between the two of them.

Equal favor from death.

A ruthless but sentimental game.

Tan Chuduan gritted his teeth, he exerted force, a kind of infinite power to seek life and summon death.This force shattered Sen Li's right palm.

Sen Li's right palm turned into a bag of crushed sand wrapped in leather.

He howled.

Then there was a merciless stab, piercing his throat, calling out a rainbow of hot, unwilling blood, soaking the murderous face, and feeding the lingering flames.

Tan Chuduan left behind a cold smile: "Demons, you really can't trust them!"

☆, 37

On the way to "feed the knife", Xie Huansheng was thinking about the first meeting with Que Fengbo.

That day, the storm handed him a peach.No, it's half.

What does half a peach mean? ——The friendship of peaches.

The plan was conceived at the latest at that time.

But what was going through his mind when Feng Feng gave him half a peach?Does he regard him as "big brother", or a shining sharp gun?

——Everything is not important anymore, he has already embarked on this road, there is no reason to turn back, and there is no room for regret.The wind of the winter night filled his robes, and the biting cold calmed his deep thoughts.

At this time, even the spirits of pride and ambition are superfluous.

Hearing the sound of "divination", a plum branch came head-on, with an unbloomed red wreath spouting faintly from the branch.

It’s the beginning of December, Aochen’s plum blossoms still can’t think of spring, but there is such a touch of red that quietly reveals its beauty, ah, it will bloom and wither alone, letting the clear snow under the tree shine Reflecting a brief fragrance.

Looking at this plum blossom, he suddenly remembered his own death.

——Should my death also end quietly?

Suddenly a deep cave shadow swallowed the road, and it was the entrance of Nine Stars Burning City.

The entrance of the Devil's Cave is still desolate and rugged, even though, in the distance are the mountains covered in silver and the clear light, and in the sky is a beautiful and sad crescent moon. The silence of the mountains and the softness of the moon cannot make it change at all. Be gentle.

Hungry races don't need any expressions, all they have is a begging tongue.

He summoned Dambele with one palm.

This demon with a majestic dream is dragging a long knife, the same wind and frost cover, the same yin, and the same cold flame.

He called his name: "Xie Huansheng, what is your purpose here?"

When Xie Huansheng saw him, he was calmer than ever before.

It was the first time he entered this devil's lair with the mentality of playing a game, this time he was ready to play it off.

He raised his head: "Didn't you want the holy bone? I won't bring it to you! By the way, I'll meet you, a wicked and lucky person!"

The greedy light of a hungry snake staring at an egg danced in Dambell's fiery eyeballs.

Xie Huansheng smiled slightly, Xinxin said: "I am the holy bone!"

Dambell said "Oh?"His "Oh?" was so long that it was enough to catapult hundreds of times between the sky and the earth.

Xie Huansheng approached a few steps with his hands behind his back: "When Yu Gujin was killed in battle, he dismounted his phalanx and smashed it into a spirit bead conferred by King Kui, and the Yinglong that was conceived by this spirit bead it is me."

Unclear comers, ambiguous truth, specious purpose, in exchange for a stalemate that speaks louder than silent.

The north wind blows in Liangyuan, and the fallen trees are rustling.

Dambell said in a deep voice, "Evidence."

Xie Huansheng said lightly, "Your magic knife...doesn't respond?"

At this time, the "three-eyed" Yaoya rushed out of the cave.

Among the four generals who burned the city, Yanbao was buried in the hands of Fahai, and Miaoque was killed in the battle of Shichapo—they didn't know that Senli also died suddenly after a feast of fortune and events.Danbeile killed one thousand enemies and self-injured eight hundred for a bone-destroying knife.

Yao Ya respectfully reported: "The devil, the sword is ringing."

——The wind stopped, the moon faded, and the three characters of knife, Ming, and Li were thrown in the empty world.

The fire in Danbelle's eyes was even brighter.

Xie Huansheng could read a kind of radical sentiment from under his swaying face, as if a curled up cat cast a huge and terrifying silhouette under the lamp. ——"Aren't you afraid of death?!"

"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and the more I die, the more waves I will have!"

Danbeile suddenly admired him a little, and turned around and ordered: "Bring out Monkey King and Bone Buddha Xian!"

When Xie Huansheng heard Wukong's name, his pupils suddenly shrank into fine holes, and his hands unconsciously rubbed his sleeves.

Goku is alive!

He is alive, can he live hard?

Is this waiting too late?

He was almost shaken.

Wukong and Bone Buddha Xian were brought out together.

Ok!

When he saw him, all the piles of snow in his heart melted.

Wukong is just missing an arm.His strength of character, his spirit, and his pride have not been broken.

His eyes, those round monkey eyes, are still alert, sharp, and bright, with insight into every detail.

He saw through Xie Huansheng's determination with his eyes.This kind of determination made him enter the invisible prison from the tangible cage.

"Ah Sheng - go back quickly!"

Xie Huansheng smiled at him, rolled his eyes, and looked at Dan Belle: "This deal, are you going to do it or not?"

"Of course we have to do it." Danbeile gathered Yuan in his palm and pushed Wukong out with one blow, "Come on!"

What a magic knife, with slush on the end, greedy and radiant, coveting the rare bone in a thousand years.

Wukong flew forward, trying to block his reckless way, he slapped Wukong away with his backhand, and turned away without regret: "Wukong, you and I will leave now!"

The sword glow opened and then thanked, and one Xie Huansheng was lost in the world.Just like the early sprouting red tassel on the branch facing the road, when it blooms, it is frozen for thousands of miles and buried in snow, and when it falls, it may already be in full bloom.

Wukong lost his mind and galloped up like a wild horse, but blurted out, "Wow, evil lady!"

Danbelle snorted amusedly, waved his hand and threw the Bone Buddha back into the hole, and with his other hand, he slammed the flame knife at Wukong!

"You idiot, do you think I will really let you go back!"

☆, 30

ah!Wukong was furious and drank. At this time, his rage was enough to burn ten suns in the sky, dry up ten pieces of the East China Sea, cook ten pigs, burn ten hells, and make Ksitigarbha return to Mount Jiuhua.

He plucked a bunch of hairs, blew his breath, and turned into ten identical Monkey Kings.

"You bastard Baylor! Play with your bastard!"

Ten Sun Wukong shot at Danbaile.

But none of the ten Monkey Kings had a golden cudgel in their hands.

Where are my iron rods and the Dinghaishen needle for killing demons and demons?right!It was taken away by the devil and melted into the pool of blood.The guy I've been fooling around for thousands of years is ruined by this fire egg essence!And my arm, my arm with infinite power and unparalleled power in the world, was also dug up by him!And my Xie Huansheng, my little fat man, are gone!

Dry!

Danbelle cut off the ten monkeys with one knife, and he advanced again, cutting Wukong's flesh with one knife.Every time a knife is cut, he asks:

"Without hands, can you hold a stick?"

"Without a Buddha, can you believe in it?"

"In this world, where does the Tao come from?"

"Is there justice in this world?"

——"Without hands, I'm just a stick."

"You can kill the Buddha in the sky, but you can't kill the Buddha in your heart."

"This world is Taoism."

"In this world, justice will last forever!"

Dambell laughed.He laughed and continued to linger on Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was covered in blood, the flesh turned out by the blade, he spun and rushed towards Danbeile like a blood spinning top without hesitation, his right hand was gone, so he used his left hand to hammer with his fist and slap him; Hit it with the head, the head is broken, the bone is torn apart, and it becomes a muddy construction site.

Danbeile was both angry and happy, and with a flick of the long knife, he slashed at Monkey King's neck. "If you don't want to die, I will take your life!"

"Can you accept his life?!" A voice came from outside the sky.

The knife "Zheng" was bounced out by this sound wave.

A golden cloud flower bloomed in the sky.

The golden clouds folded and merged into two streams, and from the center flew the fiery Chipeng bird, but the wind and waves stood lightly on the bird's back, with a wild god bow on its back, holding a Yuan sword but not a sword, and its feathers were ethereal like a rainbow. add body.

He raised his palm and ordered: "Chipeng bird - go!"

Chipeng bird whistled and took Wukong away.

Danbeile flicked his knife, without changing his arrogance: "After a long time, I saw Yizi again. Why did you come here? I can't kill him, can you kill me?!"

"I didn't come to kill you, nor did I come to save lives."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Teach you to kneel!" Speaking of kneeling, the wind waved his sleeves and threw a thousand golden lights. He commanded the "Desolate God Bow—raise!" Flying in the air, it was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the reels spun around, dragging flowers; he pointed at the blue hilt of the water with two fingers together, and said "not a sword!" , the bow string is pulled like a full moon; the floating clouds step, the angry arrow shoots out, the holy light clears the way to cut blood, the halberd splits the sky and the earth loses its color, causing unprovoked waves!

He leaned over and rushed, and with a sweep, he was behind Dambele.

The arrow pierced the lute bone and returned to his hand.

Danbeile fell to the ground, his left knee was firmly burned into the soil, and he dropped several strings of blood beads.

It was the first time he was beaten into the dust like this, and he was completely defeated. He was unwilling, unwilling, and resentful, so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, he roared, grabbed the magic knife, and cut it to the back.

But the storm has already flown away.His voice poured down from the clouds:

"Haha, just be flat."

☆, 39

In the knife is the world of blood, nothing but red.

Intense, colorful and hopeless space.

There are 99 Buddhas walking slowly, every step is enough to make all living beings tremble.Originally a clean body, but entered the underworld, chanting Amitabha in the mouth, Bodhi is as dusty as dust, and the waves of the world are surging, mysterious cause and effect.The holy ancestor who has transformed tens of thousands of people, but the one who cannot escape the most is himself.Where are the good deeds and virtues they cultivated?

Suddenly, Xie Huansheng knelt down and sobbed softly.why is he cryingIs it because it's too cold and smells like blood?Or has he already regretted it, you don't know how to regret it?

The world made of Buddha bones and everyone is a piece of wood, and there is no ethics at all.

So, will the world constructed by the devil's blood be a paradise?

The Buddha nourishes the demon barrier, which is more vicious than the slaughter in the mortal world.

He suddenly became frightened and hugged himself tightly, not letting any "Buddha" approach him.

Suddenly, there was a light on the place where he was kneeling, as if he saw something, he crawled slowly, curled up like a humble ant.

The Buddhas shouted at him: Don't go!Beware it eats you!

Their eyes are red, like fat rabbits who have just swallowed a hamster.

"Go away!" he shouted, "I don't want to become a Buddha!"

The Buddhas giggled: "If you don't become a Buddha, you will become a demon. A Buddha and a demon will transform into the world with one thought. I am a demon, and he is a Buddha. How can I come to him without me, and how can I come to me without him!"

How can he be without me, and how can I be without him.

How can he be without me, and how can I be without him.

How can he come without me, how can he come without him...me? !

He moved to the center of the light, sat cross-legged, and murmured:

Namo, Horadana, Duolayeye, Namo, Alaye, Polujiedi, Shuobalaye, Bodhisattva Poye, Mahasattva Poye, Mahasattva, Galuniga Yea, Om, Sa Bo La Fei Yi, Shu Tan Na Ta writing, Nan Wu, Xi Ji Li Tuan, Yi Meng Ah Ye, Po Lu Ji Di, Shi Fu La Leng Tuo Po.....

Wait, how can he recite scriptures?

By the way, he listened to Guanyin chanting for a hundred years, and then listened to Wukong chanting when he went down to earth, and he had entered his heart in the dark.

Nanwu, Nala Jinchi, Yanli Maha, Po Duo Sha Baa, Saba Ata, Dou Shupeng, A Shi Yun, Saba Sado, Namo Po Sado, Namo Poga, and Mo Fei Te bean.Nephew him.Om, Grandma Luxi.Emperor Lu Jia.Carodi.Yi 醯 唎.Mahabodhi Sattva, sava sava.Mo La Mo La, Mo Yan Mo Yan, La Tuo Yun.Julujulu, Jiemeng.Dulu Dulu, fine Jayadi.Maha punished Jayadi.Tuola Tuola.Dili Ni.Shi Fu La Ye.

Gradually, he heard another voice also chanting sutras.

Then there were three voices, four voices... countless voices merged into one.

All the Buddhas sat in a circle around him and chanted in unison.

The light became huge, bright and prosperous amidst the chanting of the Buddhas.

It swallowed Xie Huansheng.

The world in light is the color of snow, without contours and directions, it is a chaos.

So unreal.

Here there is no cold, no warmth, no righteousness, no evil, no joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, anger, ignorance

. . . maybe heaven.

Behind the chaos, two voices whispered to each other.

One said: Jade Emperor, you have helped me this time, and taught me how to repay it later?

The Jade Emperor said: No, I am not helping you, but the common people in the world.

That voice laughed and said: Turning black and white and framing the innocent, aren't you afraid that your common people will atone for your sins in the future?

The Jade Emperor said: How can black and white be divided into latitude and longitude?It's just one day and night; how can there be two ways of good and evil, just turning salt into water; how long and short life and death can be measured, but a stroke of cinnabar; Discussions about high and low are nothing but absurdity; the struggle between heaven and earth is nothing but confusion;

That voice laughed loudly: Only Kui's dragon body can fill up the sea of ​​blood I created. Now that he is dead, Yu Gujin has also been deceived by you—good guy, he actually had the heart to kill Kui.And you are still the high emperor, the world is black, white, righteous, evil, life and death, and the common people are in various forms, but if you turn your hands around and turn your hands into rain, what is it!Rage!

The Jade Emperor said: Do you think I have deceived everyone?

The voice asked back: Isn't it?

The Jade Emperor laughed: Do you know how I deceived them?

The voice said: Oh?

The Jade Emperor sighed: First of all, you have to deceive yourself.

That voice sneered: Haha, the majestic Jade Emperor is actually deceiving himself and others!

The Jade Emperor sneered: In this world, there has never been anything credible, only credible people!

After hearing this, Xie Huansheng turned pale in shock, backed away hastily, almost fell over, made a wrong step, and bumped into someone.

That person is like a leaf scraped by the chaotic rain, a wisp of a wronged soul, crazy, chaotic, floating, unable to grasp, unable to stare at, and instantly let go...

It is a metaphor for the past and the present!

He heard and knew everything.

It's worse than being lied to.

He was in chaos, like a child who butchered people with his bare hands, he was only thinking about running away, running to the east, to the west, flying to the sky, throwing himself into the ground, with nowhere to go.He uttered a sharp cry, the cry was more tragic and frightening than the cry in hell, the shock made the sky pale, the wind and the moon shared sorrow, the shock made his golden crown shatter and his golden armor escaped.

Xie Huansheng wondered if something in his body was broken, his long black and thin hair flew so high, and it turned white inch by inch, as if drifting rootlessly in the wind, beating him angrily. With the peaceful air of heaven.

Suddenly, the tall God of War knelt down on the ground, curled up into a ball, and let out a weak cry.

☆, 40

It's still winter.

This winter was very long and very cold. The mountains were frozen into big packs, the branches became harpoons, and Xiaoqing slept like a stick. Except for the cold, there was nothing left in the world.

His right arm was bent stiffly, as if it hadn't thawed out, and he was also sleepy.He slapped his arms twice, and suddenly remembered his indestructible body—bad!It's true that Tao is one foot tall and devil is one foot high, that bastard Sen Li can actually pick off my arm like picking melons!

He used this arm to receive the peaches that were handed over by the wind, and at this time there was still heavy snow flying outside the window.Life in the palace is always beyond reality, the scenery in March, the food and drink in the four seasons.

eat peaches.

Peaches are his favorite fruit. In the final analysis, he is still a monkey, and the ups and downs of his life are inseparable from peaches.But what the storm sent was a juicy peach, which was different from Aunt Wangmu's flat peach. It was rounder and plump in appearance, and sweeter and more lovely in taste.

He was eating peaches, but what he was thinking about was Xie Huansheng's face.Xie Huansheng looks like a boy and a girl, with round almond eyes, soft lips, curved eyebrows, and smooth red cheeks, with a small, slightly pointed chin falling out.Once this face is angry, it is like a spring flower roaring at the travelers passing by for an outing. Not only can it not scare people, but it is also a little funny.

He took a bite of the fruit. It was so sweet. The sweet juice slid from the tip of his tongue to the bottom of his heart. No matter how sweet it is, it is not the fresh fruit picked from the hot summer tree. It has no roots and no age, so it loses the joy of growing up.

Without Xie Huansheng, he would not be happy at all!

Wukong gnawed down the last piece of flesh, thinking: Ah Sheng, you dumb and stupid fat man!What's in that knife?It must be cold and lonely. There are no buns, fried rice, skewers, or melon seeds, and no one listens to your nagging. You must be thinking about going outside, right?Don't worry!Your sixth brother is very skilled in medicine, and he took back my arm. Although I can't use it right now, it will be able to shake mountains and seas in a short time. At that time, I will definitely rescue you, grandson!

Two days later, a piece of letterhead made of willow leaves was delivered to him.

He went to the purple bamboo forest.

Wukong respects Bodhisattva very much, not only respecting, but also relying on him.Master Avalokitesvara speaks softly, but his heart is sincere and fiery, unlike the Buddha Tathagata, who has a reunion figure but has iron wrists.

——Wukong he bears grudges.

After entering the forest, he shouted loudly, "Bodhisattva! My grandson is here to see you!"

"Is it Fighting Saint Buddha?"

"Call me Wukong! Call me Wukong!" Wukong chattered and ran to the lotus seat.

The Bodhisattva's snow-white turban hangs to his heels like running water, floating slowly in the breeze in the purple bamboo forest. He smiles at Wukong, his smile is like a star shining on the mountain, a sip of sweet tea brought to his mouth on a winter night, everything is ready. It reflects the generosity of men and the warmth of women.

"I came to you this time to give you four magic weapons." Guanyin said, taking a wicker stick to the rosette, and four things really appeared on the ground: a golden iron rod, a red and fiery battle robe, and a precious aura. A dazzling purple and gold crown and a jade white medicine bottle.

Wukong picked up the bottle, pointed to his mouth and asked, "Bodhisattva, is this for me? Can I eat it now?"

Bodhisattva nodded.

He pulled up the cap of the bottle and poured it into his mouth. It turned out to be a pill, which turned into a puff of air when it hit his tongue, and blew it into his throat.He took the pill, and his right arm suddenly gained strength. He picked up the iron rod with his right arm, and Huo Langlang danced around, praising again and again: "Miao Miao Miao!" Looking back and seeing the clothes on the ground, he felt strange again: "This Isn’t it my outfit on Huaguoshan? What? You want me to wear it again?”

The Bodhisattva looked him up and down, and said, "You still have that monkey in your heart, then change back to that monkey!"

Wukong scratched his scalp, thinking: As long as I don't wear the red bottoms and leather skirt, and let the evil fat man tear me down, I can wear anything!

"Yes, I see, what else does the Bodhisattva order?"

"Go back quickly." The Bodhisattva closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and began to meditate again.

Wukong drove somersaulting clouds back to the capital of Nine Suns Dynasty, his nimble footsteps made stubbles on the snow, and slipped all the way from Fengyi Gate to Liushuitang, the four heads in Liushuitang turned to look at him, while There are five steaming cups of hot tea.

But Feng Bo, Yu Lanjun, Xie Shangzi... and Tan Chuduan also came.

He stood just outside the door, dusty and dusty, with white dew on his temples, a golden cudgel in his hands, and a big burden on his shoulders, like a farmer fleeing to the city, his face was so red, like two balls of fire under his skin burning, and most of the city people are pale and clumsy.

But Feng Bo laughed and said, "Yo, what about moving?"

He slid in, shaking the bundle on the table: "A bundle is majestic!"

But Feng Bo nodded quickly: "It's just right, the Hundred Bone Buddha's offering has been refined."

When he said this, it was as if he was saying "the steamed buns are ready to come out of the pan", calmly, calmly, and even relieved - he also agreed with Wukong's statement, but it was one-sided, "justice exists forever in the world" - —Which king would despise bandits?Isn't justice what survives?

But the reddish fingertips of the storm swiped on the rim of the cup.

"When and where?" Wukong asked.

"Three days later, Tuyangpo."

Tan Chuduan snorted coldly: "An appointment to fight with him? Demons are unbelievable!"

But Feng Bo nodded at the table and said calmly: "He wants to get rid of the four of you first, why not fulfill his wish?"

Yu Lanjun glanced at him: "..."

But Feng Bo smiled: "I know, you don't want to believe me anymore, but I'm thick-skinned, not only ordering you to go, but also entrusting you to do something for me."

"Oh?" Wukong said, "What's the matter?"

"If you survive, hand over the Hundred Bone Buddha Offering and the Zhanxi Divine Seal to me."

"This..." Xie Shangzi sized up the crowd and asked hesitantly, "What do you say?"

"No explanation." But Feng Bo answered simply.

Wukong pondered for a while, and said: "It's really weird, and Zhanxi's divine seal is not in his hands, how can I get it back?"

"You'll know when you go."

Wukong felt even more surprised, he looked at Feng Bo, but Feng Bo still sipped his tea, looking indifferent, as if his mind had been settled, even if the sky fell at this moment, he would drink the cup of tea quietly.

The first two times he received his help, Wukong asked Bodhisattva about this person. Bodhisattva was not willing to quarrel with him, but whenever he talked about the situation and anecdotes in the capital, he would confuse him——Bodhisattva is both Buddhist and Taoist. Hit well.But the two disciples around him leaked the word, saying that the two brothers, Yu Gujin's departure from his hometown, was most likely related to Kui. That year, the two of them had a dispute on the shore of the Yinyang Sea, and they fought for three days and three nights until the sky was dark and the sky was miserable. There is no light in the moon. After the battle, Yu Gujin "moved his mind", but what kind of mind was it?Only he knows it himself; another way of saying is: Yu Gujin paid homage to the Jade Emperor's demeanor, so he left his hometown to worship in the heaven (he doesn't believe it).However, he spends his days idle at home in turmoil all day long, and he is not inferior to his elder brother.He... Wukong thought to himself, he was a bit like the Jade Emperor, he knew better than anyone else in his heart, but he refused to make a move. It's interesting to explain it-in short, it's all idle panic!

There was another snowstorm outside.

Two servant girls ran past under the window, yelling urgently: "Ah! It's snowing! Put down the felt curtain quickly and add some new charcoal!"

The wind and snow blow through the city, and the red lanterns under the eaves are gorgeous and frantic. When the fire is lit, the wind and flames are blowing, and there is a flickering festivity. He suddenly remembered that three days later, wouldn't it be the birthday of Feng Feng?

This year's gift is really big!

Xie Shangzi pushed away the tea bowl, got up and said, "I have something to go out."

Are you looking for Yan Saburo?Tan Chuduan opened his mouth to ask, but he realized that Shangzi had already packed up his leather jacket and left, so he had to pick up the tea bowl and drink tea with his mouth.

Yan Sanlang is in the wind and snow.

Fengxuelanshan is a small thatched hut at the foot of Tuyangpo Mountain. It is made of simple materials and ventilated on all sides. It has neither practicality for living nor interest in stopping, and the name of style is in vain.

Yan Sanlang was leaning against a pillar and was whittling a huqin in his hand.

The wind was loud, and the snow was also loud, but when the snow fell on him, he calmed down, as if he had found support.He plays his violin quietly.

He spent much more time making violins than playing violins. According to his words: These violins are made by my hands. I am not a luthier, but a craftsman.

There are 77 huqins, new or old, on the floor of the hut, representing 77 immortal lives.The wind and snow outside the house changed violently, and the more than a hundred strings on the qin also changed suddenly one after another, and there was a piercing sound of whimpering.

"Your elder brother is dead," Xie Shangzi said.

"Got it." Yan Sanlang didn't lift his head.

"Your brother is dead!"

Swiping the tip of the knife downward, he raised his hand to wipe off the sawdust on the blade, glanced at Xie Shangzi out of the corner of his eye, and said coldly, "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you want?"

"Me?" Yan Sanlang laughed twice, "I want to finish this piano."

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