Xie Fanjing raised his head and looked at Baizhu, listening to him talk about Dragon Palace, his own mental methods, flying swords, and everything he encountered after the two separated.

"so."

After a long time, the little monk, who was somewhat thirsty, finally stopped talking. He leaned down slightly and spoke to Xie Fanjing.

"I am Baizhu."

She heard the little monk in white smile and speak.

That face.

That face...

Something seemed to explode inside his head, and countless tides rumbled, pressing in from all directions.

Xie Fanjing groaned and staggered back a few steps. She looked at Baizhu intently, her eye circles turning slightly red.

At this moment, Bai Shu was shocked to see that between Xie Fanjing's brows, strands of golden thread slowly outlined a lotus.

At this time, a golden lotus quietly emerged from between Bai Zhu's eyebrows.

He looked at the golden lotus, his consciousness suddenly blurred, and his mind suddenly lost.

At the moment when Baizhu Yuanshen sank, Niwan Palace briefly fell into coma.

Some memories, like silent tides in the darkness, quietly come up.

It quietly spreads up the embankment, with a long and moist breath, slowly and firmly, bit by bit, completely engulfing Atractylodes, leaving nothing behind.

It felt like something exploded in my head, and countless buzzing sounds rushed in from my ears.

Among those mixed memories, some of the first ones are slowly becoming clear——

That's a restaurant.

Looking down from upstairs, all kinds of oil-paper umbrellas filled the bluestone pavement. The swirling water splashes shattered on the umbrellas. A light mist rose from the ground, and raindrops hung from the eaves of each house.

curtain.

It seems that the showers have stopped for the first time. After the rain, the small town seems to have been washed away. The skylight under the dusk is soft and bright, and the shining water drops floating into the house are dotted. Several shops facing the river have opened their doors early.

Lanterns were hung up, and the warm orange light was clearly reflected in the water.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is ignorance."

Bai Zhu couldn't see the speaker, but heard his voice.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Faintly, Bai Zhu heard another voice, that of a girl.

She muttered softly, pretending not to care in her tone.

"Of course it has something to do with it." The monk smiled helplessly: "The girl has been following the poor monk from Jingang Temple to this restaurant for half a month."

"That's the way to go!"

"Amitabha……"

"I want to eat that, that, and that!"

"girl?"

"You met a bandit. If I hadn't saved you, you would have become a dead monk!" The girl's voice said confidently: "Isn't it right to treat your savior to a meal?"

"Amitabha……"

The conversation in the restaurant was still going on. Baizhu saw clearly the dim sky and the drizzle slanting into the small flower window. The warm light outside the restaurant was like small orange lamps. Even the little halo of light was dim outside the window.

In the rain.

But no matter how hard he tried and how hard he opened his eyes, he could still not clearly see the faces of the two people.

An old man with a white beard, a thin man with a yellow face, a wealthy businessman with a big belly, a barefoot man wearing a bamboo hat... He could clearly see the faces of everyone in this restaurant.

But the only thing he didn't see was the appearance of the monk and the girl.

At this time, another voice came from the restaurant.

"Hey, little monk." The girl's voice was unclear: "Are you a monk from the Vajra Temple?"

"Um."

"It's amazing!"

"Not great." The monk chuckled softly.

"What are you doing out there?"

"My master Guang Hui wants to learn from the scriptures of the three religions and the best of hundreds of schools of thought to create a great martial arts school that is unprecedented and unprecedented."

The monk answered honestly: "Master and I went out together to observe the world so as to increase our knowledge and prepare for the creation of a great martial arts school."

"Is your master Guanghui an elder of the Holy Land?"

"Um."

"It's amazing!"

"Yeah!" The monk nodded heavily and agreed.

King Kong Temple Guanghui?

Is that martial arts the Red Dragon Heart Sutra?

While Baizhu was thinking, his heart suddenly sank. Everything in front of him faded instantly, like an ink painting thrown into a pool. Even the sound was inaudible, as if it was waiting to be heard from a very long distance away.

By the time I reached my ear, it was as thin as a mosquito.

Everything disappeared in an instant, the restaurant, the drizzle, the lanterns and the warm light.

Even the voices of the monks and girls disappeared.

In an instant, Bai Zhu's consciousness fell into boundless darkness again.

When he saw clearly again, everything in front of him had changed.

river--

In front of me is a river.

Someone set off fireworks on the other side of the river, the bright light trailing a long flame tail, and the broken circular surface lit up again the moment after it went out.

There is a row of shelves on the river bank. Children carry lanterns and circle around the shelves. The black river water is briefly illuminated by the light, and green water plants and duckweeds float quietly in the undercurrent of the river.

"It's so beautiful."

At the moment when the flames rose, Bai Shu heard the monk sigh lowly.

"Have you never seen fireworks?" After the monk's voice sounded, the girl asked in confusion.

"No, I have been living in the temple." The monk smiled and said, "You can't see fireworks in the temple."

"How pitiful." The girl murmured: "Someone comes to set off fireworks every day here at Xiaosu River. I will take you to see them every day from now on!"

"Okay..." After a long silence, Bai Shu heard the monk speak softly.

The flames illuminated everything, and amid the thunderous roar, the monk's lips moved slightly.

Bai Zhu just heard him utter the first syllable.

At this time, in the Niwan Palace, the soul that was attracted by the golden lotus suddenly woke up!

Everything in front of me is shattering, everything is disappearing.

In an instant, Bai Zhu's consciousness returned to clarity.

He took two steps back in shock and looked around blankly.

There were no restaurants, no fireworks, and in front of us was still the vast snowfield of Fengshan Temple.

Ignorance...

Why?

What is golden lotus?

Me, who am I?!

Bai Shu's hands trembled slightly, and he could hardly hold the Taoist crown in his hands.

In the snow, the golden lotus between Xie Fanjing's eyebrows had long since disappeared, as if it had never been born.

The little girl looked at Baizhu, whose hands were trembling slightly, lowered her head, and stumbled forward a few steps.

And Bai Shu’s real body is thousands of miles away in Tongjiang...

She tried her best to open her arms, but she only hugged an empty shadow.

Looking at that little figure, she buried her head in her chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, like a cat whose fur was soaked by cold water and could only meow softly.

Baizhu suddenly came to his senses, his heart felt inexplicably astringent, and a sour taste filled his nose.

"Amitabha, you have grown taller now."
Chapter completed!