The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 274: Looking for Liuli, the remaining snow on the broken bridge 600 years ago ([-]-word chapter, please subscribe)
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On an autumn afternoon, the nearby neighbors were a little surprised and turned their attention to the newly opened "Yijingzhai".

If they looked carefully enough, they could observe that when Ji Pingan said these words lightly.

The old master and the young scholar who were sitting opposite him suddenly became stiff for a moment.

The store also suddenly became quiet, no one spoke, only tea mist curled up, blocking the way between the two parties.

Ji Ping'an smiled, as if it was someone else who revealed their identities just now.

The long-browed Archmage's pupils shrank slightly. Even though he was the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, he was used to the wind and rain, but when the disguise he thought was perfect was exposed like this, it finally made his mood uncontrollable and ripples appeared.

The Buddhist monk beside him also faded away the anxiety on his face, and looked at Ji Ping'an with curiosity and surprise with his clean and bright eyes.

The next second, the air on their bodies was distorted, the illusion disguise was lifted, and the true appearance of the old monk and the young monk was restored.

"It's true that I underestimated you," when the old monk spoke, his two long gray eyebrows trembled slightly at the corners of his eyes, his eyes flashed with strange light, and he commented lightly:
"With your cultivation, you can see through my Buddhist illusions, which is pretty good."

Not bad!

If a disciple of the Buddhist Dajue Temple were here, he would probably be surprised when he heard these words.

Just because it is extremely difficult to get the word "not bad" from the serious archmage.

It's just that after all, it's the condescending attitude of a big shot commenting on "juniors".

Ji Ping'an smiled, naturally he would not be flattered by the compliments of a mere leader.

You must know that when he went to Dajue Temple to discuss with the Lord Buddha, the former head of Bodhidharma Academy was only qualified to listen outside the temple.

However, there was indeed a gap in their apparent identities at the moment, and he did not reveal anything. He just smiled and said:

"In that case, I should thank both of you. But I never thought that the Buddhist envoy would visit in this way, and it would be a disappointment to welcome him from afar."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the two teacups whirled and landed in front of the two of them.

The old monk heard the slight sarcasm in the words of the star official in front of him, and didn't care. He watched two jets of water fly out from the spout, filling the teacup, and narrowed his eyes slightly, saying:
"Buddhist practitioners pay attention to purity. If you come here like this, it will only reduce the ostentation. On the other hand, Qintian Supervisor Ji Sichen has a great reputation. When I saw him today, he turned out to be a young hero. He was able to tell the identity of the two of us at once, which really surprised the poor monk. Accident."

Ji Ping'an calmed down and said with a smile:

"Just as soon as I returned to the city, I learned that the Buddhist delegation had arrived. Not only was the leader the leader, but also Buddhist sons and daughters were accompanying them. It was not difficult to guess that they would meet."

After a few simple exchanges, neither of them was entangled in how to distinguish this little thing.

It's just that the atmosphere was a bit tense. Ji Ping'an could probably guess the purpose of Changmei's visit, and it seemed to be more of a test.

But the leader of the Bodhidharma Academy came to test a young star official in disguise, saying that he had no other purpose, and no one would believe him.

As for Buddhism and Qin Tianjian, they can be regarded as enemies in history. When he was there in the past, Buddhism was still willing to humble himself in front of him, but ten years later, people have left the tea.

If the Great Master of the Zhou Dynasty was still there, it is expected that the Buddhist sect would definitely not make any probing moves.

There was a brief moment of silence in the Yijingzhai. Both parties drank tea separately. Only the delicate-looking young monk Liao Chen looked at him curiously.

"Ta." Putting down the tea cup, Ji Ping'an took the lead in starting the second round of topics:

"Master came here today because of the death of Abbot Yihong?"

Master Changmei said "En", and naturally he would not say that the real purpose was to test your depth, and said:

"I came just for Yihong. Yunlin Temple sent news back to Buddhism. The Lord Buddha took the news of Yihong's death very seriously, so he sent us to investigate. I learned that Yihong had spoken to Ji Sichen alone before his death. Naturally, I wanted to ask Last question."

Having said this, he paused, his face with a serious expression and ordinary appearance suddenly emitted a golden light from his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice:
"I dare to ask, what did Yihong say to you? I hope you can tell the poor monk the truth!"

Although the words of this question are polite, the tone is different.

Xu Shi has been in charge of Buddhist affairs for too long, and the voice of the head of Bodhidharma Academy is calm and authoritative, giving people an indescribable pressure.

At this moment, especially paired with those glittering golden eyes, one can't help but feel fearful and unable to think of "lying".

Ji Ping'an knew that this was the "mantra" magical power of Buddhism.

The so-called monks do not tell lies. The reason why this "slogan" can be spread is because Buddhism has a magical power that can make people speak the truth. But if you want to practice it, you want the monks to insist on not lying for several years in the early stage.

Once you tell a lie, your success will be ruined.

The so-called "closed mouth" is to cultivate the bug of this magical card...

But this kind of method of interfering with the soul cannot be said to be a drop in the bucket for an alien with a very strong soul like Ji Ping'an, it can only be said to be completely ineffective.

At this moment, in his induction, there were ripples in his sea of ​​consciousness, but in an instant, he smoothed them out on his own.

Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "Master has questions and I won't hide them..."

Then, he recounted the conversation between himself and Kazuhiro, but concealed the influence of the "Kongming Bodhisattva Realm", which was similar to the version he originally told Daigoin.

The two monks listened quietly and saw that there was no difference with the version provided by the Zen Academy. They sighed softly and felt a little disappointed.

Master Changmei's self-cultivation is a level higher than that of Ji Ping'an, and the activation of the Buddhist "mantra" magical power is extremely secretive, making it almost undetectable for monks who have broken through the ninth level.

Naturally, he would not have expected that the spell was perfectly restrained by Ji Ping'an, and his words were not questioned.

Master Changmei said "Oh" and said:
"In that case, Kazuhiro's death was entirely his own fault."

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and said without answering:
"Does the Archmage have anything else to do?"

Master Changmei was unhappy and was about to speak. Suddenly, Buddha, who had been listening quietly next to him, spoke:
"I heard that you are a disciple of the Great Zhou Dynasty Master."

Ji Ping'an finally moved his eyes to the young man's face again.

The little monk named "Liao Chen" was handsome, with a smile on his face, and his eyes were exceptionally clear and translucent. At this time, a ray of sunlight happened to move onto his face, making his smile look particularly bright.

Liao Chen looked at Ji Ping'an seriously. Their eyes intertwined in the air, as if they could create ripples.

He said again: "I heard that you are a disciple of the National Master."

Ji Ping'an responded with a smile:

"It is a school in Qintianjian, and all the star officials are disciples of the national master."

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded with interest:
"It makes sense. But you should be the more special one."

Without waiting for an answer, he said to himself:
"I heard that when you were in Shendu City, you gave a Buddhist verse to Abbot Xueting. Now it has spread to the Tang Dynasty. Many people have heard it and thought it was very good. Later, you went to Yunlin Zen Temple and gave it to Yihong. The half-sentence of a Buddhist verse helped him complete the problems that had troubled him throughout his life, and allowed him to untie his knot before he went crazy and died, which is also very good."

Ji Pingan remained silent and waited quietly for the young monk to continue.

Liao Chen paused and said:
"In the past, the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty discussed the Dharma with Lord Buddha. Although he did not have a Buddha in his heart, his attainments in Buddhism impressed even the previous generations of Buddha Lords. Therefore, I am very curious as to how much of the inheritance you have inherited as a disciple of the Master."

The young monk was very organized and spoke in a calm and unhurried manner.

At this time, he raised a finger and dipped it in the tea bowl in front of him. Immediately, he used his delicate fingers to write a Buddhist inscription on the brown-black table.

He raised his hand and said with a smile: "Please enlighten me."

The long-browed Master next to him squirmed his jaw muscles, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, letting the Buddha do what he wanted.

Buddhism, as a long-standing practice tradition, has a unique writing system, which is the "Buddhist Text". It is said that it was rubbed from the "Buddhist Sutra".

There is mystery inside.

People in Buddhism, in addition to the level of cultivation, pay more attention to the level of "Buddhism", and the latter is more important.

Therefore, many methods of "competition" and "discussion" have been derived.

For example, the most talked-about "fighting machine" in the world, telling riddles and creating some Buddhist koan stories, is one kind.

Another method that is more commonly used among practitioners is "Buddhist text" discussion:
That is, one person writes his or her understanding of Buddhism into words and counts it as the title.

If the other party can understand it, he can break it down step by step and use the correct method to "solve the problem" successfully.

If it cannot be broken, it means failure.

Those who are poor in Buddhism can't even understand it at all.

In the eyes of Master Changmei, the question asked by "Buddha" at this moment is really not simple. Even if he were to solve it, he would have to think about it for a while before he could solve it carefully.

Ji Ping'an lowered his gaze, stared at the Buddhist inscription for a while, and then shook his head.

Liao Chen waited with a smile. Seeing this, disappointment appeared on his face, and all traces of expectation were gone. He stood up without interest and said:
"It seems that, as the rumors say, those two Buddhist verses of yours are just the wisdom of the National Master. I am very disappointed."

Then he said to the old monk next to him:

"Let's go back."

Master Changmei nodded and stood up to say goodbye. It seemed that the real leader among the two of them was the "Buddha".

Until the two figures walked out of the Gua Guan and disappeared far away at the end of Laoliu Street.

The door behind Ji Ping'an was pushed open, and Fang Shijie, a chubby little man, poked his head in. After confirming that the person had left, he walked over with square steps and a solemn expression:
"Are those two bald donkeys from Buddhism?"

"This year's head of Bodhidharma Academy, and this year's Buddhist disciples." Ji Ping'an said.

Fang Shijie chewed his teeth and cursed:
"Straight bitch, the bald donkey's ears are very smart. He came to the door immediately. What's going on? The person who came here is evil?"

Ji Ping'an didn't care much and said:

"It's nominally asking about the cause of Yihong's death, but actually it's more like checking my depth. Xin Yaoguang is right. Buddhism wants to take the opportunity to make trouble this time and do something. I've only been dead for ten years. Those who are ready to take action People, it won’t stop.”

Fang Shijie said angrily:

"I said at the beginning that keeping Nantang would be troublesome sooner or later. So what should we do next? Wait?"

Ji Pingan smiled:

"Didn't you say that when the soldiers come, the water will be blocked and the earth will cover it up? Okay, I know it myself."

Fang Shijie hesitated to speak, but thought that he was just a little kid and couldn't help much at the moment, so he had no choice but to nod his head. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the Buddhist inscription on the table and said curiously:
"This is……"

"Oh, it's just a kid causing trouble." Ji Ping'an said casually.

Immediately, the "Buddha's Son" condensed with spiritual essence and left on the table with indestructible Buddhist inscriptions, suddenly faded and disappeared.

Split words?

It was not that difficult. From beginning to end, Ji Ping'an just glanced at it.

As for shaking his head when he was mistaken for "no", he just disliked the question as too rough and clumsy.

However, he finally roughly determined the true identity of this so-called Buddhist disciple "Liao Chen".

"She is indeed a reborn person... What about the 'Buddha Girl'? Who is it? Is it possible..."

In Ji Ping'an's mind, hundreds of years ago, when the flood swallowed up the ancient Qiantang, the sacred and inviolable Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged on the broken lotus platform in the ancient well came to mind.

He suddenly had a sudden impulse, stood up and said:

"Help look after the store. I'm going out and will be back later."

Fang Shijie looked confused and hugged his shoulders angrily:

"You are using child labor illegally!"

But Ji Ping'an ignored his complaints, and the blue shirt had disappeared.

the other side.

Outside Laoliu Street, two monks, one old and one young, who had regained their illusion disguises, slowly boarded the waiting carriage.

The young monk opened the curtain, sat at one end of the carriage, looked at the head of Bodhidharma Academy who was sitting opposite him, and said calmly:
"I want to change my opponent."

Master Changmei was stunned: "Why?"

……

……

The Beast Control Sect, where the mountain gate is located, is shrouded in clouds and mountains, and the roaring of tigers and the cries of apes are heard all year round.

Suddenly, a melodious bell echoed, and the clouds spread in circles like ripples.

In a quiet room, Xu Yuanyun opened his eyes from breathing, his eyebrows as slender as those outlined by a paintbrush slowly raised, and his eyes fell on the door sign that flickered in front of him.

"What happened?"

Xu Yuanyun was a little puzzled, knowing that this was a signal to summon senior members of the sect to participate in the meeting.

She stood up and opened the door. She gently threw it with two fingers. With a "ding" sound, the token rotated and summoned a white crane, which carried the girl and went straight to the temple on the main peak.

As soon as she arrived, she saw people gathering in the hall one after another, saluting her one after another, and then looking at the main seat at the same time.

A flash of flames flashed, and the contemporary Master, who was wearing a Xia Pei and a small phoenix crown, his skin was as frosty as snow, and his temperament was graceful and majestic, emerged from the flames.

Sitting quietly under the high back of the chair, looking around with phoenix eyes.

"Master, may I ask what happened? Did you summon us to come?"

A male elder of the Beast Control Sect stood up. His clothes, which looked like official robes, were embroidered with crossed clovers, and a white ghost crouched.

Qi Hongmian sat high on the throne and was silent for a moment before looking down:
"Elder Luan, come and make the announcement."

"Yes." Luan Yu, who had bright and majestic features, stood up. There was still a look of surprise on the female monk's usually cold and distant face, and she said:

"A few days ago, the sect sent various parties to search for the whereabouts of the remnants of the Demon Sect. The clues seemed to point to the direction of Heishui Ze. Therefore, Hei Changshi led the sect to investigate, but not long ago he sent back a message saying..."

At this point, even Luan Yu's calmness could not contain his disbelief. Under the confused gazes of the other disciples, he said bravely:

"It is said that there was a great battle in Blackwater Lake. The leader of the Daze Sect died. The leader's son was deposed and escorted to the government of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The rest of the people on the island were either dead or in prison, waiting to be punished. At the same time, a large number of The strange sects and martial arts monks in Lanzhou Jianghu were also among them, and they were called Qintianjian, Daomen, and Yunhuai Academy to jointly annihilate them..."

Luan Yu's speech was very long, but no one interrupted or became impatient. When they heard the news that the Daze Sect had been destroyed, all the monks of the Beast Control Sect were stunned.

I suspect I heard wrong.

An orthodox sect registered in the Great Zhou Dynasty, with a power that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Was everything wiped out just like that overnight?
Colluding with the Four Holy Religions?Being executed by the three major forces?
But why did the Beast Control Sect, which was the closest and should have been the first to notice, not know anything about it?
The minds of all the elders and deacons in the hall were in confusion. Although they were all aware of the changes of the times before this, those inside the mountain gate lacked intuitive feelings about the changes in the outside world.

Sanhuang County?Although the incident had a great impact, it ultimately only involved the mortal world.

It was not until the "Daze Sect", which was also a spiritual force, was destroyed that many people finally realized clearly:

In the spiritual world, the peace that lasted for hundreds of years is really over.

"Why...what is going on? The Da Ze Sect has defected to the Demon Sect? But how did the Dao Sect know?" asked the disciple with a clover embroidered on his skirt.

Luan Yu took a deep breath and said dryly:

"According to Hei Changshi's inquiry, the core key to this matter is not the Taoist sect, but a name that you have all heard of."

After a brief pause, the older female cultivator read out the three words with a complicated expression:
"Ji Pingan."

Brush—Xu Yuanyun immediately pricked up his ears, and the NDA moved.

"Ji Ping'an? The leader of the Great Prize in the City of Gods? The young star officer of Qin Tianjian?" Everyone was indeed familiar with this.

But to them, a junior who is stuck in the Po-Ninth Realm is really not worthy of paying much attention.

Luan Yu immediately described the process of how Ji Ping'an and his party entered Qianjiao Island in disguise and pretended to choose a husband, but actually took advantage of the wedding night when the Four Saints were slack to launch an attack and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop——

With a large number of prisoners captured, this process was difficult to conceal.

After listening to his series of operations, everyone present looked at each other and were deeply shocked.

There is only one thought in mind:
Can this really be accomplished by a young man who started practicing Buddhism in the early spring of this year?
Presumably, brother and sister Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yuanyang were overshadowed.

Qi Hongmian, who was in a high position, also sighed in her heart. When she learned what happened, she felt no calmer than these people.Only Xu Yuanyun’s attention was different:
wedding?He pretended to choose a husband and got married to the devil's saint?
Xu Yuanyun bit her lip, with complicated thoughts in her mind. She suddenly recalled the rumor in the world that the Great Zhou Imperial Master was kidnapped by a demon sect saint to make a furnace.

Although: after the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, similar rumors have been refuted and clarified, but...

What if?
Xu Yuanyun was thinking wildly, suddenly couldn't sit still, and had the urge to return to Yuhang immediately to confirm the situation.

But then he thought that he had just returned from visiting relatives in Yuhang a few days ago, and there was really no reason to go there again in a short time.

At this time, there was a loud discussion in the main hall, asking about the details of the Daze Sect incident, and Luan Yu was at a loss for words.

"Quiet." From the high throne, the "Queen of the Cultivation World" said coldly:
"Now that the Daze Sect has been wiped out, Heishuize immediately sent people to take it over and bring it under the jurisdiction of our sect. The follow-up is detailed and the people are ordered to check carefully. Also, although it is called annihilation, it is inevitable that there are still fish that have slipped through the net in Lanzhou. The investigation should continue."

All the monks in the sect agreed.

Qi Hongmian continued:

"Also, there is another matter. Information was sent from Yuhang City not long ago, saying that the Buddhist mission arrived at Yunlin Zen Temple two days ago with the 'Buddha Son' and the 'Buddha Girl', suspected of coming to target the death of the abbot of the Zen Institute, Yihong..."

Xu Yuanyun, who was distracted, came to his senses briefly:
Buddhism, are you here?
……

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After autumn, the temperature in Lanzhou becomes cooler. Although the trees are still green from a distance, if you get closer, you can already see the sense of decline.

After Ji Ping'an left Laoliu Street, he first used escape techniques to stay away from familiar places and arrived at the nearest city gate.

Immediately he rented a horse and rode out of the city, heading northwest at full speed, namely:

Running wildly in the direction of Qiantang County.

After confirming the identity of "Buddha" as a reborn person, he couldn't help but make a guess:
If the "Buddha Girl" is also a reborn person, who will she be?
Or to put it more bluntly, could it be - Liuli Bodhisattva?
Once this speculation surfaced, it grew like weeds, but it was impossible to confirm it intellectually.

Buddhism has thousands of years of history, and there are many strong women. Some have been seen, some have not been seen, and judging from the probability, the probability that they happen to be Liuli is not very high.

But always give it a try.

Of course, you can't go directly to Yunlin Temple for an interview, although with "Jiang Jiang's" invisibility method, you can avoid a lot of sight.

But the depth of the mission cannot be determined at first, and it will be very troublesome if the returning Master Long Eyebrow senses it.

Secondly, if it was not Liuli at all and he rashly tried to contact her, the problem would be even greater.

Taking ten thousand steps back, assuming that it is really Liuli, Ji Ping'an is also difficult to determine the latter's attitude. After all, what happened back then... In the final analysis, the two are still enemies.

It is difficult for him to open his heart and reveal his identity directly like he did to Huayang and others.

Therefore, he was going to try another way and inquire in a roundabout way.

"Thinking about it from her perspective, what would happen if she were Liuli and came back to Qiantang after hundreds of years?"

Friends who are often reborn know that in this case, almost every reborn person will "revisit the old place" to find a place that is impressive in his memory and visit it again.

It just so happens that there is such a hometown in ancient Qiantang City, now "Qiantang County".

The memories of the past surged in his mind. Ji Ping'an whipped his horse and turned into a black smoke, rushing towards Qiantang.

In order to avoid bumping into Buddhist monks, he deliberately bypassed Yunlin Temple and entered the city through the west gate.

The two places were only half a day apart. When Ji Ping'an arrived, it was still dark, and the western sky was covered with red clouds, like red maple leaves falling.

"Sorry."

Slowing down his horse's speed, Ji Ping'an quickly identified the direction and headed towards the direction in his mind.

Qiantang County is far less prosperous than Yuhang, but perhaps because it is approaching evening, the flow of people on the streets has become denser.

A few days ago, the aftermath of a big battle here with Wei Qingqing and Taoist Banshan has subsided. Except for a ruined house in the south of the city, there seems to be no trace left.

After hundreds of years of vicissitudes and urban reconstruction, many buildings of the past have collapsed and been destroyed in the smoke of history.

But in the end, a few will be preserved as "places of interest" for future generations to pay homage to.

Ji Ping'an changed his makeup and pretended to be a knight-errant, leading the horse through the crowd, along the north bank of a river that ran through the ancient Qiantang, and finally arrived at a broken bridge.

It was indeed a broken bridge, with a simple and square shape, an architectural feature of the previous dynasty. It originally spanned the river, but was interrupted in the middle.

As a result, only the broken bridges on both sides are left looking at each other in the distance.

The stone bridge has been battered by wind and rain for nearly a thousand years, and the carvings on the surface have become blurred. The bridge piers are covered with moss. There are stalls on the broken bridge, and there are also tourists paying their respects.

A small boat was passing by below. The boatman holding the oar was standing at the head of the bed, his face flushed under the bamboo hat. On the boat were two scribes.

Ji Ping'an looked at the broken bridge for a moment, then led the horse and walked straight towards a nearby teahouse. There was an old man who was specially looking after the horses and vehicles underneath. He smiled when he saw him:

"An objective view of the horse racing?"

Ji Ping'an flicked his wrist and shot out a broken piece of silver. When the latter was stunned, he asked:
"In the past two days, have you seen any monks coming here to pay their respects? Especially nuns?"

The horse watcher has been at the bridge all day, greeting people and sending them off, and his memory is excellent. In these two days, he has definitely not forgotten anything.

The old man pinched the broken silver, showed a flattering smile, tried his best to think carefully, shook his head and said:
"Well, the little old man really didn't notice. A few days ago, there were occasionally a few monks seen in the city, but since there were immortals fighting in the city a few days ago, there have been obviously fewer. Not to mention nuns?"

"What about the people who behave strangely?" Ji Ping'an asked again.

The latter still shook his head, saying that he had not seen him in the past two days.

Haven't been here?I didn't have much hope at first, but after getting this result, my heart inevitably dropped.

The horse watcher observed the words and expressions carefully and said:

"Did you make an appointment with a friend to meet you in the next two days? Why not sit in the building, maybe he will come."

A clumsy way to attract customers...but it does make some sense. Thinking about it from another perspective, if it were Liuli, she would not have had a chance to escape alone in the Buddhist mission these past two days.

Yes, if we talk about acting alone, it would be the most likely possibility for Master Changmei and Buddha to leave Qiantang today.

He simply came here, why not wait a moment? When Ji Ping'an thought of this, he threw the horse's rein towards him and said:
"Feed the good feed, it will be used later."

Look at the old man claiming that he is.

Ji Ping'an walked into the teahouse. In the evening, the people in the building gradually became denser. He walked to the second floor and took a seat. He ordered pastries and tea. When he turned around, he could see the sunset over the broken bridge outside the window.

After returning from his thoughts, he heard the storyteller in the teahouse mention the word "broken bridge" by coincidence:
"...I want to ask, why did the Qiantang Broken Bridge come into existence? There is another story related to the flood that submerged the entire ancient Qiantang City hundreds of years ago."

There were many tourists around the teahouse, and the storytellers also caught these eye-catching paragraphs. The old teagoers were naturally bored by what they heard, but there were still businessmen who were surprised to hear:
"Could it be that the flood destroyed it?"

The storyteller stood behind the small table, stroking his beard and shaking his head knowingly:

"No, this bridge has been built for thousands of years. How can it be shaken by a flood?"

After a pause, he deliberately made a nervous and mysterious gesture, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and said:

"It is said that this was interrupted by two immortal masters."

Several hisses suddenly sounded in the teahouse.

Perhaps it was because there was a fight between immortal masters in the city not long ago, and the people had a strong sense of involvement.

However, no one knows that the person responsible for destroying the small courtyard in Nancheng is sitting here.

Not to mention that the person responsible for interrupting this thousand-year-old bridge is also here.

Ji Ping'an listened to the storyteller's story and looked out at the broken bridge. Looking across the broken bridge, he could just catch a glimpse of the hilltop of Yunlin Temple outside the city.

He still clearly remembered that 600 years ago, the flood froze into ice and snow, turning half of the state into frost.

When all things were withering away, as "Li Yang", I and Liuli Bodhisattva spent 58 days under the dry well in the Zen Yuan to break all the "five precepts" of Buddhism that the latter adhered to.

Just after that day, the relationship between the two completely changed.

Under the nourishment of "Liyang True Fire", Liuli was able to survive the "cold poison" of the demon clan and survive the disaster.

And after breaking this last layer of "precepts", the once holy Bodhisattva seemed to have given up on himself and completely fell into the mortal world.

Nine days.

In the shape of "big", Liuli, who gave up on herself, stood up from the lotus platform, grabbed the clothes Li Yang placed next to her, and covered her whole body.

He walked barefoot to Li Yang who was sleeping in the corner of the well, kicked him lightly with his feet, and said in a dry and hoarse voice:

"I'm hungry."

Then without any hesitation, he took the barbecue handed over by Li Yang and ate it happily.

No. 60 days.

Li Yang was woken up by Liuli from his deep sleep:
"Let's go 'hunting'."

She called the process of finding food hunting, and her tone seemed to be no different from the past, but Li Yang was still keenly aware of her changes.

The last barrier between the two seemed to have disappeared.

In the next few dozen days, the two seemed to have become a "couple" from the primitive era or after the apocalypse.

Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

He climbed out of the well on time every day, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and pulled a homemade sledge to search for food, drink, and various supplies in the nearby ruins.

Sometimes I am unlucky and have to walk for a long time, or even spend the night outside, but I am worried about attracting some survivors with malicious intentions, so I dare not light a fire to keep warm.

At that time, Liuli would lean over without caring, and the two of them would sleep in each other's arms.

Many mornings, when Li Yang opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the lifelike face sleeping in his arms.

Therefore, he inexplicably began to hope for bad luck.

When they are lucky and find enough food to enjoy for several days, the two of them will eat it and stay in the well all day without going out. There is a formation to block them, so the two of them sit cross-legged and meditate opposite each other to restore their cultivation.

Later, one day, Liuli saw that he was always sleeping on the ground, and suddenly patted the place next to him and said:

"You can sleep here."

So, on the lotus platform where two people could sleep, there was another Liyang.

The days passed by like this, the ice and snow outside began to show signs of melting, the formation at the wellhead became weaker and weaker, and the cultivation of the two great practitioners finally recovered enough to be free in one day. Paul, when leaving this area.

This morning.

The two of them woke up very early in a tacit agreement, without speaking, and got up from the lotus platform together in silence.

They cast spells together to wash their faces, one made a fire, the other washed the pot, made a hearty breakfast, and even poured all the treasured condiments into the pot.

A mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat. The two of them ate very focused and devotedly, until the last bit of soup and the last bit of meat foam in the pot were eliminated.

Liuli said: "Leave?"

Li Yang said: "Okay."

So the two climbed out of the well again.

This time, instead of wearing a thick winter coat, he wore a thin shirt that was easy to move around. Li Yang carried the long sword on his back, and Liuli held his jade purification bottle in his arms.

The two of them did not bring the very useful sledge with them. When they left, Li Yang thought about it and shook a bunch of sword fire into the mouth of the well, leaving the traces in the well to be swallowed up by the flames.

The two stood by the well until the flames went out and the light ceased. Then they turned and walked side by side towards Qiantang City in the distance.

The ice and snow are still silvery white at first glance, but there are some more footprints on the ground, some of animals and some of people.

But this time, the two did not pursue the animal's footprints as usual, nor did they deliberately avoid possible survivors.

Just silently, he walked into Qiantang City in a pure white world and walked aimlessly along the land behind the ruins. It happened that he didn't meet anyone along the way.

Maybe, but when I saw the two of them from a distance, I avoided them.

Finally, after walking along the frozen river bank for an unknown amount of time, a simple bridge connecting the two banks appeared in front of them.

The bridge was covered with ice and snow, and the thick snow on the handrails was frozen, reflecting dazzling light.

Liuli's already fair face was somewhat transparent in the sunlight.

The two stepped onto the bridge, and when they reached the middle, she suddenly stopped and said:
"Just walk here."

Li Yang stopped and was silent for a moment: "No more walking?"

Liuli turned her head, looked at him with those pure, transparent eyes without any flaws, and said:

"Send you a thousand miles, and you have to say goodbye."

When she spoke, a puff of white mist would come out of her lips.

Li Yang squeezed out a smile and said: "That's right."

After a pause, he asked tentatively:

"You're not going to try to fight again? Are you trying to capture me, the 'Demon Lord', and take me back?"

Liuli's face, which was pretending to be calm, seemed a little moved, but she still held it down, turned her head away, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"It's not necessary."

long silence.

Li Yang finally sighed softly and said, "Yes."

After a pause, he said: "From now on, we will still be..."

Liuli raised her head and whispered: "Enemy."

As if announcing some kind of end, the two people standing in the middle of the bridge turned around at the same time, one facing south and the other facing north.

Liuli took the first step and stepped on the snow with her bare feet, making a soft "crunching" sound.

The scabbard Li Yang carried on his back shook slightly, and a straight line suddenly appeared on the snow on the bridge.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The two great monks walked farther and farther toward both sides of the bridge, and the traces on the snow became deeper and deeper.

Until there was a roar, the huge bridge broke in the middle, and stones fell one after another, making a roar in the silent world.

The last scene in my memory also fell into pieces.

……

in the tea house.

The voice of the storyteller in Ji Ping'an's ears became clear again. In his field of vision, the setting sun outside the window had sunk into the ground, and then darkness came.

The song ends and everyone disperses. After waiting for a long time, the person he wanted to wait for has not arrived after all.

"Is it true that I guessed wrong?"

Ji Ping'an laughed at himself and stood up to pay. The tea and cakes on the table were not touched at all.

But just when he walked out of the teahouse.

Suddenly I saw a figure leading a horse, covered with a veil and a bamboo hat, stopping at the door and saying to the horse caretaker:

"Have you seen anyone behaving strangely around here these past two days?"

……

ps: The typesetting was changed first and then revised, [-] words, just to make up for yesterday’s changes.

(End of this chapter)