Chapter 8: First
The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!
This has to be started from the day she and Pei Chun quarreled with each other.
At that time, the big brother saved her a little face, and also gave her some time to be alone.
After the senior brother left, Qiao Wan just wrapped herself in the quilt.
So uncomfortable.
Her wound was not healed, and the nosebleed gurgled down as soon as she lay down. Qiao Wan quickly wiped the blood again and tried to sniff. Tears and nosebleeds were mixed together, blood stained.
She didn't remember how she fell asleep in the end.
Qiao Wan fell asleep in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself stepping into someone else's dream.
These dreams are strange and different.
She saw the famous Gao Fushuai in the comprehension world, the real person Tongyuan, squatting on the ground with his back to her, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qiao Wan walked over to take a look, only to find that the real person Tongyuan was squatting by a small pool.
Master Tongyuan is a sword immortal similar to her master's old man. He usually wears a white forehead, the same high-mountain flower, and is cold and cannot be looked directly at.
But now, Master Tongyuan wiped his forehead and looked a little sad.
His receding hairline was clearly reflected in the pool.
Joey:…
Did she break some terrifying secret?
At this moment, Jianxian Tongyuan Zhenren seemed to sense someone behind him, turned his head sharply, and shouted loudly, "Who?!"
Qiao Wan's feet were empty, and the whole person fell down.
She kept falling like there was no end.
On the way to the fall, Qiao Wan saw that Zou Yangshu, the scooping handle of the scorching sun religion in the cultivation world, was actually a crying bag. Every time he lost a fight, he would hide in his dreams and cry.
The master Gan Zhan, who had a super powerful fight, was beaten by a mortal little radish head when he was a teenager. Even though he is now cutting melons and vegetables, he still can't forget the mentality of being beaten by a primary school student. shadow.
The Furong Goddess in Yunyan Immortal Mansion is actually a big breast and a big chirp to help her. Because of the big breasts, the Furong Goddess has been very distressed. In the dream, he (she) can throw away the goddess baggage, put the chest on the table, and drink happily. Tea.
She just took a polite step one second, and the next second, she was beaten out again by someone using sword light and sword light all kinds of messy spells.
Qiao Wan suddenly looked away.
It seems that life is not easy for everyone.
With this thought in mind, she fell to the ground.
This time, she was standing on a plain, and the plain was endless and stretched to the sea in the distance.
The sky on the plain and the sea presents two distinct colors.
The sky over the plain was covered with large and beautiful fiery clouds, while the sky over the sea was churning with a strange dark cloud.
On the dividing line between red and black, there is a sunset that is slowly setting.
In the middle of the plain, is a huge Bodhi tree.
There was a white mist in front of her, shrouding everything in front of her in a haze.
Qiao Wan tentatively walked forward until she reached the Bodhi tree. Through the mist, she vaguely saw a man sitting under the tree.
As soon as she approached, the man discovered her existence.
"Um?"
The other party's tail tone was slightly raised, and he shouted, "Who is here?!"
This person's voice is like the sound of an ancient temple bell, pure and dignified, and has its own echo effect. This Buddhist Zen sound made Qiao Wan a little stunned, and the nosebleed came down again.
As soon as Qiao Wan raised her eyes, she seemed to meet a clear gaze through the thick fog.
Through the thick fog, she wasn't sure whether the man saw her face, but she could feel the gaze falling on her, and sizing her up from head to toe, even the cultivation level made people stunned. Upside down.
This time, the other party didn't throw any sword light, and the sword light rubbed her scalp and flew over.
She couldn't see what the other party looked like, but Qiao Wan could feel a little bit of integrity belonging to Buddhism, and there was a faint golden light in the mist.
Which senior in Buddhism should this dream belong to?
Aware of the senior's gaze on her, Qiao Wan saluted and was about to speak, but she had just cried for too long when her chest twitched, she didn't catch her breath, and kept crying.
"In... hiccup... down... is..."
Qiao Wan said, while snoring, "Kun...hic...Kun Kunshan's disciples...no...hic... accidentally strayed into this place..."
Buddha: …
so terrible.
The more she tried to calm down, the louder the cry became.
Qiao Wan thought sadly that she had never been so embarrassed before.
Thinking of the boy's red eyes, cold eyes, and the rabbit silk lamp, Qiao Wan felt aggrieved, and tears fell again.
Anyway, through the thick fog, the other party couldn't see what he looked like. Qiao Wan simply sat down and cried.
The Buddha frowned: "Why are you crying?"
Qiao Wan: "woo woo woo... hic..."
The Buddha's brows furrowed even tighter, and he continued to ask patiently, "What happened?"
Qiao Wanbiao let out two kelp tears, and cried even louder. While crying, she answered loudly: "woo woo woo... I... hic... I'm lost in love..."
Buddha: …
Qiao Wan: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, my father was brought to justice, my mother doesn't want me, my brother's man's mouth is a liar."
What kind of nonsense is this all about?
The Buddha frowned again.
Qiao Wan: "I was also deceived by people. They all used me as a substitute... My life is so bitter..."
Although he didn't understand what she was talking about, the Buddha patiently waited for her to finish crying.
The girl in the thick fog burst into tears and snot, as if there was something really sad.
The Buddha raised his eyebrows in thought.
Qiao Wan cried for a full cup of tea before venting it all out, and finally felt better.
Thinking that the Buddha in front of her was still watching, she quickly wiped away her tears and returned to her usual humble and respectful appearance.
"Hold... I'm sorry," Qiao Wan sniffed, bowed respectfully and saluted again, "Just now this junior has lost his temper."
The Buddha replied indifferently, "It's okay."
Dreams are extremely private.
After regaining his senses, Qiao Wan felt a little guilty about breaking into his dream. The other party seemed to see her guilt, but she didn't blame her.
Not only did he not blame her, but seeing her dazed state, he even talked about Buddhism for her.
"Although I don't know what made you so sad," the Buddha said solemnly, "but you have to understand that all blemishes are suffering. And all these afflictions and karmic obstacles are originally empty, don't be a cocoon and torture yourself."
This senior is a gentle and good person, although the tone of his speech is a little harsh, so people don't dare to offend. But when she broke into a dream like this, not only did she not get angry and drive her away, but instead accepted her and waited for her to finish crying.
Although her mind was not on Buddhism at all now, Qiao Wan still listened to him very seriously.
This senior has a majestic and noble voice.
Still... quite refreshing?
At least, she now has a clear Lingtai, and her mood has calmed down a lot.
She couldn't see the appearance of this senior, she could only see his long blue hair, 1,080 Sapindus Buddha beads on his chest, and blue cassock cuffs, his hidden eyebrows and eyes at that time, and his precious appearance was solemn. , so beautiful that it brought a little sharpness, like the light from the thin red blade, which opened up the beautiful colors.
When Qiao Wan wanted to see a little more clearly, the fog slowly gathered into a ball again.
Qiao Wan guessed that the fog might be the meaning of the senior in front of him.
After all, masters are generally not willing to show their true colors.
The other party didn't want to expose his true face to others, and Qiao Wan obediently put away her curiosity.
Don't look too much, don't ask too much.
Suddenly, the white fog, the linden tree and the plain in front of her were all receding rapidly, and she woke up.
A small hula sounded.
The jackdaws flapped their wings and flew past the cave.
Qiao Wan suddenly broke free from the memory of this first meeting, and looked up at herself in the mirror again.
The girl in the mirror wore a big bow, and with dark eyes, she looked back expressionlessly.
Although the female monks in the cultivation world are protected by elixir, most of them are fair and beautiful, but there are still a few who can toss like her.
Girls, most of them love beauty.
Qiao Wan was no exception. With a paralyzed face, she straightened the bow on her head earnestly, and looked closer at the scratches on her face. The scars left from the last battle were almost invisible.
After putting medicine on himself, pulling the collar, and blocking the scar on his neck, Qiao Wan didn't delay, sitting on the stone bed, went into stillness again, and checked the wounds in his body.
Feng Ruoyan was born of the Phoenix family. He was born with a golden core cultivation base, and his cultivation was smooth and easy.
Reincarnation is a technical job, and Qiao Wan admits that she is envious, jealous, and hateful.
She had only accumulated aura of spiritual energy for a short time, and after such an unpredictable disaster today, she broke him up again. Qiao Wan took patience and slowly repaired the injury with her spiritual energy, while on the other hand she re-consolidated the foundation.
Maybe it was because she gave up her blood first, and was picked up by Feng Xianyan's neck by her neck. After all that work, she actually fell asleep leaning against the stone wall.
Qiao Wan actually didn't expect to see that senior again.
After all, she and this senior hadn't seen each other for almost half a year.
She replaced sleep with tranquility every day, and the senior obviously didn't have the leisure to sleep every day.
Whether you can see this senior is purely a matter of face.
If you have a good face, you can meet once, and if you listen to this senior talk about Buddhism, if you have a dark face, you may not meet once in half a year.