Fu Canglu

Chapter 215

In Luoyang City.

Streets and alleys.

The melodious voice of the man in the white robe humming softly pierced through the pear blossoms, eloquently.

Like an old ballad.

Like a ray of sunshine shining through the heart of heaven.

The bleakness of the years slowly settles amidst the twists and turns of the tune.

Under the Buddha statue of Tantuo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The man in the white robe hummed softly, and the red-haired woman in his arms lay on his shoulders.

The second half of the que.

Like choking.

The man in the white robe had a melodious and clear voice.

He stared at her.

"Pear Blossom Mirror, Carmine"

That Shen Hongying who loved to dress up during the Eight Kingdoms period.

"All ordinary things, worry about the white head"

That Shen Hongying who worried about the country and the people was always frowning.

"The girl in red is unhappy, and the heavy snow is falling on her head in Gusu."

Accompany me to see Shen Hongying who is in the majestic and heavy snow in North Gusu.

"No drink, no drink."

Shen Hongying didn't like drinking by herself.

"The fate of this life is exhausted, and the next life will be repaired"

The old fox in white robe brushed the hair from Shen Hongying's forehead, and kissed her forehead lightly.

There are a hundred kinds of you in the world.

What I love is the one hundred kinds of you.

It's a pity that my journey in this life has come to an end.

The red-haired woman burst into tears.

She punched the white-robed old fox heavily.

The white-robed old fox neither dodged nor dodged.

Second punch.

The third punch.

In the end, Shen Hongying lay on the shoulder of the man in white robe, bit the white robe hard, suppressed her crying, and said in a choked voice: "Liu Baichan, don't leave!"

Over the years, as long as I say, you will listen to me.

"Don't go, don't go, don't go!"

Shen Hongying, who was crying ugly, grabbed Liu Baichan's sleeve tightly: "Don't go!"

The white-robed old fox smiled.

The edge of his white robe has already begun to feather, turning into a bright rain of light, melting into the air.

Liu Chanqi let out a soft "hmm" from his nose.

"Don't go." He smiled and touched Shen Hongying's head, and said softly: "Don't cry, I won't go."

Shen Hongying cried uncontrollably, raised her big misty eyes, and bit her lip.

The white-robed old fox said softly: "Do you still remember the story that Master read to us?"

Shen Hongying nodded desperately with tears all over her face.

The white-robed old fox said hoarsely: "Master said that all stories in the world will have a good ending and a bad ending."

"But the master said that good endings and bad endings are all caused by cause and effect."

"At that time, I was thinking about it." The white-robed old fox coughed slightly.

He glanced slightly at the blood stains on his palm, and smiled softly.

"I like you so much, how could it be a bad ending at the end of the story?"

"how could be?"

Shen Hongying stared blankly at the corner of the white robe man's clothes, which slowly blurred and danced, melting into the sky and earth like flying snow.

The man's smile was as pure and white as back then.

Liu Chanqi laughed softly: "Actually, such an ending is pretty good."

Shen Hongying was stunned.

The voice of the white-robed old fox gradually weakened.

"Let's go to see the heavy snow on North Gusu Road"

"We have traveled to so many places and for so many years"

The forehead of the white-robed old fox stuck to Shen Hongying's forehead.

"I wonder sometimes."

"Watching the heavy snow on the North Gusu Road together, does it count as graying your hair together?"

"Now, does it count. We've spent our whole life together?"

The vow power of the local Tibetan Bodhisattva dissipated on this man in white robe. His soul was rejected by the heaven and earth, and even his whole body began to dissipate in the heaven and earth.

He gently kissed Shen Hongying's lips.

Like the Dragon's Back in Beiyuan, the first snow melts.

The young couple went to North Gusu Road to enjoy the snow.

When two people hug each other.

When the heavy snow fell on North Gusu Road.

The two people looked at each other with soft brows and eyes.

There was a word that did not come out.

20 years late.

Is this life counted as graying together?

The white-robed old fox smiled.

The wind and snow fell all over my head last night, and I have never lost my head with Qing in this life.

In the next life, in the bright sun of Hou Jun, even without wind and snow, it will turn white.

Shen Hongying raised her head in astonishment, looked at the man in white robe and smiled and winked at herself.

From the edge of the white robe, to the corner of the white robe, to the front of the skirt, little by little, everything began to emerge.

Turned into a flood of light and rain.

Can't hold it, can't keep it.

She fell forward.

The white-robed man in front smiled and stretched out his hands.

As it was then.

But he didn't catch her.

The first year of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Northern Wei Dynasty Sirius City.

A tavern.

The blind storyteller dressed in coarse linen looked indifferent, his cloudy eyes glanced around.

He can't see things, but he seems to have a clear mind, and he can see everyone clearly.

Finally trembled the voice.

"Luoyang, the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, destroyed thousands of Buddha bones."

"On the day when the capital was established, the purple-robed great national master ordered the Buddha to be exterminated, and a hundred thousand iron cavalry marched out in a mighty force. The number one sacred place of Buddhism, Wanggui Mountain, bore the brunt and was trampled and destroyed by the iron cavalry."

There were not many people in the tavern.

In a remote corner, sat a man covered in a black robe with a calm expression. Hearing the voice of the storyteller, he stretched out a finger and slowly stirred it in the wine bowl in front of him.

A bowl of sake.

"Xuan Shangyu, the new great master of the Northern Wei Dynasty, practiced mystical arts and was extremely talented. He and Yuan Tiangang, who was famous all over the world in Qiliang, were called the two great masters after the Spring and Autumn Period." The blind storyteller smiled softly and said : "Do you know that Xuan Shangyu, the great master of the purple robe, is the advocate of exterminating Buddhism in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he is also the chief disciple of the number one Buddhist holy place in the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

Taboo topic.

This great national teacher was born in Buddhism and destroyed Buddhism with his own hands. He has already been labeled as "Master Killer". In terms of gaining power, who in the world would dare to use this topic to join in the fun?

Is this blind storyteller desperate?
Silent as a cicada.

As a result, the atmosphere in the already small tavern became even more deserted.

The man in the black robe showed no expression on his face, slowly pulled out the finger, and hung it in front of him.

He watched his fingers carefully.

With a drop of sake, the liquid condensed on his fingers.

Condensed into a drop of crystal clear wine.

The blind storyteller turned his head slightly thoughtfully, his cloudy eyes swept across, slightly intersecting the direction of that remote corner.

"On the day when the capital was established, Luoyang used thousands of Buddha bones to establish a good fortune for the future."

The storyteller said earnestly: "But on the day when the capital was established, something went wrong on the Buddhist holy mountain Wanggui Mountain that came to town Luoyang's luck."

The storyteller smiled and said to that remote corner, "The thousand-year-old bodhi tree withered and died in front of Luoyang City."

"Evil fate, cause and effect, Buddhism pays attention to this."

The blind storyteller smiled and said calmly: "How to solve it? There are only six reincarnations. Use cause and effect to solve cause and effect."

The man in the black robe was silent, staring at the alcohol on his fingers.

It ends up in a bowl.

He stood up silently, and left the tavern without delay.

A touch of lavender swayed in the sake bowl.

There was a carriage waiting for the black-robed man outside the tavern in Sirius City.

He boarded the carriage with a calm expression, and the first thing he did after entering the carriage was to take off his black robe.

Under the black robe is a light lavender dress.

There was one other person in the car.

Extending from the black iron carriage is a silver iron chain, piercing through the man's lute bone, thigh, calf, limbs, and wrist bone, turning his tattered white robe into scarlet blood.

This person... actually still has a breath?
The purple-robed Great Master had no expression on his face. After boarding the carriage, the carriage headed south at an extremely fast speed.

No matter how far south Tianlang City is, it won't be long before it will be Qijiang.

He sat upright at one end of the carriage, silently watching this man in white robe with an extremely bleak face.

Wanggui Mountain, the junior brother who has the deepest friendship with him from the same sect.

The words of the blind storyteller lingered in Xuan Shangyu's heart.

again and again.

"Buddhist karma, pay attention to karma."

"How to break it?"

"There are only six reincarnations."

"Use cause and effect to solve cause and effect."

The carriage going south went unimpeded and arrived at the Qijiang River.

The man who took off his black robe and got out of the car did not care about the influence and shock brought about by his purple robe.

He personally untied the white-robed man covered in sticky blood and escorted him to the Northern Wei Dynasty sword boat.

All the way to break through the huge waves of the Qijiang River.

This sword boat, which was specially made by the Northern Wei Dynasty and was specially built for rapid water raids, finally stopped slowly in the middle of the Qi River.

choppy.

The sword boat fluctuated.

Xuan Shangyu, who was standing alone in front of the sword boat, let out a deep breath.

There is a vast fog in front of him.

There was a dead silence behind him.

He lowered his head and twisted the hair of the man in white robe with five fingers, which was stained with blood.

Xuan Shangyu frowned slightly, and took a step back with Liu Baichan in his arms. The sword boat was suddenly top-heavy, and the tail of the boat fell into the river.

The bow of the boat was raised high, and the man in purple robe raised his arm slightly, lifting the half-dead man in white robe.

There was a huge wave coming before the bow of the boat.

Xuan Shangyu was expressionless.

He loosened the five fingers that twisted the hair of the man in the white robe, and slipped his other hand across his waist.

At his waist is a thin sword.

"whoosh"

A horizontal line suddenly appeared in the middle of the huge waves rolled up by the Qijiang River.

Then the monstrous sound of water was divided into two parts.

The white-robed man, whose whole body was made of gold and iron, smashed back to the bottom of the sword boat, writhing in pain for a week, gasping for breath, curling up desperately, retching for a long time, and finally only vomited a pool of blood that was too dry to count as blood.

His consciousness has long been muddled, his body is bent like a shrimp, but the hands that are desperately trying to cover his chest are missing.

The purple-robed man standing on the prow of the boat was holding that gorgeous palm engraved with red lotus.

He squatted down and rose and fell with the sword boat. In the turbulent river, he straightened the skirt of the white-robed man who always had one hand.

The man didn't even have the strength to struggle.

He just opened his eyes, and there was chaos in his eyes.

Xuan Shangyu pulled out all the arrows for him.

The waves on the boat calmed down slowly.

Jiang Mian finally calmed down.

The purple-robed man was silent for a moment.

In the end, he set up Liu Baichan, put half of his body on the outside of the sword boat, and watched the blood that the man with the diamond physique should have shed was dripping down the broken palm into the river.

A touch of scarlet was rendered.

"Bai Chan."

Liu Baichan was in a trance.

At this moment, it seems that he is no longer the unfamiliar Great Master of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but the familiar senior brother of Wangguishan.

"Before I die, I have something to tell you."

Xuan Shangyu paused, then slowly said: "Shen Hongying is not dead."

Bai Pao was startled when he heard the words.

Then the sword boat trembled violently.

Liu Baichan tried his best to struggle, but he was pinned down in front of the boat by the senior brother Zipao behind him.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation, Cheng Senluo Dao." Xuan Shangyu said softly, "Shen Hongying's physical body is still there, but her soul is locked in the Buddha's skeleton by me."

"It's a pity that you are going to die today." He said in a cold voice without any emotion, "Even if there is a reincarnation in Buddhism, you will not have the fate to meet again."

Liu Baichan's energy and blood had already dried up, and he was ruthlessly crushed in front of the boat.

With the last of his strength, he turned his head slowly.

Then he stared at the man in purple robe.

"Finally. Tell you a truth that doesn't make sense."

Xuan Shangyu said softly: "Bai Chan, if a person can't bear more pain than others when he is alive, then when the day of death comes, you can only accept it more painfully than others."

Sink into the Qi River.

come down.

Fall again.

Bottomless.

(End of this chapter)