high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 189 Xuan Wenjun [Two Chapters In One]

The scenes I saw just now gradually emerged from my mind, like long frames of silent and soundless pictures.

The restaurant after the rain, the fireworks exploding on the river bank, the half-faded small flower window and the rain slanting on the small window...

The moist and vast water vapor in the wind was so turbulent that it completely submerged the nasal cavity, and even the breath was filled with moist air.

Ignorance, Guanghui, the Red Dragon Heart Sutra and the golden lotus flower born between the eyebrows.

I... Who am I?

These things exploded with a bang, and there was a faint sizzling sound in the ears.

The brain is like a dilapidated radio that has been in disrepair for a long time, with aging electronic tubes, poorly connected leads, and worn carbon membranes...they are all driven by electric current and make trivial noises.

When Bai Shu's headache was about to split, a small figure opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

All kinds of feelings rushed into his heart, and his eyes flickered slightly.

taller...

She is no longer a child.

Bai Shu also opened his arms, but when his hands passed through the ends of his hair, he didn't feel the slightest touch.

What the two hugged was just a hollow shadow...

That little idiot in Fenyin City had already grown to his chest, and the little girl was silent, and she didn't speak for a long time.

In the dim sky, new clouds piled up, and flying snow fell chaotically.

Bai Shu was silent for a long time, and forced a smile.

"Why did you come to me at this time?" Xie Fanjing raised his head, and in front of him, the little monk in white was a little helpless:

"Now that I'm not in Fengshan Temple, how can I grill fish for you?"

"Did you go to Dalong's place to play?"

"big dragon?"

"Grandpa and the others call Lord Qingli Da Nixiu, but I think Da Nixiu is not a good name, and he will be unhappy." Xie Fanjing blinked: "I call him Dalong."

"Do you know Mr. Qingli?"

"I went to his house to play, and Dalong gave me a lot of food."

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, almost like goose catkins. Seeing Xie Fan mirror a little bit, he was almost buried into a little snowman by the frost and snow.

Bai Shu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly at her.

Xie Fanjing also raised his face, and bent his eyes towards Bai Shu.

The two walked across the white snow, and Bai Shu led her into the small building he was in, the three-story wooden building engraved with enchanting talismans.

Pushing open the door, the furnishings in the house remained the same as when he left, without any change.

Xie Fan hopped up and down like a kitten, shaking off the snowflakes on his shoulders.

Bai Shu's lips moved, but finally remained silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

He looked at the bouncing little girl and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The chaotic lights and shadows in front of his eyes were mottled, and the fine dust slowly floated into his eyelids. He slowly closed his eyes, and the dancing and shining white spots in front of his eyes gradually disappeared.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Bai Shu had never heard his own heartbeat so clearly, one after another, like a Dharma drum being violently beaten.

After a long trance, he managed to calm down and opened his eyes in silence.

"Are you going to die? I don't want you to die."

The little monk in white lowered his eyes, his voice paused, and he spoke softly.

"How can I save you?"

Xie Fanjing lowered his head and said nothing. His small ears protruded slightly from his black hair, moving like some kind of cute little fluffy animal.

Bai Shu's heart ached, at this moment, he was speechless.

He never thought that meeting again would be like this.

"I won't die. The teacher said that he can save me. On Baimao Mountain, he can keep me alive."

Xie Fanjing struggled to roll up his sleeves, and spoke seriously to Bai Shu:

"Grandpa asked me to practice with my teacher because of this, Bai Shu, I won't die."

On her arm, a part of her body has become completely transparent, as if it has melted into the air, and it is no longer distinguishable from each other.

The girl in front of her seemed to disappear at any moment, like a fragile and delicate porcelain.

Bai Shu stared blankly at the figure who was a few steps away in front of him, seeing every detail of the city of Fenyin after so many years.Memories floated in my mind like bubbles.

"Everyone says that after forming Dafan's heart seal, you won't be backlashed by the mind."

In the ears, voices continued to come.

"But I was still backlashed, Dafan is really dangerous."

The little girl's frustrated voice came from nearby, Bai Shu looked at the little girl with her head down, and felt relieved suddenly.

He spread his clenched fingers and smiled slowly.

"Will you come to Baimao Mountain to play with me?" Xie Fanjing looked at him.

"Will do."

"You're not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you." Looking at the suspicious little girl, Bai Shu smiled softly with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Let me go find you." The little girl lowered her head: "The teacher said that after I return to Baimao Mountain, I will sleep for a long time, and I don't know when I will wake up. When I wake up, Baizhu, you will forget about me."

"I won't forget you."

Bai Shu patted her head:

"I know a great monk who is very powerful. He must have a solution for your illness."

"You must survive!"

The little monk in white withdrew his palms, clasped his palms together, and spoke solemnly, with serious eyes.

Xie Fanjing looked at him, with a trace of struggle on her face, she let out a muffled snort, and forcibly suppressed the severe pain in her head that seemed to be split by a knife and axe.

Those fuzzy things, in memory, became clearer little by little.

"Don't die!"

Amidst the flames that filled the sky, there was the sound of a man crying bitterly.

He cried so mournfully, as if he had lost something extremely precious. In his memory, it was full of bright red, like blood and fire intertwined, covering up other colors.

"You must survive!"

At this moment, the voice in memory and Bai Shu's voice in front of him suddenly merged together, and they were no longer separated from each other.

Xie Fanjing raised her head in a daze, staring blankly at the young monk with a solemn face, her heart was astringent, and she had an inexplicable urge to cry.

Bai Shu was stunned, looking at the little girl with red eye circles, he was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

Just when he was about to continue speaking, there were suddenly a few knocks on the door.

"Time is running out, since we've met each other, it's time to go."

Outside the door, a man's gentle voice sounded:

"Your father, the chief minister of the imperial court has urged you repeatedly. I just went to Changle City for a visit, and he sent a hundred messages over."

The small wooden door was gently pushed open, but Luanxue stopped outside the door one after another.

The middle-aged scribe in a Confucian shirt was holding a letter, and he glanced at the two of them with a calm expression.

"teacher……"

Xie Fanjing rubbed his red eye circles and glanced at the middle-aged scribe.

"Little master has a good cultivation level. I didn't expect Wuhuai to give you the Kuhai Buddha."

The middle-aged scribe smiled softly, and said to the little monk in white:

"In time, I think that I will be like Wuxian, and I will be a Buddhist disciple of King Kong Temple again. The luck of the Southern Zen Sect will always overwhelm the Northern Zen Sect."

"How dare you compare yourself with Uncle Wuxian?" Baihou took a step back and asked the middle-aged scribe in front of him.

"My name is Du Shaozhi."

The middle-aged scribe nodded slightly: "She was overwhelmed by Da Fan's divine will, and Da Sinon asked me to save her life."

"Mr. Lao Da is here." Bai Shu bowed again, thanking the middle-aged scribe in front of him.

"As it should be."

The middle-aged scribe with a clear face smiled, and he took a deep look at the bowed Bai Shu with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Saving people is like putting out a fire, so I won't be too polite with my little master."

Xie Fanjing glanced at Bai Shu hesitantly, and pursed the corners of his lips.

"Please!" Bai Shu bowed solemnly.

"We will definitely meet again." He rubbed Xie Fanjing's head and whispered to the little girl.

"En!" Xie Fanjing nodded heavily.

In the cabin, a vacuum passage suddenly appeared, revealing the deep darkness and chaos.

The middle-aged scribe stepped forward with Xie Fanjing, and his figure disappeared.

With a final quick glance, they both waved vigorously goodbye.

"You must survive!"

In the memory, that voice became clear again, the voice of the crying man overlapped with Bai Shu's face.

It seemed that at the last moment, it was such a voice that echoed in my ears.

"We must survive..."

Xie Fanjing's heart felt sore, tears finally fell down.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged scribe sighed deeply and turned his body sideways.

In Du Shaozhi's Niwan Palace, there is a piece of messenger jade, which is shining endlessly and overflowing with brilliance.

"Can someone take it away?"

As soon as Du Shaozhi's spirit touched and sent a message to Yu Guili, an anxious man's voice came out.

"How can you take her to Fengshan Temple? Nonsense!"

"But she really wants to go." Du Shaozhi smiled with a nonchalant expression.

He had just brought Xie Fanjing to Fengshan Temple, and before he had time to go around Changle City and send a message to Yu Guili, he was overwhelmed with messages from the current chief minister.

"She is my daughter!" The man was even more annoyed: "There are some things, how can a child be allowed to do anything wrong!"

"What are you afraid of, Xie Kang?"

Du Shaozhi called out the name of the current chief minister in a calm tone:

"It's just two children meeting each other, and I can barely hang her life when she returns to Baimao Mountain, whether she can wake up or not is still uncertain.

In the last few days, it is also great to make your daughter happy for a moment. Don't forget, a teacher is like a father, and now she is my disciple. "

"A mere little monk..."

Du Shaozhi's tone was a little confused: "What are you afraid of?"

There was a long silence on the opposite side of the summoning Yugui, and then the voice came again.

"You do not understand."

"I don't understand?" Du Shaozhi frowned slightly.

"In the future, if you meet Song Chi." Xie Kang smiled bitterly: "Perhaps, he can tell you why."

The middle-aged scribe with a clear face darkened, and suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he continued to speak.

"I'll save your daughter's life in exchange..."

"For some small things, we can let the emperor take charge."

On the opposite side of Yugui, Xie Kang's voice spread faintly:

"What I promise you, I will naturally do."

"That's good."

With a sigh, Du Shaozhi took the lead in shutting down the messenger Yugui.

In the vacuum passage, there are countless shadows, like water ripples in the deep water that are slightly undulating. He looked at this scene, but the look in his eyes was as dark as the scene in front of him.

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Beiwei.

One Hundred Thousand Snow Mountains.

The season has already entered the cold winter, even the great Chu and Dazheng in the southern country have long been drifting for thousands of miles, dripping into ice.

And in Beiwei, who is in the northern border, it is natural that the years are bad and the cold is fierce, and the snow is cruel and the wind is gluttonous.

Looking around, the sky and the earth are all plain white, and the rivers and mountains for hundreds of thousands of miles are all plain.

In such a severe cold world, even a hardy Ice Bear would not easily get out of the cave.

But at this moment, on the mirror-like icy lake, there were two people facing each other from a distance. Where they stood, even the whistling frost, wind, cold snow, stopped.

The old monk in the golden robe raised his eyes and silently stared at the man opposite him.

In the eyes of the golden-robed old monk, there is a terrifying scene of the birth and death of all things, like the great decay of the universe, and the evolution of the galaxy, like the first judgment of the primordial, and the beginning of yin and yang.

The withered glory tree was on top of his head, and the mighty withered glory divine light enveloped his whole body firmly.

The golden-robed old monk looked at the man opposite him with a solemn expression, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

"Ci Zai, you old bastard."

In the middle of the golden-robed old monk's concentration, the person opposite him, facing him from a distance, suddenly smiled lightly and opened his mouth.

Countless dark clouds rolled, sitting in a scene of doom, formed by tentacles and eyes, and the endless strange creations sighed.

Miao Yan raised her white pupils, looked at the golden-robed old monk who was concentrating on it, and said with a smile:

"We are old friends anyway, why, do we need to be so defensive?"

"We are not old friends." The golden robed old monk frowned: "What is the intention of the Great Zen Master to come to Beiwei?"

"Cold."

Miao Yan sighed, and countless tentacles in his body also danced wildly, casting chaotic black shadows.

"You treat my demons as cannon fodder, pawns before horses, but why are you so wary of me, the ancestor of demons?"

"A shepherd can tame lambs and hounds."

The golden-robed old monk said calmly, "But the shepherd will not try to tame wild wolves.

"Great Zen Master, do you really think that the calculations in your "Yiding Heart Sutra" can't be seen by the world?"

"It's interesting." Miao Yan chuckled lightly, clapped her hands in admiration and said, "It seems that you have some speculations about the existence of Ziwu."

"What did the great Zen master want to say?"

"Purple Mist."

Miao Yan smiled secretly, and in his body, countless eyeballs opened all at once, staring at the golden robed old monk hundreds of meters away: "Do you want to know what is inside the purple mist?"

Seeing the golden robed old monk's breathing tightened unconsciously, the smile on Miao Yan's face grew stronger.

"Come forward." He beckoned, "I'll tell you myself."

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South China Sea.

Within a cave of heaven and earth.

The spring sun is warm, thousands of points of golden light are falling from the sky, and there is a faint sound of elegant music floating from the depths of the bamboo forest, accompanied by the rush of running water washing the white stone.

Outside a small wooden house, two boys in Confucian shirts were standing respectfully, their expressions extremely solemn.

Two boys, one holding a mirror in one hand, and the other holding a ruler.

"Beiwei and Dazheng's frontier armies have changed, and the war between the two countries will begin."

"Monk Cizai of Lantuo Temple has cultivated the six gods of Buddhism, which is called celestial vision."

"Hei Tianzi and Taiwei Mountain Daoist have traveled together to help Master fill the gap in the world."

"Yaoxian Fanghujun's lifespan is short, and he will hit the upper three realms."

"Xuanxuanzi cultivated a golden body of longevity."

"Realist Lianhua died tragically during the tribulation, and the primordial spirit escaped by two points."

The boy holding the mirror in his hand was talking nonstop. Every time he uttered a sentence, an extra line of text would appear on the mirror.

"Madame Yinshan returns to the forbidden area."

"Lu Yusheng killed all the three bitter insects and returned to Zhebing Mountain."

"Yu Deng commits suicide to the Qingshen Temple."

"Guanghui and Wang Qiuyi join hands, and they cut Miao Yan in the South China Sea."

The boy paused, and when he was about to continue speaking, an old voice in the wooden house interrupted him.

"Delete Miao Yan, it's not true!"

(End of this chapter)