Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

It's easy for an old-fashioned mind to think about it, I, Shi Chehai, have been insidious and cunning all my life, how could I take the risk of poisoning you with my heart and soul?Back then, I also said that if I didn't poison you to death, wouldn't I have to wait for you to kill me to detoxify me? "

Seeing Che Lian suddenly stunned in place, her eyes widened in disbelief, Che Hai's face showed a complacent look, and two strange sounds came out from her throat: "Come and guess, whose effort can save you This old immortal demon monk?"

……

The sharp pain that reappeared in the meridians and the ghost-like laughter piercing the sea intertwined, turning into a heavy buzzing in the ears.Che Lian took two steps back and barely stabilized her body, her bloodshot eyes were wide open, and she said with difficulty: "You...Ming'er..."

Chehai laughed loudly:

"Yes, back then I released half of Jiayu's blood to refine the poison. He cried and begged me to let him go, so I coaxed him that this was the last trial. If he obediently taught me to take blood to refine the medicine, Then I can allow him to be with you from now on; who would have thought that he really believed me and allowed me to toss my body that has not healed from serious injuries until the end without crying a single sound."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chelian with resentment and said: "Brother, Jiayu has been in my pocket since I was a child. Why do you, an ominous person who is supposed to be a demon king and evil thing, fight with me? It's good now, I am immortal now. , no matter how difficult it is for you to stay with Jiayu, tsk tsk, what a couple of fate..."

Before he finished speaking, Che Hai's head suddenly fell to the ground.

……

When the thick shadow of blood splashed to Chelian's feet, a ray of bright light leaked from the clouds in the west of the hazy Central Plains.

It was clearly a warm spring day, but he was radiated so cold that his whole body was icy cold. He turned around tremblingly holding his shoulders, stepped on the ruins of Pufeng Temple and walked down the mountain.

Since then, the grievances of several years have ended. Che Lian stood at the foot of the mountain and looked back at the old temple on the top of the mountain, where there was no more Zen sound. There seemed to be confusion in his eyes; When Venom got on the horse with his body running, and started to whip and set off on the way he had come, his heart was already in a state of silence.

Since his fate is fixed, he is doomed to die tragically due to this severe poisoning in this life, now he just wants to rush to Ming'er's side as soon as possible, and spend more time with him before he dies, and he doesn't want to wait for a moment.

Although their road to reunion has been a bit rough and bumpy, and the person who should have been reincarnated has changed from Ming'er to himself, but he firmly believes that in more than ten years, they will be a couple of gods and gods again.

Ming'er will never forget him no matter how many lives he reincarnates, and so will he.

……

However, maybe the weather is not good, Chelian encountered heavy rain one after another on the way home, and the poison that penetrated into the bone marrow made him struggle. The pills were completely consumed, and he passed out as soon as he stepped into the mountain gate.

When he woke up from the nightmare, it was not known what morning in the Sanbao Temple. Master Wuwo sat on the bedside and looked at him worriedly, with a look of pity on his face, he must have known about his empty hands. What does return mean.

"Master, I..."

He opened his mouth hoarsely, and the venom in his body also revived, forcing him to swallow those complicated words, and turned them into one sentence: "Where's Ming'er?"

Master Wuwo hesitated for a moment, the eyes under the long snow-white eyebrows suddenly dimmed, he didn't know how to say this to Lian, and he couldn't bear it.

Che Lian's heart froze, she sat up suddenly as if she sensed something, and said in panic: "Did something happen to Ming'er?!"

Master Wuwo hurriedly shook his head, and when the words came to his lips, he sighed again.

He said: "Boy Lian, don't panic, he's fine, he's basking in the sun in this Zen courtyard, and he's in good spirits. It's just..."

Seeing that Che Lian breathed a sigh of relief and showed a gratified expression, he was silent for a moment, and finally said: "It's just that I have just studied the art of unblocking the meridians, and it is the first time for a practitioner to use it in the secret method of capturing phases." On his body, he didn’t know that it was so effective, and those heavy points were assisted by Tongluo Pills to circulate, and it actually sent him to break the eighth layer.”

"...the eighth floor?"

Che Lian was a little dazed when she heard it, and she only said that it was a great thing that Ming'er's martial arts had improved for no reason, and she didn't understand why Master Wuwo would show such a sad and unspeakable look.

Master Wuwo raised his eyes and looked at the figure of a young man lying comfortably and lazily on the tree outside the window, stood up, tapped the Zen stick in his hand, and said, "Go and see him."

Che Lian hurriedly dragged her old body off the bed, ignoring the pain that was still haunting him, walked to the tall and dense pine tree in the Zen courtyard, raised her head and looked at the pine tree between the branches and leaves. A young man basking in the sun leisurely with a root of pennisetum.

He saw the immature arrogance in the young man's brows, and his spirit was indeed the same as that high-spirited young man from the Yue family back then, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he called out:

"Ming'er."

Hearing this, the young man picked the pennisetum near his mouth, looked at him across the layers of branches and leaves, and said in surprise:

"Old man, are you calling me?"

Shali

Yuemingxi jumped down from the tree and looked at the strange old monk beside Master Wuwu with curious eyes.

Fang woke up from a long and exhausting dream. His head was still aching in confusion. He didn't know what happened when he fell asleep. The monks from the north came; I just said that I had a quarrel with Master Shi not long ago, and the other party wanted to drive him out of the sect in a fit of anger, so he packed his bags and planned to go down the mountain and go home after a night of sleep, but he woke up It is already in this quaint Buddhist temple.

A benevolent old monk who claimed to be the selfless master told him that he had practiced a strange technique of Lao Shizi. After breaking through the eighth floor, he would forget all the previous things. An Sheng's self-cultivation is.

But the owner of Yueshao didn't panic at all.Before he fell asleep, he was still worrying about his plans for the future. After all, the fact that he was expelled from the teacher's sect was not honorable. Anyway, he would be scolded by his father when he went back. If he hadn't lived with this group of monks first, he would have taken advantage of these times Think about it every day, and see whether it is better to go back to listen to the old master's lectures in the future, or simply pack up and go to Jinling to do business.

Therefore, Yuemingxi settled down on Rumu Ridge with peace of mind, and even though it has only been a few days, he is very happy in his heart.He was young and intelligent, and he was also eloquent, so he soon became acquainted with a group of young monks in the West Chanyuan. They all knew that he was a lay disciple who had not yet been ordained, and he took great care of him; so he met this strange man. The old monk, he only knew that it was from another Buddhist monastery who came to greet him as a junior.

Although the name Ming'er is too intimate, it is what his parents and elders call him on weekdays, so although he is a little puzzled, he doesn't feel it is very abrupt.

However, for some reason, he had responded with his usual enthusiasm and cleverness, but the old monk in front of him froze in place like a thunderbolt, his hands hanging by his sides trembled slightly, and there seemed to be something in his eyes. Unbelievable, after staring at him for a long time, he was unable to utter a single word.

He felt strange, so he turned his attention to the selfless master who had been taking care of him these days.Master Wuwu hesitated for a long time, and said, "Mingxi, this is..."

"The poor monk is the monk of the West Hall of the Three Treasures Temple. He was traveling abroad for many days before. He heard that the benefactor is temporarily living in the West Temple to recuperate his wounds, so he came here to take a look."

Che Lian opened her mouth calmly, interrupting the truth that Master Wuwo was about to blurt out, and saluted him cautiously and respectfully.Yue Mingxi didn't doubt that he was there, so he cupped his fists and said:

"It turned out to be the elder of Xitang. It was a pleasure to meet me. The younger generation Yuejiazhuang Yuemingxi has been disturbing me a lot in Guisha for some reason. All the masters have cared for me. I am grateful to the elder for coming to visit me. Mingxi Greatful."

When he heard the sincere but distant polite words of the young man in front of him, Che Lian no longer felt the severe pain flowing all over his body, and only returned to his appearance as a good monk, nodded slightly at him, and talked with him for two or three years. In a word, he saw him find an excuse to leave and go wandering in the pine forest on the back mountain.

Master Wuwo has been watching silently from the side all the time, the eyes under the long eyebrows seem to be unbearable.

"……Grandmaster."

He turned his head to look at the people beside him, and heard Che Lian tremblingly said: "Ming'er...why did you forget me?"

Master Wuwu was silent for a long time, and said after deliberation: "It's not because of amnesia. Boy Lian, except for the only master of the year, Wangxi Daoist, no one has really practiced to the eighth level; therefore, as time goes by , the world forgets that this is actually the Taoist secret method of cultivating immortals-practicing to the seventh level can teach people to remain youthful forever, and on the eighth level, even if the practitioner himself has no desire to improve, he will spontaneously merge into an immortal Nucleus, back to basics and ready to turn into a lotus and become an immortal.”

Che Lian said in a daze: "It means..."

"He returned from youth to youth, and from youth to childhood, until he turned into a baby lotus seed and went to the fairy family's paradise; naturally, he no longer remembers all the things that happened before he met you. .”

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After going through so many hardships, Che Lian seemed to have lost the strength to feel the pain anymore.

He looked at the figure of the young man who had disappeared far away in the forest path, just like when he looked at the young lover who set fire to everything and resolutely left him in the illusion, the mouth and nose suddenly flowed out mixed with frog saliva The poisonous blood came.

After raising his hand to wipe away the embarrassing blood, the venom that had penetrated into the bone marrow in his body finally stopped agitating, as if mocking him, a sad old monk whose time was running out. "...Master," he said calmly, "How many days do I still have to live? But there is no need to hide