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"Boom."

The sound of one hundred and eight evening drums echoed in the misty mountains, and the whole day settled down, and the blue and white smoke rose from the foot of the mountain, and the sound of chanting Buddha in the evening class echoed in the temple.

Xue Zangxue frowned and woke up from a light sleep.

Dreaming again?

Since the last time I had a fever in the abyss of the Valley of the Dead, I started dreaming about that scene intermittently, and now I have this dream almost continuously.

Dreaming may be normal to others, but it is really not a good omen for myself.

Time is running out, let's start now.

Xue Zangxue stood up, seeing that the sky was getting dark outside the window, so she stood up and straightened her clothes.

He walked slowly to several sides, lit the oil lamp, and put on a sand cover.

He sat down with his clothes lifted, picked up the teapot on the table, poured out a cup of white sandalwood that had already cooled down, and put it to his lips.

Tea lovers actually don't like to drink cold tea that has been steeped for too long, because it has no fragrance, and the taste is too strong and the taste is not good.

But white sandalwood is different. The cold tea leaves will not be soaked in water and lose their original fragrance. Instead, they will curl up as the temperature drops. The taste is sweet, one more is thicker, and one less is too bland.

Just like some people, they will not lose their true selves because of the red dust, they will only restrain their radiance, and follow the world more freely and freely, without changing their original intentions.

As soon as the lights in the house came on, there was a knock on the door at the right time.

After three light knocks, the old wooden door made a dull sound, just like the Sanskrit sound in this mountain meditation room, which made people feel peaceful.

"Which one?"

Xue Zangxue's lazy voice drifted out.

"Benefactor Xue, the monk listens to the Buddhist scriptures."

Xue Zangxue took a sip of the cold and moist tea, showing a clear expression.

"Please come in."

The young and reckless monk pushed the door open, his fingers holding the prayer beads were a little white, and when he stepped into the room with his right foot, he tripped over the threshold.

When Xue Zangxue first met Tingfan, he had just arrived in Wuyun City.

That day when he was about to go out, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old monk approached him, holding a snow wolf in his arms.

"Doctor Xue?" the monk asked tentatively.

He smiled as a greeting, walked sideways, and passed the monk.

"This wolf cub has been hungry for several days, can you give it some food?" the monk asked.

Xue Zangxue turned around in surprise, and saw that the monk's dusty robes were scratched and tattered, but his eyes were clear, he must be a dull monk.

Xue Zangxue could only say, "Just go in and find Qiniang."

Then he nodded slightly and waved his hand to say goodbye.

At that time, his eyes were a little blurry, and he only felt that something was punctured, and his heart was very empty.Then he laughed at himself again, thinking that he was told by several Taoist priests recently that he was about to suffer a bloody disaster. Is this an ominous sign?

As soon as he took two steps, he heard a whimper, and a gust of wind came from behind him.

Xue Zangxue dodged to the side instinctively, reaching out to grab the snow wolf that was said to be panicking with hunger.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and the sudden darkness made him stagger and almost fell down. The snow wolf happened to bite his hand, impartially.

Xue Zangxue, who was bitten inexplicably, sat down with his back against the corner of the wall, watching Xue Suyi in the pharmacy rush out to stop the bleeding, and then suddenly remembered that he had never been treated by any birds and beasts.

Xue Zangxue raised his hand, covered his fingers with his wide cuff, and pointed to the futon opposite.

"Please sit down."

Ting Fan sat down with some annoyance, and kept turning the string of translucent beads in his hand.

And Xue Zangxue was drinking tea without any haste while looking at his furious and burning face, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

After a long time, Xue Zangxue looked sideways out of the window.

"The little master is still so uneasy amidst the lingering Sanskrit sounds. If the host finds out, he probably won't be able to escape by copying the Heart Sutra hundreds of times."

Ting Fan suddenly stood up, clapped his hands on the wooden table, the palms pressed against the beads and touched the table, the sound made Xue Zangxue feel a little pain.

"Benefactor Xue, do you know that obsession shortens your life?" "Do you know that obsession shortens your life?"

Xue Zangxue turned his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The monk stood straight behind Xue Zangxue, with an extremely serious expression on Qingjuan's face.

"Even if you play the role of a romantic, so what, the emptiness is still emptiness. The benefactor has a great time, why don't you let go of your infatuation and accept the reality?"

"Little master is outside the world of mortals, why do you care about the affairs of mortals, be careful about breaking the precepts." The corner of his mouth hooked, turned around, and said, "But thank you for your concern, Xue knows these things."

"Benefactor Xue, don't you feel a sense of crisis yet?"

Xue Zangxue just raised his eyelids, looking nonchalant.

"Crisis? Where did Xue come from, why didn't Xue know about it?"

"Are you sure you can control yourself before you go completely mad? Are you sure your eyes can last until then? If I hadn't forced you up the mountain this time, you should be on the way to the appointment, right? Do you know that you What you have to face is not only that person, but also your own heart?"

"Is this a crisis?"

"This is the heart demon."

"Demon? If I don't have a heart, where will the demon come from? I am a demon. Where can the demon come from?"

"Let go of your obsession, that person is long gone, and one day you will wait until you are willing to accept you..."

Xue Zangxue interrupted him, his voice was suddenly as cold as the deepest ice in the frozen lake in the cold winter, and every word that came out was like ice scum.

"Monk Annoying, don't you think that you are too lenient?"

"Little monk and benefactor Xue, you met once, and you don't want to see benefactor, you go astray."

"Acquaintance? I didn't think you and I were that familiar. Besides, wrong path? Xue has never walked your so-called right path in his life."

Xue Zangxue snorted softly, with disdain.

"Be obsessed and never regret it! If you continue like this, you won't get any good results, you know!"

Ting Fan gritted his teeth and held his breath in his chest.

He wanted to tug on Xue Zangxue's collar, and wanted to tell him directly, if you continue, you will die, you will indeed die! !From now on, no matter whether you are the son Wuyan or Xue Zangxue, you will no longer exist!You will die in that battle!

However, he also remembered that Xue Zangxue's battle with the death inviter in that biography burned down the Devil City and saved the entire Nine Kingdoms of the West Sea.

All this, no one can do it except him.

I can't say it, if I say it, it will change those things like before, but the result is a mess.

Xue Zangxue stared at Ting Fan's eyes, a pair of young but vicissitudes of eyes looked at him blankly, and seemed to be looking at a more distant soul, with compassion, anger, confusion, struggle, ink clouds gathering and dispersing, cloudy and sunny indefinite.

"Ting Fan," Xue Zangxue said in a deep voice, "There are some things in your mind, maybe about me, maybe about Jianghu."

He paused.

"But I don't think that's an interesting thing for me. I don't need to rely on those things to change my mind, or even, my future."

Ting Fan was startled, and looked at Xue Zangxue in disbelief.

He saw his stupid and dull expression in Xue Zangxue's bright pupils.

he knows!He even knew! !

Ting Fan's heart was roaring, not knowing it was joy and shock.

Xue Zangxue shook his head, as if he understood what Ting Fan was thinking.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"But I want to tell you that some things must be resolved by me. That is my responsibility, and I don't want to push it to anyone."

Ting Fan could no longer refute at this time, because he saw the coffin that Xue Zangxue brought.

Is this person ready to die?

This evil person who is destined to clean up the entire rivers and lakes has already made such a plan, so wouldn't his persuasion seem extraordinarily selfish and ridiculous?

"I'm going down the mountain tomorrow, so please come back."

Xue Zangxue made a gesture of invitation, and when Ting Fan walked out, he waved his palm, but the door did not move at all.

He looked at his hands, the bite mark left by the snow wolf was still there, but his hands were already weak, so he couldn't help but sighed, slowly moved to the door, and gently closed the door.

One turned over and slept next to the coffin.

So the dream continued again.

"Axue, you just don't believe me."

His voice came again, this time without emotion, just confirming a fact, like self-hypnosis, persuading himself to admit this fact.

She turned around.

Looking at him, the spring breeze was cold, and his brows were a little dazed.

She wanted to say, I didn't.

She wanted to say, give me a little more time, let me understand your mystery a little more and a little more.

She wanted to say, sorry, I can't lie, and neither can my body.

After all, she just pursed her lips and said nothing.

The person gradually walked away.

She wanted to grab him, but her feet couldn't move.

She wanted to yell at him and tell him not to leave.

She wants to ask, is it possible that in the next life, there will be no you, no family, and no hand in hand to share the prosperity?

She looked up at the Chonghua tree above her head, the petals were fluttering and she couldn't see clearly.

Should I stay here any longer?Should I go too?

Where should that go?

There was a voice in mid-air, it was indistinct, as if it was covered with a layer of paper, it couldn't be heard clearly.

Then a long sword struck, and he couldn't dodge it. The sword pierced through his chest, and blood spattered.

Xue Zangxue woke up suddenly, forgot to close the window, a few leaves flew into the room and hit Xue Zangxue on the face, but the sky outside the window was still dark.

Have you reached the point where you can't wake up even if the leaves fall on your face?

With his hands on his chest, his heart was beating fast, and it was really aching.

Open your palms, there is no blood.

Xue Zangxue closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the same scene, as if he was standing outside the play watching a play, and he was himself in the outside play.

Perhaps in this life, I will never be able to see the golden armor that appeared with the afterglow of the setting sun in the west and shone in the afterglow.

Even closing his eyes, every detail of that armor can be reconstructed in his mind, the delicate and deep lines, the smooth lines like flowing clouds, as well as the lean body in the armor, and the lethargy from the body. A scent of inner peace.

Xue Zangxue's eyes were a little hot, and it seemed that tears would fall immediately.

After a long time, it never fell off again, as if the warm moisture was just a shadow in the corner of the eye, and it would disappear as soon as the light changed.

Are you here to say goodbye to me?

Xue Zangxue stroked the coffin, closed the lid silently, and tied it on his back again.

Let's go.

The author has something to say:

Ting Fan: I have a little secret, a little secret, I have a lot of secrets, guess...

Xue Zangxue: Oh, I don't guess.

Tingfan: No, let me speak.

Xue Zangxue: Please go back.