White Fence Dream

Chapter 294 Clean
“I’ve done that before.”

Bai Li stepped on an imperial bell that was suspended in blood and looked at the long sword in his hand.

"At that time, I took down the you that Shen Qing had placed on me."

The long sword swayed and returned to human form. She looked down at Bai Li. Because of the three cuts just now, Bai Li's body was covered in blood and the clothes on his shoulders were torn.

"So what else can you take apart from yourself now?" she asked.

Bai Li looked at the palace building in front of him. The palace building was shaking. No, it was the numerous human figures that formed the palace building that were shaking, as if they were filled with grief, anger, and mockery. As the palace building shook, the Sanqing Bell hanging at the highest point dropped another imperial bell.

Flying towards Baili with a buzzing sound.

"Destroy my own thoughts--" Bai Li said.

As she spoke, she retracted the long knife and pointed it at herself, but the person she was pointing at was not herself, but a little girl. The little girl was squatting on the ground, looking up with a hateful and angry expression.

"I'm not a monster."

"Why don't you play with me?"

"You are the monsters. You deserve this."

The long sword chopped diagonally without hesitation, and the little girl instantly turned into flying blood. As the long sword was swung, the blood hit the falling imperial bell and entangled in the air. Bai Li jumped up.

The Emperor's Bell kept falling, and blood filled the sky.

Zhou Jingyun just felt dizzy.

He saw that the Emperor Bell was not entangled with blood, but with human figures. There were children who were lifted up by tall men and laughed, children who were chased and scolded and ran away, children who sat on the shoulders of young men and held windmills and laughed, children who grabbed girls' clothes and cried loudly, and girls who rode on horses and walked on the mountains.

The tall palace buildings, the continuously falling imperial bell, the countless flying figures, the world was in chaos, yet it was like a world of colored glaze, strange and gorgeous.

Will she die?

Will she die like this?

Zhou Jingyun looked at the woman jumping among the imperial bells floating in the sky, and she seemed to become transparent.

Those imperial bells are endless, but there is only one Bai Li. She has only been a teenager since she could remember. How many thoughts can she have to use?

She stepped on the suspended imperial bell and continued to move upwards, but the palace buildings became higher and higher, reaching into the sky and out of reach.

"If you cut any more, you'll be gone."

The long sword floated, restored its human form, turned around, and reached out to gently touch her face.

"Bai Li, there is only one you."

The little face in his hands was as crystal clear as jade, and her body was as condensed as ice and snow. She had eliminated the past, greed, anger, and ignorance, and her eyes were calm and distant.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"I am me, and I am not myself."

She looked around.

"Everyone sees me as myself, and everyone is me."

She grabbed Jiang Mian'er's ankle again, and Jiang Mian'er turned into a long knife and cut towards Bai Li again, but this time, Bai Li was no longer Bai Li, she was a tall man.

Who is this?
Zhou Jingyun watched Bai Li, who was standing on the suspended imperial bell, suddenly disappear, and was replaced by a middle-aged man. Although he was a stranger, he recognized him immediately.

It’s Bai Xun, Bai Li’s father.

Bai Xun's knife light turned into blood and wrapped around the falling Emperor Bell. Bai Li appeared again and flew over it. His figure continued to change, young men, young women in simple clothes, elderly women, and children.
Judging from their age and clothing, Zhou Jingyun guessed that these were her family and friends. Those who had seen her and remembered her had all become thoughts that she could extract, whether they were dead or alive.

As the imperial bells fell like rain, the people that appeared became more complex, including men and women, young and old, rich and poor. It seemed that every person Bai Li had seen was presented.

Zhou Jingyun began to see his family and friends, his mother, his aunt, his father, Zhou Jiuniang running around, the maids and servants at home, Jiang Yun, then Doctor Zhang, the apprentices of the clinic, Madam Lin who had been treated, the singing and dancing girls on the boats in the brothels, the shopkeepers and hawkers in the East Market.
They emerged one by one, and were cut into bloody threads that entangled the Emperor Bell.

Bai Li was getting closer and closer to the top of the palace building, but her movements were getting slower and slower, and her transformed human form was becoming more and more stagnant. There were several times when she was still herself.
When the long knife cut towards her, as blood flew out, it seemed as if a piece of her body was really missing and could never be restored to its original state.

Her whole body became transparent, and she seemed to be about to disappear in the dim sky and earth.

Has she cut off all of them?

No, there is still.

"Ali——" Zhou Jingyun shouted, "And me——"

Bai Li looked back.

Changdao returned to human form, looked at him from afar, and said with a smile: "Zhou Jingyun, do you know what this is? She is cutting off your memory. After it is cut off, you will not remember her."

Is that so?

Zhou Jingyun looked at Bai Li.

"Memories don't matter," he cried. "What matters is being alive."

He said with a smile.

"Besides, it's not like I haven't lost before."

Bai Li knew the time he was talking about. That time Zhuang Li died and she turned back into Bai Li, but Zhou Jingyun had never seen her true appearance. For a while, she and Zhou Jingyun really became strangers.

"Bai Li." Zhou Jingyun looked at her and shouted again, "I just want you to be alive."

Bai Li smiled: "Okay."

She swayed, floated over, hung upside down in front of him, and stretched out her hand.

Zhou Jingyun held her hand and looked at her carefully. Although it was an illusion, it seemed clearer than ever before. She had curved eyebrows, bright eyes, a fair face, and a playful smile on her lips.

"Zhou Jingyun, this time I really want you to not recognize me." Bai Li looked into his eyes and said, "You won't even recognize my name."

That time he just didn't know what Bai Li looked like, but he knew everything about Bai Li, nothing was lost.

This time, everything related to Bai Li was lost.

Zhou Jingyun nodded, holding these hands as if he were holding the most precious pearl in the world: "Don't be afraid, I will come to meet Bai Li again."

Bai Li smiled. Seeing her smile, Zhou Jingyun felt his eyes were in a trance. Everything in front of him became chaotic. Many images passed by, sleeping on the same bed, writing with a pen, walking together, talking and laughing. These images flew around with the slender fingers, and finally stopped at one place.
He was standing outside a college, walking slowly up the mountain, when he heard the sound of a flute coming from the woods.

He stopped and it sounded really nice.

He raised his head to see who it was, but the next moment his vision blurred. Stars appeared from the woods, and then countless stars rose up into the sky and disappeared from his sight.

Bai Li's body floated into the air, her hands left Zhou Jingyun's hands, a string of stars floated on her fingertips, turning into a long silk thread, which she pulled towards the Imperial Bell falling upwards.

"And I--"

Another shout came from the other side.

Bai Li was startled and looked over, seeing someone staggering to his feet at the end of the dim sky and earth.

Li Yu.

How did he wake up?

No, I should say, how did he enter the illusion?
Logically speaking, he should be free from this illusion, not be confused by it, and not be able to see it.

“Ali——” Li Yu’s robe was stained with blood. He walked over step by step, getting closer and closer. “Ali, I can do it too. Take my thoughts too——”

Bai Li looked at him and was about to say something, but Jiang Mian'er spoke first again: "Boy, it's useless for you to be sentimental. She can't take away your memory."

Li Yu didn't look at her, but only looked at Bai Li.

Bai Li nodded to him: "Li Yu, you are in a dreamless state, I can't take away your thoughts."

Li Yu looked at her and shouted: "Ali, how can I help you? I am willing to help you——"

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

"I know you are willing to help me." Bai Li smiled at him, "I know you are very good to me, very good, thank you."

Li Yu was about to say something when Jiang Mian'er landed in front of him, her gorgeous dress fluttering behind her.

"But I can," she said, looking into Li Yu's eyes and reaching out to point, "In your eyes, I can see that you are afraid of me."

She said with a smile.

"Boy, you have a lot of fears."

fear.

Does he have many fears?
Yes, he has always been afraid, afraid of his parents dying, afraid of losing, and then in fear, he continued to lose.

Li Yu looked at her face seriously.

The last time I dared to look her in the eye was when I was a naive child who was afraid of nothing.

He raised his hand in front of him and made a gesture to Jiang Mian'er.

He said, "I know, it's, puppy."

His fingers moved, and the shadows of his hands fell on the ground, like a barking puppy. Jiang Mian'er was slightly startled, and then laughed: "You still remember, little grandson, are you afraid?"

Li Yu looked past her towards the palace building, where people were mingling. He saw his father's face, which showed anger and fear.

It's in the past.

It's all over.

It doesn't matter.

Li Yu retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Mian'er, smiling slightly: "I'm not afraid of puppies."

He was amused by her at that time.

It turns out there are times when he isn't afraid.

Jiang Mian'er smiled, clenched her hands in front of his eyes, and a string of stars appeared on her fingertips. She turned and walked upwards.

Bai Li raised his hand and the stars in his hand entangled the falling Imperial Bell.

Jiang Mian'er swung her hand, and the stars on her fingers flew into the palace.

The palace buildings shook, people's figures swayed, and a humming sound was made.

This time no imperial bell fell. Bai Li jumped onto the last imperial bell. A spear appeared in his hand, and he threw it hard to the highest point of the palace building.

"Tear it down—"

Along with the shouting, the long spear hit the Sanqing Bell on the highest point of the palace building. With a buzzing sound, the Sanqing Bell fell down.

The world suddenly became quiet.

But at that time the palace buildings collapsed, countless figures were crowded and collided, but there was no sound.

The palace buildings and human figures fell and disappeared like mud and sand, and the imperial bell suspended in the surroundings and wrapped in blood also dissipated.

Bai Li stood between heaven and earth, surrounded by countless people and scenes passing by, crying, laughing, angry, or gently gazing, everything was disappearing.

Bai Li looked at Jiang Mian'er above. The Sanqing Bell fell into her hands. She held the Sanqing Bell and laughed heartily, then looked over and smiled slightly.

"Bai Li, goodbye."

The human figure and the Sanqing Bell disappeared.

Zhou Jingyun who was standing, the two Xuan Yangzi who were sitting, and Li Yu who was covered in blood also disappeared in an instant.

Bai Li slowly lay down, looking at the vast white world, a smile appeared on his face.

Clean and tidy.

……

……

A shattering sound rang in his ears, and Wang Tong, who was sleeping while sitting, suddenly opened his eyes. The lights in front of him flickered and his vision was blurry.

what happened?
what happened?
He hurriedly got up and saw that a statue in the temple was cracked and its gorgeous painted robes were falling off.

"The earth is shaking?" He shouted, and then looked at Xuan Yangzi who was still sitting in front of the statue, "Ancestor——"

He rushed over and tried to pull Xuan Yangzi out, but he saw cracks on Xuan Yangzi's pale face.

Wang Tong screamed in fright and fell backwards, then crawled out. The cold autumn night wind blew and he came to his senses. His feet were not shaking and the Taoist temple was quiet.

He turned his head and looked back, and saw that the tall statue was not broken, the robe was still gorgeous, and there was no gravel on the ground. Xuan Yangzi was stretching, then turned around. Under the bright lights in the hall, his face looked older and full of wrinkles.

It's ugly, but not cracked.

What happened? Did he have a nightmare?

"Ancestor." Wang Tong stepped in and said hesitantly, "I just saw..."

Xuan Yangzi laughed and clapped his hands: "It's broken, it's broken."

Wang Tong was stunned: "What?"

Xuan Yangzi didn't wait for him to ask any more questions and went out with a smile.

"Broken, broken," he laughed. "Freed, freed."

After saying that, he ran into the night.

Wang Tong rushed over and grabbed him: "Old Ancestor, where are you going?"

Xuan Yangzi looked at him and smiled: "Go travel around the world." After saying that, he laughed loudly, pushed Wang Tong away and ran out.

The short and small Taoist priest who was always drowsy disappeared in the blink of an eye. Wang Tong stood there at a loss as to what to do.

"Someone come——" He could only shout loudly, "The ancestor ran away——"

But on second thought, it’s not a bad thing that the ancestor ran away. Doesn’t it mean that the Shengzu Temple can have a new abbot?

Wang Tongyi clapped his hands and didn't say anything about chasing Xuan Yangzi. He turned around and ran into the hall to look for writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Hurry up and write a letter to my grandfather to ask him to send money to buy the position of the abbot of Shengzu Temple." He muttered with joy, "My luck has really changed. Xuan Yangzi has escaped, and the new emperor is my best friend. If I don't become the abbot, who else can be the abbot?"

"Someone come, someone come——"

The silence in the prison cell of the Supervisory Office in the capital was broken. After the shouting continued, chaotic footsteps were heard and two jailers rushed in.

"Zhang Ze! What are you doing in the middle of the night?" They shouted at someone in a cell.

Zhang Ze grabbed the railing, his eyes flickering: "Zhou Jingyun is dead, Zhou Jingyun is dead."

Zhou Jingyun is dead? The two jailers were startled and looked towards the other side of the cell, where they saw Zhou Jingyun lying motionless on the wooden bed.

Zhang Ze was shouting so loudly, but he didn't wake him up?

Could something really have happened?

Those who were imprisoned in the Supervisory Council prison were all specially ordered by the new emperor. For example, Zhang Ze did not need to be interrogated, and Zhou Jingyun did not need to be interrogated.

So we can't treat them harshly, and we can't let anything go wrong.

The jailers rushed in.

"Prince Zhou."

They shouted urgently, one of them shook, and one of them reached out to check his breath. As soon as the finger reached out, Zhou Jingyun opened his eyes.

The two jailers were startled.

Zhou Jingyun looked a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The two jailers breathed a sigh of relief: "Prince, you are sleeping."

Zhou Jingyun sat up: "Of course I have to sleep at night." He looked at them, "Are you going to interrogate them?"

The two jailers waved their hands and said, "No, no." They retreated and said, "Your Highness, go back to sleep."

The two jailers retreated and glared at Zhang Ze next to them: "If you make trouble again, I will send you to the water dungeon!"

Zhang Ze grabbed the railing and looked at them: "I'm not kidding, you didn't see--" He stopped talking here, and a puzzled look appeared on his face. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he forgot. He was a little anxious, "You didn't see it, saw it, saw who? Who should I talk about? Why can't I remember it?"

As he spoke, he shook the railing vigorously.

The two jailers spat in annoyance: "You're crazy." Then they ignored him and walked away.

Zhang Ze was still holding the railing and shaking, but suddenly he stopped and looked to the side.

"Dad? Why are you here? Dad, if your legs hurt, just lie down. Don't pull me. What are you pulling me for?"

"Dad, let go, you're strangling me."

As the speaker fell to the ground, he seemed to be suffocating and unable to move.

Zhou Jingyun, who was sitting beside the bed, watched motionlessly. Sure enough, not long after, Zhang Ze twitched a few times on the ground, curled up, and muttered something inaudible.

He said softly, "Crazy."

Then it's time to lie down and go back to sleep.

But for some reason, he couldn't help but have a thought, as if there was something he couldn't remember.

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but smile. Is he crazy too?
The next moment he raised his hand and rubbed it under his eyes inexplicably, feeling wet, he withdrew his hand in front of his eyes.

Under the flickering torch, there was a tear on the finger, crystal clear.

Is he crying?

Zhou Jingyun stared at the tear in a daze.

Why is he crying?