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This started from the day she and Pei Chun had a quarrel.
At that time, the senior brother gave her some face and some time to be alone.
After the senior brother left, Qiao Wan just wrapped herself in the quilt.
It’s so uncomfortable.
Her wound was not healed, and her nosebleeds started to flow as soon as she lay down. Qiao Wan quickly wiped the blood again and sniffed hard. Tears and nosebleeds were mixed together, and the blood stains were everywhere.
She didn’t remember how she fell asleep in the end.
Qiao Wan fell asleep in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had stepped into someone else’s dream.
These dreams are all strange and different.
She saw the famous rich and handsome man in the world of cultivation, Master Tongyuan, squatting on the ground with his back to her, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qiao Wan walked over and took a look, only to find Zhenren Tongyuan squatting by a small pool.
Tongyuan Zhenren is a swordsman similar to her master. She always wears a white forehead bandage with the same high mountain flower, which is cold and cannot be looked at directly.
Now, Master Tongyuan removed his forehead and looked a little sad.
His receding hairline is clearly reflected in the pool.
Qiao Wan:……
Did she uncover some terrible secret?
At this moment, Master Jianxian Tongyuan seemed to notice someone behind him, turned his head suddenly, and shouted sharply, “Who?!”
Qiao Wan’s feet were empty and she fell down.
She kept falling as if there was no end.
During the fall, Qiao Wan saw that Zou Yangshu, the leader of the Lie Sun Sect in the world of cultivation, was actually a crybaby. Every time he lost a fight, he would hide in his dreams and cry.
Master Gan Zhan, who was a great fighter, was once beaten up by a mortal little carrot head when he was a boy. Even though he is now slaying demons and demons like melons and vegetables, he still can’t forget the beating he received from a primary school boy. Dayton’s psychological shadow.
The Lotus Goddess of Yunyan Fairy Mansion is actually a Futa with **** and big breasts. Because the **** are too big, the Lotus Goddess has been very distressed. In the dream, he (she) can throw away the burden of the goddess and put her **** on the table. Drink tea happily.
One second she took a polite step, and the next second she was beaten out with sword light, sword light and all kinds of random spells.
Qiao Wan suddenly looked away.
It seems that life is not easy for everyone.
With this thought in mind, she landed.
This time, she was standing on a plain that was vast and endless, extending to the sea in the distance.
The sky over the plains and over the sea presents two distinct colors.
The sky over the plains is covered with large and beautiful fire clouds, while the sky over the sea is filled with strange dark clouds.
On the dividing line between red and black, a slowly setting sun hangs.
In the middle of the plain, there is a huge Bodhi tree.
There was a burst of white mist in front of her, covering everything in front of her in a hazy state.
Qiao Wan tentatively walked forward until she reached the Bodhi tree. Through the mist, she could vaguely see a man sitting under the tree.
As soon as she approached, the man noticed her presence.
“Huh?”
The other party raised his voice slightly and shouted sharply, “Who is here?!”
This man’s voice is like the sound of an ancient temple bell, pure and majestic, and it also has its own echo effect. This Buddhist Zen sound shocked Qiao Wan into a daze at first, causing her nose to bleed again.
When Qiao Wan raised his eyes, he met a sharp gaze as if through a thick fog.
Through the thick fog, she was not sure whether the man had seen her face, but she could feel his gaze falling on her, looking her over from head to toe, even her cultivation level was not enough. People were turned upside down.
This time, the opponent did not throw any sword light, and the sword light flew past her scalp.
She couldn’t see clearly what the other party looked like, but Qiao Wan could feel a bit of Buddhist purity and 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 bowed and was about to speak. But she had been crying for too long, and her chest was twitching. She couldn’t catch her breath, and she kept crying. belch.
“I’m…burping…under…it’s…”
As Qiao Wan spoke, she huffed and puffed, “Kun… hiccup… a disciple of the Kunkunshan sect… no… hiccup… accidentally entered this place…”
Buddha:……
Too bad.
The more she tried to calm down, the louder the hiccups became.
Qiao Wan thought sadly that she had never been so embarrassed before.
Thinking of the young man’s red eyes and cold gaze, and thinking of the rabbit silk lamp, Qiao Wan felt aggrieved and tears fell again.
Anyway, the other party couldn’t see clearly what she looked like through the thick fog, so Qiao Wan simply sat down and cried loudly.
The Buddha frowned: “Why are you crying?”
Qiao Wan: “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
The Buddha’s brows furrowed even more tightly, and he patiently continued to ask: “What happened?”
Qiao Wanbiao shed two tears of kelp and cried even louder. While crying, he answered loudly: “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of of of , of, and or, or of ords of them.
Buddha:……
Qiao Wan: “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I’m so miserable. My father has been punished by justice. My mother doesn’t want me. My brother’s manly mouth is a liar.”
What kind of nonsense is this?
The Buddha frowned again.
Qiao Wan: “I was also deceived emotionally. They all treated me as a substitute… My life is so miserable…”
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 cried with snot and tears, as if she was really sad about something.
The Buddha frowned and meditated.
Qiao Wan cried for a full cup of tea, letting it all out, and finally felt better.
Remembering that the Buddha in front of her was still watching, she quickly wiped away her tears and returned to her usual humble and polite appearance.
“Hug…I’m sorry,” Qiao Wan sniffed and bowed again respectfully, “This junior just lost his temper.”
The Buddha replied nonchalantly: “It doesn’t matter.”
Dreams are extremely private.
After coming back to his senses, Qiao Wan felt a little guilty about breaking into his dream. The other party seemed to see her guilt, but did not blame her.
Not only did he not blame her, but seeing her wilted state, he even started talking about Buddhism for her.
“Although I don’t know what makes you so sad,” the Buddha said solemnly, “but you must understand that all outflows are suffering. And all these troubles and karma are originally empty and silent, so don’t let yourself become a cocoon and torture. Himself.”
This senior is a gentle and good person, although his tone of voice is a bit harsh, making people less likely to offend him. But when she broke into the dream like this, instead of getting angry and driving her away, he accepted her and waited for her to finish crying.
Although her mind was not on Buddhism at all, Qiao Wan still listened to him carefully.
This senior has a majestic and noble voice.
It’s… quite refreshing?
At least she is now clear and her mood has calmed down a lot.
She could not see clearly the appearance of this senior, she could only see his long navy blue hair, one thousand and eighty soapberry beads on his chest, and cyan cassock cuffs, and his facial features that appeared and disappeared. The treasure is solemn, so beautiful that it is a bit sharp, like the light radiating from the thin red blade, opening up the beautiful flowers.
When Qiao Wan wanted to see more clearly, the fog slowly gathered into a ball again.
Qiao Wan guessed that the mist might be what the senior in front of him meant.
After all, experts are generally not willing to show their true colors to others.
The other party didn’t want to expose his true face to others, so Qiao Wan obediently put away his curiosity.
Don’t look too much and don’t ask too many questions.
Suddenly, the white mist, bodhi trees and plains in front of her were receding rapidly, and she woke up.
There was a soft hula.
The jackdaw flapped its wings and flew past the cave.
Qiao Wan suddenly broke away from the memory of their first meeting and looked up at herself in the mirror again.
The girl in the mirror is wearing a big bow, with a pair of dark eyes open, looking back expressionlessly.
Although the female monks in the world of cultivation are protected by elixirs, and most of them have fair skin and are beautiful, there are only a few who are as capable as her. Even if they are protected by elixirs, their faces are still covered with new wounds.
Girls, most of them love beauty.
Qiao Wan was no exception. She had a paralyzed face and carefully straightened the bow on her head. She then took a closer look at the scratches on her face. The scars left from the last battle had faded so quickly that she could easily see them. Gone.
After applying medicine to herself and pulling up her collar to cover the scar on her neck, Qiao Wan didn’t waste any time. She sat on the stone bed and fell into silence again to check the injuries in her body.
Feng Wangyan was born into the Phoenix clan, and he was born with a golden elixir cultivation level. His cultivation was easy and easy.
Reincarnation is a technical job, and Qiao Wan admitted that she was envious, jealous, and resentful but could not do it.
The spiritual energy she had only accumulated for a short time was shattered by him after such an unnecessary disaster today. On the one hand, Qiao Wan endured the pain and slowly repaired the injury with spiritual power, while on the other hand, she laid the foundation again.
Maybe it was because Sa Xue was in front, and Feng Huanyan picked her up by the neck and was behind her. After such a busy time, she actually fell asleep leaning against the stone wall.
Qiao Wan actually never expected to see that senior again.
After all, she and this senior have not seen each other for almost half a year.
She replaced sleep with meditation every day, and the senior obviously didn’t have the leisure to sleep every day.
Whether you can meet this senior is purely based on his appearance.
If you have a good face, you can meet him once and listen to this senior talk about Buddhism. If you have a bad face, you may not meet him even once in half a year.