Yuzhen Building.
"Guest officer, go slowly!"
The acting shopkeeper fiddled with the golden abacus, cheerfully seeing off a guest, and when he looked up, he saw Zheng Wan, whom he hadn't seen for more than a month, walking briskly inside.
"Jinhuan Zhenjun, Rare Guest! Rare Guest!"
The acting shopkeeper hurriedly went up to greet him, and bowed his hands in salute.
"I'm here to find Shopkeeper Bai, is she here?"
The acting shopkeeper looked sad:
"At this time, the only one who comes to shopkeeper Bai is you, Zhenjun Jinhuan."
When Zheng Wan heard that his words were wrong, she hurriedly asked:
"What happened to Shopkeeper Bai?"
"Looking at it... it's only been a few days."
The acting shopkeeper sighed, "I told me this morning that I saw Rong Rong, and talked nonsense to the wall for a long time."
He is also considered a veteran in Yuzhen Building.
Shopkeeper Bai used to be a very good person, but if he said he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it, so it made people feel emotional.
"Go and report."
Zheng Wan said, "Let's just say, on behalf of Shopkeeper Bai's old friend... come and return something."
When she said this, she suddenly felt that her jaw was as heavy as lead, and her mouth was astringent.
"Just wait a moment, Zhenjun."
The acting shopkeeper summoned the waiter from the shop and asked him to serve him. As soon as he lifted his robe, he ran to the backyard. In less than a dozen breaths, he stumbled and stumbled, even tripping over the threshold.
Zheng Wan had a bad feeling, and before the acting shopkeeper could speak, a blue sky flashed, and he flashed to the backyard.
The red lacquered door opened in all directions, apparently the shopkeeper forgot to close it while he was still in shock.
Zheng Wan didn't think much, and the person had already entered the room.
The room was lit with ambergris, and the whole room, even the incense burner by the wall, gave off a dying air.
Zheng Wan saw the old man on the bed at a glance.
She curled up facing in, she could only see her sparse dry hair exposed outside the quilt, and the thin quilt could not cover her bony bones. Very thin, lying there quietly, as if not breathing.
"Bai... shopkeeper?"
Zheng Wan couldn't help lowering her voice.
Shopkeeper Bai lay motionless, like a skeleton without consciousness.
Just when Zheng Wan thought that she had already gone, the broken voice passed through the heavy air and reached his ears:
"It's... Jinhuan Zhenjun."
"I didn't expect that I would be able to see you when I returned an old bone."
"The treasurer..."
Zheng Wan had nothing to say.
When she walked to the couch, the hard object tightly held in her hand poked her soft palm, making her throat choked up, and she couldn't bear to say anything for a while.
On the contrary, Shopkeeper Bai smiled calmly:
"Come here, is that person...something to say."
She turned her head.
There was no anger on her face at all.
The eye sockets are completely sunken, and gray age spots are all over the whole face. Under the dim light, at first glance, it looks like a rotting corpse.
Zheng Wan was taken aback.
She clenched her palms and spread them out again:
"Yes. Master said, return the property to its original owner."
The yellow longevity lock, and the rope that has faded to almost gray and brown lie on her snow-white palm.
The unbearable look in the eyes of the young female cultivator made shopkeeper Bai laugh silently.
She opened her shriveled mouth, and let out a breathy sound of "ho ho ho", and said after a while:
"Your master, you still have this dog temper."
Shopkeeper Bai moved, his skinny fingertips reached the rope, pulled it, and with a "snap", the longevity lock fell on the floor and rolled.
Zheng Wan quickly picked it up and handed it to her open palm. Shopkeeper Bai clasped it together, put the hand with the longevity lock on his chest, and said after a while:
"Zhenjun's dao name is very good.
People are floating in the world, why not have fun? It's still true that you can see it. "
Zheng Wan was silent.
She asked herself, Zheng Wan, can you take it easy
Worried and apprehensive, afraid that the road ahead will be difficult to understand, afraid that love will not last long, so they shrink back.
No, she's just a vulgar thing.
She can't see it.
"There are eight hardships in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, long-term resentment, not being able to ask, not letting go... I have tasted it all in this life."
Shopkeeper Bai lowered his voice.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Only the incense burner by the wall exudes a gloomy aroma.
Zheng Wan subconsciously reached out and touched her nose, but luckily, she was still alive.
She withdrew her hand.
Shopkeeper Bai's eyes widened suddenly, and her gaze went straight through her, through the empty room, and into the distance.
There was a thin light through the window and shone in.
"Rongrong, Rongrong, you're here to see Auntie, haven't you?"
She held out her hand tremblingly.
The longevity lock fell to the edge of the bed with a "click", rolled, and fell to the ground.
Zheng Wan leaned over to pick it up, and when she straightened up, shopkeeper Bai suddenly smiled.
The skinny and sallow face stretched out, mixed with sweet honey, like a 28-year-old girl who just fell in love:
"Xiu Lang, Xiu Lang, you are here..."
Zheng Wan suddenly remembered eight words:
Back to the light, unable to return to heaven.
She didn't say anything to break Shopkeeper Bai's delusion.
Shopkeeper Bai's outstretched hands kept shaking in the air, but only found a piece of air. She looked at her hands blankly:
"Xiu... Lang?"
Those turbid eyes shrouded in the shadow of death blinked, and suddenly became clear, Shopkeeper Bai laughed:
"It seems that until I die, God will not allow me to fulfill my wish, that's all, that's all."
"True Monarch?"
"Please tell me, shopkeeper."
"That Daojun, is Zhenjun's beloved?" Before Zheng Wan could answer, Shopkeeper Bai actually hummed a song that was popular in the market recently, "Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, so sad..."
"True Lord, don't want to be like me..."
Zheng Wan pursed her lips tightly.
"How happy it was at that time. He said to my eyes, 'Qingqing is like the moon in the sky, and the brocade in the clouds, he will cherish the treasure of love'. Then he said, 'Qingqing is the moon in the sky, the flower in the clouds , elusive, '...he painted for me, planted peach forests for me, tied thrush hair for me, cut through thorns and thorns... "
"Xiu Lang, Xiu Lang, Yu Niang... miss you."
Shopkeeper Bai gradually closed his eyes.
Zheng Wan stood quietly. At this moment, the world is so clearly divided. With the bed as the boundary, one side is life, and the other side is death.
"Kangdang—"
There was a wind blowing, the door swayed, hit the threshold, and made a loud noise.
Zheng Wan woke up like a dream.
"Treasurer Bai..."
The acting shopkeeper stepped in.
"Gone."
Zheng Wan turned around.
The acting shopkeeper stopped suddenly.
He looked at the young female cultivator, her face was calm, her eyes were clean and clear, she didn't feel any great grief, her complexion was slightly pale, which was comparable to the wall beside her.
"My condolences on behalf of the shopkeeper."
"There is no need to be sad." The acting shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "If you live like this, you will be clean when you die."
He flicked his sleeves, walked to the antique rack beside him, and took out a square red sandalwood box from the rack, with words engraved on the box: My daughter Bai Rong.
Zheng Wan watched as the acting shopkeeper took the box, came to the bed, and respectfully put the box on the round table next to the bed.
"On behalf of the treasurer, this is..."
"Treasurer Bai left a message, saying that there is no need for a burial, and he will be burned to ashes and scattered in the world. It is good to be free. And Bai Rong, if someone comes to pick it up, he will leave it. If there is no one, he will also disperse with her."
Zheng Wan put the longevity lock in her palm on the sandalwood box.
A fireball popped out of the acting shopkeeper's fingertips, and the fireball landed on the floor, igniting all the quilts and quilts in a flash. The red flames jumped up to a height of one foot, and within a short while, the whole room was illuminated red.
Zheng Wan didn't retreat, listening to the "sizzling" sound made by the tongue of fire licking the human body, like raw meat rolling over a pan of oil, it made people vomit.
She looked at it without blinking, and let herself remember the face soaked in suffering and regret, withered and yellow to charred black, the skin and flesh were burned through, leaving only a gray skeleton.
The bone frame that had been drained of blood could not even maintain its white color, and after a while, it gradually softened, and was blown by a slight breeze, and turned into ashes.
The fly ash swirled and settled on the bluestone floor.
"Did the acting shopkeeper help in the kitchen before?"
Zheng Wan's voice was hoarse.
Under his control, the fire did not spread beyond the range of the bed at all, and even the round tables beside the bed remained as they were.
"yes."
With a flick of his long sleeve, the acting shopkeeper scattered the ashes on the ground.
The wind blows, blowing these ash and flying out of the window, flying over the grass, over the eaves, over the city, and rushing to the sky, and sprinkled some on the ground.
Zheng Wan withdrew her soul consciousness.
This freedom after death is just a delusion of the weak to appease themselves, and it is of no use at all.
she thinks.
The acting shopkeeper carried the sandalwood box back into his arms, Zheng Wan glanced at the longevity lock on it, and suddenly said:
"This longevity lock, can you give me?"
At this time, the gate outside the small courtyard opened from the outside with a bang.
A purple figure swept in like a whirlwind:
"Where's Bai Yu?!"
Zheng Wan looked up, only saw a face without sadness or joy, it was the master who came, he didn't seem to be able to make an expression, only a pair of eyes were three points confused and seven points perplexed, and asked her:
"Where's Bai Yu?!"
Acting treasurer:
"died.
Zixiu: "Dead?"
Acting shopkeeper: "Yes, he died, his bones and ashes were scattered in the world."
"Hahaha, it's really dead, and it's easy to die!"
Zixiu opened her arms and laughed loudly.
His narrow and charming eyes narrowed into sweet crescent moons, and tears came out of his smile. He wiped it, laughed loudly and walked out. Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, a bundle of yuan power wrapped in a sandalwood box and a long life lock rolled over.
"Wh-"
The acting shopkeeper wanted to chase him out, but Zheng Wan stopped him by raising his hand.
"No need to chase."
"Can-"
The acting shopkeeper glanced at Zheng Wan and suddenly understood.
This is the person Shopkeeper Bai wants to wait for.
"I go."
Zheng Wan made a flash in the sky, and the person had already left the Yuzhen Building, but before he went down the steps, he stopped suddenly.
Under the steps, three feet away, a seven-foot man in a purple robe and a high crown, holding a small red sandalwood box, did not move.
"Master..."
she said.
Zixiu did not look back:
"She...does she have a last word?"
"Treasurer Bai said that it was too late for her to regret it."
Zixiu stepped out.
Zheng Wan chased out:
"She also said that she has already tasted all the eight hardships in life."
two steps.
"She finally said, 'Xiu Lang, Yu Niang misses you.'"
three steps.
Thousands of feet of blue silk have turned into snow.
Zheng Wan stopped, covered her mouth suddenly, and watched in disbelief that Master's well-maintained black hair instantly turned into white snow.
The delicate silver crown fell on the snow-like long hair, shining brightly.
"knew."
Taoist Zixiu stepped out, and his figure had already blended into the bustling crowd, and he could not be found again.
Zheng Wan stood on the spot for a while, and a surging tide of emotions that she didn't know came from but was completely irresistible seized her in an instant, making her unable to wait for a moment.
Zheng Wan shook her hands and took out the sound transmission jade charm from the storage bracelet:
"Cui Wang, Cui Wang, where are you?"
She was crying.
It was quickly connected over there, and the cold jade-like voice came:
"Wanwan, what's wrong?"
Just hearing this "Wan Wan", Zheng Wan cried out disregarding her image, she was out of breath:
"Cui Wang, come here, can you come here?"
"I miss you."
Cui Wang landed next to her almost in an instant.
Seeing that she was intact, the frowning brows were slightly loosened, and they were instantly wrinkled again:
"What's the matter, Wanwan?"
He wiped her tears with his soft fingertips.
"good."
Zheng Wan rushed into his arms sullenly.
"kindness?"
"Cui Wang, I agree."
She was sobbing, but she was firm, "We will get married, and we will hold a double cultivation ceremony."
No matter the future, just seek the present.
Have fun now.
Zheng Wan's heart relaxed, and she only heard a soft "boo", as if something was suddenly pierced, making her supernatural and wise, without any constraints.
A hurricane formed by Yuan force poured down from the Baihui point on the top of her head, and Zheng Wan stood there unconsciously.
Cui Wang took a step back, frowned and looked at the long street full of people coming and going, and only had time to drop three high-level gathering arrays and two protective arrays at Zheng Wan's feet, while the hidden arrays have been frequently used in recent times. In use, it is sold out.
The monks outside the Yuzhen Building suddenly stopped.
Looking for the source of the great change of Yuanli, but found that the whirlpool of Yuanli above the head of a woman in green clothes under the steps of Yuzhen Tower was getting bigger and bigger, and couldn't help but said in surprise:
"It's an epiphany?! It's still a realm of knowledge!"
As we all know, the higher the level of cultivation, the lower the chance of epiphany.
And this person can also achieve epiphany in such a noisy place, which shows that his comprehension is excellent.
"Walk, walk, get closer, maybe you can understand something!"
The monks swarmed over.
But when his sight touched the white-robed sword cultivator standing beside the green-clothed woman holding a sword, he didn't dare to move forward.
What a joke, that is the Liwei Taoist Lord who is like thunder in the entire Xuancang world!
Look at the sword in that hand, it is as light as a startled bird, pure and fierce, and it still has the sword intent not to allow anyone to approach.
The monks with swords in their hands trembled because of the fighting spirit and might of the opponent.
"Daoist Li Wei is protecting the law for others."
"The person who realized the epiphany will not be Yuqingmen..."
"Stay back, back away, the sword of Taoist Li Wei will not tolerate people."
Everyone shied away, but they were reluctant to leave, they just lingered nearby.
It took Zheng Wan a day and a night to realize this epiphany, and when she opened her eyes, she realized that her cultivation had broken through to the late stage of the micro-knowledge state, approaching Dzogchen.
"I… "
Breakthrough again
"Wan Wan," Cui Wang said with deep eyes, "Suppress your cultivation, and don't break through the realm of innocence before I get the second volume of "Mo Xu Jing"."
The energy obtained in this way still needs to be sorted out by the corresponding exercises in the "Mo Xu Jing", otherwise, her exercises will be missing a piece.
Zheng Wan is both proud and helpless:
Others can't wait to break through from time to time, but she, because the speed of cultivation is too fast, has to work hard to suppress herself, not too fast.
What a sweet and painful burden.
"Got it." She only remembered what happened before the epiphany, and asked Cui Wang, "What do you think of my proposal before?"
"It's an honor and a great welcome."
Cui Wang pinched her nose, and Zheng Wan realized that his snow-white cuffs were stained with blood, which was particularly eye-catching.
She grabbed his sleeve:
"How did this happen?"
Cui Wang withdrew his hand lightly, and brushed her away:
"not mine."
"Then whose?"
"Coward."
The author has something to say: Wang Zai: This is not the only hard part.
Miss Wan: Fall!