North India·Qunu City.

This city has its own legends, or in other words, the Chinese translation of this city comes from the legend recorded by Xuanzang himself. It is probably that the first king here gave birth to a hundred daughters, and there was a fairy who was transformed from an old tree. Look at his daughter.

It is recorded in the text that it is "causing defilements to develop the mind".

As a result, the king's daughter was unwilling, so she had to send the youngest ugly one to the past.

The god, whose skin was like dead wood, was angry and cursed the other ninety-nine women to bend their waists.

So it is called Qunv City.

Xuanzang said at the time that he could undo the curse.

When King Jieri asked about this ancient history, Xuanzang talked about Buddhism.

Speaking the Diamond Sutra of Mahayana Buddhism, cut off all afflictions, get through all the omissions, and break the curse.

When Wei Yuan asked in private.

"Do you know how to undo curses?"

"don't know."

"Then how do you solve it?"

After pondering, the monk replied: "You should hold the vajra power and cut off your troubles."

A lot of age fell in love with a little girl, and cursed if she couldn't get it, is this thing a fairy?

If it were him, he would have swung his Zen staff round and smashed it.

This is called diamond power.

Beat that dead wood fairy to death.

Isn't the spell solved?

This is called cutting off worries.

Of course I said it in a joking tone, but Wei Yuan felt that with Xuanzang's character, he would really be overthrown on the spot when he saw such a so-called god. There is a high probability that it is a tree demon similar to the grandmother in A Chinese Ghost Story.

As for whether Xuanzang can handle it.

Just ask that grandma if she has the guts to confront the Mahayana Heaven of Buddhism, the Heaven of Buddhist Emancipation, the Venerable Mahadeva Tripitaka, and Wei Yuan even suspected that the tree demon in A Chinese Ghost Story could not break Xuanzang's attack at all. Defend.

It's just that the Qunv City, which was once the most prosperous city in Northern India, has already been turned into ruins.

The Jieri Empire fell apart after the death of King Jieri.

Never unified again.

Countless talented kings once opened up vast empires with their own hands, and such great achievements naturally perished after their own deaths. Only the first emperor, although he died, the great unity he created has always been handed down. Monarchs stand out.

For a hundred generations, Qin political law was practiced.

Now Chang'an is still Chang'an City, and Qunv City has already become a small town in the county.

Wei Yuan found a place where he could see the original location of the city, sat down cross-legged at will, looked at this not-so-bustling place, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could still see the Qunv City back then, and the Ring Japanese Empire.

The city **** is majestic, the towers and pavilions face each other, the flower forests and ponds, the bright and clear mirrors, and many exotic goods gather here.

The people live happily and the family is rich.

"It's like a dream..."

Wei Yuan smiled and whispered.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could still see the scenes of the past. The wind blew over the remains of the years, carrying the wind of the past, and falling on the shoulders of the current knight.

Over there, there used to be a pool, with lotus flowers of various colors, there is a market, where fruit and grain are lined up, and sculptures and pools surround the square, where monks and sages will communicate with each other Arguing, the children will watch carefully from the sidelines.

The farthest is the Jialan Pagoda, which goes straight into the sea of ​​clouds.

At the small booth, there will be a ranger from the Tang Dynasty looking up at the clouds, in a daze, thinking about the flying flowers in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, while Shi Pantuo sighed beside him, and in the sound of laughing, the burly ancient The king of India strode forward.

The ranger from Datang raised his head and looked at the king next to him.

The two are drinking here.

"Can't you stay here?"

King Jieri issued another invitation, frowning:

"You can become my strongest general, let Xuanzang stay, and he can return to vulgarity. My sister, the most beautiful woman in North India, has practiced Hinayana Buddhism for him. Although there is no great wish to save all living beings, but I have also been able to curb my troubled thoughts.”

"No, no, no."

"We're not keeping it."

"Why, do you doubt our friendship?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then why?"

Datang's ranger shook his head and laughed loudly:

"You are very kind to us, but this is not home after all."

"Home?"

"yes."

Sitting cross-legged, You Xia'er swayed, his ponytail swayed, he had a bodhi leaf in his mouth, there was a smile in his eyes, and a smile in the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be soaked in joy, like It's time to brew a jar of fine wine, said:

"Do you know the joy of riding a horse in the north? Do you know how intoxicating the wind in the south of the Yangtze River is? Do you know that riding a fast horse, drinking wine with your neck up, and flying over the Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River is wanton?"

"Do you know the wind in Chang'an?"

"Do you know the voice of the Tang Dynasty passing by Longshouyuan?"

"Do you know the majesty of Yanzhao and the magnificence of Qin and Jin?"

"No matter how good this place is, it's not our home after all. If we don't return to that land one day, then Xuanzang and I will be wandering wanderers after all. My hometown is where our hearts are at ease. It has proved that only my hometown can make my heart settle down."

"Even if you are a wanderer, you always want to go home."

King Jie Ri stopped persuading them, and the two got drunk.

Drunk farewell.

"Our friendship will not change, I am waiting for you to come back and continue to drink with me."

The king said so.

Into the years of history.

When you close your eyes, the voices and smiles of many friends in the past are very clear, is it afternoon? Or was it just past noon? Shi Pantuo was sighing, the camel bells were shaking, the sun was streaming down from the cracks in the leaves of the linden tree, the bearded man was laughing loudly, the sounds of hawking, selling wine, quarreling, and the laughter of children were extremely real.

When I opened my eyes, it was just a piece of wreckage. Shi Pantuo, Jie Ri Wang, Xuan Zang, the place where they had been drinking, all turned into smoke and dissipated away, sealed in the dim past, and the modern North India was coming and going. People, even the ruins of King Jieri have disappeared, only the same sunshine as before fell on the face.

With his backhand, Wei Yuan stuck the Jieri Sword upside down on the ground.

Take out two wine bowls from the sleeve robe.

A jug of wine.

Sit down on the ground.

He poured the wine into the wine bowl.

A smile appeared on the face of the Ranger of the Tang Dynasty, holding up the wine bowl, facing the city 1,500 years ago, raising the glass to the friend 1,500 years ago, smiling and whispering: "I'm back .”

"Bring the fine wine from Chang'an."

"With the flowers of Chang'an."

During the chat with the bearded man, Wei Yuan mentioned the fine wine from Beiyin more than once, exaggerated the good wine in Chang'an City, and made golden lotus spring up from the ground. To be honest, he was also poor at that time, and if he wanted to talk about good wine, That's really embarrassing, I haven't had much to drink, after all, Wang Xuance is not rich.

And if he told Xuanzang, 'I'm out of money, give me the money, I'm going to drink! '

It is estimated that the monk grabbed the Tianling cover with one hand and dragged him back on the spot.

A Chang'an city full-time street slipper.

You actually came to ask the monk to borrow money to buy wine? !

Tathagata, the Buddha, his family is unlucky! Family misfortune!

It's just that even though I haven't had much Chang'an fine wine, but in the palace of Beiyin, sitting on a soft embroidered blanket, drinking the fine wine in a golden vessel, I still recall the rice wine in Chang'an in the past. The wind in Chang'an comes from Qilu's grain, so it's fine no matter what.

Wei Yuan toasted alone, and touched the wine vessel in front of the Sun Jie Sword.

Then he leaned back and drank. In the eleven years of ancient India, when they first met each other, they thought each other was a **** looking for trouble. He leaned on a withered old tree, overlooking the past, drinking the first bowl, and said to himself:

"Tianzhu."

Then came the second bowl, whispering: "Chang'an."

The third bowl. "Go home."

For the fourth time, I poured a whole bowl, almost full to the point of overflowing, paused, and drank it all in one gulp.

"One Hundred Thousand Miles Sword!"

Then the breath turned soft: "Dharma."

"Jia Lan."

Wei Yuan drank bowl after bowl of strong wine. After Jialan, Qianqiu, sword fighting, crossing and crossing, holding sword north and south, asking heroes and enemies, all of them were swallowed, and they drank enough. There are eleven bowls of wine.

The scenes of the past were all combined with this Chang'an fine wine, and Wei Yuan seemed to be drunk with his soul. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the person sitting here was the museum owner of later generations, or the ranger from the Tang Dynasty, or just Show your character.

In the end, eleven bowls of wine drank the wine completely.

No matter how hard he could pour out a drop of wine, Chang'an Ranger of the Tang Dynasty stared at the place where things and people were no longer there. He was stunned for a long time, laughed loudly, and finally lost interest. He tossed the Chang'an wine and staggered to his feet: " Let's go! Let's go!" With a flick of his sleeve, all traces of the Sun Jie Sword were wiped off, like an ordinary thing, left here.

Eleven years in prison.

I have known each other for eleven years.

Return your eleven bowls of spirits.

This sword was given to me by you, and it has been going around for 1,600 years, and I will return it to you at this moment, big bearded man.

Is the so-called, beginning and end.

People in my generation, people in my generation...

The ranger staggered away.

The ancient divinity, the sword of the Great Sun represented by the concept of mythology remained here, overlooking the ruins of Qunv City below like the King Jieri back then, while the rangers of the Tang Dynasty left without even looking at it The sword that exudes scorching divinity.

He paused.

It seems to be an illusion, or maybe he is drunk. Behind him, it seems that there is still the city of singing girls, and the sound of camel bells can be heard. There is Shi Pan Tuo, and there are drinking buddies there. Xuanzang is preaching scriptures, just like those old men The monks were dozing off, the beautiful co-lord was watching Xuanzang, while the bearded man was holding a sword and drinking wine, looking at him.

Sixteen hundred years ago, the mighty king smiled and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Staring at Baiyun in a daze, You Xiaer said, "It's nothing."

After 1,600 years, You Xia'er never looked back.

In the end, he just waved his back to Qu Nucheng and his friends from the past.

Say aloud:

"gone!"

Step out of memory.

The wind blew across the blade, and Jieri Sword whistled, as if humming.

When Wei Yuan returned to Qingniu, the white-haired young man reeking of alcohol was frantically swiping his phone, his eyes were red and red. When he saw Wei Yuan coming back, he widened his eyes and said angrily, "Tao Jiang, where did you post it! You Where did it go?!"

He reached out to grab Wei Yuan's neckline.

But Wei Yuan raised his hand to hold him down, and Wu Zhiqi was stunned by the latter's natural reaction.

Wei Yuan didn't notice it, and his tone was relaxed and cheerful, even with a hint of gentleness:

"That sentence? I lied to you."

Wuzhiqi was dazed, then furious:

"you!!"

Wei Yuan was puzzled and said, "I thought, with Shui Jun's ingenuity, shrewdness and courage, you could see through my traps at a glance..."

"Could it be that...you fell for it?"

"?!"

Wu Zhiqi's voice stopped abruptly, and he was sluggish for a while, gritting his teeth and saying a word:

"Of course...Of course I can see it."

Wei Yuan clapped his palms and sighed, "As expected of the Lord of Water!"

"awesome."

"That is to say, my trap has no negative impact on you at all, right?"

Wu Zhiqi was blocked by a sentence, and he held it in for a long time before he could choke out a sentence from the gap between his tiger teeth:

"…right."

The free and easy ranger smiled, and the old green cow was surprised when he saw that he did not have the Sun Jie Shenjian with the concept of vast mythology in his hand, and said:

"What about the concept of mythology?"

"left behind."

"Don't take it away?"

"Take what?"

The old Qingniu was stunned, looked at the young man who answered casually in front of him, and then couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing loudly, saying: "The master taught you the right thing, the master taught you the right thing, you don't need to learn any more, any foreign things are fine. It's impurities, you have already attained the Tao, you already have the way, hahaha..."

He laughed heartily, then smiled and whispered in his heart.

I don't have to worry about you~lightnovelpub.net~ Wei Yuan originally planned to leave directly, but the green bull has been re-formed as a prototype.

Wei Yuan caressed the big green cow and sat on the back of the green cow as if it had been more than two thousand years ago. He took out his mobile phone and opened Zhang Ruosu's contact. He originally sent a lot of joking words as in the past, but in the end it was another Deleted everywhere.

finally sent out.

It's just six words.

"The ancestor of Taoism returned to the country."

ps: Today's second change... 3,800 words, thanks to Bai for the 30,000 starting point coins of illusion, thank you~

Well, although there is a little time, I have to prepare well for the next time, the next big one is tomorrow.

I hope this plot can be written down smoothly and lie in the corpse.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . :