Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 50
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Two days later, Beijing.
A silver big Ben slowly stopped downstairs, Yu Jingzhong put out a box, took out a box of special for China from his pocket, took one by himself, and handed it to Zhou Hui.
Zhou Hui sat in the co-pilot, with a stand-collar windbreaker with an indifferent expression. He took the smoke and lit up, and took a deep breath.
"Brother, listen to me." Yu Jingzhong took off his sunglasses and said earnestly: "Don't think about it, the more you think about yourself, the more uncomfortable you will be. If you come home and live alone at my house for a while, you don’t like small Girlfriend, our family Minmin will bring you..."
Zhou Hui seemed to wake up suddenly from contemplation, "Huh?" He waved his hand.
"No...no need."
His face looked very strange, not as sad and angry as Yu Jingzhong imagined, on the contrary, it was more of a kind of thinking-just don't know what else the man whose wife ran away for the second time could think about , For ordinary people have a cerebral hemorrhage.
Yu Jingzhong carefully checked his expression, and tentatively said for a while: "Or...Wu Bei has been arranged to live in a special subordinate hospital. If you are okay, come and see him with me?"
"No. I was asked to stop and buy him a selection of Ben Tagore's poems when I was only breathless on the second road. He couldn't die."
"...Oh, then-after Yan Lanyu's 18th birthday, I invite everyone to gather together, are you coming?"
Zhou Hui's expression is still lazy, "Besides, don't forget to remind me to seal the red envelope for the little beauty."
He seemed to be a little absent from everything. Yu Jingzhong looked very worried, but he didn't know how to persuade him. After smoking half a cigarette, he hesitantly patted his shoulder: "— —Brother, take a closer look, or I'll sign up for a 10-day tour group tour to Lijiang, Yunnan..."
"Want to find Aventure?" Zhou Hui said with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry about me. I just...something I can't figure out, and suddenly I think maybe I can find the answer at home."
Yu Jingzhong was a little startled, but Zhou Hui got out of the car, waved to him, and left without looking back.
Zhou Hui opened the door and stood in the empty living room.
Obviously, I have only been away for a few days, but it seems like I haven't returned in a long time. This home suddenly becomes so empty and strange. The sunset glow passed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the balcony and reflected on the wooden floor, showing a warm and old halo; on the coffee table in front of the sofa, the rose buds that had been inserted in the water before leaving had already bloomed and were blooming brightly at this time.
However, the man with long hair **** in a mess, beautiful and pale, always curled up on the sofa and drowsy is gone.
Zhou Hui walked to the sofa and sat down, quietly looking at the empty sofa beside him.
For a while, he stretched out his hand and stroked it slowly and tenderly from the void figure in the air.
"Phoenix..." he said softly, softly.
He actually doesn't remember the last time he called the Phoenix with such unbridled warmth. He has been wearing a vigilant, violent mask for too long, so long that he has almost forgotten how to be a considerate lover, and is only used to being a jailer who is burned to the twist of possessiveness.
When did this little phoenix plan to escape, suppressing extreme reluctance?
From when did he silently observe and evaluate his every move, so as to constantly speculate on the mind of his cruel jailer, and finally decide whether to hide all the secrets in his heart?
——Tian Dao full of treacherous atmosphere, sea of blood showing hideous faces, parents and children who screamed in Wan Leiqi, and waiting in front of them with bad intentions, with unpredictable fate approaching step by step...
When he decided to take it all alone, was he scared?
His body is so weak that even the bone marrow loses its temperature, but he is pierced by the golden ring lock that can again control his health below a certain level; his situation is embarrassed and helpless, but he has to bear being abandoned by his only lover The worry, the pain burns like a raging fire, but it is impossible to appeal to the word...
Has he been chilled?
In what mood did he say, "Some things I do may not lead to death, but you know it will definitely die"?
Have he ever been disappointed by his partner's incompetence, even for a second?
After the last halo of the setting sun disappeared on the horizon, the sky and the earth were vast, the twilight was in harmony, and the endless night was about to come.
Zhou Hui buried his face deeply in his hands, and the moment the sunset glow faded, it was like a statue hidden in the darkness.
The way of heaven is treacherous, and all beings are numerous, and the road ahead is as obscure as a mist.
Maybe the story has moved in a deviated direction from the very beginning, maybe the moment Maha Scourge and he stood by and watched the tragic ending; now the phoenix has left, leaving him alone, standing helpless In place.
Zhou Hui moved, finally raised his head, and then stood up.
His figure in the dark is very lonely, even somewhat unexpected. After a while, he walked towards the bedroom and paused at the door, without turning on the light, and went straight to the bedside table.
——Like thousands of couples in the world, their bedroom has a bedside table on each side of the big bed. The difference is that the cabinet on the Phoenix side is always forced to open, and his drawers are locked all year round, sticking to Phoenix regardless of A spell that can't be opened no matter what.
Zhou Hui tore off the forbidden symbol, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a silver box inside.
He opened the box, and the red shards glowed beautifully in the darkness.
That was the soul fragment he took back from the Snow Mountain Goddess. Originally he planned to return it to Chu He, but Shakti had a sentence that made him change his mind: "——I can’t bear it anymore? It's exciting."
He thought about it for a long time, whether he didn't know whether to erase the matter, or to pry into Phoenix's unknown memory again, to understand the now powerless but terrible history?
Intellectually, he knew that he should respect each other’s space. In the blood sea, he must have had the past that he didn’t want to let Phoenix know, but emotionally he struggled so much that he hesitated for a long time, and finally missed the exchange of the soul fragments. opportunity.
And Chu He didn't think about it afterwards. His spirit was too weak, and thinking about it for a while made him drowsy, and many details were not taken into account.
Zhou Hui picked up the fragment and held it to his eyes.
"Some things I do may not lead to death, but you know that you will definitely die"...
——However, death is not terrible. The long and endless waiting is the source of fear.
Zhou Hui closed his eyes, and in the next second, he smashed his soul.
The golden-red brilliant halo suddenly rose up across the room, and thousands of spots of light flew around and turned into an endless glacier in the void.
——The Way of Heaven, Mount Xumi.
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The temple is hung across the mountain stream, and countless huge golden silk woods are built to form a suspended plank road, like a long bridge across the sky. Phoenix Ming Wang strode across the flying railing, and beneath his feet was an abyss, with robe sleeves and long skirts flying in the wind.
The young novice monk eagerly chased behind him: "His Royal Highness! Wait a minute, Your Highness, Venerable Bati is in the front hall of the Buddha Hall..."
However, King Phoenix did not look back.
He walked down the plank road, ascended the white jade steps, went straight to the top of Xuebao Mountain, and stood in front of the Jiuzhang Gate of the Buddha Hall high into the clouds.
The huge front hall is high, deep and empty, with cigarettes swirling in it. The venerables live high above the lotus seat, and the third king Ming Wang stands in front of the futon.
"Phoenix King," Venerable Bati's voice came from high above: "The little novice said that you secretly released the monster of blood captured by the Buddha from under the King Kong clock, but is it true?"
Behind the phoenix is the world of high mountains, white snow and glazed glass. He is standing in front of the magnificent Buddha hall, with tiny ice scum in his temples, which shimmers like brilliant diamonds.
His face was as cold as ice and snow, and he couldn't find a trace of expression. After a moment, he said: "Yes."
"Why?"
"...There is no why."
Everything was silent, and it took a long time to hear Venerable Bati ask: "What do you mean?"
Phoenix said: "There is no reason, just let it go."
The venerables bowed their heads from the lotus seat above them, and looked at the Phoenix King standing upright in front of the main hall. Some emotions in the corners of his eyes seemed to be well hidden, and he couldn't see anything from such a distance.
"Do you know what kind of punishment a private offender will be punished?" Venerable Bati asked.
Phoenix suddenly laughed.
The smile is so subtle that you won't even be able to find it if you don't look closely. At the same time, the weird meaning in that smile is so obvious, if you insist on describing it, there is even a little provocative... even a contemptuous look.
"Yes," he said, "I will be punished instead of that monster."
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The King Kong Bell is as high as ten feet, and it will ring ninety-nine times every four hours, and the vigorous bells rang through the entire Mt.
Since ancient times, only monks who committed serious crimes will be thrown into the bell. When the bell rang, the bones and muscles were broken, and the flesh and blood shattered to death.
Phoenix sat upright in the big clock, King Jiang III holding the magic pestle in his hand, watching him quietly.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes were hanging lightly, his white robe spread out like a thousand petals, and the hair fell on the clothes like a waterfall, emitting a faint lotus fragrance in the gap.
Such a serene face, as if the hostility that flashed by just now, is as absurd as an illusion.
"Are you sure?" asked King Ming Wang III.
"..."
"If you catch that monster in the lower realm now and be punished, you can still be free from the torture..."
However, Phoenix still didn't say a word.
King III finally turned his eyes away, put down the bell jar after a long time, and raised the magic pestle high in the muffled sound of the collision between the bell and the earth.
——The first bell ringing spread all over Mount Xumi.
The loud noise hits his brain, and the Phoenix shook his body.
The second ring followed.
The third ring.
The bells are getting more and more frequent, like a thousand horses galloping past, and like billions of thunder falling from the sky. The phoenix covered his ears in the violent concussion, only to feel the eardrum rumbling, and the blood qi of his whole body went retrograde to the top.
Forty-ninth ring, fiftieth ring.
The earth shook in the darkness, the rocks cracked, and the fire burst from the center of the earth, swept up with the magic breath.
The flame roared, danced wildly in the Vajra Bell, transformed into a **** scene, and the monster opened his mouth in the flames and roared wanton!
Sixty-ninth ring, seventieth ring.
The ringing of the King Kong bell strangled every inch of bone into pieces and shattered the brain into pulp. In the painful illusion, the ten thousand bells of the heavenly demons tremble, the sprites and ghosts are all out, the souls of the hungry ghosts are struggling from the gate of **** to stretch out their bones and claws, and the sea of blood sets off a big wave of the sky——
Phoenix Ming Wang finally couldn't hold it, and suddenly spewed a big mouthful of blood!
The next second, a familiar figure appeared in the flames of hell, reaching out in the air to hold up the phoenix's jaw.
——It’s Sakyamuni.
The Sakyamuni was condescending, staring at the phoenix silently, his robes flying wildly in the black flame. After a long while, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from that pale cheek, and asked:
"Why let the monster go?"
"..."
"You don't believe me anymore, do you?"
Phoenix’s painful eyes reflected the figure of Sakyamuni, and for a long while he said hoarsely: "I..."
Jianmo Pestle hit the bronze clock face hard, shaking his thin body violently.
"...I just..."
"You just don't believe me anymore," said Sakyamuni, leaning over and pressing his ear.
There is no disappointment or surprise in Sakyamuni’s eyes, just smiling indulgingly as he did many years ago.
The smile is exactly the same as in the memory, but there seems to be an indescribable difference. Phoenix stared at him, his eyes trembled slightly, gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that was flowing into his throat, and he carefully observed the face in front of him, even the most detailed.
Yes, he has not changed.
Years did not leave any traces on Sakyamuni. The man who raised him from childhood has been the same for thousands of years, unchanging in the emptiness of the colorless sky.
——It has changed into the eyes of Phoenix.
"You have contacted more people, you have seen more things, you have tasted more scenery in nine days and ten places, now you recall the past in your memory..."
Sakyamuni lightly stroked Phoenix’s temples, as intimacy as in that distant boyhood, holding him gently in his arms, combing his long hair that was gentle and soft like flowing water, and then on his blushing cheeks Make a kiss gently.
So many deliberate lingering, so many dangerous and affectionate money.
"...You have discovered bits and pieces that you haven't discovered in the past, your thoughts are gradually shaken in countless flaws, and your beliefs collapsed as more and more truths were revealed..."
Sakyamuni showed his usual smile.
——The smile once made the young Phoenix indulge in deadly warmth, but now looking back, there is a shocking coldness hidden in the details.
Phoenix was panting violently, turning his eyes away, the next moment he was pressed to his cheek and turned his head.
"Is the shaking of faith so painful?" Shakya asked, seemingly very interesting.
"In this case, don't you just keep believing it?"
The bell continues, and every beating relentlessly penetrates into the brain, shattering the internal organs into blood foam.
Phoenix opened his mouth, unable to make a sound, blood flowed from the corner of his lips to his jaw, leaving a shocking mark on his neck.
"It's you..." he said hoarsely, "you deliberately induced...I like you..."
The expression in Sakyamuni's eyes became more tender, and he was almost unscrupulous.
"But you still fall in love with me, right, little Phoenix?"
The ninety-eighth sound reverberated, and the invisible force shook the phoenix forward, spraying a large swath of clothes with a burst of strong blood, and even splashed mottled on the wrists and sleeves of Sakyamuni.
But Sakyamuni didn't care, and raised Phoenix's beautiful face mottled with tears.
"Your pain comes from perseverance. No matter how ugly the truth is, you still cling to the last faith and don't want to let go..."
"It's so pitiful... that is your only warmth after all, my little phoenix."
Phoenix gasped, and finally did not know where to rise the strength of the end of the crossbow, and furiously said: "——Let me go!"
He opened Sakyamuni's hand, struggling hard to get up, but his messy hair and snow-white clothes were stuck on the ground, and his spasmodic fingers couldn't even grab the ground. His appearance was utterly embarrassed, and Sakyamuni looked at him condescendingly with admiration, before leaning over in the black fire for a while, and finally kissed Phoenix's cold forehead.
"I treat you with my heart," he said affectionately, "just as before."
He stepped back, smiling, and disappeared into the void.
——At the same moment, the golden light shrouded the figure flying out of the big clock, and suddenly went straight to the sky!
The ninety-ninth time outside the clock, King Jiang III, who raised the magic pestle for the ninety-ninth time, seemed to suddenly see something incredible, suddenly stopped, and looked towards the sky in astonishment-only Xiangyun suddenly rolled over, followed by a shift. A strong golden light flew from the sky and shattered the King Kong clock in the sky!
——Boom!
The big clock shattered and thousands of bronze pieces shook off, making a roar.
The golden light gathered on the side of King Phoenix Ming and turned into a protective cover, blocking all the splashing copper blocks in the shaking!
Ming King Jiang III suddenly retreated, and Jiang Mozhu fell to the ground with a bang, "This...this...this is--?!"
Venerable Bati descended on the lotus seat, throwing the Buddha beads in mid-air, instantly turning into a barrier of continuous sky. The brilliant white light reflected the sky, and forcibly suppressed the shaking Mount Xumi in the loud noise!
Jiang III King Ming stepped forward quickly: "——Venerable!"
Venerable Bati took a long breath, and when the turbulence subsided completely, he withdrew the prayer beads and made a gesture to the sky.
"Venerable, that... just now that was..."
"That's the light of Buddha." Ba Ti said quietly, his eyes turned to the phoenix kneeling on the ground among the bronze ruins, coughing up blood.
Some doubts seemed to flash in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and turned and left for a while.
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The King Kong Bell, which rang for thousands of years on Mount Xumi, was turned into dust. However, King Phoenix was seriously injured after the bell rang 98 times.
This may be a good thing for him, because it is time for Mount Xumi to attack the Asura Dao again.
Everyone knows that King Phoenix has become less and less fond of going to the Four Evil Ways in the past few years. In his early years, he cleared the **** from the sea of blood, as if he gradually became silent over the years. More time, he Just sitting under the whirling double tree, quietly looking at the mountains in the distance and the human world further away.
At this time, the Heavenly Dao attacked the Demon Realm more and more frequently, even to the point where it almost wiped out the Demon Seed.
Back then, after King Asura was shot to death by a phoenix in the sea of blood, the four evil realms were languishing for thousands of years. It was only in recent years that a gray-clothed Ashura named Fanluo cultivated the secret method and dominated the magical way. Take a sigh of relief in the conquest against Heaven.
In order to promote Dhamma, Tiandao sent five great Ming kings to attack and conquer the four evil realms in turn; and to replenish resources and gain respite, the magic realm has become more and more eroding the human world. It is said that many countries in the human world have reached the point of thousands of miles in the red land.
The battle is like a vortex like a nightmare, repeating endlessly.
Looking up at the sky from the top of Xuebao Mountain, there is no limit to what you can see, and the sky is generally washed with water. Not far away, the rolling snow-capped mountains undulate endlessly, and the sky looks like a tangled dragon, reflecting the brilliance of thousands of years of snow.
The Phoenix King lives here.
He grew up here since he was a child, and it is said to be the closest place to the colorless sky of the gods.
The phoenix leaned under the two trees to heal his wounds, and in front of him was the surface of the lake like a glass mirror.
It is said that the lake here is very warm, so the lakeside is full of thousands of flowers, like a huge and magnificent gem on the glacier; however, this legend is always difficult to prove to outsiders, after all. It's a forbidden place where no one is involved.
The phoenix looked at the human world in the red dust beyond the distant mountains, and his gaze under his slender eyelashes was as calm as water. After a long while, he didn't turn his head back to ask: "--Are you here to let me fight, sir?" /
Venerable Bati appeared behind the two trees, put his hands together and made a gesture.
"What are you thinking?" He didn't answer the question.
Phoenix sighed softly, finally withdrew his gaze from the distant human world, turned to Venerable Bati and replied.
"Let me guess..." The Venerable said leisurely: "You are thinking about why the human world is turbulent and wandering, and you are hungry for thousands of miles; you are thinking about why the demon world is full of sorrows and fighting ceaselessly; you are thinking about why heaven is clear It is a paradise for pure Buddha cultivating, but now it has become the overlord of nine heavens and ten earth and six realms..."
"No," Phoenix said, "I don't think about those anymore."
Venerable Bati's eyes met him, but he only smiled slightly.
The smile was very light, and it flicked across the lips like a feather, so fast it was like an illusion.
"I'm thinking... if the so-called righteous way and power allow people to send troops to crusade and fight endlessly, why can something worthless, but also allow people to use countless calculations and monopolize it?"
Venerable Bati asked: "Are you talking about love?"
The Phoenix does not answer.
"Love is not something that everyone can have." The Venerable said lightly, "Love is the most ordinary, the most common, and the least worth a penny... However, some people are destined to not have it. This kind of person sees others offering The love in front of me is contemptuous and envious at the same time. I want to accept it but I cannot respond. I worry that this love will be shelved by myself for a long time and will be dedicated to others..."
Phoenix's face changed slightly.
Venerable Bati turned a blind eye:
"Therefore, in order to monopolize it, you must use countless thoughts and calculations instead of responding, so that this love will be in front of your eyes for a long time, and will not be taken away by others in the long years to come... "
Phoenix finally got up and stopped drinking: "——Venerable!"
Venerable Bati suddenly stopped.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was terribly tense, as if even the flowing air had frozen.
"Don't do this... Don't talk about Sakyamuni." After a long while, the Phoenix whispered softly: "You and I will not talk about this kind of thing anymore."
He stepped back half a step, as if he wanted to turn around and continue the practice that had been silent for hundreds of years. However, at this moment, Venerable Bati suddenly uttered a voice to stop him: "No, I just said this specially today— —I looked at the cause and effect for the next three thousand years and discovered something."
He paused, seemingly hesitant, but still said:
"...about your eldest son."
Phoenix took a pause and turned around in surprise: "The eldest son?"
"You are a phoenix by nature," Venerable Bati said naturally: "——The eldest son of Huang will give birth to two sons, and the eldest son of them will be very bad for the Buddha. I can only look back three thousand years. , But there are always people who practice more advanced than me who can see the future farther...maybe a very turbulent and terrifying future."
The Phoenix looked stunned and didn't know how to react.
For a moment, he even thought that Venerable Bati was joking, but the latter's eyes were calm and serious.
"But why..."
"How?"
"...There is no mercy in your eyes." Phoenix frowned, his expression a little puzzled: "Anyone like you who can see cause and effect, shouldn’t you have mercy in your eyes at all times? It is suffering in your eyes, and the catastrophes of the next three thousand years are boundless, and you need to come here."
Venerable Bati didn't know what to say for an instant, so that he was surprised.
It's too unusual for this kind of expression to show reality on the faces of people who call them great wisdom and great compassion. King Phoenix stared at him, turned his head slightly, waiting for his answer.
"...I can't feel pity," After a long time, Venerable Bati finally admitted: "Because I will also be involved in this disaster."
When he said this, his eyes were filled with helplessness that could not be concealed.
Phoenix felt a bit ridiculous for a moment.
"The cause and effect that I can see can be seen by someone who is higher than my spiritual practice, so I will remind you to be careful. You have been indulging in wrong feelings for too long, I think it should be difficult for you to see More things..."
Venerable Bati put his hands together and said the Buddha's name:
"Too much has been said today, let's say goodbye."
Bati turned and walked down the mountain. Phoenix stood in a daze. After a while, he suddenly took two steps forward: "Venerable!"
Bati paused.
"You said I have two sons..." Phoenix paused, seeming a little hard to tell, but finally asked, "What did you live with?"
Bao Ti turned his head back.
For an instant, Phoenix thought he would see a slight rebuke on his face like a serious superior, or a smile with a right expression like a kind elder, but then he realized that he was wrong.
Venerable Bati looked a little confused.
"I don't know." He said, "That person...he is not in cause and effect."
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He is not in cause and effect.
Phoenix sat in the hall in the middle of the night thinking about these words, the cold moonlight reflected on the blue stone pillar, and a faint light appeared.
He was covered in a large robe, curled up, and his long soft hair was spread on the bed.
The vast starry sky and glaciers outside the hall are thousands of miles away. There is only one person in the hall. The chill seems to be coming out of every inch of corners and cracks in every floor tile, freezing him from the inside out, every inch of it into ice.
I just don't want to be alone...he thought.
Many years ago, he was really not alone. Although no one cared about him, no one paid attention to him, at least he still had Sakyamuni. He and Sakyamuni, in this place closest to the colorless sky of the God Realm, rely on each other in this icy and snowy world far away from the world and the crowd, relying on each other for their lives, through the long and endless winter.
——But now everything is gone.
Even if the truth is ugly, I still cling to it and don't want to let it go, because after all, that is the only warmth.
Phoenix hugged his knees, put his chin on his arm, and stared at the cold and bright moon outside the hall.
He often perishes in nightmares and reality. On the one hand, he gradually realizes all kinds of incomprehension and embarrassment as he grows up; on the other, he is omnipresent and lonely, cruelly in his ears every moment Remind him that if he abandons that false warmth, he will have nothing from beginning to end.
Nothing.
What a terrible thing that is.
He sometimes deliberately paralyzes himself in the middle of the night, deceiving himself that all lies do not exist, and he has the illusion that he is still loved by someone. However, the cruel truth popped up from nightmares from time to time, revealing a small corner of the injury, allowing him to see the rotting flesh and blood inside.
Under such repeated torture day after day, sometimes he even wonders why he is still alive. Although the surface is so beautiful and intriguing, the inside is like a frozen walking dead, there is no vitality except breathing.
The pain of being unable to see the end and the length of eternal life like a blunt knife cutting flesh, made him even produce. If Sakyamuni didn’t lie to me, it would be fine, or if Sakyamuni could come back and continue to lie to me. Thoughts-He really has no one else to think about, except for Sakyamuni, it is absolutely vast and barren.
He thought that such desolation would last until the end of eternal life.
To this day, Bati told him that there is still a person who is not in cause and effect, who will appear in his life like a magic weapon and give birth to two children with him.
Phoenix leaned on the icy bed and slowly figured out the gods.
What would it be like without being in cause and effect?
Are humans? demon?
Or a ghost?
No matter what, no matter what kind of creature it is. As long as there is a person who shows up so that he doesn't need to use false lies to comfort himself in the endless nights, he can do anything.
——So, what will your two children be like? Phoenix opened the long hair that fell to the side of his face and couldn't help thinking.
Does it look like you? Will you be obedient?
Will you grow up with each other?
He looked down at his slender hand. These hands have swept through thousands of grieving spirits, killed countless demons, and have been contaminated with countless blood for the so-called "right way" that even he himself was confused; but from now on, they finally have a real purpose. .
They can take care of and protect his children, and keep all disasters and accidents out of their sight forever.
The mysterious person who is not in cause and effect will leave at any time, but his own blood will never leave.
Phoenix closed his eyes in unparalleled peace of mind and fell into a black and sweet dream.
That was the first time he really fell asleep in many years, instead of opening his eyes in the biting cold, waiting until dawn every minute. He even dreamed that when he was young, he was cuddling with Sakyamuni and watching the Milky Way traverse the sky. The temperature in the dream seemed to be soaked in the warm current in the cold winter, and it was so real that it made people almost cry; and the face of Sakyamuni changed again. He became a vague person, with a safe embrace and solid arms, his breath was hot and long, as if he could accompany him for a long, long time.
Phoenix felt very happy in his sleep and couldn't help curling up into a ball.
But then, a trace of alertness to danger pierced into his consciousness like a needle, causing him to move his eyelids during sleep.
——Human breath.
Someone is standing by his bed.
Phoenix opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a man standing in the dark, standing in the dark, tall and familiar, with a very oppressive gaze, staring at him closely.
——That turned out to be the King of the Third World.