"The Xie family has two ancient scriptures." Xie Wei sneered: "Have you ever heard of their names?"

"I know."

Atractylodes chin.

"Twelve Brahma Sutras" and "Tai Shang Cave Shen Yuan Bian Jing".

These two volumes of ancient scriptures were accidentally acquired by Xie Heng, the ancestor of the Xie family. They were so exquisite that they caused great disturbances in the world.

The Five Desire Demons trained by Xie Wei alone killed countless young talents in the world.

"Xie Xuan will do whatever it takes to get a word of approval from his master."

When Xie Wei mentioned that name, he didn't have the slightest respect:

"For some things, once they get old, the ambitions they had when they were young will no longer exist, such as helping the country and brightening their family...the older they get, the more they are afraid of death."

Xie Wei smiled jokingly, his eyes turning wildly:

"I'm afraid the old man himself never thought that his granddaughter, who had high hopes for him, would also die because of this evil book."

"She can't control it anymore?"

Baizhu's heart suddenly sank.

"Twelve Brahma Sutras", "Tai Shang Cave Shen Yuan Bian Sutra"...

When it comes to the weirdness and difficulty of enlightenment, the latter is naturally the most difficult, but when it comes to danger, it is the former.

"The Twelve Brahma Sutras" is not only unparalleled in illusion, but also the leader in illusion.

There are various miracles in it, such as when the incarnation of Zuo Chengye was killed, Xie Fanjing once manifested the idol of Brahma.

An ancient god who rides a peacock, has a crown on his head, has four arms, and holds a kettle and a spoon-shaped token.

He is one of the three gods, omniscient in all directions, creator of law, and protector of the world.

Invisible, inconceivable, and indescribable.

Even the great Shura King Po Chi that Bai Shu visualized was far dwarfed by this one.

Even though the magic is endless, if one of the Brahma's practices is not careful, he will sink into an eternal dream and never escape.

"But she..."

Bai Shu's throat rolled: "She said she had already formed a heart seal."

"Over the past thousands of years, there are countless people in the Xie family who have practiced the Twelve Brahma Sutras, and as for those who have formed the heart seal, they are as numerous as carps crossing the river."

Xie Wei raised his head slightly, but there was not even a trace of expression on his face as white as jade.

"Why can she be an accident?"

"I……"

Baizhu's voice suddenly became hoarse, his eyes moved, and then suddenly went out again.

She is going to die...

Bai Zhu lowered his head a little weakly.

The little girl holding the cat, she's going to die.

In the white mist of the first lunar month of winter, when the light that covered his body was dispersed, he suddenly felt that the winter in Qinghuang was really too cold.

The wind whizzed in through the sleeves, carrying a damp and cold smell.

Bai Shu stood silently for a long time, then he lightly dusted the frost and snow off his shoulders.

A few snowflakes fell into the shoulders and collars, and were quickly melted by the body temperature.

"Can I ever see her again?"

Bai Shu's eyes flashed and he spoke softly.

"She was brought into the sect of Du Shaozhi in her early years as a compromise between the aristocratic families and the Confucian sect, but she never practiced with him."

Xie Wei looked coldly at the handful of plum branches that had turned into black ash on the ground, and snowflakes like goose-like catkins were falling one after another.

The remaining charcoal color was quickly covered under the white snow again.

"Du Shaozhi intended to take her to Baimao Mountain, and both the ancestor and her father acquiesced."

"If there is no accident." Xie smiled and said with a flowery face, "You will never see her again in this life."

"That's it..."

Bai Shu was quiet for a long time, then suddenly laughed warmly:

"My problem is over."

He folded his hands and said:

"Miss Xie, is there anything else you want to teach the young monk?"

"Let's meet."

Looking at the silent Baizhu, Xie Wei's eyes suddenly darkened:

"Does it have to be this unfamiliar?"

"Thank you, Miss, for clarifying my doubts for the young monk."

The young Taoist priest with the lotus crown took a step back, his eyes were dull, and his face showed no sadness or joy:

"Xie Jiu once promised me that the young monk and Miss Xie will never have anything to do with each other again."

"What do you mean?" Xie Wei said softly.

"Times have changed and things have changed."

Bai Zhu lowered his eyes and smiled slowly:

"Girl and I don't have to meet each other from now on."

In the white fog, their faces were blurred by the cold wind and flying snow.

The snow is rolling on the ground, and the snow is thick and green.

Xie Wei looked at the young man in the white mist. He gave himself a faint salute and turned back.

His figure disappeared into the snow, and immediately, a five-color rainbow light flew up into the sky.

For a long time, Xie Wei looked back in silence.

In front of her, there was only a vast expanse of white mist.

…

…

…

A five-color escaping light broke through the sea of ​​clouds, and before countless flying snow could fall, it was melted and evaporated by the hot air waves in the rainbow light, leaving not even a drop of water left.

Opposite the sapphire case, Cui Yuanzhou and the fat black monk looked at each other.

Astonishingly, this was Monk Chenghe, whom both Cui Yuanzhou and Bai Shu had met one after another.

Both of them had extremely unkind expressions. If they hadn't been worried about Baizhu, who was sitting cross-legged in the cloud car, they would have almost started a fight immediately.

"Monk, bald donkey... what kind of crane is the bald donkey riding on?"

Cui Yuanzhou suddenly shook his head. He picked up the soft and thick cakes on the white porcelain plate in front of him and swallowed them in one gulp. His voice was unclear:

“Could a black donkey still be able to ride a crane?”

"It's not surprising that a black donkey rides on a crane."

Opposite Cui Yuanzhou, the fat and dark monk looked calm and not angry. He smiled slightly and retorted:

"But a fat cow riding a crane is really weird."

Cui Yuanzhou immediately flew into a rage. As a young man, if he was even slightly aroused, his face would turn red and his veins would bulge out, and they would burst out in an instant.

But suddenly, the anger on his face disappeared, and after sneering a few times, he sat down again.

Deep in the cloud car, the fog suddenly dissipated and the colorful lights separated.

The young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown looked pale, and Shi Shiran walked out.

Bai Shu looked at the furious Cui Yuanzhou, then at the fat black monk with a smile on his face, and shook his head slightly.

Three days after being separated from Xie Wei, Bai Shu picked up this fat black monk riding a crane.

Speaking of which, when Bai Shu used his sword to escape, it once passed him far away.

The fat black monk somehow got into trouble with a group of demons and was beaten to a terrible state by them.

In line with the realization that they were both bald, Baizhu boldly drew his sword to help.

Afterwards, the tall, fat monk made it clear that his Buddhist name was Huiyuan, and he was a monk from Jinghai Temple, one of the three hundred Zen monasteries under the Vajra Temple and adjacent to Fengshan Temple.

Huiyuan, a monk from Jinghai Temple?
To be continued...