Deadly Merry [Rebirth]

Everything seems to have settled down, those who should leave leave, those who should stay stay, and nothing that can cause splashes comes.Life in the next hundred years is like a cup of clear water without tea leaves, and the end can be seen at a glance.

If it weren't for the iron chain on her ankle, she would really have the illusion of a big dream.

Ming Yi was leaning against the boulder covered with charms, holding a Nanhua Sutra in his hand, and softly recited the content on it.In fact, she prefers to read silently in most cases, but remembering what Wu Bian had told her, she still did as he said. If she could really get rid of that monster, it would be considered a kind deed.

But the person in the forbidden cave couldn't hear anything, and the endless pain had already made it impossible for people to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Apart from reciting the Dao Fa Sutra, Ming Yi also began to try to do another thing.

When this matter took shape in her mind, she began to feel uneasy, like a bucket placed on a thin thread. She didn't know when the bucket was tilted, and the water would tilt out like a heavy object.But she still wanted to do it, especially when she recalled the moment when she mistakenly thought it was parting from life and death on the uninhabited island in the East China Sea.

She looked around, saw no one, put down the book, and whispered in a very soft voice:

"Thirty-three."

It's not a big deal, just calling her baby name so softly is enough to make Ming Yi's heart throb.

I haven't called these two words much before, and it always feels awkward to say it.I hope to call it for a while, so that she can gradually get used to such an intimate address, although she doesn't know what it's useful for.

Liu Fengxue brought her diary and some books and pens and inks, so she bent down on the slate to write something in her free time.In the past, writing a pen was based on Taoist experience, but now she always likes to play with the gloomy words that she once sneered at.

"The fifth day of the sixth month of the Gengzi year. Three or three, I don't know if the God Realm is still Qingqiu."

"The ninth day of the sixth month of the Gengzi year. It's raining today."

"The tenth day of the sixth month of Gengzi year. Yuxu seldom rains, Sansan, you should come and see."

"The [-]th day of the seventh month of the Gengzi Year. Sometimes I feel that the days are long, and sometimes I feel that it's just a moment, muddled, and I don't know where I'm going to end up. This life is nothing more than that."

"The nineteenth day of the seventh month of the Gengzi year. If I've been careful and haven't ruined my appearance, Sansan should still love my old appearance."

"The [-]st day of the seventh month of the Gengzi year. It's a pity that there is no wine."

"On the twenty-fifth day of the seventh month of the Gengzi Year, I entrusted Fengxue to clean up the old residence in the back mountain. The vegetable garden was watered, new seeds were planted, and the tea trees were also taken care of. The tea leaves were picked, washed, dried, and then sealed in cans. , for future use."

"The seventh day of the eighth month of the Gengzi year. You really don't come to see me anymore."

"On the [-]nd day of the eighth lunar month of the Gengzi Year, Zuoye Aman came to visit, her face was quite ugly, and she asked me about Sansan's whereabouts, but I didn't know. She didn't say anything else, she just cried, and Fengxue went to comfort her, only then did she know that she was beloved. I don’t know who she admires. I can understand this state of mind. I hope Fengxue can make her happy. Sansan, now that she’s married and a wife, she should take care of herself and have a good time. Support your husband-in-law, honor your in-laws, give birth to children for your husband’s family, and continue the incense. Now I don’t know where to go. If you fall into the shoes of others, it’s not good to say that you are easy-going. I don’t know if it will happen in the God Realm Make things difficult for you."

"The twenty-third day of the eighth month of the Gengzi year. I wrote all the words against my will yesterday."

"The twenty-ninth day of the eighth month of the Gengzi year. I not only hope that you will not abide by women's ways, but also hope that you will only abide by my women's ways."

"The fourth day of September in the Gengzi Year. If I stay alone for a long time, I always think about it, but I can't stop thinking about it."

"The thirteenth day of October in the Gengzi year. I think of you in everything I see these days. The mountain is you, the tree is you, and the water is you."

"October fourteenth in the Gengzi year. It snowed at the beginning of this year, and it lasted for more than two days."

"October fifteenth of the Gengzi year. Snow is also you."

"November [-]th of the Gengzi Year. Senior Sister Ji Yuqing came to see me and brought a broiler chicken that she kept privately. I said I didn't do meat, but she didn't believe me, saying that I had eaten it once before. Sansan, if you Just be here, if you are here, you can prove to her that I didn't eat at that time."

"On the first day of the twelfth lunar month of the Gengzi year. Master came to see me today. He has refused to see me for more than half a year. When he came this time, he told me that he wanted to recruit new disciples. It turns out that the friendship between master and apprentice for many years is nothing more than Based on the premise that I can be used by him, once I am not the best choice, he will not even give the last bit of face and dignity."

"The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month of the Gengzi Year. Sure enough, the sisters and sisters in the door gradually cut off contact with me, and only Fengxue came to see me."

"The [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month of the Gengzi Year. I don't know if it was my illusion, but the ground at the gate of the forbidden cave turned dark red. When I picked up the soil and smelled it, there was a smell of fresh blood. The demon inside must have shed a lot of blood. It’s just that after such a long time, I don’t hear any movement from it, if Sansan is there, I will definitely scold the Taoist sect for being inhuman.”

"The first day of the first month of the Xinchou year. New Year."

"The sixteenth day of the fourth month of the Xin Chou year. One year has passed, and I still miss you."

"The fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month in the year of Xin Chou. The moon is very full tonight. I want to see you, but if you don't come, neither will Ah Man, nor will every snow come."

"On the first day of September in the year of Xin Chou. The chains that tied me were rusty, but no one remembered to change them. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that I existed. Sometimes I feel like a watchdog. In fact, There really isn't much of a difference."

"November [-]th of the year of Xin Chou. No one spoke to me. I opened my mouth, and I have forgotten how to say some words. But I call your name every day. If you are willing to come to me, just ignore me. It's also good to hear me call you a few words."

"The fourth day of March in the Renyin year. Today, the ground under my feet has turned red."

"The ninth day of the seventh month of the Renyin year. Sometimes I feel that I have forgotten something, but I still remember you. The longer the time, the more I only remember your goodness."

"The seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Renyin. It will be the year of Guimao soon. Everything has not developed as I remembered. This is actually not bad. If you have nothing to do with me, you will not be involved in Taoist disputes. For a year, you should spend comfortably and peacefully in a certain small teahouse, surrounded by maybe Little Golden Crow, maybe Qionghua, or maybe another person who looks similar to that person. No matter what, if you are alive, It’s my only consolation right now.”

"On the twenty-eighth day of the second month of Guimao, Fengxue is very busy, and she hardly visits me recently, and the pen and ink are used up very quickly. Last time I asked her how the small house in the back mountain was taken care of, she didn't speak, and the vegetable garden probably didn't exist. It's been taken care of again. The last trace of Sansan in my life is gone."

"On the twenty-eighth day of the seventh month of the Kuimao year, the camellias also withered."

"The twenty-ninth day of the seventh month in the year of Guimao. It seems that everyone is alive, but at the same time it seems that they are all dead. I am the only one left, and my life and death are uncertain."

"On the first day of August in the year of Guimao. There are flowers in spring and leaves in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter."

The ink of the next few words is getting weaker and weaker, it seems to be the last bit of ink left, which is vigorously scratched on the thin paper, looking messy and blurred——

"There is no better time in the world."