The moonlight poured down all night. The waves of the sea are endless, lapping on the reef shore.

Amu and the little black bird seemed to be a little distant from the moon, so they sat on the bluestone all night. Amu may not remember what he said.

At this time, a round of red sun sprayed thin, and the little black bird spread its wings and left.

The early sun is quiet, Amu closes his eyes slightly, bathing in the morning sun. If you are a monk, you will definitely breathe in at this time, a wisp of early yang essence, ten times better than the spiritual power of ordinary days, the most important energy to absorb.

It's a pity that at this time, the Amudan Sea is empty. Except for the physical body, he was already a mortal. However, the light of the morning sun still makes people feel warm and comfortable.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming!

Blue sea, blue sky. Amu sat cross-legged and instinctively folded his hands in the Danhai, soaking up the sun and sea breeze. He seemed to have come out of the gloom of last night and enjoyed everything.

However, at this time, Amu will never know.

In fact, he was just sitting alone on the bluestone by the sea.

The cold moon hangs high in the void, and the sound of the waves in the night, this shijie is not day at all now.

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100,000 mountains, deep and mysterious. At the foot of a large mountain, ancient trees are towering.

Under an ancient pine, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stands pretty. The girl has bright eyes and bright teeth, beautiful and moving, wearing a long black dress, and her skin is fair. A white silk scarf is tied around his neck, which is faintly shiny, especially elegant.

She was looking out to sea, looking at Amu. That kind of background, for seventeen years, has occupied her heart.

At this moment, there was a fluctuation in the void, which was the monk's spell ripples.

Two old men dressed as monks, one fat and one thin, showed their figures. These are two Spirit Saint Intermediate Perfection monks, maybe such a monk is nothing in the eyes of Amu in the past, but above the East Ridge, they are not all laymen.

"I've seen the little princess!" the two monks, clasping their hands together, actually bowed slightly to the girl in the black dress.

"Xiaoyun and Chenyue, the two masters, torment the juniors! Disturb each other late at night, and the juniors are quite sorry!" The girl in the black dress hurriedly folded her hands and returned with the Buddha salute.

When the two monks heard this, they couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads.

One of the thin old monks said: "Little princess, you have cultivated to the sky, I don't know how much you are better than the two of us! ”

Another round-faced old monk asked with a smile: "Little princess, summoning the two of us late at night, I don't know what?"

The girl in the black dress smiled, pointed to Amu on the bluestone by the sea, and said, "It's still for him!"

"Oh?" the two monks glanced at Amu's background, and their smiles were a little bitter. It seems that this is not the first time that they have been called by this girl in a black dress to help.

"Little princess, it's been seventeen years! Why do you bother so much for a person who has lost his cultivation and is in an abnormal sense? Although my Buddha is merciful and all living beings are equal, the little princess has really consumed too much mind for a stranger!" the thin old monk said softly, and his words were sincere.

"Master Xiaoyun's teachings, the younger generations will never dare to forget!" said the girl in the black dress respectfully.

But when she looked at Amu, the girl in the black dress was full of love and pity, and then turned her head to the thin old monk and said: "Master Xiaoyun, Buddha Zeng Yun, if you do not die for a hundred thousand eons, when karma meets, the retribution will be repaid." I don't know if it's right?"

"Oh?" Master Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting the girl in the black dress to say this Buddha language, and hurriedly said, "What the Buddha said, it is natural and reasonable!

When the girl in the black dress heard this, she smiled and said, "That's it! I and him, there will be three lives of cause and effect, and three lifetimes of calamity." Otherwise, how can you not forget the first time you see in this life?"

When the girl in the black dress spoke, she kept looking at Amu's background. On a moonlit night, by the sea, the background of Amu is so clear and dark.

The two masters shook their heads, but said nothing more. Buddhism is reasonable, they are irrefutable, maybe everything is really as the little princess said.

Everything is impermanent, but cause and effect must respond. If it is not on the wheel of cause and effect, there will be calamity, how can this be?

He said that in Mengjia Village, forty-seven people had died. Then, there are still two people left, and the number of seven or seven reincarnations will be completed! He may be liberated. Master Xiaoyun, Master Chenyue, please zuihou help me. Then, let him worship in the Buddha sect in the future, or help him recover his cultivation!" the girl in the black dress pleaded.

The two masters, Xiaoyun and Chenyue, shook their heads and glanced at each other.

"Little princess, don't worry! We will naturally send the Buddha to the western heaven. However, as for his resumption of cultivation, I don't think the little princess needs to report too much hope, although the two of us don't know what kind of cultivation he used to be, what kind of monk he used to be, but now that his Danhai is empty, the immortal root has been destroyed, it is impossible to practice anymore!" Master Chenyue said.

The girl in the black dress nodded and said, "Take one step at a time, let's talk about it after the moment! If it really doesn't work, I am willing to take him to the Brahma Temple ten thousand miles away and kneel down to beg the Buddha!"

The girl in the black dress had clear eyes and a resolute tone.

"Amitabha!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Brahma Temple, in the eyes of the Dongling monks, is a cloud-like existence, that is, the two masters in front of them, who have never had the opportunity to visit in their lifetime. For the sake of the young man in Tsing Yi, the little princess wanted to kneel and beg the Buddha, and his heart can be seen.

Master Xiaoyun, Master Chenyue saw that the girl in the black dress had made up her mind, so she didn't say more.

Buddhism has eight sufferings: the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the suffering of love and separation, the suffering of resentment, the suffering of not begging, and the suffering of the five yin. The two eminent monks know very well that there has always been suffering in the realm of Posa, how can they escape?

"Since there are only two people left, then this year it will be full of seventy-seven! Little princess, rest assured!"

"Thank you, two masters!" the girl in the black dress bowed,

"Old man farewell!" After speaking, the two masters, Xiaoyun and Chenyue, put their hands together, and then there was a wave in the void, and they had disappeared.

The two monks left, and the girl in the black dress looked at Amu with deep worry in her eyes.

She will not forget that seventeen years ago, on that beautiful afternoon, he was unconscious, drifting, coming from the sea, up and down. The tiredness on her handsome face moved her deeply. That face is so familiar. The dagger, déjà vu. She has always believed that he and her must have a calamity, a cause and effect.

zuihou, the girl in the black dress smiled very happily, and then disappeared in an instant.

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As the morning sun gradually rose, Amu rose up, descended from the bluestone, and returned to the village.

Yesterday's pillar incident, the haze has not yet dissipated. Today, the entire Mengjia Village looks a little dull, and many people are listless.

Declining the invitation of the two families, Amu returned to his stone house alone.

The stone house is not big, but it is quite neat. One wooden bed, two wooden benches. Amu doesn't have any belongings, pots and pans, and daily necessities are all sent by the villagers.

On the wall, a stiff bow and a hunting fork are hung.

If Amu doesn't go to the mountains to hunt or go to the beach on weekdays, he will be in this stone house, and he will have nothing to do.

In fact, Mengjia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are a lot of Haode wood in these mountains. When he first came, Amu didn't know the custom of sea burial in Mengjia Village.

When someone died in the first year, Amu came back with a nice ancient pine tree, and originally wanted to make a better coffin.

However, first, he later learned that a coffin was not needed for sea burial. The second is the most important thing, Amu actually forgot all the methods of making coffins.

Not only did he forget the technique, but Amu almost forgot what the coffin looked like, and the memory of the magic coffin was just a black cloud of smoke. And the people of Mengjia Village have never seen anything like a coffin.

On the same day, everyone was stunned when they saw Amu come back with a huge ancient pine. Then they saw Amu sitting in front of the ancient pine in a daze, and for a full afternoon, Amu did not say a word.

Everyone doesn't know what's wrong with Amu.

In fact, Amu was in pain at that time, and he had always been associated with the coffin, but no matter what he thought at this time, he didn't know what to do with the coffin?

Until Zuihou, I had a splitting headache and had to give up. It seems that I have lost a lot of memories.

Liuzhen in the north is famous for making coffins, and Amu definitely doesn't want to lose this craft. The key is that the craft of making a coffin contains too many emotional factors in Amu, where there are not only Liu Zhen, but also Master, and Yu'er.

However, in the past seven years, Amu has not figured out how to make a coffin.

The huge pine tree, Zuihou was split by Amu and a beautiful cutting board was added to the village family, and the rest was made into a bench.

Moreover, Amu is still the same as at the beginning, although there is no cinnabar, he uses ordinary dyes to carve a lot of runes, hoping to have a little magical effect.

At the beginning, Master Wang Jue told Amu that those runes could lock the aura of wood, but I don't know if it can be now.

Not to mention, after carving those runes, those cutting boards and benches seem to be really much stronger. Basically, these years are as new as new, and they are still strong. It's hard to leave scars on those cutting boards.

However, one of Amu's original nirvana, the Forbidden Map Technique, could only play this role.

If Master Wang Jue knew about this situation, it is estimated that he would snatch the dragon whip of Canghai Town and directly whip himself to death.

It's so embarrassing! Amu thought, he couldn't help but get up, but with a smile and a smile, Amu felt a little lonely.

Although it is not a tiger falling into Pingyang, the loss of the ability to reach the sky is enough to make people stunned.

If he still has the power of demonic cultivation in the soul cultivation realm, then can Meng Soul Village kill a few fewer people?

Amu pondered in his heart whether there was a way to restore his cultivation.

Suddenly, Amu heard a noise and curses outside, which was absolutely rare or absent in Mengjia Village on weekdays.