It was fragmented, and when Xie Wei talked about it, it was also intermittently.

Bai Shu listened silently for a while, his eyes incomprehensible.

A monk and two women.

All the stories in Xie Weimei's dreams revolve around them.

She couldn't remember exactly what words the monk said when his lips moved slightly, nor could she remember what she was feeling at the moment she looked at the monk.

From the first meeting in Fenyin City, this strange dream began to bother her.

Even though many things are blurred, everything is insignificant.

But Xie Wei still clearly remembered that the monk seemed to be married.

The monk who always dressed in white put on a bright red wedding dress. He lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He is laughing, he is smiling very happily.

Can the always dull monk also smile?

Xie Wei's heart moved, and then he saw the monk approaching a small wooden house with his own eyes.

Rough wood and simple decoration inside the house.

The outside of the wall is covered with red paper-cuts, ducks, kittens, mushrooms, rabbits... all kinds of strange and weird patterns.

She stared curiously at a cat head on the wall and blinked.

The cat's head was extremely fat and huge, its eyes were round and bulging, and its beard cut out of red paper was bristling.

Not like a cat, more like a pig with a broken head.

Xie Wei turned his gaze inside the house. At this time, the monk had gently knocked on the door.

The woman in wedding dress was sitting on the wooden bed, her hands were shaking slightly and her shoulders were shaking.

Xie Wei couldn't see her face, but she had an inexplicable hope.

The woman in the wedding dress is herself.

"Amita..."

The monk's eyes were warm, but when he was halfway through his words, he hurriedly changed his words.

"I'm late, sorry."

Xie Wei heard the monk's voice:

"I suddenly had some clues about the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" created by the teacher. I was so obsessed with it that I almost missed the time."

She looked at the monk's dull explanation. The monk wanted to stretch out his hand, but halfway through, he retracted.

"I deserve to die." The monk apologized honestly.

Xie Wei watched this scene with interest and remained motionless.

Suddenly, a low sobbing sound came from under the red wedding dress.

The monk became more and more at a loss. He turned around in a panic, like a little boy who was afraid of being slapped on the palm by his teacher.

"I……"

A red dress suddenly came into view. The monk's expression was stunned, and he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch her.

"I thought you weren't coming!"

A soft, waxy, crying voice came from under the hijab.

A gust of wind blew and the red hijab was lifted up.

Xie Wei saw a pair of tearful eyes and a pitiful little face.

She was suddenly stunned. At this time, Xie Wei actually saw Xie Fanjing's face.

The girl under the red hijab was crying miserably, her eyes were swollen like peaches. She stared at the monk and pursed her lips as if refusing to admit defeat.

Xie Wei was startled when she heard a sudden noise coming from behind.

Another self...

A few steps away, Xie Wei saw his face.

She saw that she was holding up the hem of her skirt, wearing the same phoenix crown and harem, and wearing a wedding dress.

Although her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were lowered, the joy that could not be hidden seemed to overflow from the corners of her brows and eyes.

She watched as she took a few steps forward, but suddenly stopped.

The blush on the girl's face quickly faded, and she stood there blankly, like a piece of dry wood.

Xie Wei followed her gaze and saw laughter floating out of the cabin.

The girl hugged the monk's neck and turned around like a naive kitten.

The two of them were smiling at each other, and their eyes were full of infinite joy.

Outside the wooden house, Qingli's face showed countless resentment and shame. She sneered twice and walked straight forward.

Xie Wei wanted to speak, but no sound came out, and he watched her pass through his body.

The expression on her face did not change at all, as if she had just passed through a phantom of nothingness.

Xie Wei couldn't remember what happened after that.

In her memory, this was her most vivid dream.

Everything is vivid and vivid.

Xie Wei looked at the moment when the monk picked up the girl, and her heart seemed to be twitching hard.

From Fenyin City, she happened to catch a glimpse of the little handyman watching the excitement in the crowd through the opened car curtain.

The endless dream that will never stop has been bothering her.

Although it is often hazy, the faces of Baizhu, Xie Fanjing and themselves are still visible.

They are so clear, as if they were carved into the brain with a sharp knife.

Xie Wei still remembered that she saw a handyman in gray clothes by the lotus pond.

The little handyman's eyes were darting around and furtive, but he smiled like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.

In his hand was a stack of oil paper, wrapped in the oil paper, was a large chicken drumstick.

At that time, Xie Wei suddenly felt the urge to cry.

It's like waiting for someone for a long, long time, until you think you'll never meet again.

But suddenly, through the tiny silhouettes of lotus flowers in the pond, Xie Wei saw that face again.

On the eve of leaving Fenyin, Xie Wei gave up on cultivating him into a Five Desire Demon.

But Xie Wei acquiesced to the small actions of his subordinates.

Let the little handyman take over the revenge of the young people of the Zhao family.

it's over……

Since we want to climb the supreme road, from the bottom of our hearts, we can no longer have any worries.

Until the purple mist fell from the sky, the living corpses were in chaos, and the world's current situation fell into chaos.

Xie Wei always thought he was dead, but now...

The woman in red raised her eyes silently, and a few steps away, the handsome Taoist wearing a lotus crown and a feathered coat was also silent.

He frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

"after……"

Xie Wei suddenly smiled:

"I can't remember much about what happened after that. Even my dreams were intermittent, with only a few inaudible words left."

"fire……"

Under the dim light of the sky, the woman in the red dress has a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure, like a crimson lotus growing in the snow.

"I often dream about fires, many, many...as if everything is burning."

"It's over?"

Bai Shu breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"It's over." Xie Wei looked calm.

"What a weird dream."

Bai Shu narrowed his eyes and stared at the white mist in the sky.

After a long time, Xie Wei suddenly heard his harsh voice:

"Why, a good person, why is he suddenly going to die?"
To be continued...