Bai Suzhen came to assassinate me, leaving a red dot on my neck with the tip of her knife.

She was first stunned, then her eyes turned red.

She blamed me for not dodging, but I firmly said she would never stab me.

In fact, I discovered my strangeness when I woke up in the medical clinic.

The lingering haze had begun to dissipate, and the sense of detachment from the world five hundred years ago was also fading.

More and more memories started appearing in my mind.

They were the Four Books and Five Classics that Xu Xian had read, his only connection with this world.

I had a feeling that I could never go back, bidding farewell to the Golden Mountain Temple where I had spent many years.

And bidding farewell to the nameless young monk.

And also bidding farewell to the pink little snake.

Bai Suzhen helped me bandage the wound, appearing flustered.

But the severed artery couldn't be stopped. I lay in her arms, quietly watching her beautiful face.

At times, she did resemble that little snake.

My eyes grew heavy until I once again plunged into boundless darkness.

However, unlike before, I didn't feel despair, and I didn't see the gray mist.

Even the fierce figure of the Buddha didn't appear in my mind.

I felt like I was sinking in a stagnant pool, as if I could never reach the bottom.

After an unknown period of time, I finally saw a person.

A person who looked exactly like me, except for the hair.

He waved at me in my dream, then led me through those familiar schools and alleys.

In his house, I saw Monk Fahai, but the old monk couldn't see me.

Fahai greeted him and handed him a string of prayer beads, instructing him to recite the scriptures inscribed on the beads continuously.

The monk said the scriptures on the prayer beads could ward off disasters and evil spirits, which suited him well.

He nodded and began reciting.

As the scriptures continued to flow from his mouth, a hazy gray mist appeared once again.

The true form of the Buddha emerged, and his spirit began to grow frenzied.

As if empowered by some mysterious force, he transformed into a different appearance.

Afterward, I knew what happened. He once again peeled the skin off Bai Suzhen and made her into a snake-skin oil-paper umbrella.

The scene abruptly ended there.

An abrupt voice suddenly appeared, and I recognized it as Bai Suzhen's.

With each call from her, I returned to that stagnant pool of water.

My body kept floating upward, and a light appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer.

Finally, the light transformed into the figure of Bai Suzhen,

and I fully awakened.

However, at this moment, Bai Suzhen was already covered in blood. Upon seeing me wake up, she fainted.

The servant in the medical clinic said Bai Suzhen went to the Immortal Mountain of the South Pole to fetch a elixir for me.

On her way back, she was injured by the immortal crane of the South Pole's immortal.

If she hadn't held on with all her might, Bai Suzhen would have died on the road.

I looked at the snake demon lying in my arms, feeling indescribable emotions in my heart.

Finally, I murmured:

"Why bother? I'm not the real Xu Xian anyway."