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The night is light and rainy, and the lights will be turned off.

The bedroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and Nagamo knelt by the side of the bed, holding Yu Ge's hand tightly, and quietly pressed that cold and delicate palm to his chest.

The flesh and blood that wrapped an inner alchemy was still aching under the texture, but at least on the surface, the skin was still smooth and neat, and there was no trace of scarring.

Moxiu looked at Di Ting's side face that was as thin as a crescent moon in the valley, a little smile slowly appeared on his lips, but there was still a dark gloomyness in his eyes.

Even though she had seen Master's memory, she was replaced with a thriving heart that could not read the content, but the indescribable tension and fear did not diminish by half, but intensified, causing her exhausted viscera to shrivel up. Made a small ball.

...Will Master find out that she is cheating?

If it is a fluke to fool the past... Will the master treat her as he used to treat Bodhisattvas, and treat her loyally, never change her infatuation, and give her all those cares and favors?

Can her love and attempts that have been squandered for too many years... get some deserved echo today?

Even though she was in the peak period of a demon cultivator, with blood and tears of countless innocents on her hands, at that moment, all the worries in her heart were so helpless and almost innocent, it seemed to be the same as the one who stuck with her back then. The little apprentices on the top of Guiyun Mountain are no different.

But the inner alchemy in her heart was beating so vigorously and so alive, reminding her all the time with the life of a thousand-year-old plant that she was no longer the child... who could only wag her tail and beg for mercy.

More than three hundred years ago, she was looking for Yu Ge's trail in the human world disheartened, and came across this old tree by accident.

The worry-free tree is famous in the human world for its fruits that relieve suffering and difficulties. Sakyamuni happened to be born under this tree in the past, which made this kind of grass and trees become associated with the righteous way, and the probability of cultivating the right fruit is much higher than other spirits in the human world. .

The young Moxiu, surrounded by the hustle and bustle, came to shelter under the tree on a stormy summer night. When he woke up, the lush tree shadow above his head was replaced by a green tung oil paper umbrella.

The umbrella was held by an elderly woman with snowy temples and frosty hair. She didn't ask her whereabouts, nor did she inquire about the changes in the outside world.

"...I haven't heard of the auspicious beast listening. When I took root here, the Buddha hadn't passed away yet."

The old lady gathered up the dark cassock, took out a handful of rosary-like pods tremblingly, and handed it to the other party.

"Meeting by chance can be regarded as a fate... Well, this is a new fruit I have grown this year. Although it can't really teach people to stop worrying, but if you drink wine, it is enough to make you drunk."

She hadn't seen anyone for a long time, and she didn't care about the stranger's indifference. Instead, after looking at it for a while, she showed a kind and kind smile.

"My old lady, you may not like to hear it... But you and I really look alike when we were young, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which are almost the same as those carved out of a mold, tsk..."

Moxiu, who had always been indifferent to her, suddenly raised his eyes at this moment.

The crimson totem on that face became much clearer with the change of facial expression. When he was motionless like this... it seemed like countless full eyeballs were staring at him.

The silent and stern young man pondered for a moment, then suddenly nodded slightly.

"...You are always right." She said hoarsely, "It is exactly the same."

In the next second, a straight sword tip suddenly pierced Wuyoushu's chest. She lowered her turbid and old eyes while panting, and saw only a string of dark green blood stains along the edge-shaped blood groove of the blade, all the way dripped into the mud.

The Moxiu raised his eyebrows expressionlessly, and the handful of Sansako fruit crashed straight down at her feet, while the faint beating from the hilt of the sword, accompanied by the convulsions of the old man when he died, passed through the hundreds of years. The remaining years were gradually retracing in her chest.

Does the fruit of saffron fruit really make people intoxicated?

Nagama didn't know.

During the period of wandering in the human world, she had just become a demon not long ago, and she was completely unable to suppress the bloodthirsty and restless power. In addition, she had the blood of the Asura clan who was irritable and jealous in her bones. To the extreme.

On the one hand, of course she rejects all worldly beings who might become bodhisattva substitutes, and on the other hand...

After all, Di Ting is an auspicious animal who has practiced Buddhism. Even if there is no clear principle of right and wrong, he is very disgusted with the slaughter of innocent people.

At that time, she didn't expect to get the affection of the master anymore, she just hoped to see Yu Ge, even if the other party's appearance was only to abolish her cultivation base again, even if the eyes of this only listening to her would reveal disgust and distaste. Spoiled...it doesn't matter.

She just wanted to see Yu Ge.

The emptiness and helplessness that can't be found after the love is over is so powerful, like a blazing fire that burns forever, it is enough to exhaust a person's mind.

Fortunately, now... she has captured Master again.

Moxiu caressed Yu Ge's face tirelessly, as if he wanted to use this act of extreme restraint to strip away the layer of uneasiness in his heart that could not be ignored.

Di Ting's eyelids are very thin, and even in sleep, they outline a soft and gentle arc.

The illusion that lasted too long made her eyes look haggard and gray, but her lips were still full of crimson, which was reflected on her pale face, so bright and eye-catching that it almost gave her There is an illusion for no reason, as if the next moment, this person will open his eyes and call your name in the most sincere and gentle tone.

... However, what Master wanted to call was not her name.

Nagamo suddenly withdrew his hand, and before he could stand up, a snow-white fluffy tail wrapped around his wrist.

She froze in place for a moment.

It was as if a long time had been reversed, and those indescribable love, hatred and bitterness receded, leaving only a little bit of grievance and regret, which turned into a bee sting stuck in the lung duct, which made her sting extremely painful.

... On that night many years ago, Yu Ge was lying beside her like this, and quietly hooked her wrist with the tip of her tail. Everything that happened after that was like a false and absurd dream, which made her always To this day, I can't help but sink upside down in it.

Nagamo gritted her teeth, and the smile on her face was so kind that it was almost distorted. She turned around stiffly, only to find that Yu Ge... hadn't opened her eyes.

Di Ting bent his back, huddled in the brocade quilt, his feather-like eyelashes fluttered violently, but he closed his eyelids tightly, and only gropingly stretched out a hand, hanging in the air tremblingly.

That description is almost very timid, even fearful, as if there is something in front of her that is out of reach, once she can't hold it, she can't bear it at all.

Nagamo hid her distracting thoughts, and firmly shook her hands with her sweaty and hot hands.

The palms of the palms meet and are intimate.

Yu Ge's whole body trembled. She didn't open her eyes, but a thin layer of red color quickly fainted beside her drooping eyes.

"……is it you"

At that moment, this ancient auspicious beast with immeasurable merit suddenly looked like a puppy covered in bruises. Although it had endured countless trials and tribulations, it still had some poor hope.

"...Lanti." She asked, "Is that you?"

The turbulent sense of powerlessness crushed Nagamo's heart inch by inch. She felt as if she was being tortured, and even the bone marrow was cleaned out. The pain was worse than every second, but... it made her suddenly sober come over.

Even pain and deception are better than an unending mess.

She squeezed her throat, and put on a gentle and hypocritical emphasis as before.

"...Xiao Ge, look at me, why don't you dare to open your eyes?"

Yu Ge clung to her arms along his arms, dripping water was flowing in his light-colored eyes, melting like ice and snow in an instant, and like a bright moon entering his arms, that pilgrimage-like admiration and dependence... almost made Moxiu's scalp tingle.

The anxiety that made her fidget and rest dissipated with the action of listening to the truth, but she didn't feel the relief at all, but a deeper and more sad feeling came quietly, stuck in her blood vessels and throat. In the tube, there are large bloodstains that cannot be erased.

That's right, the few sets of rhetoric and excuses she had prepared were of course useless.

Truth Ting even willingly recognized the terrifying appearance of the energyless King Ming, what's more, he said that he was exactly the same as a Bodhisattva, but with a few totem skins added?

As for the entanglement with the little apprentice... This master probably never took it seriously.

And Di Ting nestled in the embrace of that long-lost reunion, and it took him a long time to freeze up for a stick of incense before he boldly stretched out his hand and hugged that firm and thin back in silence.

She held on to the other person's clothes so tightly that blood was stained on both sides of her nails. It felt like grabbing a rusty old knife. Although it was as precious as a treasure, it was sharp and difficult to hold.

She has stretched out her hand countless times, with sorrow, prayer, and indescribable expectation, she stretched out this hand to those strange yet familiar human beings.

It's like trying to salvage the moon in the water.

Even if her fingertips can touch the water surface, the moonlight will be broken in her hands, cut by the turbulent water waves, and finally flowing along her fingertips, flowing into a faint silver halo.

After the Bodhisattva passed away, she did go to the human world.

She dragged her lingering body after the scourge of God, spent the hot and cold winters in the human world, saw the gentle wind and nectar, watched the sunset and the stars, and experienced the bright blue sky, but most of the time, she was just wandering. Destination search and waiting.

In the way of heaven, there are too many things that are unclear and unclear, just like the moon has cloudy and sunny days, and the eclipse has its own will.

She has encountered more than one creature that made her deaf.

Sometimes it's a plant, sometimes it's an evil spirit, sometimes it's a demon cultivator... Sometimes, it's just a stone that happens to be enlightened.

These creatures of all kinds have a more or less similar appearance to Lanti, and they can also accompany her for a short time, staying by her side as friends, confidants, adopted sons or disciples.

...like the moonlight that inadvertently entered the room.

After the other party passed away, although she could get an old thing that belonged to the Bodhisattva, in the final analysis...

Not the one she was waiting for.

She naturally cherishes everything related to Lanti, but that's just cherishing.

All she wants is Randy.

For countless nights, she stayed alone on the top of Guiyun Mountain, just like guarding the fragments of the boundless Dharma, the cold moon in the sky was silent, and the stars were silent, and there was no trace of tenderness or preference.

Lanti died because of her, and even before her soul returned to the void, she had to leave an illusory fantasy for her to come back to this world.

If only I hadn't gone to hell to snatch my soul...

If only I hadn't gone to Heaven to find the truth...

If I didn't go to save ghosts, I would have let Lanti go to become a Buddha...

At a time that is even more remote and unrememberable, it would be great if I didn't catch Lanti by the hem of his clothes and force the other party to feed me...

Regrets are as numerous as sand, so that looking back alone, there are "what ifs" and "pity" scattered everywhere.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

During the tens of thousands of years when the Bodhisattva passed away, Di Ting hid in the semi-obscure and chaotic world, recalling his lover who was separated from the six worlds, living and dying.

The continuous wind and snow on Guiyun Mountain soaked into her chapped bones, soaked into her damaged flesh, leaving only a living person, calling out the name of the old man when he dreamed back at midnight. 7K 妏敩

Randy, Randy.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021060221:58:102021060416:27:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 in the night;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Day Sea and Xi Yu lost their hats today, and they are bony, come on and feed one;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Linyuan Valley; 10 bottles of Pain Mask;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!