I'm not a fairy 1: Breaking the dust and never thinking

Chapter 1
"Boom—"

On the horizon of the surging black clouds, a muffled thunder rolled across.

"Huh la la", the rain outside the window became heavier again, pouring rainwater from the green tile eaves, and hit the ground that was already full of muddy water.

The two windows that were not closed firmly were shaken by the wind, making a "bang bang bang bang" sound.

Jianchou, who was doing needlework in the house, was startled when she heard the sound, and nearly pricked her hand.

Looking at the constantly shaking window, she always felt a little terrified, and quickly put down the half-sewed robe in her hand, walked to the window, and pulled the two windows back to close.

The window was closed, but the sound of rain outside was not quiet at all.

The muffled thunder rolling in the sky from time to time is getting closer and closer, as if rolling on the roof of their house.

When Jianchou heard it, he couldn't help sighing.

Stretching out a hand to gently stroke her belly that was not yet pregnant, her porcelain-white face showed an unprecedented softness.

Perhaps, this is the best gift God gave me.

Three months into her wedding, she never thought that she would be pregnant so soon.

For some reason this morning, she vomited for no reason. She invited the doctor from the village to see her, but the doctor kept saying congratulations.Jianchou asked for a long time before the other party smiled and said, "You are pregnant."

After a while, she didn't realize it, and she couldn't even recall how she paid the consultation fee and sent the doctor away.

Jianchou was originally an orphan with only a first name but no surname.

Ever since she could remember, she knew that she had no father or mother, and fortunately she was adopted by a kind-hearted person, so she could survive in peace.

Later, she met Xie Buchen.At that time, he was not a scholar, but the young master of the Xie family, and the two of them had no intersection.It wasn't until Xie's family was in trouble, Xie Buchen was hunted down by his enemies, and happened to be rescued by Jianchou, that the two formed an indissoluble bond.

Three months ago, they finally settled down in this small village and got married.

Therefore, Jianchou also had a surname, and it was called "Xie Jianchou" from then on.

Xie Buchen was familiar with the "Four Books and Five Classics", and he was famous for his talent when he was at home, and he was already a child.Later, he took part in the county examination and got a scholar again, so he started to study harder.

He didn't want to suffer for Jianchou, he once held her hand and said that when he turned around and got a higher reputation, he would be able to be an official, and from now on, Jianchou would also be regarded as the wife of an official.

Early this morning, Xie Buchen went to the county school to study.

At this time in the past, he should come back for dinner, but it happened to catch up with such a heavy rainy day.

Jianchou thought, he brought an umbrella, but the road was probably muddy and difficult to walk, so he delayed returning.When he came back, she would tell him about the big happy event of the day.

There was a slight smile on her lips, listening to the pattering rain around her, she didn't feel upset anymore.

Walking back from the window, seeing that she didn't pick up her needlework again, she glanced at a sword with a sharkskin sheath hanging on the wall - this is the only valuable thing in the house, it was Xie Buchen when he broke it at home. I will take it away even if I die.

She walked to the front of the house, looked at the narrow courtyard gate, and waited for Xie Buchen to appear from the rain curtain.

This is a very simple small farmyard. Several big white geese are surrounded by a bamboo fence, calling happily in the rain, and turning their slender necks to comb their feathers from time to time.Occasionally shake it, and the falling raindrops will be shaken by the shiny goose feathers, shining brightly.

Through the thick rain curtain, you can see the rolling mountains not far away, and the deep dark green is wet by the rain, as if it is thicker.

Layers of thunder rolled over the mountain.

Jianchou supported the door frame with one hand and stroked her abdomen with the other, and was hesitating whether to take an umbrella and go to the county school to find someone, when there was a sound of walking footsteps in the rain.

"Crash..."

The sound of rainwater hitting the oil-paper umbrella gradually approached.

A slender figure slowly emerged from the smudged rain curtain. The rainwater that slid from the edge of the umbrella, like strings of beads, kept falling and splashed on the ground, mixing with the surrounding rainwater.

Xie Buchen's eyebrows are long, his nose is straight, his lips are thin, with a line that is almost stern.

The wet and cold water vapor smeared the corners of his eyes and brows, seeming to add a bit of frost.

The hand holding the umbrella handle is the hand holding the pen, slender and fair.

Seeing him, Jianchou immediately showed a relieved expression on his face, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously: "Are you back?"

Xie Buchen nodded lightly, parted his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only brought out a smile.He went to the eaves, put away the umbrella, and carefully stood upside down by the door shaft.

Jianchou hurriedly let him into the room, reaching out to untie his already wet robe.

The pale blue robe was wet by the rain, showing the same dark green color as the mountains outside.

Jianchou was afraid that he would catch a cold, but he didn't expect that at this moment, his hand was held down by another cold hand.

Looking along this hand, Jianchou saw Xie Buchen's face with a slight smile.

Why do you feel a little strange?
Seeing worry, he was puzzled: "Your hands are so cold, what's wrong?"

Xie Buchen shook his head, and turned his eyes to look at the furnishings in the house.

It's the same here as when he left this morning, except for the few clothes on the simple square table—some of them have been folded and put aside, and two are loose, one of which has a sleeve stuck to it. Needlework.

Jianchou explained: "Just now the window was not closed properly, and it was thundering and raining again. I closed the window, and when I came back, I was only thinking about why you haven't come back, so I forgot to continue sewing for a while. But the rest of the clothes, I It has been sewn up, and you can change it in a while, and the rain will lighten up in the afternoon, so I will continue to go to the county school—"

"See you sad."

The cold voice, but this time it was a little strangely hoarse.

Jianchou thought that he was drenched in the rain and caught the wind and cold, so he was very worried: "You are hoarse, you must be in a hurry to come back, and you were not careful on the way, and you rushed when the rain was heavy. If you can't come back, you can go to the county school. It’s okay to stay here…”

That's what she said, but she felt sweet in her heart.

As he spoke, the arc of smile on his lips widened.

Xie Buchen just looked at her quietly.

He was drenched all over, his feet were covered with water, the sorrow in front of his eyes was full of him, and he was warm when he smiled.

The scene he saw when he came back from the rain today played back in his mind again, and at the same time, there was that deafening old voice.

"Tao is always nameless, Pu. Although small, there is no one in the world."

"Man is a flesh, a mortal fetus, and his heart is bound by the seven emotions and six desires, and it is difficult to be separated from wine, sex, and wealth."

"There are fairy mountains in the world, and the vast sea of ​​clouds. The mortal world is like mustard seeds, and the world of mortals is illusory for a few times. Ask the people in the world, why don't you take off your mortal roots and ask the immortals?"

"Cut off the root of emotion and cut off the ties of the world. If you want the Tao, you must give up everything. How can you prove it?"

How do you prove it?
Just five words, but it is like a natural chasm, separating the world and the fairyland.

But Xie Buchen had to step over.

He raised his hand, stroking Jianchou's warm cheek with his cold hand, and said with a faint smile: "You are at home, I will come back anyway."

This cold hand made Jianchou tremble involuntarily: "Why is it so troublesome? I'm not a delicate and expensive Miss Jiao. But it's fine if you come back, I have something..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and her warm palm covered the back of Xie Buchen's hand, and as soon as she touched it, she felt the coldness.

With a sigh, he was so worried that he forgot what to say: "You are too cold."

"It's okay, I'm much stronger than you."

Xie Buchen smiled, took a step back, turned around calmly, and saw the sword hanging on the mottled wall at a glance.

The black scabbard is covered with scales, and the scales are still black and shiny, without any dust.

He slowly stretched out his hand, took off the sword, twisted it lightly, and exerted more force, the cold light came out inch by inch, accompanied by the sound of rain and thunder outside the window, which made people hold their breath.

As the sword continued to be pulled away, the faint sound of sword chant gradually became clearer.

He drew his sword, but it seemed as if he was about to release something.

Jianchou stared at him intently, thinking about how to tell him that she was pregnant.

"I have to clean this sword every day. There is not much dust on it, but I have never pulled it out. It looks really beautiful. No wonder you want to bring it out."

Xie Buchen finally pulled out the sword completely, and the cold light of the blade reflected his deep pool-like eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly saw clearly.

These are his own eyes, with no emotion, no desire, no sorrow, no joy, no regret, no reluctance.

People in the world are nothing but illusions.

What can not give up?
even though……

see worry.

It's just to prove that you have the heart to seek Tao.

He turned his eyes, moved away from Shuanghan's sword, and landed on Jianchou's face.

The dress is simple, with Jingchai sarong, only one face is fair, and the tails of the narrow and long eyes are pulled away, showing an unspeakable beauty.Even in such a shabby place, she couldn't hide the radiance all over her body.

Xie Buchen never felt that his wife was so beautiful.

However, such beauty could no longer shake his heart.

"See you sad."

He called her name again.

Jianchou blinked, took half a step forward, and opened his mouth to ask him what happened.

But the next moment, the steps that were taken suddenly stopped.

Severe pain struck——

sword!
Jianchou lowered his head in confusion, and saw the sword on his chest.

She looked along the sharp blade and saw a hand holding the sword.

That was Xie Buchen's hand.

The hand that holds the pen, the hand that holds the umbrella, the hand that holds the sword.

Xie Buchen stared at her indifferently, and the tenderness of the past seemed to disappear in a flash.

This is a cold, affectionate and seemingly ruthless look.

The sword that pierced her chest was like a piece of cold ice, so cold that she almost forgot the pain.

Pupils constricted violently, Jianchou slightly parted her lips, confused and startled.

Xie Buchen held the three-foot Qingfeng, and the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng had already sunk into Jianchou's chest.

The bright red blood smeared, along the sharp blade, drop by drop, drop by drop...

"despair!"

The first drop of blood fell on the ground, like a bloody pawn.

Xie Buchen's pale face, reflected by such bright colors, also had a strange blood color.

"you……"

Jianchou tried her best to speak, but she opened her mouth wide, but like a fish thrown ashore, she could only make a vague sound.

Under her eyes, there were tears flickering.

Why……

Xie Buchen took all her expressions into his eyes, but seemed to be indifferent as if separated by a barrier.

Slowly, cruelly, and almost gracefully, he drew the sword back.

A flower of blood spattered on Jianchou's chest, and he couldn't stand still.

Xie Buchen looked at it lightly, and tapped the tip of the sword obliquely, allowing the blood on the sword to fall and smear a small piece on the wet ground.

"The Dao is ruthless, all beings have no self, I owe you."

Seeing that she couldn't stand still, she held the wound on her chest, and when she lowered her head, she could only see the blood bubbling from her fingers.

That was the blood in her heart and the tears in her eyes.

After shaking her figure a few times, she finally fell to the ground.

At this moment, Xie Buchen raised his sword and walked past her without making a sound.

Her body was curled up into a ball, and her fingers were tightly grasped, as if trying to grab something.

However, there was only a piece of wet clothes passing by her eyes.

"Crash..."

The pouring rain was still falling, and there was still thunder rolling on the edge of the sky.

Outside the small courtyard, the mountains as far as the eye can see seem to be green again.

The big white geese in the yard were pacing in the rain. When Xie Buchen came out, some of them were about to jump over the fence. He didn't take a second look, but just raised his eyes to look at the low courtyard wall.

A few broken stems of dead grass trembled in the rain.

There was a pale-faced and white-haired Taoist priest on the courtyard wall, standing with his hands behind his back, but his feet were no more than three inches away from the withered grass on the wall, and they were actually floating on it.

His vicissitudes of eyes, as if he knew the secrets of heaven, were falling on Xie Buchen at this moment.

The blood on Xie Buchen's sword was being washed away by the rain and gradually faded.

Smiling slightly, the old Taoist said: "The fate of the world has been cut off, and the heart is excellent. In the future, I will search for immortals and ask, and you will have a seat if you are so powerful."

The heavy rain lasted for three days.

In the tile-blue sky, there is no cloud at all, and it is extremely clear.

There is the fragrance of earth and green grass in the air, and dewdrops hang down from the dense branches and leaves in the forest, slipping down inadvertently, and moistening a piece of soil.

The rolling hills in the distance have gentle curves, and the breeze blows, bringing the sound of the shepherd boy's flute.

And strange singing.

"I have a duck in my left hand and a chicken in my right hand. After eating today, what will I eat tomorrow?"

Under the cliffs at the bottom of the valley surrounded by mountains on all sides, Jianchou sat in a coffin cut out of fresh tree trunks, staring blankly at the old man standing in front of her humming.

A greasy Taoist robe that seemed to have not been washed for a hundred years covered the old man's skinny body. His face was filthy, and a wine gourd was hung around his waist. He was holding a thin broken bamboo pole in one hand, while the other A chicken leg was looking at her with puffed cheeks.

She still can't react...

"Old... old man, what did you just say?"

At that moment, the old man was so angry that he almost staggered and knocked to death on the coffin!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

He scratched the hair on his head vigorously.

"You have been lying in the coffin for three days, have you lost your mind? I am a Fudaoshan man, and I saved you when I saw that your life was not to die. Don't call me old man, old man, nothing at all. It doesn't sound good!"

Jianchou murmured: "Then what do I call you?"

"of course……"

She said "Fudao Mountain Man" a hundred times, but she didn't remember, did she?
The old man was not far from getting dizzy, so he directly raised his right hand and slapped the back of his left hand: "Calling you cheap, calling you cheap, can you do such things as doing good and accumulating virtue? Don't dare to be cheap again!" Bar?"

Jianchou didn't quite understand, just looked at him quietly.

In the end what happened……

Her mind was numb, as the people of Fudao Mountain said, "my brain melted after lying down for three days". She only felt that the surrounding mountains, trees, flowers and plants were all very strange.

Fragmentary images flashed through her mind.

A small farmyard, a thunderstorm, a clanging window, an umbrella appearing in the rain...

That was her husband, the man she had wanted to entrust her whole life to...

Xie Buchen.

The sword that pierced her heart!

Thank you Buchen!
Jianchou suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart!
She looked down, there was a hole on the chest of the coarse cloth clothes, the edge was neat, it seemed to be wounded by a sharp weapon, and there was a piece of dried blood...

There was no blood, as if there was no wound under the clothes, as if there had never been that sword, as if...

Xie Buchen never killed her.

But the hole in the clothes grinned slightly.

At that moment, Jianchou seemed to be stabbed by something, the pain was not her body, but her heart, her face turned pale and her fingers trembled.

Every little bit of the past together, uncontrollably surged out of her memory.

On a tree with dense branches and leaves, Xie Buchen hid in the thick shade, holding a book in his hand, and read softly: "The world has a beginning, I think the mother of the world..."

She was sitting under the tree, copying the scriptures Xie Mu asked for.

Noisy cicadas can't break their peaceful relationship.

In the alley, Xie Buchen, who came out to avoid disaster, had an unconcealable emaciation on his face, and his whole body was on the verge of falling.

She supported his shoulders and supported him to flee all the way in the dark alley, running, finally there was no way, Xie Buchen rolled her into the pile of firewood in the alley, and used the prickly hay to Two people cover up...

She was held tightly in his arms, not daring to make a sound.

On the day of their marriage, Xie Buchen lifted her hijab with a wedding scale.

Jianchou still remembers the warm smile on his face, which swayed her heart more than the red candle burning beside her.

The flickering picture was finally fixed on Xie Buchen's hand holding the sword.

It was the outline she had traced thousands of times in her heart, and the owner of the hand was the beloved whom she had promised her sincerely and would entrust to her for life!
But he confronted him with a sword!
The sword was stained with her blood!

Aren't they husband and wife?
Great sorrow and hatred swept over Xiang Jianchou in an instant.

She has a thousand and 1 things she doesn't understand: why?Why kill her?
They have shared joys and sorrows, shared weal and woe, and she was even pregnant with his child...

Husband and wife for a day, a hundred days of kindness, in exchange for drawing swords against each other!

Jianchou felt that her eyes were hot, as if hot tears were locked in them, but she couldn't cry, but wanted to laugh instead.

laughing out loud.

Ridiculous, with an unspeakable desolation.

Jianchou shook his shoulders uncontrollably.

Laughing for a day, a husband and wife for a hundred days, is just a joke; laughing with your heart is all gone, and all things turn around are empty...

All her tears flowed to her heart, sitting in the damp coffin, her body became thinner and thinner.

Surrounded by scattered soil, green trees... The world after the rain is full of vitality, and everything is growing vigorously.

Only her heart is like dead ashes.

Seeing her state of affairs, the Fudao Mountain people next to her felt horrified: "You...you...are you alright?"

"I am fine."

After laughing, my heart is empty.

Instead, it was a sentence she heard before her consciousness dissipated, which kept echoing in her mind...

"The fate of the world has been cut, and the mind is excellent. In the future, I will search for immortals and ask, and you will definitely have a seat with the power of the sky."

Xunxian asked.

Are there really immortals in this world?

Jianchou subconsciously looked at the old man, the man from Fudao Mountain.

Dirty beard, treacherous eyes, two words written all over his body: wretched.

At this time, his eyes were rolling around, as if he was looking at what was going on around him, but his movements were unambiguous, he took out a chicken leg from nowhere and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's true that the world has changed, and people's hearts are not old. Saving someone these days is like saving an ancestor! Alas..."

"Mountain man," Jianchou asked suddenly, "Are you a god?"

The Fudao Mountain man was concentrating on gnawing on the chicken legs, when he suddenly heard the sound of Qingyue, his skin really got goosebumps, and he almost threw out the unfinished chicken legs.

"Immortal? Do you think ascension is so easy? Really, Shanren, I am also a monk. Of course, I am a more powerful monk. No, why do you ask this? Hehe, do you also want to worship me as a teacher, please?" The immortal asked, immortality?"

Qiuxian asked, immortality?
No.

Jianchou supported the edge of the coffin cut from the tree trunk, and the hard thorns pricked her palms, but she didn't care at all, and slowly stood up from the coffin.

Bending down to brush the crumbs and dust off the clothes, an unspeakable irony and sarcasm appeared on her face.

The sky was clear and blue, and my worried eyes drifted away from the so-called "dragon lair that stores wind and gathers energy" and stopped in that vast expanse.

"I don't want to ask immortals, and I don't want to live forever. I just want to ask, why? Why?"

"Why? Why?"

Fudaoshan people don't understand.

Seeing sorrow, he smiled: "The mountain people don't know something. The person who killed me was the husband next to me. If I guessed correctly, he killed me to ask for immortals."

"..."

At this moment, Fudaoshanren looked up at her, suddenly speechless.

Only when people have no worries and put aside all desires can they be in harmony with the world and understand nature. Therefore, there have always been monks who understand the truth of the world and must "cut off the fetters and cut off the worldly thoughts".

Fudao Mountain's heart was complicated, and there was a slight pity in his eyes: "You..."

"I am fine."

What else could it be?
She was just thinking: If the person next to her bed can be killed, what's the use of finding such a truth?Cold-blooded and vicious, can God allow them to become immortals?

In the face of immortality, is the bond between a husband and wife who share weal and woe really so fragile?
With a low sneer, the look on Jianchou's face suddenly became extremely mocking.

The damp wooden coffin was lying in the earth pit, and there was a bloodstain on the bottom of the coffin, which was very eye-catching.

One step in front of her, a wooden sign fell to the ground. It was wet by the rain, and the writing on it was smudged, but it was still vaguely legible.

My wife Xie sees the tomb of sorrow.

It's her tombstone.

It was Xie Buchen's handwriting.

The tomb of my wife Xie's sorrow?

what!
There is nothing more ironic than this.

Xie Jianchou?
No, not anymore.

After that sword strike, everything was cut off.

Her surname is no longer Xie, let alone Xie Buchen's wife.

She has no name and no surname, no father and no mother, she is just a piece of weed in this world.

Jianchou took a step forward, without any nostalgia, and even stepped on the tombstone coldly, as if stepping on his own past.

"You can't stay the day of yesterday..."

"What?" The Fudao Mountain people didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing."

Jianchou came back to his senses, a faint smile appeared on his pale face, and he only bowed to Fudao Shanren: "Jianchou knew that he had gone to the underworld, and the kindness of Shanren's life-saving is like recreating, Jianchou has nothing to do with it." Thought to repay—"

"Do you want to make a promise with your body?"

The Fudao Mountain man's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward, looking expectantly at Jianchou.

The old man who was full of "benevolence and righteousness" just now, at this moment, his face was full of wretchedness.

"..."

All of a sudden, Jianchou's words of thanks and touching words were all choked in his throat, and he didn't say it, and he didn't say it.

"Shan... the mountain people made fun of..."

Is this what you mean by refusal?

The bright eyes of the Fudao mountain talent suddenly dimmed, and he felt disgusted, and sighed: "Sure enough, the world has changed, people's hearts are not the same, people's hearts are not the same... The mountain people have spent a lot of time It took a lot of effort to save you..."

Jianchou thought silently, it is true that the world has changed, and people's hearts are not the same.

These days, these people from other places, it’s fine to repay their kindness, but... still think about these things?
Didn't it mean that those who cultivate the Tao must cut off their emotions and desires?

Obviously, no one can answer Jianchou's doubts at the moment.

The Fudao Mountain man saw that Sorrow did not express anything in the end, so he couldn't help touching the bridge of his nose resentfully, his old face was a bit uneasy, coughed, and changed the subject: "Uh, what, now you are fine, what are you going to do?" go?"

What are you going to do?
The first thing Jianchou thought of was Xie Buchen, and the next thing that echoed in his mind was the farmhouse where he had only lived for a few months.

She looked up the cliff.

The yellow soil, which had recently been saturated with rain, had stained the black rocks of the cliff face.There are a few old trees rooted in the rock cracks, with strong branches.The cliff is not high, and there are trees on both sides. There is a slope on the left, which is covered with weeds. From this slope, you can go up to this layer of cliff.

Jianchou said: "I want to go home and have a look."

After finishing speaking, she actually walked directly towards the slope ahead.

"Hey? Go home? Are you out of your mind?"

The Fudao Mountain people were dumbfounded.

"What are you doing back home? Everyone thinks you're dead."

Even if she dies, she will go back and have a look.

Jianchou didn't return to him, took two steps up the steep slope, and walked up cautiously.

The Fudao mountain man rolled his eyes: "Are you stupid? What if you want to go back and be discovered by the villagers? If you come back from the dead, you will be killed! Didn't I save you in vain, the mountain man? Tell me about you , Wasting other people's thoughts and saving you, do you think you are amazing? It's the 360th and seventh time I see you who are so ungrateful like you!"

Where is she ungrateful?

but……

Jianchou suddenly asked: "360 seven times...then how many times have you saved people?"

"Is this... wait for me to count..." Fudaoshan people hastily pinched their fingers, and finally said, "Counting you, a total of 360 times."

"How many ungrateful ones are there?"

"360 seven."

There was an unspeakable grief and indignation in the voice of the Fudao Mountain man.

"Oh... After all, there is only one person who is not ungrateful? But it's good."

"Very good?" The Fudao Mountain man widened his eyes, glaring at him with sorrow!

Jianchou smiled lightly and said, "I will be the second."

"Ok?"

The Fudao Mountain people were suddenly surprised.

The second person who is not ungrateful is nothing more than that.

Jianchou didn't explain and continued to walk forward.

The man from Fudao Mountain was stunned, and he couldn't help but look at Jianchou: her pale face was already stained with a sickly blush because of the hard work of climbing the slope, and the sharp edges of grass blades would occasionally scratch her arms, but she As if he didn't care about it at all, he climbed up with all his heart.

She is a girl with a heart.

He thought about it: How about taking an apprentice for a try?

Up above, Jianchou has already climbed the short slope, and there is an openness in front of him.

The grass is spread out like a carpet, and the trees are lush in the distance. An avenue extends towards the forest, and then winds and circles towards the distant mountains.

In the evening, the sky has begun to gradually darken, and there seems to be curling smoke from the small villages in the valley.

Over there is her home.

"Are you really going back?"

The voice of Fudaoshan people suddenly sounded from Jianchou's ear.

She was startled, and turned her head to see that the Fudao mountain man who was still dazed at the bottom of the slope just now ran up, how did he do it?
"Ask you, why don't you speak?" Fudao Mountain man gnawed on a chicken leg and frowned.

Jianchou had no choice but to suppress the doubt, and replied: "Of course I have to go back, no matter what happens in the future, I want to go back and have a look."

"I've said it all. If you come back from the dead, you will be arrested if you are seen. Besides, what if your husband is still alive?"

"Then I'll just kill him."

Jianchou's voice, without any fluctuations, was gentle and quiet.

"cough!"

The Fudao Mountain man almost choked on a chicken bone: "You..."

Seeing that he seemed surprised, Jianchou couldn't help but smile, but he just told the truth once.No matter what the reason was for the person who killed her, why should she show mercy?

and……

"Shanren don't have to worry, I won't be arrested as a monster."

"Huh? How can you be sure?"

Seeing her confident appearance, Fudaoshan people were completely confused.

It seems that the Fudao Mountain people who call themselves "monks" are not very different from ordinary people in terms of thinking.

Seeing sorrow, he smiled: "I have always been kind to the villagers in the mountains. If they know that I have passed away, they will definitely send incense candles and paper money. But I only have a tree coffin, and I am still buried under the cliff. It can be seen that they don't know about it. Everything is wrong." It was my husband who did it. Maybe he even found a reason for my disappearance."

"There... makes sense!"

As soon as he slapped himself on the head, Fudaoshan people looked at Jianchou with a bit of surprise and admiration: This brain is really brilliant!

"So, I should be fine when I go home."

Jianchou came to the final conclusion and walked forward first.

In the evening, the night gradually became blurred and slowly shrouded.

Soon, the night was dark and the slanting moon hung high.

After a full hour, Jianchou and Fudaoshan reached the end of the mountain road and came to the simple and simple village.

In the center of the village, there is a huge ancient banyan tree, covered with gauze by the bright moonlight, which can be seen at a glance even from the west entrance of the village.In summer, when its branches and leaves are dense, you can still vaguely see the red silks hanging from it to make a wish.

Jianchou was a little dazed.

A few traces of fireworks floated in the wind.

The man from Fudao Mountain moved his nose, sniffed it vigorously, and said pleasantly, "It smells so good, so good! Is there anyone who is roasting suckling pig! There are also pheasants! Wild ducks..."

Seeing sorrow but as if she didn't hear, she slowly walked into the village.

Either on the side of the narrow or wide village road, there are piles of firewood for the villagers to cook. Star after star lights illuminate the windows of every house. The further you go to the east of the village, the fewer houses there are. In the dark night, there are only sporadic lights.

There were bloodstains on her body, but it was difficult to see clearly in this dark night.

This is the Liu family, that is the Li family...

House by house.

I know all the sorrows.

Not far away, a firewood door suddenly opened, and a peasant woman with a round face hurried out, muttering something in her mouth.

"Hey, Mrs. Xie's family? Why are you back? Didn't Xie Xiucai, the former son, take you to enjoy the blessings in the city?"

She saw Jianchou at a glance and cried out in surprise.

Jianchou was startled, then smiled inexplicably, and said to the peasant woman kindly: "Lao Zhang's eldest sister is worried that she didn't take some things, so she came back to look for them."

"So this is ah."

The eldest sister of the Zhang family didn't have much doubts, she knew that this young couple was very affectionate, and their identities were even more unusual, so Xie Buchen would be an official in the future.

She smiled purely and enthusiastically, and said: "Then you look for it first, I am in a hurry to borrow some needles and threads from Liu's house, and I will talk to you again tomorrow!"

"Hey."

Jianchou responded, and saw the eldest sister of the Zhang family leaving with a smile on her face.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't seem to see the Fudao mountain man standing beside her.

The Fudao Mountain man raised his eyebrows triumphantly, but did not speak.

Yuemo was his technique again, Jianchou recalled the time when he appeared by his side in one step before, so he cheered up and walked towards the end of the village without asking any more questions.

Ahead is her home.

A small dark farmyard is surrounded by wooden fences, and a door facing south in the middle is also made of wood, and the top is covered with thatch to protect it from the rain.

At this moment, there is actually a small brass lock on the two doors.

The door is locked.

Countless memories flashed through Jianchou's mind again.

She walked up, stood in front of the door, gently tiptoed, reached out and touched the door frame, and her fingers touched a cold object.

Jianchou took it out and spread it out in his hand, it really was a key.Even if Xie Buchen lied and left, the key was still kept as before...

Jianchou blinked, only to feel a surge of sadness in his heart, almost unable to restrain himself, and was about to cry.

When she saw that the door was locked, she already knew that Xie Buchen was not there.When she took out the key, she was sure that those friendships back then were definitely not fake.

"The Dao is ruthless, all beings have no self, I owe you."

Seeing sorrow, he wanted to ask him for his life.

While thinking this way, she pressed tears back into her eyes, opened the lock with a key, and pushed the door.

"Squeak-"

A thin, long sound.

The door opened.

In the clean courtyard, there are hardly any weeds to be seen. The west wall is surrounded by a fence. For some reason, only the last one of the original group of big white geese is huddled in the corner and sleeping.There are three rooms in the front, the doors are not locked, it can be seen that they are only concealed, and there is still the green oil-paper umbrella that Xie Buchen supported that day beside the door hinge.

Jianchou walked in.

The Fudao Mountain man followed behind her, poking his head, seeing this desolate scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Your house is really dilapidated. What's the point of coming back? Anyway, Shanren, I saved your life. Hey, I said, why don't you just worship me as your teacher by the way. Shanren will take you all over the world and say Maybe you can meet him in Six Paths and Nineteen Continents in the future. How about it? As long as you are willing..."

Before the rambling words were finished, the footsteps of Fudao Mountain Man stopped.

When passing the geese fence, he immediately saw the big white goose in the corner, fat and fat, sleeping in the corner.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

What a goose!
The feathers are shiny, the fat is fat and the body is strong. If you can pluck the hair and put it in the pot, no more, no less, it's just a pot of food!
The Fudao Mountain man couldn't help swallowing his saliva, walked to the fence, raised his leg, and turned over.

At the same time, he didn't forget to say to Jianchou: "Then what, as long as you let this big white goose go with the mountain man, you will be spared any apprenticeship!"

Jianchou walked straight forward until he reached the door, but ignored him.

The Fudao Mountain man didn't care either. At this moment, he only had the big white goose in his eyes.

He walked to it, squatted down, stretched out his hand carefully, and stroked the head of the big white goose, as if he was stroking a good child.

"What a fat goose..."

At this time, Jianchou had already walked to the door of the room, but he didn't pay attention to what Fudaoshan people were doing behind him.

Pushing open the door, the goal is pitch black.

Following the path in her memory, she found a fire pocket on the window sill, and blowing on it lightly, the faint light of the fire lit up, illuminating the familiar simple furnishings in the house.

Three stools, a square table, an unlit oil lamp on the table, folded clothes, and unfinished needlework...

Jianchou just felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

She came to the table, leaned the torch next to the oil lamp, lit it, and then extinguished the torch.

A weak fire rose up, Jianchou's face was in the dim light, and there was a bit of flickering shadow.

She sat on the stool and looked at the empty room, the opposite wall was empty.

The sword was gone.

My heart is also empty when I see sorrow.

She reached out her hand to touch the clothes on the table, each piece belonged to Xie Buchen, and the stitches on each piece of clothing were extremely fine.In the sewing basket, leaning against a pair of scissors, is usually used to cut cloth.

Jianchou reached out and took it.

However, after she gripped the scissors tightly and took them away, a small rattle was revealed under the sewing basket, with a red rope coiled beside it, and a small silver lock tied with a small silver lock engraved on it. "Thank you".

At that moment, Jianchou's hands trembled.

The rattle was bought from a peddler after she learned that she was pregnant; the silver lock was worn by Xie Buchen when he was a child, and he said that when they had a child, he would pass this small silver lock to the child.So that day she found a red string and put the silver lock on.

Now see all this again...

The scissors slipped from Jianchou's hand back into the sewing basket.

All of a sudden, she felt like a knife was twisting her heart.

Slowly withdrawing her hand, Jianchou subconsciously stroked her flat stomach.

She turned her head suddenly, looked outside the darkened door, and said loudly, "Shanren! Shanren!"

In the yard, Fudaoshanren had already wrapped his arms around the neck of the big white goose.

The big white goose was alarmed by an enemy attack, so it screamed desperately, and even flapped its pair of fleshy wings vigorously. Immediately, the goose feathers flew around, mud and water splashed everywhere, and Fudaoshanren's body was in a mess.

How dare this big white goose flop like this!

The Fudao Mountain man was terrified, swallowed his saliva greedily, and was about to strike at the big white goose, when suddenly he heard Jianshou shouting from inside, so frightened, he withdrew his hands at once, raised both hands high, and turned towards the house Jianchou said, "I didn't steal the goose!"

Jianchou had already got up, staggering on her feet, and the light from an oil lamp behind her could not illuminate her figure.

The Fudao Mountain people couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Shanren, I... I'm actually pregnant. Could you please check my pulse?"

(End of this chapter)