Lord Karma was completely stunned.
How many people are trapped in the door of right and wrong and cause and effect, unable to get out
Now she was told to hear such a sentence.
Xie Buchen's figure had turned into a part of the endless karma fire, and it was no longer possible to tell which was him and which was the karma fire.
Or maybe, he is the karma fire of Jianchou.
She was enveloped in the karmic fire and seemed unable to break free. Only her eyes seemed to have seen through the changes in the world long ago, and they remained calm and composed, with changing moods.
A faint green outline appeared in the void.
Seeing the sorrowful gaze, he moved away.
At that moment, Lord Karma saw Jianchou's smile.
The endless karmic fire suddenly became smaller, gradually receded, and condensed into tiny fishing lights on the river surface.
A small boat also reappeared at Jianchou's feet.
But Xie Buchen was not in this scene.
"Ahem..."
A few coughs were faintly heard from the boat's awning; they were suppressed and sounded as if someone was unconscious.
Jianchou stood on the old boat, looking coldly into the boat.
But at the same time as she heard the voice, a figure walked out of her body, like another her, suddenly walked out from where she was standing, with a look of worry and anxiety on her face, and quickly entered the boat awning.
There was a figure lying on its side in the awning, curled up in the small space.
The slightly damp quilt wrapped around his body, and Xie Buchen's pale face was so obvious in the darkness.
Qingjun's brows were furrowed, but he didn't wake up, he was just coughing.
"Jianchou" squatted down, touched his forehead, and some hidden tears appeared in his eyes.
"Still burning..."
We have to go get some clean water. It's not a good idea to keep burning like this.
She wanted to withdraw her hand immediately, but unexpectedly, a hand suddenly stretched out and held her tightly. The scorching palm burned her so much that she could not move.
The tightly closed eyes opened, the feeling of fatigue and illness did not disappear, but there was a little smile in the eyes.
He pulled her back with force, causing her to fall towards him.
"Seeing sorrow..."
Whispering sound.
"you… "
Jianchou was held in his arms, his pointed chin resting on her warm neck. She could clearly feel the hot temperature on Xie Buchen's cheek, as if a stove was holding her.
He didn't say anything else, but just drooped his eyelids heavily, as if he knew nothing.
Jianchou was standing outside the boat, and the other her started to get busy, as if she was not noticed at all.
Slowly pushing away Xie Buchen's hand, she stood up, walked outside, fetched clean water from the kettle, wrung out a wet silk towel and placed it on his forehead. She stayed with him for the entire night, and only when she saw that his fever had subsided did she paddle the boat at dawn and head towards the fishing boat not far away.
She went from house to house, using her meager savings to buy what she needed.
There were some fresh fish that were still lively, and some worn-out pots and pans, which she washed and cleaned one by one, and carefully boiled a pot of fish soup that was not very delicate.
She was obviously weak and tired, but she only tasted two mouthfuls of the fish soup before bringing it into the boat tent.
…
It is clearly a scene of worldly life.
Above Kunwu, the people watching were a little confused.
Who is she caring for and why
Is this the experience of Senior Sister Yashan before she embarked on the path of cultivation
…
Not only did the doubts not decrease, they even increased.
Wu Duan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but take a breath.
It feels familiar at first sight.
When the man put his hand into the river, a picture rushed out of Wu Duan's mind -
That was in the middle of the Jiutou River, and Xie Buchen used the river flow as a sword!
Who else could it be
Who else
Wu Duan already had a creepy feeling, but he was not sure: No one knew what happened in the six doors of right and wrong cause and effect, it could be the past, or it could be the future...
Doubtful and unsure, Wu Duan finally couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Zhenren Hengxu who was still standing on the steps of the Hall of All Heavens.
A flash of lightning suddenly came from far away, crackling, and flew towards Zhenren Hengxu.
Many people around looked over in surprise.
Lei Xin.
Fudaoshanren glanced at him and said calmly, "You Kunwu disciples are becoming more and more ignorant. You dared to send a thunder letter to you. You really want to die..."
Elder Kunwu, who was nearby, heard what happened and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Fudao Shanren.
I don’t know who sent the thunder letter to the Great Hall of the Heavens, and it almost caused a huge explosion.
Now you still have the nerve to criticize others!
Zhenren Hengxu himself didn't mind it. He just crushed the small electric snake in his hand, and Thunder Sign took shape in an instant.
The content of the letter became clear to me.
only…
After reading it, his face couldn't help but darken, with a frosty solemnity.
At the same time, a large number of thunder signals flew over from the sky.
The scene is magnificent!
Because of Zuo Sanqian's small meeting, almost all the leaders and elders of all the major sects in the Central Region were here. At this moment, countless thunder letters flew to different people, some early and some late.
In the moment when Lei Xin was crushed, countless people's faces changed drastically!
Most of the Jianzhu Sect, a medium-sized sect in the Central Region, were slaughtered, leaving only a few survivors!
The murderer with a sword is Qu Zhengfeng from Yashan!
For a moment, the entire Yunhai Square fell into deathly silence.
The others were shocked by the scene and began to whisper to each other.
Among the crowd, a monk in white robes couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
There was a hint of handsomeness between his brows, giving people a sense of masculinity.
His right eyebrow was tinged with gray. He was Pei Qian, the cultivator from the Northern Territory whom Jianchou and the others had met by chance in Feitian Town before.
Seeing that everyone around was shocked, they started talking about it.
He listened attentively for a while and noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at Fudaoshanren vaguely, and he began to have a guess in his mind.
well…
The Central Region is such a troubled place.
Pei Qian pondered for a moment, looked around quietly, and saw the disciples of Yashan gathered not far away.
With a flip of his hand, a Qiankun bag was already hooked between his fingers.
With a flash of his body, he turned into a gust of wind and went towards the people from Yashan who were still chatting and laughing.
Qi Shaofeng, the son of Elder Qi of Yashan, looked at the situation in front of him and blinked in confusion.
Yan Chensha stood beside him, fiddling with the flute in his hand, his brows furrowed. Just as he was about to speak, a shadow suddenly rolled over from the front: "Who is it?"
He shouted and was about to attack.
Unexpectedly, the shadow just flashed past Qi Shaofeng and then disappeared.
"Huh?"
Qi Shaofeng was a little startled, and felt as if something was stuffed in his hand. He looked down and found that it was actually a Qiankun bag. It looked ordinary, but the mouth of the bag was tied tightly, and there was no mark of spiritual consciousness. It was actually an ownerless object.
"What's this?"
He became puzzled and hesitated whether to open it and take a look.
Yan Chensha had already disappeared, and was obviously chasing after that afterimage.
only…
In a corner, Tang Buye, who was staring at the six doors of right and wrong cause and effect, suddenly seemed to sense something. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He looked back in an instant, and then jumped without hesitation!
After searching for more than half a year, I didn’t expect that after searching everywhere, I would find it without any effort!
If that isn't the traitor Pei Qian, then who could it be
Tang Buye suddenly sneered, no longer caring about watching the excitement, and directly turned into an arc and flew into the distance...
At this moment, above the western gate, the almost vast melon field scene suddenly disappeared.
Above the giant gate, there was a flash of light.
Still wearing the fur coat and barefoot, Xiao Jin actually walked out of the huge gate.
The shadow of a huge watermelon slowly emerged from the side of the giant door, and as Xiao Jin took steps, it gradually solidified. Then it was suddenly pulled out from the door and appeared out of thin air two meters above Xiao Jin's head.
That's a...
The huge watermelon actually has two eyes and a small mouth on it!
"Shit, what is that?"
"Is this his phantom?"
"Oh my god, this can't be a watermelon spirit..."
…
The atmosphere above the entire Kunwu was originally a little strange and heavy, but the moment this big watermelon appeared, the elders who had been practicing for a long time began to twitch their mouths, and no matter how complicated the thoughts in their minds were, they disappeared completely at this moment!
Xiao Jin also raised his head and looked curiously at the big watermelon above his head.
It only has eyes and a mouth, but no hands or feet.
"Oh my god... what a big watermelon..."
The huge "watermelon spirit" turned its huge body in mid-air and glanced down at him condescendingly.
"Pooh!"
The lips twisted and the mouth opened.
Puff puff!
A bunch of black watermelon seeds suddenly spewed out from the huge mouth and fell on Xiao Jin like a rainstorm, making him scream!
"Oh my god! This is so scary!"
Xiao Jin never expected that the cute big watermelon would become like this. When he looked carefully, he found that the big watermelon's eyes shifted and it was looking at him again.
At that moment, the hairs on his back stood up, he let out a strange cry, and started to run for his life without hesitation!
Big Watermelon turned around and chased after him.
"… "
"… "
Above Kunwu, countless people slowly turned their indescribable gazes towards Fudaoshanren.
Fudao Shanren nearly choked on the chicken leg. When he looked again, he saw that Zhenren Lian Hengxu was looking at him.
He swallowed his saliva, rolled his eyes to the sky, and explained with a cough: "This... I guess he eats too much watermelon on a daily basis, so this watermelon spirit on his head is his retribution..."
Is this ok
Many people were so angry at his explanation that they felt dizzy.
The first person who walked out of the door turned out to be a big watermelon. I wonder what happened to the others...
Suddenly, some people started to worry about the five people still inside the door.
In the east, there is the door of cause and effect of Jianchou.
The boat went down the river and traveled a long way.
One "Jianchou" is on the boat, and the other one is always watching coldly.
On the way to escape, they met all kinds of weird people.
Once, because she had run out of money, "Jianchou" pawned the only jewelry she had on her body, as well as the jade pendant given by the old lady. She also went to help fishermen along the coast for a few grains of rice, learned how to weave nets, and even caught fish herself.
She had also fought wits and courage with the peddlers along the river, obtained the herbs needed for treatment from the gangsters of the salt gang, and also put a pair of scissors across her neck to drive away the covetous playboys...
…
It seems that everything is not in vain.
Because everything seems to have a perfect ending.
Xie Buchen finally woke up.
He took her and soon found a remote place where there were still people who were not implicated by the Xie family. He changed his name and married her, and everything seemed to calm down...
The village with a big banyan tree is called the Ancient Banyan Village.
Hanging on the tree are red ropes, red cloths or red silks, both new and old, as well as some small blessing packets. The whole banyan tree is covered with dense green shade, and the red dots are blown by the wind and float in the air, bringing a sense of tranquility and simple peace.
"Jianchou" stood under the tree, looking at the old tree with a rare joyful look.
The gentle breeze caressed her cheeks, and the sunlight, cut into pieces by the branches, spread on the ground and on her body, making her look full of tranquility and gentleness.
This is it, right
She put her hands together and prayed like an ordinary believer in the world.
Xie Buchen was standing beside her, covered in dust from the long journey, and he also looked up.
But no one saw the indescribable look in his eyes.
Also under this tree, Jianchou also looked up.
Full of branches.
Strips of red silk represent the beautiful wishes of countless people.
"Please put up your silver lock as well."
When leaving the village, passing by this old tree, Fudaoshanren said this.
At this moment, my mind flickered slightly.
Seeing sorrow, I felt like I had returned to the past.
As if he sensed something, "Jianchou", who was standing under the tree with his hands clasped together, suddenly turned his head towards where she was standing.
then…
Her past and her present, looking into each other's eyes.
In the past, she had a bit of confusion and surprise in her eyes.
Taking a step forward, she seemed to be walking towards her.
Jianchou suddenly remembered the "she" who walked out of her body when they were on the boat just now.
Seeing her walking closer step by step, as if she was about to return to her body, Jianchou suddenly laughed and shook his head.
Those who left me...
Yesterday cannot be retained.
"brush."
Under her surprised gaze, Jianchou drew out the ghost axe and slashed it in front of him.
A huge crack suddenly appeared on the flat ground, as clear as the boundary between Chu and Han.
At this moment, everyone on Kunwu was horrified.
Break away from the past!
A chasm, a natural barrier.
The crack gradually widened.
The village was suddenly split in two.
Today's Jianchou stands on this side, and yesterday's Jianchou stands on that side.
She stared at her and she stared back at her.
One had a look of confusion and doubt, the other had a look of indifference and calmness.
One is dressed in plain clothes, without any pendants, with a heart full of expectations and yearnings for life, so beautiful that people are reluctant to break it; the other is dressed in moon-white, holding a ferocious giant axe in his hand, his heart has gradually become as calm as calm water.
…
Su Dan's lips slowly curled up.
Under the gaze of the Jianchou of the past, the Jianchou of today turned around and left, as calm and light as the wind.
Separated by the chasm, she could only watch from afar in the past, but could never cross it again.
The roads in the small mountain village are as simple as ever.
But the moment Jianchou turned around and took the first step, the long road under her feet suddenly turned into a huge, old bamboo slip spread out. One word after another, carved with a knife, slowly formed under her feet as she took steps, recording the road she had walked.
The road ahead was blank, and there was not a single word on the bamboo slips.
It’s like the future is just around the corner, waiting for her footsteps, waiting for her writing.
…
Countless scenes appeared on both sides of the long bamboo path like a kaleidoscope of images, and quickly flashed away.
It is the big banyan tree in the small mountain village, the lonely new grave in the rain, and the tombstone that has fallen to the ground and is covered with mud...
It is the light running wildly outside the hidden gate of Qingfeng Temple, the figure of Fudao Mountain Man standing with a sword in hand, and the silhouette of the boundless West Sea...
It was Nie Xiaowan holding her hand tightly, it was Tao Zhang covering one eye, it was Zhang Sui carrying a sheathed long sword, it was the mayfly flying in the cold night...
It is the nine heavy celestial monuments on the bank of the West Sea, the long cableway of Yashan, and the faces of countless Yashan fellow disciples...
There were also endless voices flashing past her ears.
As Jianchou walked forward step by step, she could slowly see clearly the deep green figure standing at the end. The blurry face of Lord Yin and Yang was still unclear, but he was looking at her with a very strange smile on his face.
"mother."
A childish cry, with infinite innocence and ignorance, suddenly appeared behind Jianchou.
Suddenly, a ball of light emerged from the words engraved with the carving knife, and soon turned into a little baby with red lips and white teeth. The baby waved his chubby little hands and looked at the figure of Jianchou walking ahead, with endless longing in his eyes.
"Mother, mother..."
He stumbled towards Jianchou and stretched out his hand as if wanting to hold his mother's hand.
At this moment, there was suddenly a hint of sadness in Jianchou's eyes.
Keep
Walk
After a flash of struggle, the child finally ran up and happily grabbed one of Jianchou's fingers with his little hand: "Mom!"
It's the voice of a child, soft and sweet.
It was a child's palm, so soft and tender that one was reluctant to struggle open it for fear of hurting him.
This feeling was so strange that Jianchou was in a trance for a moment.
The little hand was holding her little finger, somewhat weakly.
A red rope was wrapped twice and tied around his wrist, with a small silver lock hanging below, swinging gently.
At that moment, Jianchou could hardly control himself and was about to turn back.
But-
How can I look back
How dare I look back
That was the past she had cut off, the past she could not look back on.
Suddenly, tears fell like rain.
She felt like a thousand knives were cutting her heart, but she just closed her eyes, broke free from the almost powerless little hand, and strode forward.
New words appeared on the blank bamboo slips, engraving a new chapter.
Behind him, there was a trembling and helpless cry.
"Mother, mother..."
"My mother doesn't want me anymore..."
"Wait, wait..."
"mother-"
"Wow..."
…
It was like suddenly falling to the ground, and then burst into heart-wrenching tears.
Her heart suddenly became numb the moment the crying sounded.
The sigh of Lord Karma passed through the seemingly endless bamboo path and fell into Jianchou's ears.
"Is your blood cold?"
Jianchou didn't answer, with tears still on her face, she just raised her hand and wiped them clean.
cold
No, the blood flowing in her body was so hot that it burned her so much that she could hardly take a step and could not finish the long road ahead.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Karma Daojun spoke again: "That's your child, your flesh and blood, don't you even turn around to take a look?"
"Does the Taoist have the power to reverse life and death and reverse reincarnation?"
Jianchou raised his head and looked at her.
"… "
There was a sudden silence. After a long while, Karma Daojun finally answered, "No."
"So how can such endless illusions be worth my looking back?"
Jianchou murmured softly, as if trying to convince himself with these words.
If one day she really gets a glimpse of true hope, she will go crazy.
But now...
Why let the past hold you back
"I have all the hatred and resentment I deserve. But in my heart, there are no ghosts and monsters that I have experienced along the way."
In the past, she still stood on the other side of the time gap, unable to cross this terrifying chasm.
She watched her moving forward with an inexplicable look, as if it was a blessing, or a prayer, and also a deep pity, but it was unclear whether it was pity for her or for herself.
Then, a new gate suddenly appeared on the long road.
The Taoist Master of Karma was standing in front of the door, watching her gradually approaching. All of a sudden, the only thing he remembered was this sentence: Where did this misunderstanding come from, Taoist Master, that you actually thought I was a coward
She is not a coward, she is a hero.
I saw that sorrow had arrived at the door.
Under the gaze of Lord Karma, she looked at the huge gate. As if sensing her gaze, the originally dim black gate suddenly changed, half turning into cold pure black and the other half emitting brilliant golden light.
The voice of Lord Karma rang in her ears: "In your world, there is no other choice."
Cut off the past and separate the present and the past.
Her world only has the future.