The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

Cun Xin watched Yu Sinian and Lu Shaoyin disappear into the thick fog one after the other, feeling uneasy like never before.This apprehension is not all because of worrying that they will make a mistake and lose their way in this big swamp—the toes of the third princess of Xihai are now stepping on a thin reed leaf. The leaf trembled slightly under the pressure, which made Cun Xin feel that she had nothing to rely on. If she hadn't been holding on to Yang Jian's arm, she almost felt that she would stumble and fall into the quagmire under her feet.

The dragon girl looked at Yang Jian with a bit of resentment. The great god was straightening his robe leisurely. It was stained with a little black fog. Rolling on his white robe, like morning dew on the broad lotus leaves, the dark black stains faded away, disappearing in an instant.Mohe Yanze behind him stretches as far as the eye can see, covered with a low and chaotic fog, the small lakes dotted with waves ripple, and occasionally glare of water reflects from the gaps in the fog.

Not far away, Po Meng was floating in mid-air, changing positions back and forth as if restless, standing on a leaf for a while, and jumping from one piece to another because she felt that the position was not good for a while. With a wave of his hand, all the reeds within a few feet were cut off, and the reed flowers were scattered in all directions, making her want to sneeze.The girl was not annoyed, she jumped out of the reeds, her hands were flying up and down in the air like playing a piano, the speed was so fast that people can't see, she used those reeds to weave a hammock in a short while.She looked at it for a moment, then took out a short wooden staff from her bosom as if conjuring, and threw it into the air.

Cun Xin opened her eyes wide, looking at the wooden stick that was straight and horizontal in the air like a nail, and saw that Granny Meng pulled up the rope of the hammock, and tied the rope several times by herself as if it had eyes, and tied it with a knot. The hammock hangs above the sticky fog.Granny Meng clapped her hands in satisfaction, and sat up on one leg, revealing two ivory-like white ankles under the skirt of the billowing skirt, swinging back and forth with the hammock.

Cun Xin finally waited for her to be free, and quickly asked, "Now that they have entered the swamp, how long will it take for them to get out?"

"When?" Granny Meng chuckled, "Zhengnai's return date is not yet in sight..." She looked at Cun Xin's disappointed expression with satisfaction, paused, and for some reason suddenly became gloomy. The tone also cooled down, "Nine secluded and eighteen prisons are reincarnated. You think you have crossed mountains and ridges, but you may still be in the same place. You think you are boating on the lake. In fact, you may travel thousands of miles a day. No one can say where you are. I don’t know. It’s the same in the world. It’s all born by karma and solitary when karma is scattered. This karmic relationship is constantly changing, and you can’t grasp it. You think that what you see around you is real, but in fact, you become more and more deluded until you can’t turn back. In the end, everything is empty, and there is nothing to gain, only the bitter taste of inexplicable reason." Po Meng glanced at Yang Jian who ignored him, and the expression on her face became more sad, not the relaxed and natural before.

Seeing her rare feeling, Cun Xin couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring, and blurted out: "I remember my third brother once said: 'There is no way to go, but karma is with you'. What he said is that what ordinary people see is false, but people don't realize it .”

"It's not just ordinary people!" Po Meng shook her head, "everything in the world, from mountains, rivers, lakes and seas to the gravel of the Ganges River, is like stars, shadows, illusions, dews, bubbles, electricity, clouds, and fog. Impermanence floats, and the dream turns into scum when you wake up." She turned her face to Cun Xin, but her eyes were on Yang Jian, before she finished speaking, Yang Jian said coldly: "Whether the dream is real or not, it has nothing to do with you. "

On the other hand, Po Meng did not back down, and retorted: "Really? Naturally, you have the final say here, but when you get out of here? You can also cover the sky with one hand?"

Cun Xin is used to the fight between the two of them, and has become used to it, but Yang Jian suddenly changed his face: "Since you know that I am the respect here, you should follow my heart. You must know that those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish. I can change the world." Tiao, can't you touch your little Meng Pozhuang?"

Granny Meng raised her legs and said with a sneer, "Your thoughts? You can't even see yourself clearly, and you still talk about your thoughts? Don't you remember what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said in the blood pool? If you can't keep it, you will always go. What you can't ask for must eventually..."

"It's full of nonsense, I don't know what it means!" Yang Jian suddenly scolded in a low voice, which shocked Cun Xin.She originally thought that Po Meng was just used to seeing life and death, so she sighed occasionally, but now hearing the two of them bickering like a charade, she became confused.The dragon girl was worried about the whereabouts of Yu Sinian and his wife, and she didn't want them to argue endlessly at this moment, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly interjected: "Please be patient for a while, now let's talk about business. Sir, they are now in the middle of the lake, and the sight here is blocked by thick fog, how can we know where they are going?"

Seeing Cun Xin's question, Granny Meng breathed out silently, a silver light flashed in her hand, there was an extra mirror, but it was the one Cun Xin saw in the room.She brushed the mirror with her sleeve, and sighed softly: "Am I talking nonsense?" The mirror showed a clear image of Meng Po, with a sickly blush on her pale cheeks. I don't know if it was because of the quarrel just now. And restless.

After all, she was a girl, and Po Meng couldn't help but licked her temples in front of the mirror, then stretched out her arms and held the mirror in the air.She stared straight at the mirror with piercing eyes, and murmured to herself: "If you can't cultivate the thoughts of impermanence, and you can't cultivate a pure heart, what can you do with a madman trying to escape?"

"Meng Po!" Yang Jian was furious, and pinched a formula in his hand, there was a faint sense of heaven and earth floating between his fingers, and thunder and lightning crackled.Cun Xin was taken aback, and hurriedly held his hand to persuade him: "What's wrong with you, she's just a little girl, and she deserves your bravado?" Yang Jian could only sigh when she pressed her finger, and let go. After the instructions, no more words.

Seeing him let go, Granny Meng put away her fear, pointed at the mirror nonchalantly and said, "Third Princess, don't you want to see Yu Si Nian? Here!" She pointed her fingertips at the mirror, and the mirror suddenly shone brightly. Thousands of dazzling rays of light emerged from the mirror, stopped for a moment, and then all shrank back, as if there was something desperately chasing after them, they scrambled to retreat into the mirror, circling and intertwining, weaving a dazzling net.The net floated and churned, and gradually spread into a whole piece. In the silvery and silvery background, Yu Sinian and Lu Shaoyin's silhouettes followed each other.