The blue pool is light waves, and the boats are sailing. The water in the pool is clear and reflects the full moon.

The shore is green and the flowers are as beautiful as the beauty. The flowers and plants are covered with dust for a mile. The flowers are light and purple, and there is divine light flowing.

An old man lying on the shore with his arms around him, and three or two little foxes surrounded his feet.

The wind blew gently, wrinkling a pool of clear water, teasing the old man's clothes.

When Chonghua walked into this mountain stream, he saw a scene of deep harmony. It seemed like a paradise, quiet and peaceful.

The old man's hair and beard were sparsely worn, and he looked like an old fishing man in a human world.

Chonghua is about to step into the path between flowers. The old man seemed to have noticed it and said before he turned around: "Yes, Chonghua?"

Chonghua bowed with both hands: "It's my junior. Is it my senior Prajna?"

Old Man Prajna opened his turbid eyes, glanced at him lightly, and asked, "Is that boy from the Holy One who asked you to come?"

“That’s right.”

"Hmph."

Chonghua only heard the cold snorkeling from afar, and a cold wind blew up on his face. He hurriedly retreated, but Prajna carried one hand behind him and chased him reluctantly.

As he advanced and retreated, Chonghua retreated to the tree, stopped Prajna's attack, and frowned slightly: "Senior, what is this?"

"Hmph, I will teach you a lesson on my little master!"

After saying that, he waved his palm and easily fanned Chonghua several feet away!

Chonghua hit a low mountain in the distance, and suddenly saw stone chips flying!

Seeing that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, Prajna was still unable to relieve his anger. He snorted coldly and was about to take action again, but he seemed to remember something. He waved his sleeves angrily and sat back to the shore. Wengli said, "

Although everything is stubborn by the little master Qianyin, you are a little ruthless. If you don’t dig out the hearts of her gods and demons, maybe she will never be reborn and will not kill innocent people! On the God-killing Platform, when you kill her,

It's really merciless!"

When he mentioned Qianyin, Chonghua couldn't help but feel silent.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Prajna hummed a few more times, waved the fox at his feet, lifted his eyelids, and asked, "Do you regret killing her until now?"

Chonghua replied: "I have never regretted it."

"I don't think so?"

Prajna suddenly approached, grabbed Chonghua's wrist and dragged him into the center of the pond.

On the water surface, the pale face reflected the heavy flower, and the Immortal Seal between the eyebrows seemed to be ink.

The old man Prajna said, "If you don't regret it, why did you have a demon in your heart?" He pointed to the water of the pond and sighed, "This pond was transformed by the Prajna mirror. In this mirror, you can see your past and present life." After that, he said again

Looking at Chonghua: "What do you want to know when you are here this time?"

Chonghua stared at himself in the water and spoke indifferently: "I want to know what happened to me six thousand years ago in Pluto's mouth that I never remembered and people I have seen."

"I'd better show you the little master's life! In her place, you will know what you did six thousand years ago." Prajna sighed, slowly rose into the air, chanting the taboo in his mouth.

The spell that is hard to understand, the seals made with both hands are complicated and weird.

"I summon the Mirror Spirit with the body of God's servant! Open!"

As he finished speaking, the entire water surface slowly condensed into ice. The huge pool turned into an ancient mirror in the blink of an eye!

The water in the pond is a mirror, the sky is just right in the mirror, the clouds are floating, and the spring is full of joy.

A remote small village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, men farm and weaving water, and children play.

In a farmhouse, there is a young couple teasing the baby in the cradle, and the family of three is happy and harmonious.

On the windowsill, a girl in purple was lying on her face.

Seeing this girl, Chong Huamu's figure swayed, barely stabilizing his body, but was shocked by the following scene and his whole body was stiff!

...The dark clouds rolled outside the window and the rain suddenly came. The young woman said, "It's raining" and pushed her husband to close the window.

The girl watched the young man walking in a daze at the window, reached out to close the window, and the window door penetrated the girl's body without any obstacles and closed it tightly.

He didn't even see the girl on the window!

Chonghua was shocked: "How could this be?!"

Prajna said: "That should be when the little master Qianyin came to the world for the first time and knew nothing about this world. She was cursed, although she was like a mortal, and had experienced life and death and pain, but she would never be seen by the world.

”

As if it was to prove Prajna, the scene suddenly changed and turned into a lively market.

Xiao Qianyin still looked so small, but her face looked particularly weak.

She fell to the middle of the road, almost getting up but then fell heavily. She stretched out her hand and longed for someone to help her, but the crowd was bustling and rushed, stepping on her body over and over again.

No one saw that the helpless child in the middle of the road, his star-like eyes were dim, until he died of silence. Finally, her body turned into a trace of smoke and dust and dissipated in the air.

Chonghua seemed to be in a mirror, as if standing beside her, and saw her with her own eyes over thousands of years, circulating life and death with her memories of life after life. The pair of black eyes, which were at first confused, gradually became desolate.

The look. She was sick and no one saw her, and no one knew about her death.

She has walked through thousands of towns, mountains and forests, and the rise and fall of countries after generation. The world has changed like rushing rivers beside her. She has walked through year after year!

She was finally tired.

She was so tired that she didn't want to be alone in a world where she was the only one.

From then on, she died wherever she was born. She didn't groan or cry when she was sick, and waited numbly for the years to get farther and farther away...

Time flies, I don’t know how many times the spring and autumn are. That day, she was terminally ill again, too lazy to move a little longer, and lay next to a stream waiting for death to come.

Suddenly a voice said to her, "Are you sick?"

She had never talked to anyone in her life. When this sound came, she also regarded it as a breeze beside her ears.

But the voice was very stubborn and asked again: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? I heard that ordinary people need to see a doctor when they are sick, so why are you lying by the stream?"

She finally realized that this person was really talking to her.

At this time, she was just an eleven-year-old child. The person she told her for the first time was a boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man was very handsome, with a fair and transparent face as white as ice crystals, his eyebrows and eyes as picturesque, and his lips and teeth were red.

She wore a snowy dress and a jade crown tied with hair, like a fairy in a painting, with fairy charm.

Seeing her looking at her foolishly, the young man's cold face softened a little, and he smiled slightly: "My name is Chonghua, what's your name?"

"Qianyin."

She spoke very quietly. Before the young man Chonghua could hear it clearly, he asked again: "What?"

"Qianyin! Qianyin! My name is Qianyin! My name is Qianyin!" She repeated her name and looked at him blankly, tears flowing like a spring.

The young man Chonghua was a little helpless and clumsyly wiped her tears. When she stopped crying, she asked again: "How could you be here alone? Where are your relatives?"

A crisp voice came over at this time: "Zhonghua Chonghua! Who are you talking to?"

The girl's dress fluttered and beautiful face.

It’s just that I have no thoughts when I’m young!

The Chonghua stood in the air outside the mirror, his whole body was stiff, his face was covered in blood, and his frost-like cold expression finally cracked! Six thousand years ago, he did travel to the six realms with Wusi, and also to the human realm, but...

He murmured, "Will I see Qianyin before?"

The old man Prajna on the side sighed quietly.

In the mirror, since the young man Chonghua saved her, she followed her step by step no matter where she went.

She grew up day by day, and the deeper she became attached to him, the age of sixteen or seventeen was when she first fell in love.

The two of them were with each other day, and he pampered her extremely. For her, he hung his sword high to wash his hands and made soup for her, traveled thousands of miles and mountains for her, and found a way to relieve her curse.

But time waits for no one, life and death are unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, she is already a twenty-year-old girl.

He is still a young man.

On that day of that year, in late winter and early spring, the chilly spring breeze blows away the heavy clouds in the sky, revealing water washing across the blue sky.

Her life has come to an end!

When he died, he promised to stay with her for the rest of his life. He said he would find her every reincarnation. He also said that he would marry her...

However, in another cycle, he did not keep his promise.

Her search for him for life became a deep obsession with the soul. Until that day, she returned to the small town she had lived with. In order to meet him again, she gave up her divinity and chose to become a demon.

A hundred years later, a beggar named "Qianyin" was added in a city called Xiaoyao!

The picture stopped in the Tai'a Palace on her crying face when she first met Chonghua...

The mirror slowly melted and turned into green pond water. The water reflected the heavy figure. The breeze blew, and only the water was rippling.

Prajna pulled him back to the shore, and saw his deep eyes and his expression was stunned. He couldn't understand his thoughts for a moment. He sighed and said, "Everything in the world has cause and effect. The little master is the last god who was abandoned by the way of heaven.

You will not leave any trace of existence on earth. You can see her and accompany her for the rest of your life because of the blood of God. When she is in her life, the memories of those who have seen her will follow her.

A life ends and loses. You fail to keep your promises because you never have her existence in your memory. You sow the cause of love for her, shake her thoughts, turn into a demon, and have this life
To be continued...