White tea legend

Chapter 214 Broken Bridge Romance
Bank of the West Lake, inn, Xie Qingzhou's room.

Xie Qingzhou sat in front of the desk, his face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. The room was dark, except for the flickering candlelight on the table.

Xie Qingzhou's hands were trembling. He held the pen tightly, but his handwriting was crooked. His breathing gradually became faster, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.

The moonlight outside the window shines through the window lattice and shines on Xie Qingzhou's face, reflecting the traces of evil poison on his face, and the color gradually deepens.

Xie Qingzhou stood up and staggered outside the house, holding on to the wall and walking unsteadily. The objects in the room seemed to begin to distort before his eyes.

A hoarse moan came from his throat, the pain on his face became more obvious, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Xie Qingzhou opened the door, and the cold wind rushed in. He shivered, but the poisonous heat raged in his body, making him feel an indescribable torment.

Xie Qingzhou staggered outside. The stars in the night sky were twinkling, but his vision was blurred, and the starlight seemed to turn into distorted faces.

On his arms, some snake-like lines began to glow, with a strange green color in the light. As the poison took effect, the tattoos seemed to come alive and squirm.

Xie Qingzhou knelt on the ground, holding his hands on the ground. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The evil poison was eroding his vitality.

A ray of cyan light flew from a distance and landed on Xie Qingzhou. Xiaoqing's figure appeared, her face full of worry and anxiety.

In the quaint inn room, under the dim light, Xiao Qing sat nervously beside Xie Langjun's bed, while Bai Cha held an ancient secret book and frowned.

"Love is not possession, love is wishing him well." Xuanfeng said.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Xiaoqing sobbed.

Xiaoqing felt someone approaching, raised her head, and saw Xuanfeng's face through her tearful eyes. She wasn't surprised, she seemed to have known he would come.

Xuanfeng didn't speak, just sat quietly next to Xiaoqing, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding. At this moment, his presence is like a warm night light.

Bai Cha didn't say anything, and helped Xiao Qing help Xie Qingzhou back to the house.

Such a quiet and warm Xuanfeng is extremely precious to Xiaoqing.

"Then let him forget you and disappear from his world forever."

Xuanfeng's figure appeared at one end of the bridge. His steps were steady and slow, as if he didn't want to disturb this sad scene.

Bai Cha finally found the mysterious text and handed it to Xiao Qing. Xiaoqing took a deep breath and began to recite an ancient and complex mantra.

Xiaoqing sat on the bridge, hugging her knees tightly, burying her head in her arms, and her body was trembling slightly. Her cries were almost indistinguishable from the sound of the rain.

"Xuanfeng, why are you suddenly nice to me?" Xiao Qing asked.

Bai Cha said: "Whether you want him to die or to live, it all depends on you."

Xie Qingzhou lay on the bed, because Xiaoqing's magic power temporarily helped him restrain the demonic poison, and he was temporarily unconscious, but his face was already ugly.

Xiao Qing raised her head, the tears in her eyes had been replaced by determination. She knew that in order for Xie Langjun to survive, she had to make a choice, even if it meant leaving him.

……

Time seems to stand still at this moment, the rainy night, the broken bridge, Xiaoqing's crying, Xuanfeng's company...

Xiaoqing's tears fell on Xie Langjun's face. Her heart was full of struggle, between the person she loved deeply and the sacrifice she had to make.

Her palms glowed faintly, trying to dispel the poison from him.

Xiaoqing staggered back.

She supported the unconscious Xie Qingzhou and was about to go back to the room. When she looked up, she saw Bai Cha standing in front of her.

"Xuanfeng, if it were you, what would you choose?"

……

In the past, Xuanfeng had always frowned at her.

With Xiao Qing's help, Xie Qingzhou's body gradually calmed down, and the demonic poison was temporarily suppressed. But Xiaoqing knew that this was only temporary peace.

Xiaoqing's eyes were filled with tears. She gently touched Xie Langjun's forehead with her hand and whispered his name, her voice full of reluctance and pain.

As Xiaoqing chanted, the air in the room seemed to start to flow, and an invisible force gathered. Xie Langjun's body on the bed trembled slightly.

Tears slipped from the corners of Xiaoqing's eyes and dripped on the stone slab together with the rain. The torrent of emotions silently told her inner struggle and helplessness.

"Sister..." Xiaoqing was at a loss and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Xiaoqing stood up, and Xuanfeng also stood up. They looked side by side into the distance, and the silhouette of the broken bridge was reflected on the water of the West Lake. Xiaoqing took a deep breath and prepared to take a step to change her destiny. Xuanfeng held her hand tightly and gave her his final support.

Xuanfeng gently reached out his hand and stroked her hair, trying to give her some comfort.

The West Lake in the rain curtain is as deep as ink. On the broken bridge, Xiao Qing's figure is outlined alone on the wet stone railing. The drizzle was like smoke, and ripples appeared on the lake surface.

Xiao Qing is usually a bit annoying, but at this moment Xiao Qing is pitiful.

That dream-eating beast gave him very warm memories, but it also had such a sad ending.

"Sister, what should we do now?" Xiaoqing asked anxiously.

In the wind and rain, the two figures on the broken bridge sat quietly. Xiaoqing's crying gradually subsided, and she slowly leaned on Xuanfeng's shoulder, seeking some comfort.

"Of course I want him to live."

"Because I feel the same way, I once had someone I liked, but..."

Xiao Qing stroked Xie Qingzhou's face and called his name softly: "Xie Langjun! Xie Langjun!"

The secret book was densely packed with words, and Bai Cha's fingers slid through them line by line, looking for the word-forgetting secret that could relieve the evil poison.

The power of the Forgetting Art gradually penetrated into the depths of Xie Langjun's consciousness. Xiaoqing felt his pain and her heart was cut by a knife, but she knew that this was the only way to salvation.

"Xiaoqing..."

Bai Cha reminded Xiao Qing, and the hesitant Xiao Qing had to continue. Xiao Qing's voice became deeper and deeper, and her hands drew symbols in the air.

Xiaoqing held Xie Langjun's hand tightly, her lips trembling, whispering her love and reluctance, as if she wanted to condense all the emotions of her life into this last moment.

As the Forgetting Art continued, the atmosphere in the room became heavy, Xiaoqing's cries almost drowned out her spells, and the air was filled with a mixture of love and pain.

Xie Langjun's brows suddenly relaxed, and a calm expression appeared on his face, as if the pain was slowly receding.

Xiaoqing looked at Xie Langjun's gradually recovering face, and the pain in her heart reached the extreme, but she knew that this was his only chance of survival. She used her last strength to whisper to him: "I love you, Xie Langjun, you have to be good..."

……

Lingyin Mountain is full of green peaks.

Tianzhu Temple is hidden among them, with towering ancient trees and green shade. The morning light is shining, the mountains are gently surrounding, and the cornices on the eaves of the temple are tilted and swaying gently in the breeze. The stone steps wind up, and each step is filled with thousands of years of piety and tranquility.

Walking along the path paved with bluestone slabs and entering the temple gate, you can see the smoke rising from the incense burner, lingering in the air, which seems to purify the dust in the soul.

The monks chanted sutras and sang praises, and the Sanskrit sounds echoed in the valley, melodious and sacred.

The surrounding bamboo forests rustle in the wind, and the clear spring flows slowly from the mountains. The sound of gurgling water is like a quiet piece of Buddhist music, making people feel peaceful.

The Buddha statue in Tianzhu Temple stands solemnly, with golden light shining, and its compassionate eyes look at every believer who comes to worship. The lotus lanterns are swaying and the painted murals are lifelike, telling the compassion and wisdom of the Buddha.

In the temple, the virtuous Master Shouzhen was ordaining a young man.

Master Shouzhen is sitting in the main hall, with a kind and solemn face. Xie Qingzhou knelt before him, with pure eyes and a firm face.

The ordination ceremony began. Xie Qingzhou put on a simple cassock, knelt in front of the Buddha with his palms clasped, and Master Shouzhen held a wooden fish in his hand and slowly recited the precepts. Every knock on the wooden fish and every verse of precepts recited were like knocks in the depths of Xie Qingzhou's soul, making him feel a kind of purity and peace that he had never experienced before.

"Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, take refuge in the Sangha..." With the infinite power contained in Master Shouzhen's voice, Xie Qingzhou devoutly repeated the three refuges and officially became a monk.

From then on, he put aside fame, fortune and lust in the mortal world, and focused only on finding the truth in Buddhism.

After receiving the ordination, Xie Qingzhou seemed to be completely transformed. His common name gradually faded away, and he had a Buddhist name: Jiaoran.

There is no longer a clear day in the world of mortals, and there is a bright light outside.

Bai Cha and his party left the West Lakeside Inn and embarked on a new journey, but Xiao Qing refused to leave.

"Sister," she said goodbye to Bai Cha, "Thank you very much for taking in Xiao Qing, taking care of Xiao Qing, and teaching Xiao Qing. Now Xiao Qing is leaving."

Bai Cha nodded, she and Xiao Qing only had a brief relationship. Xiaoqing will eventually leave.

"Take care." Bai Cha said.

……

Mist lingered in the mountains, and a small green snake meandered toward the Tianzhu Temple hidden deep in the forest.

Along the way, the pines and waves are like the sea, and the clear spring rocks are rising up.

Green Snake's heart surged with enthusiasm.

They say snakes are cold-blooded animals, why does her heart feel warm?

On the mountain road, green snakes are meandering; in Tianzhu Temple, the young monk knocks on the wooden fish and closes his eyes to relax...

Just stay with this monk and wait for the reunion with Sister White Snake in four hundred years, and then these four hundred years will not be boring.

Silly snake, you haven't realized at this time that the monk is only a mortal body, how can he live forever like the Buddha?

……

Bai Cha and his party left Lin'an Mansion and headed southeast again.

I met a person on the road. He had an outstanding appearance, a tall and straight figure, and a heroic spirit between his brows. His hair was as black as ink and slightly messy, as if he had just stood up from the banquet. His fair skin contrasts sharply with his thick beard, which makes him even more extraordinary.

His clothes were not gorgeous, but there was an indescribable grace about him.

It was a long robe with sleeves that flowed in the wind, giving it a chic and refined feel. There is an exquisite jade belt tied around his waist, which is engraved with exquisite patterns, which is particularly eye-catching.

When he passed by Bai Cha and his entourage, his eyes were drunk and his body smelled of alcohol. He murmured: "An Neng has to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy..."

He stumbled and blushed, making Momo and Lily scream and hide behind Bai Cha.

The sisters' screams made the man stop in his tracks and look towards Bai Cha and his group drunkenly.

He looked at them silently and began to recite poetry again. His voice was loud and powerful, as passionate as the rushing river:
"On the road, I met a sea traveler and talked about Yingzhou. It was hard to find a letter in the misty waves. The people in the distance talked about Tianmu, and the clouds were dimming or visible. Tianmu stretches across the sky and stretches across the five mountains to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 48,000 feet long. In this regard, I want to fall to the southeast..."

The man staggered away, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast mottled shadows, making his figure longer. He walked unsteadily, his back showing a sense of loneliness and desolation, as if he was in a corner forgotten by the world. He paused from time to time, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, then continued on.

Wherever he walked, he left a series of deep and shallow footprints, which extended forward until they disappeared into the distant sky.

And his back gradually blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if he was an enemy of the world, but also seemed to be integrated with the world.

"Bai Cha, this man is so strange! He is an alcoholic, but he is also disgusting," said Guo Lou.

"There seems to be a kind of magic in him. He is bohemian, but also very attractive." Zi Yao said.

Coral said: "It's so mysterious, he's just an alcoholic. I think he will be killed by this drink in the future."

Bai Cha thought silently in his heart:

The green lotus comes out of the mud,
Talent illuminates the universe.

The sword energy reaches the sky,
The heart of poetry reflects the stars.

The wine fairy sings under the moon,
The dance of the pen brings wind and clouds.

Clear shadows are left on the river,
Eternal admiration.

How did Gualou and others know that the man who just passed by them was the great poet of the Li Dynasty who was famous for thousands of years.

The few lines of poetry that Bai Cha read are a reflection of the poet's life.

Coral was right, he would indeed be killed by the wine, but the wine made him poetic, and his poetry made his life immortal.

So, did the wine harm him or make him successful?
"Sister, the poem this drunkard just read mentioned Laoshan..." Xuanfeng knew how to grasp the key points.

To the southeast of Lin'an City, there is Mount Taimu, located in Changxi County, Minzhong County, close to the coast of the East China Sea. It is known as the "Grand View of Mountains and Seas" and "The Immortal Capital on the Sea".

Xinping, Shan County, also located southeast of Lin'an Prefecture, has Tianmu Mountain, which belongs to the Tiantai Mountains. The main peak is Puyunjian.

Both mountains have the word "grandma" in them. I don't know which mountain the Jiu Xian refers to in his poem.

No matter which mountain he refers to in his poem, Bai Cha and Xuan Feng looked at each other and both had a bright idea in their minds: Could Lu Yu be at Mount Taimu?
On the top of Taimu Mountain, next to Hongxue Cave, there is a white tea tree, a white tea tree that is inextricably linked to him.

"go!"

Without Shijun as a mortal, and without Xiaoqing as a snake demon, it would be much easier for everyone to move around.

Bai Cha gave the order, and the group of people flew into the clouds and mist towards the fairy capital on the sea.

……

In the mountains, a woman in blue is holding a hoe and plow, planting blue on the green hills.

She sings softly and melodiously, blowing in the wind, just like the sound of nature. The sea of ​​blue flowers swayed in the wind, like ocean waves.

Suddenly, she felt a few rays of light flying past her head. Lan Gu raised her head and looked at the sky. The sky turned blue, and then she lowered her head to plant blue again.