The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 55: All names can be proved

The world suddenly became quiet.

The wind and snow seem to be silent.

Guiyun's body-protecting magic power seemed to be crushed by the strong wind, and the snowflakes instantly dyed her long hair white.

That day, after Grandma Miao sewed Lu Zhaiyuan's secret book into his body, she lost a red hand. On the same day, she also gave the sewn prosthesis to Fenghua.

The missing red hand turned out to be hidden in a prosthetic limb.

Guiyun remained silent in the snow for a long time, and finally opened her lips softly:

"Senior Sister Qiyue?"

The memory suddenly zoomed in. Guiyun looked at the slightly deformed red palm, and many past events came to mind. Those were the years when she and Senior Sister Qiyue practiced magic with their master, more than a hundred years ago.

She thought of all the kindness her senior sister had done to her, and tried to get some warmth from it, just like before. But she didn't know if the wind and snow today were too cold. She recalled it again and again, but she couldn't draw any warmth from it.

This was her instinctive escape from reality. She knew that the senior sister was here to stop her today. She doesn't want to back down.

There must be a battle between them.

"I'm not your senior sister. The magnificent senior sister in your heart has died long ago. Now I am just an old woman that no one cares about." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"No, senior sister is senior sister. No matter whether you are young or old, I will never forget how well senior sister treats me in my life." Guiyun said firmly, but his heart was hesitant.

"Guiyun, you actually remembered it wrong. I didn't treat you well." The mouth opened and closed in the palm of his hand.

"Senior sister, what are you talking about?"

Guiyun was stunned and quickly understood: Senior sister knew that this battle was inevitable, so she deliberately said some hurtful words to make her heart firm.

But Grandma Miao's words were colder than she imagined: "Guiyun, my kindness to you is just to remind you 'be careful of the wind and cold' when it snows, and to give you a few words of comfort when you are struggling in practice." A few times, they are just a few words that are not painful or painful. Is it really good? Is it really like the teacher and mother you say? "

"I……"

Guiyun was speechless for a moment. She felt that what Grandma Miao said was wrong, and she couldn't think of anything to refute.

Grandma Miao ignored her emotions and continued: "If I remember correctly, you are the youngest junior sister in our sect's generation, so the senior brothers and sisters treat you very well. They do everything I have done. Yes, you have done more and better than me, but why don’t you remember it at all? I think there is no special reason, just because I am very strong, the strongest among the disciples of that generation, all the brothers and sisters Even all of them can't keep up with me.

What you admire is never my kindness to you, but my strength. Because of my strength, these kindnesses are so special. I am nice to you, and there is no special reason, just because your talent is high, although not as good as mine, but higher than others, so I would like to give you a few words, hoping that there will be more of the same kind in the future, that's all. "

Guiyun stood there, her expression becoming dazed little by little. She said softly: "Senior sister is obviously very good to me, why do you need to say this?"

"You still don't understand?"

Grandma Miao's mother seemed to want to say something harsh, but she hesitated, and finally let out an old sigh: "That's all, people always have some obsessions, I don't blame you."

"Obsession? Is it just obsession?"

Although Guiyun asked the question, the confusion in her eyes faded away. She said, "Senior sister, in my memory, you are not such a talkative person."

"I said, the senior sister in your memory has died long ago." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"Really?" Guiyun asked, "Senior sister, what is your current state?"

"A ray of remnant soul." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"You want to help them?" Guiyun asked again.

"Yes."

"Senior Sister Qiyue, do you think you can defeat me with just one hand?"

"Have you forgotten? When I was in school, I always liked to say, I'll hit you all with one hand. I don't like to talk big. Now it's time to fulfill my promise."

The red hand grew larger in the wind and snow, and the already dry lips became even more ugly because of the enlargement. It appeared in front of Guiyun, as if it wanted to eat her in one bite.

"Senior sister, today is different from the past. You have been stuck in your ways for too many years. I am afraid that the tailor's use of blood has reached a new level. Since you said that my obsession is only to be strong, today, junior sister will use what she has learned throughout her life to break the Got this obsession.”

Guiyun's sigh was as stubborn as a weed.

Behind her, the palms of her hands were like flowers blooming one after another in the wind, glowing with bright colors.

Red Hands collided with them.

There was no loud noise, and the world became quieter. Not even a snowflake could blow in.

Su Zhen stood in a vast white sky. Fenghua, Grandma Miao, and Guiyun were all missing. He had just taken two steps before he lost his way and didn't know where to go.

gradually.

Su Zhen heard the sound of water, gurgling water.

It clanked against the rocks and flowed under his feet. The coldness it brought penetrated into his skin and bones. He didn't feel cold, but felt peaceful.

'This is where? '

Su Zhen didn't know what kind of spell he had been hit by. When he was thinking to himself, he heard the woman's voice. It was beautiful, like the breeze blowing away snow foam.

"Miaolian Bodhisattva is the founder of Jiu Miao Immortal Palace. At that time, Miaolian Bodhisattva became an immortal and traveled around the world. He passed by a large lake and saw that there was a lot of mist on the lake, which did not dissipate after the moon..."

The picture in front of me gradually became clearer.

Su Zhen found herself back in the stream where she picked up stones. Lu Qi stood with her bare feet in the intertwined light and shadow of the trees. Her smile was hazier than the mist on the stream. She told her disciples about the past of Jiu Miao Palace. The disciples were listening attentively.

Fake, this must be fake.

Su Zhen was not confused at all. After the last experience, he quickly woke up and realized that the tailor should have sewn his memory into it.

"Grandma? Are you casting a spell?" Su Zhen asked directly.

The scene in front of me stopped.

"I woke up so quickly. Oh, I wanted to play tricks on you again, but unfortunately, I really don't have the energy." The old woman's bitter laughter sounded behind her head.

"Grandma..."

Su Zhen turned around and saw a shadow floating in the air. The shadow was so faint that he didn't even dare to reach out and touch it for fear of scaring her away.

"Grandma, are you still alive?"

Su Zhen knew that this question was a bit stupid, but he couldn't help asking.

"Of course you are alive, or are you talking to a dead person?"

Grandma Miao smiled, then suddenly calmed down and became a little more serious. She asked, "Su Zhen, you have lived here for more than a month. Do you still have a lot of confusion about this world?"

Su Zhen? !
  Su Zhen couldn't help but tremble when his real name was revealed, but then he thought about how clever Grandma Miao was. His past may have been revealed at a glance, but it has never been exposed.

"Yes." Su Zhen replied.

"Do you feel that there are too many strange and incredible things in this world? You have seen them before, but you cannot understand them. To use one word, that is..." Grandma Miao paused.

"Indescribable?" Su Zhen answered.

"Yes, it's indescribable." Grandma Miao's mother smiled and said, "Let Fairy Lu continue talking first."

The picture starts flowing again.

Lu Qi's voice was eloquent, as if it had never stopped: "The master had a spiritual enlightenment, so he walked barefoot into the lake for several years. Although his feet were rotten and could not walk, he realized the supreme method and became the founder of a generation. .

"Su Zhen, what do you think of these words?" Grandma Miao asked.

"Grandma, you mean these words are not credible?" Su Zhen asked.

"It may be credible, but it only tells the appearance, not the truth." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"What is the truth?" Su Zhen couldn't help but ask.

"The truth is, there is something hidden under that lake, or there are immortal relics floating around, or there is a hidden cemetery, or... in short, there must be something hidden there. Enlightenment seems to be a momentary process, but there is no such thing. It is impossible to achieve it through years of precipitation. You must know that everything has its foundation."

Grandma Miao's mother said firmly and smiled: "If you have a chance in the future, you can go to Jiu Miao Palace and see if there is anything hidden at the bottom of the lake."

With the old woman's smile, the memory picture changed again.

Lu Qi stood on the snow-white lotus, her long skirt curled up in the clouds. A black-red spider-like monster stretched out its limbs from the clouds and tore the great monk's indestructible body into pieces.

The sky and the earth are dark.

This scene has been a nightmare that Su Zhen has had for a long time. Now that it is not blocked by his hands, it is clearer. Lu Qi's face is also clearer. She is smiling, a smile that is cruel and unruly, and a smile that haunts the soul.

"If it weren't for your memory, I might not be able to see such a clear scene." Grandma Miao said, "I am sure that this thing is neither a human nor a demon."

"Then what is it?" Su Zhen asked.

"I don't know, but Xu Yan should have told you that there are not only humans and demons in the world now, but also an additional kind of monster. I don't know what it is, but since it exists, it must be something. If you want To find out, you can ask Lu Qi himself later." Grandma Miao's mother said calmly.

"Xu Yan..."

Su Zhen remembered the three stories Xu Yan told him.

"The story is narrated by others, and there will be deviations."

Grandma Miao knew what he was thinking: "Human vision and state of mind will amplify this deviation. They will describe traces as unbelievable, and add fuel to the fire for the sake of sensationalism. Seeing is believing, and listening is understanding. This is more important than anything else. .”

Su Zhen believed that many of the unsolved mysteries lingering in his childhood that he had seen when he was a child were later proven to be absurd lies. The screen was blurred again.

This time, there are no more unnecessary people in the picture. Grandma Miao is sitting on the stone platform, with the stove set up at hand. The flame is crackling, and the familiar smell of medicine penetrates into Su Zhen's nose, reminding him involuntarily of Got that disgusting prescription.

"Su Zhen, aren't you very curious as to why this medicine is useful?" Grandma Miao's mother asked.

"Is there a solid reason for this?" Su Zhen frowned.

Grandma Miao's mother did not answer immediately, but told him some past events: "It is said that in ancient times, the medicines people took were refined. Those medicines were pure and pure ingredients extracted from plants and minerals. Efficient, but suddenly one day, all these refined medicines lost their effect."

"what?"

Su Zhen felt that this was simply a fantasy.

"The god in charge of medicine is Lord Changsheng Taihao. It is said that after this incident happened, the pharmacists at that time were heartbroken and thought that Lord Changsheng Taihao must have been eaten by something." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"Prince Changsheng Taihao...was eaten?" Su Zhen was dumbfounded.

"Yes, if the term 'eating' really exists, then it seems that more and more gods have been eaten in the past thousands of years. You should know that many ancient spells will, after hundreds or thousands of years, become Suddenly becomes unusable.

In the days when Taoism was prevalent, monks dressed in white and wielding swords looked proud of the world. Now, except for the Nixiang Mountain, what kind of virtues have they become? Do you think this is just a deterioration of the world and unsatisfactory people's hearts? I don't think so. Thousands of years ago, day and night suddenly became chaotic, and the God of Ages, who was in charge of the replacement of day and night, disappeared without a trace. This should also be related to this. "

Grandma Miao kept talking and didn't care whether Su Zhen believed it or not: "Also, today's group of demons invaded the country because of the collapse of the Demon Suppression Tower in Dazhao Nanyuan, but how could Dazhao Yard suddenly become possessed by demons? Maybe it was the Buddha who was eaten."

"The Buddha was eaten?" Su Zhen couldn't imagine it, and found out the doubt: "If the Buddha was eaten, why were only the monks in the south courtyard possessed by the devil?"

"If you eat a pig, will you swallow it in one go? There is always a process of eating. Today you eat a hoof, tomorrow you eat the right ear. I don't know how much the Buddha has been eaten." Grandma Miao said with a smile.

In Su Zhen's mind, the image of the Buddha having his neck, arms and legs torn off and his body mutilated appeared, and he felt that his bones were standing on end.

"Then... what's the point of eating their food?"

Su Zhen knew that this question was destined to not get an answer, but he didn't complain.

Grandma Miao did not give an answer. She said: "This is something I have always wanted to figure out, but I'm afraid I won't have the chance to figure it out in this life. So, Su Zhen, I am telling you so much because I want to ask you to help me." thing."

"Grandma, please tell me."

Su Zhen had a premonition of something and looked at her solemnly.

"I am not saying these incredible things to scare you. I hope you can understand that there are all indescribable people and indescribable things in the world. Everything has a reason and everything can be explained. It all depends on your ability. There is no ability to penetrate it.

Su Zhen, if you can continue on the path of spiritual cultivation in the future, I hope you will not be afraid of the unknown...just stay curious about it until you find out the truth. "

Grandma Miao's mother was sitting on the stone platform, her voice was full of exhaustion that could not be concealed, and her old figure seemed to be melting into the darkness at any time.

"I……"

The confusion in Su Zhen's eyes dissipated little by little. He thought, isn't what Grandma Miao taught him the knowledge that he has been instilled in him since he was a child? It was once shaken by the weirdness of the world, but now it is firm again.

Su Zhen nodded seriously: "I know!"

Grandma Miao's mother smiled: "What a good boy."

The old woman's voice was soft, and the memory pictures flowed into ripples behind her, quietly surrounding the young man and the old man. The past flashed across the scene, and the memories flew away gracefully. Su Zhen picked up a handful and they were projected in the palm of his hand, buildings and flowers. , girl...it’s really a time like water.

"You still have some time, do you want to play?" Grandma Miao suddenly asked.

"Playing? What are you playing for?" Su Zhen asked.

"Here are all your memories. I can let you go to any point in time. You can do many things there, and do things you didn't dare to do at first. Don't you like that little girl in your class? You can go boldly Do whatever you want to her, don't you hate that girl named Lu Qi, you can trample her like a pig or a dog." Grandma Miao's mother said.

Su Zhen was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Is this grandma's last test for me?"

"You think too much, I don't care about this, just treat it as a reward for you." Grandma Miao's mother said with a smile.

Su Zhen shook his head and said, "No."

Memory is just memory. No matter how much imagination he embellishes, reality will not be shaken at all. His refusal was not because of the so-called morality, but because he felt that it was against the heart of a monk. This was something that the old craftsman's hard work had brought to him. He was not sure when he had it, but once he had it, He didn't want to waver anymore.

The light stream of memory is still floating, dancing around the owner like a please, but it can no longer arouse Su Zhen's interest.

He had a premonition of separation between life and death, and wanted to spend her last days with this lonely old woman.

"Really don't want it?"

Grandma Miao's mother seemed a little disappointed. She sighed softly: "Just right, I'm a little sad today and want to see something that can make people happy."

"sad?"

"Well, this is the saddest and most disappointing day since I started practicing Taoism." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"Why?" Su Zhen couldn't help but ask.

Grandma Miao did not explain the reason. She just said: "I have been practicing Taoism for 297 years. I am considered to have a long life among monks, but how does it compare with the Immortal Buddha Taoism? It is not worth mentioning. The Immortal Buddha Taoism I don’t know how many generations it has been passed down to this day, but how does this compare with the sky and the earth? It’s just a dust. Hundreds of years of life are fleeting, and most of the pursuits in a lifetime are vain. Immortals are the most ruthless and unrighteous. I Should have understood earlier.”

Speaking of the extremely sad place, Grandma Miao's mother showed her smile again. The smile touched the marks eroded by the years. They were folded together, symbolizing the ruthlessness of life, old age, illness and death.

The light flow of memory was also annihilated in her smile, like water droplets smashed in the sunlight, splashing into countless pieces of gold.

The end of the picture.

Grandma Miao's mother spread out a book. This book was very familiar. When she first met her, the old woman often lowered her pen to write.

She handed the last book of her life to Su Zhen.

Su Zhen went to pick it up, but did not touch the substance. What was handed to his hand was a wisp of clear silk.

The wind and snow came in again.

Su Zhen looked at the sky blankly.

The red palms covered the sky and the sun, and were covered with scars from knives and axes. The pouring blood dyed the earth red, and the silvery light of the past could no longer be reflected.

Feng Hua sat in the snow, equally at a loss.

The wind blew the blood into her eyebrows, adding a touch of bright red to the pale skin.

Guiyun was half-kneeling not far away.

The sleeves hang low and the fingers are folded.

There was no hatred in her eyes, only bottomless emptiness.

"Senior Sister Qiyue, it turns out that I still have so much to lose to you." Guiyun said.

"You are still young. You still have at least ninety years to live. You may not be worse than me. Live well and don't die at the hands of monsters."

The lips in Grandma Miao's palm were like petals in the high temperature, losing moisture at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrinking and deforming, turning into a burnt black color licked by the flames. The giant hand that had condensed her life's hard work also began to relax, and the skin began to loosen. The texture of silk threads is revealed in the wind.

boom--

It's like burning flames, or like fireworks exploding.

In the blink of an eye, the giant hand disappeared, replaced by a red thread filling the air. In the center of the thread, there was a vague figure of a woman.

This was the last moment of her life. Grandma Miao suddenly discovered that she still retained a memory.

It was also a snowy season. She was about to leave the sect after completing her martial arts. Her junior brothers and sisters came to see her off. That day, the red smoke tree in the yard blossomed, with thick petals, one after another. Cold bloom.

At that time, she thought, how wonderful it all was, and if she lived her life like this, she might be very happy. She felt afraid of this thought, and after thinking for a moment, she cut it out of her memory. She turned around and left the school. From then on, she no longer had close friends or flowers blooming in the cold weather. For the rest of her life, all that was left to her was a vast expanse of snow.

People come from nothingness and are destined to return to nothingness.

She smiled with relief, looking as gorgeous as ever.

Disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the wisps of firelight, Su Zhen saw Grandma Miao looking at him and saying to him: "I'm sorry."

He didn't understand the meaning of this sorry sentence, he only felt the sadness rushing towards him.

He didn't even have time to realize the sadness.

Beacon smoke ignited again in the distance, and along with the long and powerful sound of the horn, the flames shot straight into the sky.

This is the clarion call for the demons to retreat.

They are about to return to the mountains with everything they plunder.

Su Zhen and Feng Hua stepped out of the boundaries of the old craftsman's institute and entered the desolate mountains.

Guiyun was seriously injured and unable to pursue him.

She couldn't chase the old craftsman outside the house. It would take a long time for the curse to take effect, but if the craftsman went outside, his body would fall apart within two days.

What she should do now is think about how to avoid the returning demon army.

The red threads all over the sky were quickly blown away by the wind, and even half of them were gone.

Only the snow is still falling.

The traces of the battle were quickly buried in the snow.

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