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On the second floor of the Library Pavilion, Nagamo, dressed in a monk's robe, held two volumes of inner strength and mental methods, and quietly glanced downstairs.

It is said that it is a collection of books, but this large attic is actually only used for storage most of the time. There are two Baibao Pavilions standing side by side at the entrance of the first floor, which are full of all kinds of rare treasures; Most of the space in the entire floor is neatly lined with more than a dozen rows of iron frames, all of which are full of various weapons and firearms.

Nagamo glanced around in silence, and happened to meet a pair of eyes that she was thinking about.

Yu Ge stood in front of the threshold, raised his head slightly, and naturally beckoned to the little apprentice.

Under the faint morning light, the color of her eyes was as light as gray, and there seemed to be a hidden and soft smile in her eyes, but there seemed to be nothing in them.

"...Master, I am here."

Nagamo stood bowed in front of the elder, holding the volumes of books without looking sideways. Not only was her obedient appearance, coupled with her extremely tense expression, she even seemed a bit dull and dull.

Only she knew... the dark plots of irreverence and blasphemy in her heart. 7K 妏敩

She took a deep breath as inconspicuously as possible, so that her lungs felt a slight tingling.

The mellow and timeless sandalwood fragrance on Yu Ge's body penetrated into her blood along her nasal cavity like running water, and even soaked in every pore of her, leaving only a kind of haze in her mind. jumping for joy.

There is no time in the mountains, since she was brought back from Yanzhou by Master, a full hundred years have passed.

There is a large residence in the enchantment on the top of Guiyun Mountain. Apart from her and Yu Ge, there is also a senior sister named Chen Fan who lives here.

This senior sister should have been with Yu Ge for many years, she has a quiet personality, and she spends all year round practicing in the cave, and occasionally going out of the customs, she will personally take care of Yu Ge's daily life, but she doesn't have much contact with Nagamo on weekdays.

Although they are called masters and apprentices, strictly speaking, this place is not a sect, and Yu Ge never pretended to be an elder to teach his two disciples.

This master doesn't pay much attention to talking about Zen, and she doesn't follow the rules of the evening drum and the morning bell on weekdays. She only gives some advice when the disciples need it, and whether it is necessary or not depends entirely on her own judgment.

After all, for a Truth Listener, the so-called asking for advice seems a bit redundant.

"Nagama," Yu Ge said, "Stop practicing with wooden swords, and pick one yourself."

Before the little apprentice came back to his senses, he saw the master standing in front of the weapon rack and took down a pair of twin swords wrapped in silk from the wall.

The two swords are about three feet long, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The blades of the swords are thin, and the hilts are wrapped with strips of cloth. A pair of ridges and double thorns echo each other.

The pair of swords are made of unknown material, but they exude a thorn-like faint blue cold light from any angle.

There are blades on all sides, thin and sharp, and it is a sharp weapon that is really used to kill and seduce souls.

"Master, is this...?"

"I remember you are a rare two-handed."

Yu Ge stuffed the swords into her hands respectively, and when the skins touched, she was almost unable to distract herself from observing the new weapon, but could only fix her eyes on the opponent's pair of snow-white hands.

It really doesn't look like a pair of hands holding a sword, it's as white as a window paper, even the light-colored blood vessels and tendons underneath are clearly visible, and it's as cold as ice, making people want to hold it in their hearts and hold it in their hands. Body temperature and blood heat up inch by inch.

Nagamo suddenly raised his eyes, staring at the other party's expression in surprise, but seeing Yu Ge's face was normal, he only tightened his hands, letting her hold the sword tightly.

The master didn't even give her a look, he just looked at the bluish sword edge, "I used these two swords, the one in the left hand is called Keji, and the one in the right is called Forgiveness... I gave it to you, myself." Take it and play."

again...

For countless moments, Nagamo wondered whether the voices of the world she heard in front of the gate of Qingzuo Temple were just illusions caused by her own injuries.

It seems that Di Ting never uses this amazing ability on her. Even if she thinks about so many evil things in her mind, and even thinks about it in front of this pure-faced master, Yu Ge looks so Calm, so calm, the eyes that stared at her almost contained tolerance and compassion.

Maybe Master didn't want to hear her heartfelt voice at all; or maybe he heard it, but didn't care at all...

Nagamo had no way of guessing the master's mind, she just stood there, and lightly pressed the hilt of the sword held by Yu Ge on her warm lips.

Those hundred years were the most worry-free and peaceful time in her life. The tragic memories and endless struggles of the past seemed to be dispersed in the void accompanied by the breeze mixed with incense ash in the mountains. She cultivated her mind and practiced martial arts. Growing up slowly, the only thing that is engraved in my mind is a smile from the master

When she was still young, she learned the libretto in the opera, and called Yuge Master for the first time. Di Ting, who was burying incense, stared at her a little surprised, and then slowly closed her fine eyelashes. It outlines an almost gentle arc.

Nagamo opened her eyes, and almost heard something grow in her heart quietly. She gritted her teeth and looked at the main hall where Yu Ge was.

It is said to be the main hall, but it is actually the only main hall facing south in this villa, but no one knows what Yu Ge offered in it.

The main hall is tightly sealed with 81 forbidden curses, and the only person who recites sutras in the hall day and night is the only person who listens to it.

……

On the dark day of July this year, Yu Ge got drunk.

A cultivation base like Di Ting has always kept a drop of water or rice from touching it. Nagamo helped the master to the top, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the black hair on the other side's hair like splashed ink dragging down. Quietly lay at her feet.

"...Master, this disciple will leave first."

The flickering candlelight reflected the cold and treacherous face of the little apprentice. Due to excessive forbearance and restraint, that face showed a gloomy twist. In this windless night, it was almost chilling.

She moved her palm away from Master's white robe inch by inch, and she didn't feel anything under her hand, but instead, she felt a burning and scorching thirst, which burned down her throat all the way to her heart, burning her like a trapped animal, and she could only Relying on the remaining clarity, I tried my best to turn my back.

A tail swayed twice in the air, hooking her wrist soundlessly.

It was a snow-white and slender tail like a lion's cat. Because of the scattered hair, it looked unusually fluffy and soft.

Nagamo's pupils constricted suddenly, as if she had been sucked out of three souls and two souls in an instant, she turned her head tremblingly, and met Master's light-colored eyes filled with water.

"...Nagama." Yu Ge called her softly, "Come, serve me."

On the night when she broke the ring of joy with her master, the little apprentice didn't close her eyes all night. She knelt at the foot of the other party's bed and worshiped Yu Ge's body from head to toe. It was so close and tender that she even believed it...

She and Master are already deeply affectionate.

However, everything in the past hundred years has finally turned into an absurd fantasy dream, false and ethereal, passing away with the wind.

After that night, Yu Ge withdrew the little bit of tenderness entrusted to the little apprentice. She no longer showed her expression, no longer instructed her sword skills, and even... no longer appeared in front of Nagamo.

Nagamo stayed alone in Guiyun Mountain.

At first, she may have been dazed and confused; later, she may have felt angry or resentful for the sudden indifference and evasion of the master; but in the end... she no longer knew what she was looking forward to.

Yu Ge stayed alone in the main hall most of the time, and occasionally wandered around, and he would go away for decades.Truth came and went without a trace, and Nagamo couldn't even see the back of the other party.

She has practiced all the mental techniques in the Sutra Pavilion, used a pair of Ziwu swords to perfection, and learned to use flowers and fruits on the mountain to make wine, but whenever she passed by the main hall, the dizzy pain would still be silent. Noisily climbing up every tendon of her, as if to grind her whole body into a pulp, and squeeze out every drop of blood in her body drop by drop.

Why is Master angry at her?

Can Master still hear her voice?

If you can hear it... why do you torture her like this year after year?

This stalemate lasted for hundreds of years, until one time Yu Ge returned from his travels and brought back a new child.

The same bruises, the same disgusted by mortals, the same... looking at her master with admiration and expectation.

The long-lost hunger was like an invisible claw, hollowing out Nagamo's heart and lungs in desperate jealousy. She tried her best to restrain the thirst for flesh and blood, and stretched out her hands in vain in the chaotic consciousness.

Just once is enough.

As long as Master can look her in the eyes again, smile at her again, and talk to her properly again, that's enough.

She watched as Yu Ge carried the child into the library, and taught him word by word to understand cause and effect, show righteousness and eliminate evil. Support is destroyed.

If this is the reason...

If this is the way...

For her, becoming a demon is extremely easy, at least, it is much easier than submitting to Buddhism and helping all living beings.

It was not only the child who was left on the mountain by Yu Ge who died under her sword, but also the lives of more than a hundred people in Qingzuo Temple.

Although time has changed and things have changed, there are no old people who practiced in Qingzuo Temple today who bullied her, but... so what?

Nagamo smashed the wine he brewed with his own hands, and burned the corpse on the top of Guiyun Mountain. The nameless fire spread to the collapsed pavilions and thousand-year-old trees, and finally stopped at the gate of the main hall. forward.

The real fire mixed with the magic breath could not burn down the main hall, but broke most of the forbidden spells outside the hall.

The commotion was so violent that it even alarmed her senior sister who had been out of the mountain for a long time and was practicing in seclusion.

"Why don't you go in and find out?"

Chen Fan arrived with wind and frost, and pushed open the side door of the main hall. She ignored her junior sister's red eyes, and just walked in casually.

"Do you know, in the legend of mortals, who is the master of Di Ting?"

Nagamo knelt down on her knees in a trance, and suddenly she fell into an ice cave, and all kinds of sins seemed to be suddenly pressed on her shoulders, finally crushing the spine that had been strong for a hundred years, and also crushing her after being enchanted. That bluff resentment.

The statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was worshiped in this hall.

Naturally, Bodhisattva's Dharma appearance has nothing to do with gender, but Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is often recognized as a male image by the people. Therefore, the first reaction of this female Bodhisattva is actually strange.

The Bodhisattva sits on the lotus seat in a solemn and delicate posture, holding a human head in one hand and forming a nectar seal in the other, which is indeed full of compassion and benevolence for transmuting the six realms.

If...not looking directly into the statue's face.

That golden face was cold and handsome, with slightly long eyes and full lips, if one ignores the soft expression brought by that peaceful face...

That was the face of Nagama himself!

Chen Fan's extremely hoarse voice rang out slowly in the dead silence.

"The original shape of Di Ting is similar to that of a dog, and the meaning of its character and loyalty is taken. Master... has knelt and bowed his head in hell for 3 years for Bodhisattvas. "

She paused for a moment with difficulty, "Now...the reason why Master sticks to Posuo should also be for the Bodhisattva."

The ordinary-looking senior sister turned sideways, with an unspeakable indifference in her eyes.

"Nagamo, do you think... Do you really listen to this because of your loyalty to the owner?"

Why does Yu Ge not want to become a Buddha when he has cultivation base...

Why does Yu Ge have a scar of divine punishment on his back...

Why was Yu Ge...willing to bring her by his side to raise her.

Some of the questions that had troubled her for a hundred years were answered for a moment, but Nagama couldn't feel relief at all. She seemed to have fallen into a muddy and ignorant situation, unable and unwilling to clear her mind.

She asked in a daze: "How do you know this?"

Chen Fan looked down at her quietly for a moment, then raised his hand suddenly, and randomly made a seal in front of him, breaking the illusion that had been condensed for many years.

She revealed a...older face that was about [-]% or [-]% similar to Nagama.

"Because you are not the first." She said, "You are not the last...but you are not the first child brought back by Master."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021051100:21:082021051222:56:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 in the night;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Day Sea, A good day starts with death, Nineteen, Su Muzhe, Passerby C one;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：行乐当及时20瓶；幺柒、聆弋柒、朝歌10瓶；木子9瓶；癔症、顾弋离5瓶；最爱吃小甜饼、梵风衣1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!