The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 44
After Jikong cut off love and love, he knew the front and back, he said: "All the promises made back then have come true."

Murong Wuxun kowtowed again, when he got up, Jikong was nowhere to be seen.

The national teacher at the side sighed, pushed the door away, and heard a clear voice from a distance: "Come on, let's go, I want to learn from the white crane, but I am entangled in silk. I will leave now and never go into the dust again."

Murong Wuzhen walked out of the imperial hall, his face was neither happy nor sad, his originally immature face showed the vicissitudes that did not belong to this age, he was tired, he thought that what he thought he could not get in his whole life was easy to get, but, what he valued the most before seemed to be about to lost.

The afternoon sun pierced his face, blurring his features.

What should be gained has not yet been obtained, and what should be lost has been lost.The friend he had been sincere to finally left because of disagreement. He has no way out at this point, so he can only continue walking, regardless of it.

If the road he chooses is full of thorns, he will cut through the thorns, no matter how hard and tiring he will be, he must grit his teeth and finish it, even though he has almost died, especially without regret.

He walked back to the imperial study room slowly, and issued orders one after another in an orderly manner, as if the depression in his heart had never appeared before.

At this time, Jikong has not left Yan Country, he is on a high mountain, and Wuming is also there.

Wuming put down the wine cup in his hand and lazily said, "Going?"

Ji Kong was silent for a long while, then shook his head and said, "No, there are still things to be done."

Wuming hummed and thought about it: "The east wing of Chengfu is very quiet."

Jikong refused: "The poor monk is not here for this purpose." Then, he took out a green bamboo hairpin from the void and put it on the white jade table in front of Wuming.

The green bamboo hairpin was used by Xu Qingqing to tangle hair, Wuming naturally recognized it, she held it in her hand and played with it carefully, there was a scar on the index finger burned by the Buddha's light, she just nodded slightly as if she didn't notice it.

Seeing her nodding, Jikong left Yufeng.

Wuming played with the green bamboo hairpin in his hand, and said casually, "Are you still coming out?"

The brilliance on the green bamboo hairpin flickered, and after the red light passed, the woman in red clothes stood in front of Wuming with a slight smile as if anger and resentment, with a somewhat sick face full of innocence, she frowned like a child and said: "Meng Miss Xu kindly allowed me to hide in the hairpin, but I don't know where to provoke you, Miss?"

A trace of undetectable disgust flashed in Wuming's eyes. She threw the hairpin on the ground and snorted coldly, "I don't care what you want to do, but if it involves me, hum."

She took the flagon and left.

The hairpin was still on the ground, and the cold wind was blowing from the top of the mountain. Under the scorching sun, she couldn't help feeling bone-chillingly cold. The red clothes swayed with the wind, and the figure on the mountain became thinner and more fragile. A few strands of her bundled hair were blown off, covering her face. Close her eyes and see no emotion.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The woman's laughter came from the mountain, it was obviously a smile but it made people feel chills inexplicably.

The woman in red smiled and bent over, and after a while, she straightened up, gently wiping away the water marks from the corners of her eyes with her white and tender index finger.

The strong wind blew by, the red clothes fluttered like a butterfly, fluttered in the wind for a while, and disappeared in the wind, where can I find it.

In the tenth day, family members in the imperial capital of the Yan Kingdom passed on that the emperor was in danger. Ordinary people only regarded it as a novelty, and did not expect that their emperor's form was indeed not optimistic.

It was a good morning, and the breakfast stalls were very lively, except for a plain noodle stall in the Imperial Capital of the Kingdom of Yan. There were many people queuing up, but it was different from other stalls that were bustling and noisy, with more than a dozen tables empty. , except for one table, two people sat.

One of them, wearing a white monk robe, sat there with an indifferent expression, turning the sandalwood beads in his hand, one by one, according to a strange rhythm, but there was nothing in front of him, this person was none other than Ji Kong .

As for why the shopkeeper didn't drive him away, there was no other reason. The boy sitting next to him had a high nose and deep eyes, golden hair, and a handsome face. It's a pity that the people in the imperial capital of Yan Kingdom are knowledgeable and Where have they seen such a strange appearance before, coupled with the bowls piled up like a hill in front of the boy, everyone thought they had seen a monster for a while, so the store didn't want to drive him away, but dared not.

All the people queuing up beside the plain noodle stall frowned, whether they were sitting or walking, they were extremely entangled.

When the Buddha beads in Jikong's hand turned [-] times, he said lightly: "Let's go."

The blond boy put down the bowl in his hand, stood up respectfully and stood aside with his hands down.

With a wave of Ji Kong's hand, a light-colored glory enveloped the stall owner and his wife, and then the monk's robes shook, and they disappeared without a trace in front of everyone.

The stall owner and his wife didn't have the mood to think about whether they were losing money. They only thought that it would not be long before they were hit by the magic spell, so they hugged each other and cried endlessly.

The people who had been afraid to leave before suddenly scattered like crows.

After a while, the husband and wife at the plain noodle stall were weeping and cleaning up the stall. The cake seller finally couldn't hold back, looked over curiously, and a scream pierced the sky.

The peddler shouted: "My God, what you have met is not a living Bodhisattva."

People like to join in the fun, this statement is true, so in less than a moment, countless people swarmed from the huge imperial capital, surrounding the couple tightly, and he talked about whether it was lively or not.

The couple dubiously supported each other and walked to the noodle soup, and took photos suspiciously of the noodle soup. They hugged each other again and cried, but this time they were tears of joy.

Many years later, someone mentioned it again, faintly in awe, except for the gods, no one would have thought that anyone else could make two old people who were almost sixty years old turn into a green youth in a blink of an eye.

Many years have passed, and Ji Kong at that time just shook his head and said nothing when facing the relationship between his disciple and the younger generation of the stall owner and his wife.

This is something to say later, so let's not reveal it for the time being.

In Jingxi Palace, the imperial capital of the Yan Kingdom, all the bright yellow curtains were put down, and there were only two people in the palace that was supposed to be busy and congested. One sat and the other lay down.

Sitting cross-legged, the national teacher flicked the whisk placed on his left hand twice in the air, and said, "Your Majesty has come, why didn't you show up?"

Jikong's figure gradually appeared, and at the same time, a blond boy appeared.

The national teacher got up, and Jishou said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jikong clasped his palms together and returned the salute without answering, looking straight at the national teacher.

The national teacher smiled wryly, and said: "Forget it." He took out a green bamboo hairpin from the wide Taoist robe, the hairpin has been divided into two, and the break is neat.

Jikong pondered for a moment, and his left hand formed a Buddha seal, shrouded in golden and shining Buddha light.

The radiance of the hairpin showed that Ye Zi was pale and was hugged by the national teacher, lifeless, as if she was dead, so it is wrong to say that, after all, she was dead 200 years ago.

Jikong frowned, remembering that it was about a long time ago.

He and she once discussed Buddhist verses in the darkness, and she was the only one in the darkness who was red all over, so red that she looked like a resentful ghost, but she showed great dismay during the questions and answers. Rest assured, it now appears that he was wrong.

He closed his eyes, and it took him a long time to say: "She should have this calamity in her fate."

The national teacher made calculations with his left hand, nodded again, and said, "That's true."

Jikong raised his eyelids slightly, and said in a calm tone, "You know."

The national teacher nodded.

Ji Kong didn't know what to say, and the luxurious palace was filled with speechless embarrassment.

"boom."

The heavy gate of the palace was kicked open, and someone stood against the light, carrying a jug of wine, the royal blue men's clothes looked much softer under the backlight.

She walked into the hall with a lazy expression, showing some unnoticeable disgust, took a sip of wine, looked at Ye Zi and said coldly: "I said don't implicate me."

Ye Zi tried her best to open her eyes, and mouthed to Ji Kong feebly, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Jikong didn't understand.

She grabbed the arm of the national teacher, and she said: "I just ask you a question, you must answer me truthfully, otherwise I will not be reconciled even if my soul flies away."

The national teacher nodded, expressionless.

"do you remember me?"

The national teacher nodded.

She tried her best to cling to the national teacher's ear, her clothes were torn in layers, and she said, "Jiang Zhixue, I'm good."

No matter how much she said, she refused to say it. Seeing his pupils shrunk slightly, she suddenly laughed, very happy, just like a child destroying a toy that she loves so badly, because she knew that toy It can only belong to her, and no one can take it away.

Smiling and laughing, tears filled her face, she shed tears, the ghost has lost its body, so it will not shed blood and tears, once it starts, it will be the day when its soul flies away.

Everyone knows that she is about to lose her soul, but there is nothing she can do.

The national teacher hugged her tighter and tried to keep her, but in vain, her feet began to disappear, and finally she turned into powder and disappeared into the air.

Her last words echoed in the empty palace.

She said: "Jiang Zhixue, I am very happy, and now you are still sad for me."

The national teacher stood there in a daze, his face was full of confusion, there was a handprint on his shirt, and under the handprint was a white and tender arm.

Ji Kong only said that life and death are life and death, and he didn't have any worries in his heart. He probed through the void, took out an emerald green elixir and put it into Murong Wusun's mouth through the air, and then used his great magic power to help Murong Wushen digest the huge power contained in the elixir .

After finishing everything, he walked out of the hall without squinting.

Wuming, who was still leaning against the door drinking, saw him passing by, and quickly followed with his drink.

Ji Kong stopped and said, "What's the matter?"

Wuming casually threw the wine jug carved from suet jade in her hand on the ground, the crystal fragments refracted colorful colors in the sunlight, she stepped on them as if she hadn't seen them before, the fragments had already turned into powder before stepping on her slender feet, she With a snort: "What can I do, it's never me."

Ji Kong looked at her calmly, with neither sadness nor joy in the depths of his pupils.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Wuming's lips, seeming angry or mocking, she turned around and made a gesture, the light flashed, and there was no one there.

Ji Kong stood in place, thoughtful, as if something important had been overlooked by him.

Before leaving, he was called again.

"You didn't leave."

"kindness."

"I want to say."

"it is good."

After questioning and answering, the two were already sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the lake was full of duckweed, and the stone table in the pavilion was empty.

The two sat facing each other, the national teacher's eyes were lingering, he didn't speak for a long time, Ji Kong didn't rush, the sandalwood beads in his hands kept turning, like the one hundred and eighth sandalwood beads in his hand for the thousand and eighth time Falling from the fingers, the national teacher spoke, and the stars were already shining.

(End of this chapter)