princess from the underworld

Chapter 478 text 486
Xiaoyi walked very slowly, knowing that he would miss the ferry, but he still couldn't control himself. He took Ziyan's cold hand and stepped on the flowers step by step. The hem of his robe also turned blood red, as if blood was dotted on it.

"Going from south to north, from west to east, it seems that Fusheng is always empty.

The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and life is in it.

The sun is also empty and the moon is also empty. What is the merit of coming and going.

The fields are empty and the land is empty, how many masters have been changed.

Gold is also empty, silver is also empty, and it was never in the hands after death.

The wife is empty, the son is empty, and I will not meet on the road to Huangquan.

In the Tripitaka, emptiness is form, and in the Prajna Heart Sutra, form is emptiness.

Going west and east at dusk, life is like a bee picking flowers.

Picking hundreds of flowers to make honey, all the hard work is in vain.

The queen of the night heard the three-watch drum, turned around and didn't feel the five-watch clock.

If you think about it carefully from the beginning, it is Nankeyi's dream.

Don't believe me, but look at the peach and apricot tree, how long can the flowers be red? !

How to watch the ministers and ministers, buried in the soil after death.

The body returns to the loess and the air follows the wind, and a piece of stinky skin is full of blood and pus.

Corruption is not as good as pigs and dogs, alas!Why didn't you ask Zhigong?"

This was the song Duhe Gong sang when he left the Santu River, but Xiaoyi didn't have any thoughts, and listened to the singing in the air quietly, the faint feeling made him feel very comfortable.

The riverboat has left the shore.

"How should I pay you back?" Zi Yan asked suddenly.

Xiaoyi froze for a moment, then looked at Ziyan in surprise, "What do you mean?"

Zi Yan sighed, "I owe him too much."

Xiaoyi looked puzzled, and at this moment, Ziyan took out a piece of purple silk, with a small white flower painted on it, and a sentence written on it: People are Lingtou clouds, who gathers and disperses? Tube.You are like a lone cloud, where to return, I am like a wild goose.

Pass it to Xiao Yi.

"For me?" Xiaoyi asked in surprise.

"No." Zi Yan said as if pouring cold water on her.

"Huh?!" He looked frustrated.

(End of this chapter)