Chapter 39: Who cuts the thin leaves, February spring breeze is like scissors 1

In late autumn, the breath of winter has been deeply soaked in the cold rain of the night, sifting layer by layer.

Wei Tanyi wandered in the mountains for many days. Because of the continuous rainstorms, he blocked the way down the mountain. Even if he couldn't turn into the power to open the mountain with his spells, he had to rest in place.

Depression is a difficult mood to relieve. In addition, the weather is not good, and a distraction becomes annoying.

The sudden departure of Si Si made him extremely uncomfortable. No one woke him up in the morning, and he had to do all the water and boiled tea by himself. Although these used to be done by himself, now he suddenly loses care. It is inevitable that his heart is empty and he feels unaccustomed.

It's not that she doesn't have such psychological preparation. Sooner or later, she will leave. Whether she finally finds her best friend or not, the obsession disappears when her ghost dies, but what he didn't expect is that she was crushed in the palm of his hand.

It rained heavily again. He put his hand out of the umbrella, and the raindrops pricked like a silver needle. The pain at that moment when you can't wash and crush the golden swallow, even if you use a better pain to cover it up, you can only get a clearer memory.

At that moment, Song Jing did show hesitation, but he did not stop him.

At that moment, she covered her face silently by the bedside, but she didn't stop her.

Obviously, both of them have a chance to change things, but neither of them will admit defeat. They think it is necessary to admit that they are not human in front of themselves. In terms of Yu, it is not as if they are pinched by themselves.

Take sincerity for ruthlessness. It's not the same. The moment he pretended to be the master to meet the former prince and got the jade seal, he had already tasted the pain of the day in advance.

Anyway, there is no hope of going down the mountain. Wei Tanyi simply folded down and went back to the mountain.

If there is still something to care about when you are trapped in the mountains these days, just count the barren grave. The age is not long, but because the tombstone is lost, there is no way to judge what kind of person is lying there. All Wei Tanyi can do is to stand in front of it and talk to it. After all, there is no one who is more honest and keep his mouth shut than the corpse.

After this turn, Wei Tanyi was surprised to find that the grave was collapsed by a flash flood. The grass at the grave tightly grasped a piece of soil and was washed away.

"It's really chilling to be cruel in heaven, and even the dead are not at peace."

With a slight sigh, Wei Tanyi passed through the mud, and the tip of the shoe inadvertently hung on a hard thing. He looked down and saw that a shiny blade came out of the mud flow.

What is this? Wei Tanyi frowned slightly and bent down to pick it up.

It was a strange-shaped dagger. The thin and sharp blade did not lose its strength because of the burial of the soil, and easily cut off the branches beside it. Wei Tanyi looked at it several times and felt that its handle was very interesting, in the shape of an irregular ring. Not only that, there was also a small inexplicable pit at the root of its blade. The section was smooth, not as if it was caused by a mistake.

"Interesting, the white rainbow is broken, just use this to peel pears."

As for the people's soul in this grave is not here, it's probably a peaceful walk, so it's probably okay to take this thing away by yourself.

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The ancient temple of the green lantern.

As in the past, he also likes to play with some small objects, plant flowers and grass, embroider insoles for his fellow teachers and sisters, and help the master paste some tricks, but he doesn't want to do the old work in the past, and it is inconvenient to do it again.

Three years ago, she was forgotten. She abandoned the common name and was given a reputation by Dingchen Taoist priest. She did not seek the right result, but for peace in her heart. At the beginning, I became a monk in anger and regretted it, but as I stayed in the audience for a long time, I was content with the status quo and did not think about the past.

Master knew that she became a monk to cut off the delusion of the world. In addition to enlightening her, he also asked his disciples to often tell her some subtleties of Taoism, hoping to wash away the dirt in her heart. The debate was very grateful for this and gradually found a peaceful state of mind, but he still couldn't let go of the man's affairs.

When she was a child, she was weak and often had nightmares. The family invited countless wizards and Taoists to exorcise evil spirits for her. There was nothing she could do. Just as she was dying, a Yunyou Taoist priest passed by her house and claimed to see that this family was haunted with evil spirit, and the children were disaster-prone. Her parents were overjoyed. Good food and tea kept him to live in and beg him. I must save my little daughter.

She had a high fever for three days, and her whole body was as hot as if it had been fished out of the boiling water. Suddenly, she saw a Taoist priest in a smoke-colored Taoist robe appearing in front of her, holding a bowl in his hand, and spilling it on her with water in the other hand. Suddenly, it was cool and his mind was much clearer.

"It makes my body cold and easy to attract unclean things. There is a magic weapon to exorcise evil. You can wrap it in yellow paper, put it under her pillow, and sleep for ten years. When your mind is mature, you will not get sick again." The speaker's voice is warm, which makes people smell like a spring breeze.

Although she was drowsy and couldn't open her eyes, she still heard from the words of her parents' gratitude that the man was about to leave. She didn't know where the strength came from. She grabbed the man's sleeve with her hands.

"Tian'er, let go of the Taoist priest. I'm really sorry. The little girl is ignorant and offends the Taoist priest. The father couldn't pull her hand, so he had to apologize to the man repeatedly.

"It's okay. I'm still afraid in my heart. Let's stay here with her for a while."

She calmed down a little, and her body relaxed, but her hands were still clenched tightly.

Three days after that, the Taoist priest Yunyou borrowed her house and spent most of his time reading the scriptures in front of her sickbed without saying anything.

Recalling the past, the debate smiled bitterly again. No matter how beautiful the meeting is, no fate is empty. That's what they are talking about.

Xu Gu, Xu Gu, in the past, I didn't believe in fate and didn't believe in fate. I only believed that persistence could change everything, but I subverted everything here. I'm as wise as you. How could I not see my mind? No, how could I not understand the secret? How could I not know that I would care about you and why I didn't avoid me at the beginning?

She sighed sadly in her heart. If she hadn't met, she wouldn't have missed her.

At that time, she was just a yellow-haired child, and he was already a powerful Taoist priest. A few years later, she knew that the Yunyou Taoist priest Xu Gu, who saved her that day, was a saint comparable to the heavenly master. He traveled all his life, and his footprints were all over the country. Wherever he went, he solved people's worries. His reputation was excellent. There were several ancestral shrines, let alone It is said that ordinary people provide statues at home.

She can't see and touch that person. No matter how high she jumps, she will eventually fall down.

Therefore, she thought that it was just wishful thinking to take over the brilliance of that moon, just like whoever wants to be him.

Forced by her, Xu Gu also asked helplessly, "I know there will be no result. What's the point of you and me entwining and wasting time?"

She only knows what she wants, but she doesn't know why she must get it.

Persistently increased resentment. In the end, it was her who was wrong, and it was her who was in pain, but it was completely indifferent to that person.

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Original poem: "Ode to Willows", I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.