March is the hazy season, with willows supporting the wind and beautiful mountains and clear waters.

On the 19th, the Guanyin Festival, the largest Guanyin temple on the top of Mount Emei had just arrived at Chen hour and it was already crowded with people coming to worship.

They placed the tributes on the altar under the Guanyin statue, knelt on their knees, held incense in their hands, closed their eyes and prayed devoutly.

Among these people, a woman in white kneeling at the front stood out.

The woman has a very beautiful and refined face, her skin is like creamy white snow, and her brows and eyes are full of gentleness.

She stared at the statue of Guanyin at the top, held the long incense in the palm of her hand, and spoke her prayers sincerely: "My disciple Bai Suzhen, who has been practicing at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain for thousands of years, is devoted to the Tao, and is willing to take refuge in the Three Jewels and abandon the worldly ties.

I hope to seek enlightenment from the master."

The woman's gentle voice reached Fuyin's ears through the Guanyin statue.

Fuyin put his spiritual consciousness into the statue and replied slowly in a voice that only Bai Suzhen could hear: "Although you are willing to give up your worldly fate, there is a favor you have not repaid."

Seeing that her inner voice was actually responded to by Master Guanyin, Bai Suzhen's face suddenly showed great joy.

But soon, after realizing that the kindness the Bodhisattva mentioned was the fact that she was saved by a shepherd boy 1,700 years ago, a trace of worry flashed across Bai Suzhen's eyebrows: "But now it's been a thousand years, and this vast world is...

How should disciples find it in the sea of ​​people?"

"When the rain falls, you can find the broken bridge high in the West Lake." Fuyin's clear voice carries a heavy feeling that seems to be able to precipitate all things, like the flowing water in the mountains, falling from the mouth of the statue into Bai Suzhen's heart.

Bai Suzhen pursed her lips slightly, thoughtfully.

Seeing that she had a direction in her heart, Fuyin said no more. When he separated from his spiritual consciousness, thinking of the disaster she would experience in the future, he left a sentence: "If you encounter difficulties, you can come find me again."

The timeline of each world is different, and the speed of time passing is also different. This time, after Fuyin promoted the beginning of the plot of this world, he naturally returned to the Lotus Pavilion.

According to the development of the main plot, Bai Suzhen will meet Xu Xian in the West Lake three days later in this world.

However, three days have passed, and Fuyin has not waited for the merit points that represent the development of the plot, which means that the main line of this world has deviated.

Fuyin immediately calculated a hexagram, and the result was that Bai Suzhen did not know Xu Xian.

Not only that, as a mortal with good luck in this world, Xu Xian disappeared on the broken bridge of the West Lake, and there was a tight knot in his fate line that should not have existed.

Fuyin frowned slightly, and after scattering the hexagrams condensed with willow branches, he thought for a moment, and then transformed into an ordinary-looking young scholar and went to Qiantang West Lake in this world.

At this time, it was sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun spreads down from the horizon and falls on the rippling lake, illuminating the floating cruise ships.

At this time, the Broken Bridge in the West Lake has a quiet and gentle beauty.

However, when Fuyin approached the broken bridge, the evil spirit remaining on the bridge was like a faint ink stain, polluting the picturesque West Lake scene.

The hexagram shows that the tight knot on Xu Xian's life line originated from this broken bridge, and it was also the place where he disappeared.

Fuyin stood at the end of the bridge, his eyes passing over the faces of pedestrians coming and going, and then he settled on an old woman selling umbrellas in the middle of the bridge.

This old woman is dressed simply and has kind eyes. Judging from the fact that several young people passing by said hello to her, she must be selling umbrellas here all year round. Based on this analysis alone, this old woman has no idea what is happening around the West Lake.

, he must know a lot.

Fuyin walked onto the bridge and walked toward the old woman selling umbrellas in the middle of the bridge. However, after walking a few steps, she caught sight of a man in Tsing Yi walking towards her.

The man in Tsing Yi has a pair of slightly upturned red phoenix eyes, a straight bridge of nose, and a face as handsome as a peach blossom, but there is an immature immaturity between his eyebrows.

Fuyin only looked at the man in green for a moment and then looked away.

Even though he could see the identity of the other party as a snake demon at a glance.

Since both Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, who were supposed to be in love at the West Lake, had their own deviations, it is not surprising that Xiaoqing, who was supposed to be taught a lesson for teasing the White Snake and then turned into a woman who often accompanied the White Snake, would appear here.

White Snake has a thousand years of experience, so Fuyin is not worried that something will happen to her.

Although Xiaoqing is a plot character, he is not a key player in the development of the main plot, so even if he appears here at this moment, Fuyin will not interfere with him much for the time being.

At the moment, he is more concerned about Xu Xian.

Although Xu Xian is a lucky person, he is still a mortal without any force or magic.

Even if he calculated that Xu Xian, who was captured by the monster, would not be in danger, Fuyin still needed to ensure that Xu Xian would not suffer too much harm that he should not have suffered.

We need to find Xu Xian quickly.

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Fuyin didn't pay attention to the little green snake, but after passing by Fuyin, the little green snake stopped and looked back at him.

He looked at Fuyin's back with a bit of probing curiosity.

Although the scholar in white looks weak, has an unattractive face, and is completely inconspicuous in a crowd, the overall feeling makes him feel inexplicably harmonious and comfortable.

And when he looked at it from behind, the scholar's figure looked really good.

Xiao Qing was a little moved. He has always liked beauties, no matter whether they are male or female, as long as they are beautiful and good-looking, he likes them all. However, most of the beauties he meets are women, so he is also used to showing his true gender to others.

.

Since the other party is a man, should he first turn into a charming woman and then create a beautiful chance encounter?

Xiao Qing was calculating in her mind, a hint of cunning flashed in her amber eyes.

He quickly walked off the bridge, but did not leave. Instead, he stood under a tree and quietly looked at Fuyin who had already walked up to the old woman.

He planned to observe the scholar first and then take action.

Center of the bridge————

"Young master, do you want to buy an umbrella?" The old woman looked at Fuyin with a smile: "I think you are a bit unfamiliar. I guess you are not a local of Qiantang. Don't look at the wind and the sky at the moment. When night falls, you will

It’s easy to rain.”

Fuyin naturally knew whether it would rain tonight. But at this moment, he still bought an umbrella from the old woman.

He handed the broken silver to the old woman, took the umbrella and asked: "Old man, what strange things have happened here recently?"

When the old woman heard this, her expression changed, and she looked at Fuyin more carefully: "Young Master, why do you ask these questions?"

Fuyin replied: "I just listened to what others said."

The old woman frowned: "Where did you hear that?"

Fuyin did not answer directly, but asked warmly: "So is that true?"

The old woman didn't speak, as if she was reminiscing about something, and her expression was somewhat reserved.

Seeing this, Fuyin softened his tone, like a considerate and polite scholar: "If it's not convenient for you to tell me, then I won't ask."

His voice changed after being disguised. Although it was not as clear, empty and melodious as its original voice, it was still extremely pleasant to hear. When it fell into the ears of others, it seemed to have a soothing magic power.

The old woman's frown gradually relaxed. She glanced at the scholar dressed as Fu Yin, and her eyes stayed on the umbrella he bought from her for half a second. Finally, she sighed softly.

He said it anyway: "That's all, after all, this matter has developed so far, it's no longer a secret here."

The old woman said slowly: "Just yesterday, an official named Xu disappeared here."

"When Xiao Guanren disappeared, I was selling umbrellas over there, standing in that position." The old woman pointed diagonally across the street: "I remember that the weather was very sunny at that time, but when Xiao Guanren walked to the bridge

After that, it became dark and dense, and then a big black mist suddenly came over."

The old woman continued to recall: "The big black fog surrounded the little official named Xu. I stood outside and couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. I only heard a rustling sound.

The sound of things crawling and the strange laughter of a woman. The strange laughter was so tight and shrill that it made my whole body tremble and I even got goosebumps."

Speaking of this, the old woman was a little frightened and her brows knitted together. Obviously she didn't want to recall the feeling at that time, but when she met Fuyin's gentle and gentle eyes, she gritted her teeth and said,

As if he was encouraged, he continued.

"At that moment I wanted to move, but found that I couldn't move. I wanted to make a sound, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't say anything. By the time I got to the back, my eyes were almost invisible, and I could only blurry

I saw black mist flying into the sky like a tornado." The old woman raised her finger and pointed to a high mountain in the west.

"By the time my eyes recovered, Xu Xiaoguan had already disappeared."

The old woman sighed again: "Later, people from the Yamen came." She had a complicated face: "They left after asking about the situation from me. Not long after that, someone spread the news from someone, saying

It's a monster from Qiantang County that specializes in catching handsome men."

Fuyin asked: "But there are other men missing?"

The old woman nodded: "In just two days, three men have disappeared. Mr. Xu was taken away by monsters on the Broken Bridge in the West Lake, and the other two were on Fengshun Street, not far from here.

."

After saying this, the old woman raised her eyes and landed on Fuyin's ordinary face, which made her feel more and more attractive the more she looked at it. She lowered her voice and kindly reminded: "Young Master, you should pay more attention to this."

Fuyin heard the words and was about to speak, but suddenly felt the breath of Zijin Bomeng.

The timeline of this world is after the timeline of Journey to the West. Tang Sanzang has gone to Leiyin Temple to obtain the scriptures, and the Zijin Bomeng that once belonged to him was also transferred to the abbot of Jinshan Temple by himself.

At this stage, the only person who knows how to use the Purple Gold Bo Meng is Zen Master Fa Hai from Jinshan Temple.

Fahai followed the guidance of Zijin Bomeng who subdued the demon and came to the West Lake from Fengshun Street. The closer he got here along the way, the more obvious Zijin Bomeng's response became.

When he reached the bridge, the vibrato produced by Zijin Bo Mengli reached its peak.

His stern brows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he looked towards the bridge with a serious face.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there were several pedestrians walking on the bridge, but the first thing Fahai noticed was a scholar in white who was talking to an old umbrella seller.
To be continued...