The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 4 Resentful Ghost Leaves
"Let's go." Jikong said, without explaining where he was going, without asking where the woman in the seal was going, but only beckoning her to leave.

"Wait a minute."

"how long?"

"Tomorrow morning."

Ji Kong didn't ask any more questions, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

It was Xu Qingqing who spoke first: "This is not like you."

Silence is clear, no answer.

Xu Qingqing didn't feel embarrassed, she leaned against the ruined wall, looked at the sky indifferently, and thought about it.

On the day of the day, at the time of the day, Xu Qingqing looked at the smear of red that had just appeared in the sky and said: "Let's go."

She turned around and walked out, and within two steps, she saw goose feathers and heavy snow flying outside, and there was a chill in it, which formed a contrast with the formation behind her, and she smiled inexplicably, overwhelming the country.

As soon as Jikong came out of the formation, he saw the smile on Xu Qingqing's face, and his footsteps faltered slightly, but he was not moved by Fanxin, but he felt familiar, but he didn't remember when he saw it.

A woman in red appeared, bowed like a lady, and said, "Master, please go and tell me."

Xu Qingqing bowed her head to smooth the fur of the blood fox, she didn't know what to think, her face was calm, and she didn't say a word.

Ji Kong thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, the woman in red smiled leisurely and moved slowly. After taking two steps, she disappeared.

Jikong's expression was calm, and he approached the place where the woman in red disappeared, and soon disappeared.

Xu Qingqing just looked up at the direction in which the two disappeared, then lowered her head and continued to groom the blood fox.

Jikong walked in, and saw a black pavilion in the enchantment, it was really pitch black, the whole body of the pavilion was made of black jade, there were marble-sized requiem bells hung on the four corners of the pavilion eaves, there was a black table in the pavilion, on the table There are one or two tea sets, and one or two black wooden stools under the table.

After the woman in red asked Ji Kong to sit down, she steamed it three times and brewed it three times, poured black tea and said, "Please."

Ji Kong drank it.

The woman in red seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "My surname is Ye Mingzi. I am Tao Zhiyaoyao in the last sentence of "The Book of Songs Taoyao". His son is Ye Zhenzhen. Yugui is suitable for his family. Master, please come today. , because I am tired of these days, I want to ask the master to save me. Before that, I have something to say."

Jikong nodded: "Please tell me."

Ye Zi tilted her head, held a strand of hair by her ear, and said in a daze, "I don't know where to start. I was an orphan since I was a child, and was adopted by my adoptive father, who was so good that I once felt that this There is no one in the world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, until I met that person, that person is really the man mentioned in the Book of Songs, a gentleman, as gentle as jade. In the end, he betrayed me."

Jikong was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth: "If you want to know the cause of the past life, you are the recipient in this life; if you want to know the fruit of the next life, you are the creator of this life. The cause of yesterday and the present fruit, the troubles of Bodhi, are like empty flowers."

Ye Zi hooked a smile, faintly, but full of resentment: "It's okay to lose, but my adoptive father taught me not to forget, but in the end I died in vain, why, why, the law of heaven is not fair."

Ji Kong replied: "The donor has forced it. Love is one body. The Buddha said: birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, separation of love, nothing to ask for. All kindness and love will be met, impermanence is rare for a long time. There are many fears in life, and life is in danger in the morning. Dew. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If you let the one who leaves love, there will be neither worry nor fear. Love is the source of hatred."

The resentment in Ye Zi's body became more and more intense, and almost solidified: "He betrayed me. If it weren't for him, I would have entered reincarnation early, and I would not have fallen into this situation today. I hate, I hate him, I hate the ignorance of the village. I hate this unfair way of heaven."

Jikong was extremely indifferent, without frowning, he said: "Love and desire are the fields, and lust, anger and ignorance are the seeds. Desire, I know your origin, and your intentions are born from thoughts. If I don't think about you, you don't have it. Love can be born. Love can also produce hatred, hatred can produce love, and can also produce hatred. Because of love, there is seeking, because of seeking benefits, because of benefits and usefulness, because of use, there is desire, because of desire, because of jealousy, because of jealousy, there is protection, because of guarding, there is protection Because of protection, there are swords, sticks, lawsuits, and countless evils. If there is no love and thought in the world, there will be no worries about suffering, dust and labor, and all sorrows will be eliminated, just like a lotus without water. Too many desires for suffering, life and death fatigue , starting from greed, with few desires and no action, the body and mind are at ease. Love hurts itself and others."

The resentment in Ye Zi's body was still strong, and his momentum softened a lot, and he murmured: "I've been chasing the wrong thing for half my life."

Ji Kong was silent, it wasn't that he had never seen a resentful ghost, but he had never seen such a resentment that seemed to reach the sky. He replied: "The poor monk has a word to let you know that people live and die alone in love and desire. Come alone. There is no substitute for suffering and happiness.”

Ye Zi dissipated the resentment around her body, poured out a cup of dark tea from the teapot and sipped it, "If I could have met the master earlier, I might not have committed such a crime. It's just that all the monks in this world are true monks, and they don't see the mistakes of the world. If you have seen the world, you are not a true cultivator.”

Jikong shook his head and replied: "I was born into the world as a monk, and entered the world as a Buddha. If I don't see the suffering in the world, how can I know what the people want."

One question and one answer, Buddhist verses and Zen Zen.

There was no sound for a while, and I sat alone in the pavilion, slowly turning the rosary in my hand, looking at the surrounding world, it was also black, black sky, dark ground, black trees, black grass and black flowers, without any other color.

The old god Ye Zi was there, holding the tea in his hand, sipping one mouthful at a time, without mentioning the withdrawal of the enchantment, even the passage of time could not be seen in the black enchantment, maybe for a moment, maybe for a long time.

She suddenly said: "What the old woman said was correct, but she didn't tell the truth in the end, because on the first day of the girl's first seven days, the people in this village were slaughtered overnight, and the people in the village have been wandering tirelessly for hundreds of years. Here, even the impermanence of black and white cannot be taken away. They firmly believe that they are not dead. Such obsession trapped them in this land for life and death. The illusion of being alive." She smiled innocently and cruelly, like a child crushing an ant with her fingers, the teacup in her hand shattered into powder, and the barrier also shattered.

He didn't move, just said: "The poor monk is a monk, but he still knows that peach wood is a thing to ward off evil spirits, and peach charms are probably quite powerful."

Ye Zi was stunned for a moment, pointed his fingers and replied: "Peach trees have aura, but they can be yin or yang, and I don't know how many there are."

Jikong didn't believe it but didn't talk too much. He looked at Xu Qingqing who had never changed his posture not far away, and in the distance there was a skeleton holding a peach talisman.He was a little surprised by Ye Zi's words, it turned out that Ye Zi didn't know that the old woman was an ancient beast devouring the mouse, so that's fine, he walked over with his monk robes on.

There were a lot of bloodstains on the ground, and there was a strong smell of blood. The smell of blood was mixed with a scent of flowers, which made people sick.Only the place where Xu Qingqing was was extremely clean, without anything, which seemed a little scary at this moment.

Xu Qingqing looked up: "Let's go."

Ji Kong paused for a moment, then raised his chin slightly: "Your face."

Xu Qingqing touched the right side of her face, the blood oozing from the slender wound was smeared like rouge, she looked at the little blood on her hand, she was very calm: "Small wound, I can't die, let's go." She emphasized again.

Jikong nodded.

Ye Zi stopped her, and the red wedding dress was like blood: "I want to walk with you."

Ji Kong never paid attention to Ye Zi, when she was the same existence as that landscape, he walked silently.

Xu Qingqing smiled invisibly, got up and hugged the blood fox and followed Ji Kong for about ten steps, then turned around and said: "If you want to come, you can attach it to my hairpin." Pull out a bamboo hairpin, the hairpin can't tell what kind of bamboo it is made of, only the green hairpin is surrounded by silver threads, there are no other patterns, the head of the hairpin is surrounded by a green snake, and the edges of the scales are Silver, lifelike.

Ye Zi smiled quietly and attached herself to the bamboo hairpin.

The grieving ghost just met her once and wanted to follow her all the time, so Xu Qingqing wanted to give her a try. It was only because the grieving ghost was too impatient. You must know that her hairpin is not so easy to possess. There was a lot of Buddha's light on the hairpin, and the resentful ghosts who had hurt countless people directly attached to it, heh, it's so dangerous, it's better to stay by your side.Her mind turned 3000 times with a snap of her fingers, but there was a smile on her face. The foxes and snakes have always been so beautiful. When she was not smiling, her indifference could make people look dull, but now she is smiling. Standing up, it is even more overwhelming, making those so-called honest gentlemen go crazy.

Ji Kong's unbroken eyes were unmoved, and his footsteps did not stop. He seemed to have never paid attention to what happened behind him, and never thought about stopping to wait for someone. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a copper sign in the grass, looking at it from a distance. There was only one word Xiao, and he put his hand into his sleeve.

Xu Qingqing put the bamboo hairpin in her hair, and followed lightly. The morning sun hit her face, which was warm, just like someone's embrace many years ago.

"What about the people in the village?" she asked.

"Everyone has their own fate, and their fate does not lie with the poor monk." He replied.

Jikong thought of those skeletons, but he didn't have any ideas, it's just that everyone had different ideas. Thinking of this, he still sighed slightly.The sudden death a hundred years ago made them unwilling to believe their own death. In the spirit-eating mouse formation, they held peach charms day after day to cover up the rotten smell on their bodies. Alive, I don't know whether it is sadness or irony.

Immortality is not so good, maybe sometimes it is a blessing to fall into reincarnation with wives and children, but the world is fascinated and desperately looking for longevity.

The wind blows away a piece of dust in the broken eaves, revealing three words.

Yongshou Village.

The weather is getting hotter and the snow has melted a lot, but there is still no news from Huaizhen.Xu Qingqing is not in a hurry, she has been waiting for 3000 years, so this time is nothing.

On this day, Jikong and his team stopped in a wasteland, it was really a wasteland, surrounded by dead grass all over the mountains, it was very difficult to find a tree, the only thing that stood out was a few large and small stones piled up at random.

Ji Kong stood next to Xu Qingqing for a while, looking at the demonic aura that seemed to reach the sky in the distance, frowned slightly, and said: "Master Xu, the poor monk has one more thing to do, and he will return within an hour." After saying that, he turned and left Go, don't care about Xu Qingqing's opinion at all.

Sitting down, I have something to say: It has been newly revised, and it will not affect the continued reading of the previously read ones, but due to deletions and revisions, please read the ones with chapter names.

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