Dust of the Nine Heavens

Li Jiahe was lying on the stage, his heart had sunk, and everything around him was quiet and lonely. His consciousness floated slightly, as if he was leaving him. Was he going to die? The severe pain of sex, the cold rain, and the noise... Suddenly, all of these were isolated from the outside of the body. It seems that in the blink of an eye, thousands of miles have traveled. Where are you? Where is this? Is it the legendary world of corpses and ghosts? Turning his head and looking around, all he could see was thin spiritual mist, green and white intertwined, flowing all over. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, which was a long and shiny white jade staircase that stretched all the way to the depths of the mist. On both sides are clusters of crystal jade flowers whose names are unknown, exuding a strange fragrance that penetrates the heart. The young man's eyes were surprised, and he wanted to move forward slowly, but when he raised his foot, he actually passed through the fog veil. For a moment, people were in a daze, and they came to a fairy bridge with cloud patterns. Holding on to the white jade crystal railing, I watched the Milky Way flow, actually going back and forth from the bridge. Dots of broken light, flying and splashing, actually covered himself with bright and twinkling stars. His mind flashed, a brilliance flashed, and when he raised his eyes again, he was already among the flowers. In front of you is a jade piano platform with crystal light and flowing charm, surrounded by a continuous waterfall of colorful flowers. The thousand-year-old pavilion and railings carved with jade are hidden among the flower stamens. At a glance, it is as pure as a painting and has a distant fairyland. Everything is so familiar, deja vu. In a trance, he saw his former self and a shadow in his dream accompanying him in the clouds. Everything seemed illusory and illusory, but the young man stood in this scenery, but his eyes were blank. He doesn't remember the name here, nor the cause and effect of his past life, but he can feel it Every gust of wind, every flower, every drop of starlight here has a great connection with me. There were clear pistils among the flowers, and the light mist dispersed, and he saw the beautiful shadow. Xie Chanyi stands under the flowers, wearing a long dark green dress, surrounded by fairy mist, her soft body and branches are like green stamens condensed with dew, like green rhyme and clear light. Her face is as beautiful as snow, and her long hair hangs down, making her appear more elegant and pure. There is no pressure from the spiritual realm here, there is no Golden Armor Dharma, and there is no sharpness at all. There is only a softness and quietness left, so beautiful that it is clean, so lonely, and so beautiful that your heart suddenly tightens. She lowered her eyes slightly and touched the petals lightly with her fingertips, her movements gentle and gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility. The young man's eyes were filled with infatuation. He was clearly right in front of his eyes, but it still seemed like he was in another world. He trembled slightly, not even daring to breathe too heavily. When he opened his mouth, his voice was as thin as smoke, with a hint of confusion: "Where... Is this?" Xie Chanyi did not look back, her dark green skirt fluttered gently, her voice was as soft as the wind, as light as a dream. "It's the time you... Lost." "Lost... Time?" He looked around blankly, and felt a sudden pain in his heart. The pain was real and penetrated into his heart. Intention: If everyone takes revenge for personal gain, then everyone will be hated, and there will be no justice in the world.