windy cold

You left quietly yesterday while I was asleep, did you need time to think about it?I'll wait for you, the temple fair in Qingyuan Town will be held in a few days, we can visit the temple fair then go down the mountain.

It's been two days, how are you thinking?I'm waiting for your reply outside the gate of the temple... The weather is very cold now, you should remember to wear more clothes, and be careful not to catch a cold.

Jichen, why don't you reply a word?Is something wrong?I am very anxious and worried. Can Ruo Anhao write back a letter?

The fake Taoist Wu Daoren outside the temple gate is out again. He talks a lot, keeps me talking non-stop, and even says that he will give me a fortune-telling for free, but in the end he made a fortune-telling for me, which is really annoying...

The sun rises and the sun sets, today is the fourth day I have been waiting for you in front of the gate of Chaohua Temple. I met Daoist Qin and Mr. Feng who I knew in Jizhou yesterday. They told me that you are in the temple, but why don’t you come out? see me?Thinking of this, I ran away...

... Ji Chen, are you unwilling to leave with me?Even so, please tell me in person, I don't accept this kind of rejection...

Jichen, this is the last letter I wrote to you. The day after tomorrow is the succession ceremony. I understand your choice. I will leave after the ceremony. Please allow me to take one last look at you before I leave, because I may be there again. Can't see each other...

Zhuqing read every word and every word, and there was a violent wind and rain in her heart, and the huge waves beat over again and again, and her heart twitched and ached again and again.

For six full days, six letters were written by myself and sent out by someone, and now they are back in my hands again. The letter paper has been rid of the mottled tears, and it is also filled with Jichen's handwriting. From the first letter to the last letter, the handwriting is from It is so elegant that it is scribbled, and a repeated sentence occupies every blank corner of the letter.

Zhuqing rubbed the familiar handwriting on the paper over and over again, as if touching a beloved collection, loving it but being careful not to damage it.

Then he started to chuckle, and then laughed louder, and then threw all the letters into the air together, and then laughed.

Letter paper was flying all over the sky, Lu Wanfeng raised his hand, caught one in doubt, unfolded it and read it, hesitantly stopped.

The world is in peace with the law of both ends, and the Tathagata will live up to the emperor.

"Hahaha..." Zhuqing was still laughing, but there was sadness in the laughter, and at the end of the laugh, she gasped as if she was choking, she lowered her head and covered her mouth and coughed, "...that's what you came up with The best of both worlds, ha...cough cough...coward, coward! You are simply escaping!"

Zhuqing laughed until she became crying, picked up the nearest piece of letter paper and tore it frantically until it shattered into droplets and flew into the air again. Under the force of anger, the wound on her arm was torn open again, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"You would rather die than make a choice, leave us alone and leave, have you ever thought about us? I should have known... I should have known when I found out that you left with the jade pendant you gave me... "

No one answered him, so he murmured to himself. After a while, he restrained his expression, and when he spoke again, his voice was silent: "The seventh life is over, will he still have a chance to reincarnate?"

Zhan Ming had never read the contents of the letter, so he was shocked and stunned at this time. When he heard his question, he shook his head regretfully, and sighed: "He is not a mortal body. The Buddha gave him seven lives, so there will be no second life." Eighth world, if you hadn't cast the curse of imprisoning the soul, he would have disillusioned his soul after seven days of dying."

"Hunfei disillusionment? No..." Now that the murderous aura was gone, Zhuqing's momentum softened, and she staggered towards the wooden house step by step.

Lu Wanfeng rubbed shoulders with him, thinking of the sadness on his neck, he still couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive, stepped aside, and watched him walk to the edge of Jichen's bed, knelt down on one knee, raised his hand and wiped it for Jichen with his sleeve. Blood on the face.

"You are so confused, just leave me like this, you don't want to leave anything behind, you don't even want to leave me with a little thought, you were not like this in the past..."

He bowed his head to Jichen's chest, rubbed his eyes wide open, as if he could see the hesitation and pain of Jichen's choice when he was alive as long as he closed his eyes.Suddenly, he felt a hard object hitting his cheek with slight pain, he was dazed, he hesitated and stretched his hand into Jichen's pocket, and sure enough he touched the familiar jade pendant.

"It turns out that it's still there..." The exquisite jade pendant with body temperature seemed to be alive and shone with a clear stream of light. Zhuqing held the jade pendant in both hands, placed it on her forehead devoutly, and lowered her head and said, "You In this life, I have hindered my practice and told me to watch you disappear, I can't do it, if I don't meet you again in the future, I don't know what is the point of living."

After finishing speaking, he gently stroked Jichen's lips with his fingertips, lingering, while holding the other hand on his belly, with a urging force, he took out a green demon pill from his mouth, did not stop much, and directly Opened Jichen's mouth.

"You!" Lu Wanfeng only had time to shout, and saw him stuff the demon pill into Ji Chen's mouth without hesitation.

When the demon pill entered the body, Ji Chen suddenly took a big breath, his body convulsed, and slowly rose to normal blood color, the light of the demon pill passed through the body and slid into the abdominal cavity from the throat, and finally stopped at the dantian, flickering and flickering until it became dim.

Zhuqing looked affectionately at the animated Jichen, her palms lingering on his cheeks, then she covered his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to be separated from you forever like Jiyuan and Suxi. See, this may not be a good way, but it is already the best way, just let me be selfish for a while, live well, and forget about me."

Exhausting the last trace of demon power, Zhu Qing, who had lost the support of the demon core, was extremely pale, and could only barely lie on the edge of the bed, dying, and reluctantly turned around and said: "Please send him away after the incident, he will forget me and this place Everything, and then go to a brand new place to start again... maybe a hundred years later, we can see each other again."

Zhan Ming has already stepped forward, but failed to stop Zhu Qing from feeding the demon pills. His face was ruthless and desireless all the year round. At the end, he could only sigh. Just cancel it, and the poor monk will send the young student to a place where no one knows, forget the past and start a new life."

After getting the answer, Zhuqing relaxed the last string, and then his body changed color quickly. Bamboo leaves grew from his palms, and then spread to his whole body. He held Jichen's hand tightly, and his figure gradually shrunk. The clothes lost their support and fell to the ground, and the green bamboos that turned back to their original form took root deep in the ground of the wooden house, growing higher and higher until they broke through the roof and pointed straight to the sky.

Only the bamboo leaf was still sticking out, gently covering the back of Jichen's hand.

The entire wooden house was silent for a long time, Lu Wanfeng backed away without a word, and clasped fingers with Qin Chuhan.

The one who broke the silence was Chun Zhi, who had slowly woken up from a coma. He received a slap in the air, barely got up, his feet were still unsteady, and he moved to the wooden house with difficulty, and asked, "Master, why did the bamboo demon disappear?" , have you subdued it?"

Zhan Ming shook his head lightly, without answering, he just said: "The matter is over, let's take Ji Chen down the mountain."

Chunzhi had already noticed that there was a faint blue light all over Jichen on the bed, and he was puzzled, so he didn't ask, and agreed: "Yes."

He really wanted to carry Jichen on his back, Qin Chuhan took a step to stop him: "You have injuries on your body, it's better for Qin to come."

Chunzhi knew his physical condition, so he didn't make any excuses.

The maze has disappeared, the bamboo forest has seen the sun again, and the sun has risen slowly. Everyone descended the mountain in the morning sun. Countless bamboo spirits seem to be warming each other and weeping together.

When everything is born, it has its own inner alchemy, especially for cultivators. If you take it out forcibly, you will lose your inner energy and become as weak as a baby. If you want to condense a new inner alchemy by yourself Dan is so hard to reach the sky, Zhuqing's move is almost tantamount to suicide.

How could Zhuqing not know?

However, the matter has come to this point, since he chose to re-root in the place where the two met and knew each other, why is it not because of the obsession in his heart, now that Ji Chen has the demon pill, and his life span has also been extended, I hope that the two will have the opportunity to meet again after many years Bar.

Lu Wanfeng silently blessed in his heart.

Seeing that they were about to reach the back gate of Chaohua Temple halfway up the mountain, several people stopped walking. Chunzhi was about to go in to call out the disciples in the temple, when he saw a younger brother wandering back and forth in front of the gate, and when he saw the man came back, he rushed forward and said: "My lord, Something bad happened, some thieves sneaked into the temple and took away the Hunyuan Golden Bell!"

When Lu Wanfeng heard this, his eyebrows twitched.

Zhan Ming comforted him: "Don't panic, first tell the whole story clearly."

The little monk swallowed dryly, managed to calm down, and stated: "The body of the elder brother was stolen last night, and the brothers were looking for him everywhere. Only in the middle of the night did they find out that the younger brother who was in charge of guarding the Sutra Pavilion was killed by someone at the door. A while ago, the door of the Sutra Pavilion was wide open, we quickly went in to check, but found that everything in the pavilion was normal, except that the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams box locked with the Hunyuan Golden Bell was opened, and it was empty inside."

Zhan Ming asked, "The Wuxing Bagua box was damaged and opened forcibly?"

The monk denied it: "The box is not damaged, it seems to have been unlocked and opened by someone."

Qin Chuhan said in a deep voice: "It is rumored that the five elements and eight trigrams box was made by the master craftsman Lian Jing. It was designed from the five elements and eight trigrams. Its craftsmanship is extremely complicated, and it is said that no one can solve it. Only Lian Jing himself and the only key can open it."

Zhan Ming paused for a second, checked himself, and then said: "Back then, the poor monk asked Master Lian Jing for a lock. Master Lian Jing spent three months making a five-element and gossip box for our temple, and delivered the key to the poor monk. Monk, the poor monk solemnly accepted it, and has been wearing the key all year round since then, and it is still there today."

Lu Wanfeng wondered: "It is rumored that Lian Jing died of a serious illness three years ago. If it wasn't for him and the key is here, who would be able to open this Five Elements and Eight Diagrams box? Could it be that a talented craftsman appeared before we knew it?"

"I've never heard of it," Zhan Ming called out with the pain still in his eyes, "the poor monk will go to the Sutra Pavilion now, Chun Zhi, Ji Chen will be arranged by you, find a trustworthy groom to send him away safely, don't tell us Where are you going?"

"Yes."

Chunzhi got the order, and together with the little monks waiting in front of the door, he left Chaohua Temple with the help of Jichen, while the rest of the people rushed to the Sutra Pavilion together.

The author has something to say: I made a small modification in the description, and there will be an update tomorrow.