Comprehensive Wu: Poor monk Jigong, sign in to Wudi City at the beginning

“Does it look good?”

Under the starlight of the sunset, Hong Xixiang asked softly.

Xu Zhiyu smiled lightly: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” ”

Her breath had become weaker and weaker, and she was about to melt into this overflowing sunset.

She looked deeply into the distance.

The wind far away is farther than far away.

Seven hundred years.

Seven hundred years of wind, frost, rain and snow, seven hundred years of twists and turns.

They finally met under dusk.

This incident has surpassed any record of love in ancient books.

“Here you are, that’s enough.” Xu Zhiyu sat on the crane and slowly closed his eyes.

Tears ran down her clear, pale face, scattered by the wind in the sunset.

The last rays of life gradually melted into the soft sunset.

Hong Xixiang wiped his eyes and said, “I said, in the next life, I still like you, will we meet again?” ”

“It will, it will be, in the next life, I’ll go find you…” Xu Zhiyu’s voice was scattered in the wind.

Above the sky, cranes flap their wings and sing a thrilling swan song that can move anyone with a heart of stone.

On that day, people saw that in the depths of the sunset, there was a brilliant streamer, which disappeared into the world.

The meteor flashed away, like a flash in the pan.

Just like the most beautiful legend on earth, it is always ethereal and empty.

Hong Xixiang used his lifelong cultivation in exchange for Xu Zhiyu’s reincarnation.

Between the clouds, Hong Xixiang’s body is shattering, and he is losing all his consciousness.

“In the next life, we will meet…” muttered Hong Xixiang’s mouth.

Then, his figure turned into nothingness in the setting sun.

But their story isn’t over.

……

On Wudang Mountain.

Everyone felt that Hong Xixiang’s aura had dissipated between heaven and earth.

Silent.

Deafening silence.

After a long time, the silence turned into a long sigh.

Wang Chonglou said silently: “Junior brother, senior brother knows that this will be the case.” ”

“But… If not, it’s not you. ”

The prosperity is over, and the autumn leaves of Wudang Mountain look extremely poignant.

As if composing the final tragic song for this short love story.

“Cattle herders, you fellow!” Xu Fengnian looked at the void and scolded.

However, when the words landed, Xu Fengnian was already in tears.

He no longer had a chance to bully Hong Xixiang.

“Hey? What about Daoji Master? Lao Huang suddenly wondered.

Everyone then discovered that Li Xiuyuan had disappeared without knowing when.

Everyone looked at each other, they were all stupid.

……

Li Xiuyuan had already come to the top of the mountain at this moment, standing against the wind.

He stood there nonchalantly.

The light of the sky was shining with his tattered monk’s robe, like a blazing fire.

Li Xiuyuan looked into the distance, waved his fan, and said with a smile: “Return Xi, return Xi… Hahaha…”

The light was pervasive, and the breath that Hong Xixiang had just dissipated between heaven and earth actually condensed on Wudang Mountain again with the evening breeze in all directions.

A burst of light is as brilliant as the sunset.

Hong Xixiang’s Yuan God stood in front of Li Xiuyuan.

“Amitabha Buddha…” Li Xiuyuan chanted the Buddha’s trumpet, half crying and half laughing.

Hong Xixiang’s Yuan God opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in amazement.

It was as if he had been dreaming for thousands of years.

“Master Daoji?” Hong Xixiang looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of him in disbelief.

“I… Am I already dead? ”

Hong Xixiang clearly remembered that after he used all his cultivation as a help to reincarnate and reincarnate, he was shattered.

Li Xiuyuan did not answer, but said with a smile

“Your body is indeed annihilated, but your Genshin is still there.”

“Master, I…” Hong Xixiang looked at the familiar world, not knowing what to say.

“Hong Xixiang, the poor monk has a clear path to show you, are you willing to go?”

Hong Xixiang turned his head to look at Li Xiuyuan: “Please show the master.” ”

“How about worshipping me as a teacher, following me to practice the three teachings of Confucianism and Taoism, and finding the great road?”

After Li Xiuyuan’s words, an evening breeze blew in Wudang Mountain.

The reason why Li Xiuyuan wanted to accept Hong Xixiang as an apprentice had three purposes.

First, Hong Xixiang is the reincarnation of Daomen Lüzu, and accepting him can make Taoist luck firmly bound to himself.

Moreover, help others to the end, and send Buddha to the west.

Since he has intervened in this matter, he will end it as soon as possible and let this matter have a successful end.

The second is to dismantle the shady conspiracy of the heavenly immortals.

This time the conspiracy failed, who knows what bad ideas those despicable guys will come up with?

Li Xiuyuan couldn’t look at those high-ranking immortals.

If it weren’t for their luck in fishing, the world would not be as full of suffering as it is today.

Li Xiuyuan would definitely not let them succeed.

Third, it is a whim, what you want to do, you will do.

“Can I still meet her?” Hong Xixiang asked.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the setting sun: “Your fate is not yet over, you can meet, and follow the monk and me, and benefit endlessly, so that this marriage will not change.” ”

“In this case, I am willing to worship under the master.”

“Hahaha…” Li Xiuyuan laughed loudly: “Okay, well, then today I will be a monk and a moon elder.” ”

After speaking, Li Xiuyuan poured some water out of the gourd and then put it on the ground, and it turned into mud.

“Today monk, I help you reshape your body, but the world has a saying, I was not born, I was born old…”

“Therefore, you will renovate with that fat

amber,”

In the midst of laughter, Li Xiuyuan fanned the mud under his feet with a fan: “Up, up, up…”

Driven by a mysterious force, the continuous surge of mud turned into the shape of a person.

Not long after, when a child is about ten years old, the sculpture of a child condenses in front of him.

Li Xiuyuan gently shook the fan, and the fan turned into a carving knife.

“Wait for the monk, I’ll carve a handsome facial features for you!”

Saying that, Li Xiuyuan held the carving knife and waved the brush.

The afterimage of the carving knife is constantly flowing.

The speed of his carving is very fast, like a swordsman out of a sword, the dragon and phoenix dance, in one go.

Under the majestic knife technique, the eyes that are not long moving and the bridge of the nose are straight, and they jump on the clay sculpture.

It looks as if the clay sculpture has come alive, and he becomes a beautiful boy standing in the wind.

“Good, good, good!” Li Xiuyuan looked at his work and nodded again and again in satisfaction.

Next, he repaired the clay sculpture in detail, and then withdrew the fan.

“Hong Xixiang, go, go, that’s your flesh, but don’t be dirty!” Yes? Hahaha…”

“Thank you, Master.”

Shrouded in glow, Hong Xixiang’s Yuan God slowly merged with the clay sculpture.

At the same time, among the pilgrims who came to Wudang to put on incense, a woman who had a difficult birth gave birth to a baby girl with the help of everyone.

The baby girl was ruddy and healthy, and her crying was loud.

“Madam, look, look at our children!” The man held the baby girl, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes.

“Husband, we haven’t chosen a name for our child yet.”

The man surnamed Xu hugged his daughter, closed his mouth happily, and said: “Your name is Bai Zhi, my name is Dahu, and our daughter is called Zhihu!” ”

The baby girl seemed to have spirituality, and when she heard this voice, she laughed unconsciously.

On the top of the mountain, the boy with clear eyebrows and bright eyes sat on the ground.

“Who am I?” He asked.

“You’re my apprentice.” Li Xiuyuan looked at the boy in front of him and seemed to be smiling.

“I’m your apprentice.”

“Yes, you don’t have to remember the past things, when it’s time for you to remember, you will remember yourself, hahahaha…”

“Yes. You don’t have to remember the past, you remember when you should. ”

Maybe everything is really predestined.

The boy stood up and let the wind blow through his loose hair and dance his snow-white clothes.

He stood facing the wind, and a brilliant light flowed behind him.

“By the way, Master,” he asked, as if suddenly remembering something, “What’s my name?” ”

“Name…” Li Xiuyuan laughed: “Monk, I almost forgot this stubble!” ”

After thinking for a while, Li Xiuyuan said, “Your name is Hong Xuhu.” ”

“Hong Xuhu.” The boy murmured the name, as if it felt very familiar.

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