God lures him to attack

On the day Zi Yu left, Lu Jian, who was imprisoned in the sky prison, also escaped from the palace without a trace.It's just that Bai Qiancha cared more about Zi Yu than Lu Jian's escape.

Therefore, in the next many years, Bai Qiancha sent people to look for Ziyu everywhere.

However, if a person really does not want to be found by you, you cannot find it.

Bai Qiancha searched all over Tianhuayao country, searched all the surrounding lands, went to many places, met many people, many gods and ghosts, but never saw the person he loved again.

He has been disappointed, despaired, manic, and crazy, but finally settled down, neither sad nor happy, repeating the endless life.

Year after year, there were no more monsters in Tianhua Yao Kingdom, and the people no longer had only fear of Bai Qiansha, and a natural taste gradually developed.Those demons who endangered the people have already been exterminated by Bai Qiansha or expelled from Tianhuayao Kingdom, because he once promised Ziyu to build a prosperous and peaceful Tianhuayao Kingdom.

No matter where Zi Yu is hiding now, one day he will see that he has not broken his promise, and he has been doing what he promised him.

Year after year, the flowers in the city bloomed and withered, and Bai Qiansha brought all the gods together.

The statues of the gods in the temple were all smashed and rebuilt to form their own appearance.He hoped that one day, Ziyu would come back, and he would be the first person he saw when he came back.

Year after year, many buildings in Tianhua Yao Kingdom have been renovated, many children have grown up, and many young people are getting old.

Bai Qiancha would stand on the tall city tower, overlooking the prosperity of Tianhua Yao Kingdom from a bird's eye view, recalling the appearance of that person in his memory.

The appearance of that person had begun to gradually become blurred with the passage of time, so he found a painter, learned how to draw, drew the appearance of that person, and hung it in his bedroom.

He should look at him well and remember him well, because his life is too long, maybe one day the memory of this person will be blurred.

In this world, as Zi Yu said, they can live without each other.

It's just that for Bai Qiancha, living like this is too lonely, so lonely that he would rather die together.

Thinking of this moment, Bai Qiancha suddenly remembered the man who wanted to go to Huangquan Road with him many, many years ago.

Did that person think the same way?Because you are afraid of living alone, you want to die with him?

It turned out that Zi Yu thought so at that time...

Cold comes and summer goes, spring flowers bloom, frost falls, time has passed 50 years in a flash.

For 50 years, Tianhua Yao Kingdom has been peaceful and healthy, and the people in the city have gradually accepted that the man who rules this land is an immortal monster.

Fifty years have passed, if Zi Yu is still alive, he is probably an old man in his 50s and 80s, and he has probably been forgotten, right?

Perhaps, he has already buried...

Thoughts break here.

Bai Qiancha stopped at the villa at the foot of Longshan Mountain, looked at the gate of the villa overgrown with vines, and walked in step by step.

This is the starting point for him and Zi Yu, but now, mottled moss and withered yellow leaves are everywhere.

Except for the gate yard, most of the attics in the villa are made of sandalwood. After 50 years of baptism, everything here is covered with vegetation and looks dull.

Bai Qiancha walked along the route of memory, stretched out his hand to caress the guardrail on the bluestone steps, thick dust stuck to his fingertips, and drifted into the air when he lightly twirled his fingers.

Going forward, there is the Zangshu Pavilion that was once burned down. It was rebuilt by Zi Yu and turned into a small one-storey pavilion, which looks more like a place for burning incense and worshiping Buddha from a distance.

"One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a devil. If you don't make me a Buddha, then I will make you a devil. One thought of hell and heaven, one thought of panic, heartbroken people's sorrow and heartbreak, two lines of resentment and tears, and two lines of tears. right or wrong

Wrong... When you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all the five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships.Relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing.Shariputra, is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

A sound of chanting came from the small pavilion, and there was a faint smell of incense.

Bai Qiansha shuddered.

Why is there an incense smell?Besides the Gan family and them, are there other people here?

Thinking like this, Bai Qiancha quickened his pace and walked towards there.

The wooden door of the small pavilion was closed tightly, but it was much cleaner than other places in the villa. There were no weeds in front of the door, and candles were flickering inside the door.

The sound of chanting was very close, mixed with the sound of knocking wooden fish, it sounded very vicissitudes, making it difficult to distinguish the age and gender of the person chanting.

Bai Qiancha hoped that the person who chanted the scriptures would be Ziyu, but he was afraid that it would be Ziyu.He wanted to see him, but was afraid to see him who was old and about to leave the world.

His hand fell on door to door, hesitating.

The people in the small pavilion seemed to have heard footsteps outside, and the sound of chanting sutras and knocking on wooden fish stopped abruptly.

Bai Qiancha took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the door.

Light poured in from outside, and his slender shadow fell on the ground and spread to the old woman sitting in front of the Buddha.

The woman has white hair and is wearing a dark gray cicada dress, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, holding a rosary in her hand.She stopped holding the wooden fish knocking hand, and slowly put it down.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Bai Qiancha saw from her back that she was not Ziyu, but an old woman, but she came from nowhere.

"This is my home, why can't I be here?" The old woman spoke very slowly, with a very low pitch, so low that she couldn't help herself. She turned around and glanced at Bai Qiansha who was against the light.

She was startled, but quickly regained her composure, and then slowly said: "Is it you? You are still the same as before, and I have not changed, and I have already entered an octogenarian age."

"You..." Bai Qiancha paused for a moment, and then searched for everyone who was in the villa in his memory. Their voices and appearances have long been blurred and he can't remember them clearly.But he remembered the jade bracelet on the old woman's wrist, which Yuanyuan had worn since childhood, "Are you Yuanyuan?"

"Do you still remember me? I thought you forgot everyone." Yuanyuan smiled lightly, her wrinkled face was dry, and it was no longer the appearance of a girl.But at that moment, Bai Qiancha saw Yuanyuan's youthful face in his eyes, it was a picture that stayed in his memory.

"You've been here all this time?" Bai Qiancha walked into the house and looked around here. The furnishings here have changed a lot, and the taste is also different.

"Otherwise, where else could I go? My relatives are dead, my husband is dead, all the people I love and those who love me are dead, and all I have left are the memories of this place." Yuanyuan stood up slowly, The movement was very slow, when she almost fell down first, Bai Qiancha wanted to help her, but she still gave up on this move.

"At least you had them all, and I only have Ziyu, but he left me." Compared with back then, Bai Qiancha no longer hates anyone, and he even somewhat understands the state of mind of those people back then.

"What a person fears the most is possession. It is because of possession that he is afraid of losing. The more he has, the more painful it will be when he loses." Yuanyuan picked up the crutch that was placed aside, and staggered out of the small pavilion.

The sun outside is very warm, and there is the smell of plants in the wind, which makes Qing feel sad, but it smells sad.

"Qiansha, in fact, I didn't hate you when I was young, and I would occasionally miss the days of chasing and fighting you. You would only avoid me, but you never fought back because of my father." Yuanyuan recalled the past when she was young, In fact, she doesn't hate Bai Qiancha, and she thinks it's a happy thing to have someone to bully.

She also once liked Bai Qiansha.

It's a pity that she saw a scene she shouldn't have seen, saw him with Zi Yu, saw him kill her father.

It was only after many years that she gradually understood that if a person has had love in his heart, he will easily develop hatred, and only with hatred can he learn to let go.

She married Yulin only for the succession of the Gan family, but when she fell in love with Yulin, Yulin left her.

So she understood that everything in this world is impermanent, nothing lasts forever, and eternity has always been lonely.

"Qiansha, there are many things in the world that are like fireworks in a flash. They are born and die, and birth and death are impermanent." Yuanyuan turned her head and looked at Bai Qiancha who followed her into the light and shadow.

Bai Qiancha lowered his eyes and asked after a long silence, "Have you seen Ziyu? Has he ever been back?"

Yuanyuan sighed, turned her head to look at the floating clouds in the distance, and she said: "He came before, he said, if one day you come to me, don't tell you where he is, he doesn't want to see you."

"You will tell me, because you hate me, you will want to see my painful expression when I see Zi Yu." Bai Qiancha made a conclusion and walked towards Yuanyuan step by step.

"Hate? No matter how much you hate, you can't hate time and time." Yuanyuan smiled in relief, and slowly looked away.

The sound of small footsteps came from not far away, and Bai Qiancha sensed it from a long distance away. He squinted sideways and saw a ten-year-old boy rushing towards him holding a hoe.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" Bai Qiancha said disdainfully, and with a wave of his hand, he shook off the young boy who rushed up to attack him.

The young boy flew several meters with the hoe in hand, hit the door and window of the small pavilion, and bounced to the ground.

"Don't hurt him!" Yuanyuan trembled, and hurriedly grabbed Bai Qiancha's hand that was about to attack again, preventing him from moving forward.

Bai Qiancha seemed to have found Yuanyuan's weakness, and said with a sneer, "Okay, tell me where Ziyu is, so I can spare him."

After all, Bai Qiancha moved in front of the little boy at a speed invisible to the naked eye, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

The little boy dangled his legs off the ground, struggled up, and asked Yuanyuan for help: "Grandmother, help me."

"Grandmother? It seems that the descendants of the Gan family are still alive." Bai Qiancha tightened her hands little by little, threatening the powerless Yuanyuan.

"Let go of him, I said, I'll tell you where he is." Yuanyuan was afraid that Bai Qiancha would crush the young boy's neck if she tried harder, so she nodded in compromise.

Bai Qiancha let go of his hand slowly, and the little boy fell to the ground, coughing uncontrollably.

"Where is he?" Bai Qiancha pressed towards Yuanyuan again, with a look of hope in his eyes.

Yuanyuan lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her eyes and said, "He is..."