Peerless Taoist

The Mahavira Hall that she was originally in had disappeared, and the scene in front of her had turned into a green mountain forest. In the middle of the green mountain scenery, there was a hidden village, green bricks and tiles, and the scenery was leisurely.    

Seeing this scene, Bai Suqing felt a sense of familiarity that she had never felt before.    

It was the place where she lived when she was young.    

Bai Suqing's father left home when she was very young. Bai Suqing was raised by her mother.    

They lived in an extremely ordinary small village. There were no cultivators and they grew up with a group of mortals.    

At this moment, Bai Suqing was somewhat stupefied. She did not know why she appeared here. Everything that happened before seemed to have been forgotten.    

Relying on intuition, Bai Suqing found her home.    

Before she got close to the door, a faint scent of green onion that exploded from the oil pounced on her face. It was warm and familiar.    

"Little Nannan, you're back? Quickly pack up and prepare to eat."    

Bai Suqing's mother stood in front of the stove, her sleeves were still stained with white flour, and the fried onion pancake in the pan emitted a charming fragrance.    

The decoration in the yard was very simple. A mill was placed near the yard, and an old donkey was leisurely leaning against the mill and sleeping soundly.    

Bai Suqing sat on the chair blankly, took the plate from her mother's hand, and picked up the onion pancake to eat.    

Everything was a familiar taste.    

Bai Suqing suddenly felt a touch of sadness in her heart. But she did not know where this sadness came from. She had already forgotten what happened before. Subconsciously, she only remembered that she had always lived in this village.    

"After noon, you and Mom will go to the monastery to burn incense. Don't forget."    

Mother revealed a faint smile as the corners of her eyes curled up.    

Bai Suqing agreed. She could not recall why she wanted to go to the monastery, but in her memory, her mother would burn incense at this time.    

After the meal, Bai Suqing followed behind her mother and walked towards the monastery along the mountain path.    

Along the way, Bai Suqing saw many familiar figures. They were all villagers from the village.    

There were old people, young adults, and children.    

They did not work. Instead, they were like loyal believers. They walked along the mountain road, step by step, towards the temple in the mountain far away.    

Bai Suqing followed behind her mother and felt that the scene in front of her was very strange. She could not help but hold her mother's hand tightly. Only then could she feel a sense of security.    

The doors of the Buddhist temple opened.    

The two copper doors were like an open abyss, waiting for the believers to enter.    

"Let's go in."    

The mother had a pious smile on her face. She grabbed Bai Suqing's hand and wanted to bring her into the monastery.    

Bai Suqing could already see that behind the temple, there were a few kind and resplendent Buddha statues.    

But those Buddha statues were unable to calm Bai Suqing's anxious heart.    

She looked around and felt that everything in front of her was just a dream, filled with falsehood.    

"No, this is not true!"    

Bai Suqing looked at her mother as she retreated, her heart filled with fear.    

She suddenly remembered.    

The fire that year had burned the entire village.    

Her mother died, and the young girl was taken away from the village. She never came back.    

This was an illusion, and it reflected the weakest part of her heart.