soul ferry

?The vast land is full of corpses.The gray-robed monk walked alone, two lines of muddy tears wet the skirt of his clothes.I originally wanted to save people from suffering, but how could the fighting be caused by me?

"Boyuan." A nice female voice.

The monk raised his head and looked at the girl in red in surprise.

The girl smiled, like the sunshine in winter, "Boyuan, I'll take you away."

That year, the eminent monk Bo Yuan offended the magistrate because he insisted on Buddhism, and was flogged to death.People in the Guanzhong and Longxi areas worshiped Boyuan as a god. When they heard the news of his murder, they were deeply saddened and outraged.The Qiang people came to attack under the banner of revenge. The two armies fought, and the magistrate was defeated and killed.

Ah Cha happily took Bo Yuan's arm, leading him to familiarize himself with his territory.

"Look, this is Ruoshui, isn't it beautiful?" Ah Cha said as if offering a treasure.

The blue river is turbulent, and there are large tracts of Bana flowers planted by the river. The fiery red Bana flowers are as beautiful as the girls around them.

"Tea tea."

"Ok?"

"I'm already old." Bo Yuan said. After 30 years of preaching career, the young man at that time had already had gray temples and many wrinkles.

"What's the matter?" Ah Cha didn't care, "I'll just recreate your body according to the original one."

Official Zhao no longer went to the palace to tell stories to Ah Cha, nor did he play role-playing games with her. When Ah Cha called him over, the two of them would be silent after a few words.At first, Ah Cha thought he was angry, and when the anger subsided, he would cling to her as before; but she was wrong, Zhao Li did what he said, and never responded to her overtures, and he became serious , taciturn.

Ah Cha has never been to the human world again. She often sits alone in the palace, putting her feet into the hot spring next to the couch, silently in a daze.Ah Cha also smashed and rebuilt the Buddhist hall several times, each time, her heart became harder and colder.

Thousands of years passed by.

On New Year's Eve that year, Zhao Li called Mulan, Baijie and a group of brothers to eat dumplings at home.

The wine is in full swing, and people are slightly drunk.

Sister Bai used to be a playful person, wearing a cheongsam with dark patterns on a white background, which outlines a curvy figure, deliberately walking around in the crowd, telling some explicit jokes, amusing the group of middle-aged and young people. Red in the face.

Zhao Li was also in a good mood, and while drinking, he served Mulan with vegetables, "Mulan eat more, you look so thin." Mulan's face was flushed, maybe it was because of the heat.

"Officer, you only serve Mulan with vegetables and ignore us!" Sister Bai, who went around the venue, finally returned to her seat, pretending to be angry.

Mulan didn't speak, just lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile.

Zhao Li took the jug and stood up, "How could it be, come here, let me toast to Sister Bai! I wish you eternal youth and youthful appearance!"

Sister Bai drank the wine and punched Zhao Li on the shoulder, "Stinky boy, make fun of my old lady again!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

This is the 1960 year.