There's something wrong with my master.

"If I become a puppet of desire by then, you can leave if you want."

"Also, I like you very much."

"Or should I say, I love you very much, just like you loved me in the beginning."

"Oh, maybe you have forgotten what it feels like to love someone."

Lin Xi shook his head helplessly, his tone a little depressed.

This was her first true confession, but it came too late for both of them.

The highest level of forgetfulness is not heartlessness.

People who practice the supreme state of forgetfulness of emotions will also develop emotions.

When Lin Xi was naked at that time, she could feel Yun Changsheng's heart beating for a moment.

But the next second, the throbbing in Yun Changsheng's heart disappeared.

You may also wonder why your heart was beating so fast just now and whether it will affect your practice.

This is the highest state of forgetfulness. After it is formed, no matter how strong the feelings are, they will be forgotten in the next moment.

The stronger the feelings, the longer it will take to forget.

It normally takes one second to forget, but if the feelings are stronger, it will take two seconds, that's all.

If one could reach the same concentration as Lin Duoduo, half an hour would be enough to forget it.

Only the feelings that stay in the heart before they are formed and leave a deep impression will stay for a while.

But only for a while.

Afterwards, he will keep the memory and look back at the past like a passerby, not understanding why he cried or laughed at that time.

"I am leaving."

Lin Xi then instructed Xue Yunjian to take good care of Yun Changsheng, and then left in a hurry.

The figure in the bright red Taoist robe faded, and the next moment, he appeared in the Four Seasons Cave.

Lin Xi sat cross-legged on the cushion, and glowing cracks slowly appeared on his white jade-like hands.

The sword mark between her eyebrows, which seemed to be about to split her in half, also appeared while she was weak.

The pain was spreading, but she didn't care.

"The desire to become a Taoist is stronger than before."

Lin Xi frowned, his tone a little worried.

Just to resist getting close to her, I thought about becoming a Taoist...

She took the pill and simply suppressed her injuries, then shattered the space in front of her and came to the Honghua Temple that Yun Changsheng and Rong Xiaoyu helped build.

The river was surging, and the Buddha's light from the Shuifu Temple flowed into the Honghua Temple, protecting the women in the temple.

"Have you really forgotten everything?" Lin Xi asked with some doubt.

Maybe he really forgot everything. While forgetting, the old monk left a backup plan for Wang Chen, hoping that Wang Chen could live in peace and happiness in this life.

Only in this way can he forget everything with peace of mind.

"Excuse me, is Master Wangchen here?" Lin Xi bowed to the nun at the door.

"Donor, what do you want to see Master Wangchen for?"

"My disciple is ill and needs a red flower to treat him. I hope this young master will let me know."

"Donor, wait a moment."

He looked at the little nun, who was about seven or eight years old, nodded, and walked in with her short legs to report.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the little nun came running back with her short legs, and bowed with her hands clasped together.

"Master uncle invites you."

"Thank you, little master."

Lin Xi, dragging his bright red Taoist robe, walked towards Honghua Temple.

What catches the eye are patches of red flowers, which were the original Buddha flowers.

But none of them were what she needed.

"I roughly understand what kind of flowers the donor needs."

A female voice came from a distance.

Seeing that Lin Xi had not picked flowers for a long time, the former flower girl, now Master Wang Chen, walked into the courtyard with a compassionate face.

She looked at the blood-red Taoist robe on Lin Xi and her eyes became full of pity.

It was as if he saw Lin Xi’s desire that was like an abyss, and also saw Lin Xi’s struggle.

"The donor picks a red flower, drops two drops of blood on the flower, and you can get the flower you want."

"However, these two drops of blood need to come from a pair of lovers."

Chapter 129: It’s Better to Bury This Sword

"Does it need two drops of lover's blood to water it?"

Lin Xi looked at the red flowers all over the yard, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Can I pick a few more?"

"Please feel free to do as you please, donor." Wang Chen nodded and watered the red flowers with a watering can in his hand.

"Thank you." After thanking, Lin Xi picked a few red flowers and had a vegetarian meal.

Before leaving, she checked Wangchen's practice progress, then left with a few red flowers in her hands, looking at him with a hint of longing.

"What if..."

Lin Xi thought of Yun Changsheng when he first went up the mountain. He was a model of respecting teachers.

If she had not transgressed first, the Master would have always been just the Master.

Later, I became interested in him, but looking at his daily behavior, I couldn't see any changes.

"This isn't the first time this guy has said one thing and meant another."

Although I know there is a high possibility of being slapped in the face, people should still have dreams.

The wind and snow on the Four Seasons Mountain suddenly stopped.

In the vast expanse of white snow, a bright red Taoist robe stands out.

"Why did it turn into a snowman?" Lin Xi looked at his disciple, a little speechless.

In the past few months, because of my physical needs, I was always bothering Yun Changsheng, and when I went out, I forgot to check what Li Yue was doing these days.

Just now, his spiritual sense swept across the entire Four Seasons Mountain, and he found Li Yue in front of the hot spring on the top of the mountain.

The girl held her change of clothes and stood there motionless, letting the snow cover her body.

I don’t know how long I stood there, but there was only a human-shaped snowman left next to the hot spring.

Strands of spiritual energy gathered towards her. Her realm did not improve very quickly, but it continued to extend upward steadily as if there was no bottleneck at all.

Maybe it was to cleanse the marrow and bones, and bring out the impurities in the body, so I went to take a bath.

After washing, I had some understanding of spiritual practice, and I stood there motionless for more than a few months...

"Fortunately, I have the foundation of internal strength. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have the ability to build a foundation. I have been practicing motionlessly for several months. I'm afraid I would have starved to death."

Lin Xi complained in her heart, stared with her beautiful eyes for a while, raised her hand, and pointed her slender jade finger in the direction of Li Yue.

A drop of blood emerged from the snowman and hovered on Lin Xi's fingertips.

Lin Xi didn't care anymore and slowly sank to the bottom of the mountain.

She starved to death, but Li Yue couldn't.

Yun Changsheng treasures Li Yue so much, how could he let anything happen to her?

This may sound a bit sour, but it is true...

Sinking into the ground, the weight of the mountain followed.

In the confined, silent and dark space, which was enough to drive an ordinary person crazy if they stayed there for too long, Yun Changsheng sat cross-legged as usual, practicing.

And above his head was where Li Yue was standing and practicing.

"Husband." Lin Xi called softly, but got no response, so she didn't care.

She glanced at Xue Yunjian who was about to run away and shook her head, indicating that she was not here to find Yun Changsheng to do something unspeakable.

He walked at the bottom of the dark mountain in plain boots, his bright red Taoist robe dragging behind him, and finally sat down opposite Yun Changsheng.

He carefully took out a red flower and, making sure it would not affect Yun Changsheng's practice, took a few drops of his blood.

Two drops of blood dripped into the red flower, one drop from Yun Changsheng and one drop from Li Yue.

tick.

As the blood dripped, the red flower slowly withered and died, and the petals fell to the ground.

After a while, the whole flower dissipated and turned into a seed.

A red light flashed, and the seed broke through the soil, sprouted, and grew into a flower seedling.

So far, the red flower no longer moves and remains in the state of a seedling.

Lin Xi curled the corner of his mouth, took the seedlings away and put them into the storage ring.

As long as this red flower does not bloom, it proves that the relationship between Yun Changsheng and Li Yue has not reached that stage yet.

Although it is not nice to monitor other people's feelings like this, doing so can put her mind at ease.

Whenever you feel jealous and suspicious, you can take out the flowers and look at them.

Lin Xi smiled and pinched Yun Changsheng's cheek, obviously in a good mood.

This was also the day when Li Yue was in the best mood since she came to the mountain.

She hasn't been so happy for a long time since her inner demon was assimilated by Lin Xi.

"My husband, please don't say one thing and mean another." She took out another red flower, bit her fingertips with her pearly teeth, and gently broke it.

tick.

Two more drops of blood fell.

The red flowers withered and died, turned into seeds, and broke through the soil.

Under Lin Xi's expectant gaze, the seeds grew into seedlings. The seedlings grew bigger and taller, and thorns grew on the flower stems.

Against the backdrop of green leaves, a flower bud grew from small to large and slowly grew out.

Time seems to stand still.

A man, a woman, a sword, and no sound was made.

Along with the stillness is the flower bud that never blooms.

Lin Xi's eyes were full of expectation, and he waited motionlessly for three days.

During these three days, she did not miss any change in the flower bud, not even a little bit.

As long as one petal opens, it proves there is still hope.

Three days later again.

Time dealt her a heavy blow.

A bud is always a bud, a love that has not yet begun and has no result.

Although he had already anticipated it, with his consciousness already demonized, no matter how high his state of mind was, it couldn't stop his heart from aching.

The round and smooth nails sank into the palm, and the blood dripped down the delicate fist and watered the red flowers.

The buds became more red, but still did not bloom.

These were the master and disciple back then. They obviously liked each other, but neither of them said it out loud.

There were no results in the past, and after Yun Changsheng practiced the Supreme Forgetfulness, there will be no results in the future.