"Remember as much as you can remember."
Su Sifang sat up from the bed and recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".
Sang Tong closed his eyes in despair: "Do you know why I slept with you in a separate room these days?"
"Yeah... I forgot our anniversary."
"No, I don't want you to touch me."
"Tongtong, what are you talking about?"
"I was out for a walk the other day and stumbled upon an antique shop."
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"I saw something, a mahogany sword on the table, I asked the boss, why not hang it up, guess what the boss said?"
Su Sifang lowered her head and did not answer. The hair that grew out after returning to vulgarity blocked her eyes and concealed her expression.
Sang Tong stopped asking, and took out a sword from behind: "Look at this sword, is it familiar?"
Su Sifang raised his head, his face changed several times, and turned into a chuckle: "How did you find out?"
Sang Tong narrowed his eyes and gripped the mahogany sword tightly, but seeing this person who had lived with him for seven years, he didn't strike immediately.
"You are wonderful and smart. I underestimated you. I didn't expect that I, Sang Tong, would be in a painting, dreaming for ten years. This is your world. You can transform everything in the world, but you can't hide it. Something brought in from outside."
"Um... continue?"
"This mahogany sword was passed down to me by my master. It is the only one in the world. Ten years ago, I brought it into the painting and put it on the table at the entrance of the tea shop. Later, I overturned it in a fit of anger. Table, you took the opportunity to inject illusions into me, let me take a fake mahogany sword, and turned into Su Sifang again. Through touching, you obtained my past and brought me into a dream within a dream, but this mahogany sword , but you couldn’t make it disappear, and this sword is so powerful that you didn’t dare to touch it, so you simply turned into an antique shop in that place and kept it there.”
"With just a single sword, you have denied the whole world? I still underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to guess my ability."
"Up to now, I haven't made a complete conclusion. You are wrong. You are smart. In fact, I don't know how to recite the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". However, Su Sifang is a disciple of Tantra. Sanskrit…”
Sang Tong raised Su Sifang's chin with a mahogany sword: "Since you have been able to lie to me for ten years, you should be prudent in thinking about it. You shouldn't make up a set of scriptures and recite them to me, but simply read my past. There is no way to learn this scripture, say! Where did you learn it!"
Luo Ruyan turned her face away, waved her hand, and a mirror appeared beside the bed.
The figure of Mu Rong appeared inside: "Look, you have deliberately tried to drag her to the Special Incident Management Bureau to take your place, and never asked about their past and wishes, but when you got lost in the painting, she Don't you feel ashamed for offering to save you in the painting?"
"How do I know if this is an illusion you showed me?"
"The "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" is what I learned by touching Murong. You can kill me, kill me, and she will die with me."
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On the other hand, in the real world.
Li Jiaming and Bao Xiaoxuan walked in with two thermos buckets each.
The expressions of the two were slightly vicissitudes. Before they were rescued, they had already lived in the world in the painting for fifty years, almost completing the journey of their entire lives.
But he didn't think that everything was just a dream, that the plots that only appeared in movies would actually happen to them.
They have been out for seven days, their mental state has been in a trance, and they still have some doubts in their hearts: Is the world they are in at this time real
Hearing that Mu Rong and Sang Tong were trapped in the painting in order to save them, they were so moved that they would send meals to Sang Yu and Su Sifang every day.
"Master, this is a vegetarian meal specially made for you, Miss Sang, this is yours."
"Thanks."
Sang Yu took the thermos and put it on the table casually. She hardly closed her eyes these days, and kept guarding the ancient painting day and night.
She raised her hand, touched the pendant on her neck, and held the pendant firmly in her palm.
"Master Xiaofang, can you take them away for a while? I want to talk to Hua Yao."
Su Sifang clasped his hands together and pondered for a long time: "Please come out with me."
Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming left first, and Sang Yu said softly, "Brother Hao, can you go out too?"
Hao Jiefang's expression was a little weird, but he avoided it as he said.
Su Sifang closed the study door, and Sang Yu sighed softly: "Hua Yao, I want to make a deal with you."
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"Is there any last words?" Sang Tong pressed the mahogany sword against Luo Ruyan's heart.
Luo Ruyan showed the victor's expression: "You would rather sacrifice Mu Rong than kill me?"
Sang Tong snorted coldly: "If necessary, I can also die with you!"
Luo Ruyan waved his hand, and a door appeared behind Sang Tong: "Cultivator, remember what you did, and please remember today's choice, you go, I will let you out."
"What about Mu Rong?"
"I let her out too."
"Are you so kind?"
Luo Ruyan showed an inscrutable smile: "Will you go? If you don't go, the three of us will die together."
After finishing speaking, the whole world began to shake violently, and everything around became blurred.
Sang Tong put away the mahogany sword, glared at Luo Ruyan, and resolutely entered the Guangmen.
Just as Sang Yu fastened the buttons of her necklace, the ancient painting on the wall twisted twice, and Mu Rong and Sang Tong walked out of the painting one after the other.
"Sister Tongtong, Mu Rong!"
Sang Tong took a step back and looked at Sang Yu warily: "Don't touch me!"
"Sister Tongtong?"
"Where's Su Sifang? Call Su Sifang."
Sang Yu called Su Sifang, and Sang Tong tightened the mahogany sword in his hand: "Recite a section of "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" for me!"
The mysterious and solemn sound of Sanskrit chanting echoed in the room.
Sang Tong's legs went limp, and he fell face up on the ground with no image, his expression was exhausted, and his eyes were empty.
Ever since she came out of the world in the painting, Murong didn't say a word, she floated aside with her arms folded, her eyes never left Sang Yu for a moment.
In the world in the painting, Sang Yu and Ding Lei walked into the wedding hall, and Mu Rong also attended, as a bridesmaid.
Ding Lei is also from Sacheon. After Sang Yu got married, the parents of the two parties discussed and Sang Yu's parents sold the house in the northeast and went back to their hometown.
Before leaving, Sang Yu "returned" the childhood diary to Mu Rong, and she said, "If you miss me in the future, just read it."
At that moment, Mu Rong's nose was a little sore, she lowered her head, and took the diary, how much she wanted to ask Sang Yu: But, back then, didn't you say: Why did we separate
In the end, Mu Rong lived his whole life alone.
Sang Yu and Ding Lei gave birth to a pair of twin sons, and they lived a happy life. She would secretly look at Sang Yu's Weiqi, which contained many photos of their family of four.
Later, Sang Yu had grandchildren and grandchildren, and the last four generations lived together.
Unlike Sang Yu, Murong spent his later years in a nursing home, a desolate and desolate place.
Her favorite is the sycamore tree in the yard. Every autumn, when the leaves fall, she will ask the nurse to put a rattan chair under the tree, and sit on it all day.
Still later, she died.
I wonder if Sang Yu will be sad
After she died, the world in the painting collapsed, and she returned to the real world.
Even though Mu Rong knew that what she experienced was just an illusion, it was not easy to get out of it.
Sang Tong's primordial spirit returned to her place, and every time she moved, her body would make a "cracking" sound. She stood up with difficulty, staggered to the wall, recited a mantra of three mountains and five mountains, to prevent Luo Ruyan from escaping, and then tore off ancient painting.
"What are you doing!" Murong wanted to stop Sang Tong, but she was only out of her body right now, and she couldn't touch Sang Tong at all.
Without saying a word, Sang Tong walked to the altar, borrowed a bunch of Lihuo from the patriarch, and lit the ancient painting.
The veins on Mu Rong's neck were bulging, but no matter how she tried to persuade her, Sang Tong would not be moved.
Li Jiaming and his wife, Hao Jiefang, Su Sifang, Sang Yu, and everyone in the room, except for Mu Rong, no one stopped them.
Sang Yu watched the ancient painting turn into powder little by little, with a calm expression.
In a fit of anger, Murong came out through the wall, and Hao Jiefang chased him out.
Sang Tong wiped the sweat from her forehead, and exhaled heavily: she seems to have really come back, in the dream world, there will be no such clear tiredness and pain.
"How many years have you two been locked up by the painting demon?"
Sang Tong supported the divine case and turned around with difficulty.
"We... have lived our whole lives in the picture world."
Sang Tong saw that the two were in a trance, and he knew it in his heart: "Go back and think about it. When I recover, I will ask some helpers to perform the Sanqing sealing technique and seal my memory in the world in the painting. If you two are willing, you can also Come."
A gleam of light flashed in Bao Xiaoxuan's eyes: "Really? We are willing, I really can't bear it anymore, I always feel that this world is not real, it's going to drive us both crazy!"
Sang Tong nodded and ignored the two of them.
With slow steps, she moved to the front of Su Sifang step by step, raised her trembling hands with difficulty, and grabbed the skirt of Su Sifang's monk robe.
"Senior Sister Tong."
Hearing the familiar title, Sang Tong hooked the corners of his mouth, and there was some pain in the upward arc.
She raised her eyes, looked at Su Sifang seriously for a long time, resisted the pain all over her body, swung her arms round, and slapped Su Sifang.
With a bang, everyone was dumbfounded.
Sang Tong's body was still a little stiff, and the speed of waving his palm was very slow, so he could completely dodge it.
After beating Su Sifang, a cloudy tear fell from the corner of his eye, only Su Sifang saw it.
In the next second, Sang Tong felt a sharp pain in his heart, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.
The author has something to say: We, Sangyu, have to fully fire~
In fact, it's quite embarrassing, Sang Tong is going to seal the memory in the painting, do you think Murong will choose to seal it
I am going to steadily work hard in the direction of this book. Although the income is on the street, I am very happy to write every day~
Hehehe~ 1 million, are you ready