The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

In the spring, the sun is a little brighter.

Under the corner of the roadside, Yanjiu sat on a small horse and had been sitting there all afternoon.

Occasionally he would get up and go watch the old man playing chess on the street, or play with the stray dogs passing by.

The afternoon sun made people tired, Yanjiu just took a nap, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was filled with sunset.

Yanjiu turned his head when he heard the sound of eating.

I saw a stray dog ​​and two stray cats surrounding Bei Nanyao.

Yanjiu stretched out, stood up softly, and walked towards Bei Nanyao, and couldn't help but complain:

"These little things are related to you."

Bei Nanyao wiped the kitten's eyes carefully while answering Yanjiu:

"I've been feeding them since they were little kittens. As time went by, they started to kiss me."

Yanjiu crossed his arms over his chest and couldn't help but mutter:

"I don't think you look like the type to kill a lot of people."

Bei Nanyao's eyes were still on the cat: "I killed the man..."

Yanjiu looked at the setting sun on the horizon, feeling a little lost:

"Is it for the so-called Jianzhen Kung Fu Heart Sutra?"

Bei Nanyao paused slightly while feeding the cat, with a lonely expression: "No."

Yanjiu suddenly remembered something and asked Bei Nanyao: "I forgot to ask you, are you a human or a ghost?"

Bei Nan Yao: "People."

Yanjiu held his forehead and said with a wry smile: "It's difficult." Yanjiu was not very clear about the concept of a "human" who has lived for more than 1000 years.

After all, he has never seen it.

Yanjiu sat back on the pony again. He crossed his legs, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked at the sunset on the horizon. Yanjiu said slowly:

"Bei Nanyao, can you tell me your story?"

Bei Nanyao turned his head and looked at Yanjiu: "Didn't someone tell you? Otherwise, how would you know about the authenticity appraisal?"

Yanjiu smiled: "The stories in everyone's mouth are different. The stories told by the old monk of Ci'an Temple are called 'rumors', and the stories told by you are called oral narration by the person involved."

Hearing this, Bei Nanyao put the cans away and let the cats and dogs eat by themselves, while he sat on the stone pier next to Yan Jiu.

“It’s okay, I’ve never told anyone my story.

Master once told me that I was too boring, like a boring gourd, and it was not fun at all. I should talk to others more. "

Yanjiu took out a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth. He threw another piece to Bei Nanyao:

"Hey, do you want some candy?"

Bei Nanyao shook his head: "I don't eat sweets."

"..." Yanjiu: "Then you can smoke, I don't mind very much."

Bei Nanyao said seriously: "I don't smoke either."

Yan Jiu straightened up slightly from the pony: "No, are all you monks so boring?"

Yanjiu felt that his previous life was cold enough, but at least he still loved eating and drinking, teasing people, and sleeping the most.

This Northern and Southern Yao... is really uninteresting.

Bei Nanyao's voice was rough, as if soaked in thousands of years of sorrow:

"I am no longer a monk. Master no longer wants me..."

Yanjiu touched the pocket of his pants, but there was not even half a tissue. He was really afraid that Bei Nanyao would cry here.

However, Bei Nanyao's face was indeed dry and dull, and he did look like a dull little monk.

When Bei Nanyao spoke again, Yan Jiu seemed to be taken back to the time a thousand years ago.

Bei Nan Yao had a far-sighted gaze:

“1000 years ago, Yanyang was still called Yanjing City.

Master, he is the most talented, handsome, and suave young man in the city. Many girls cannot compare to him.

At that time, I was a descendant of a branch of the Beinan family and was sent to my master as a companion.

I have a dull temper, a stupid nature, and am not good at words, but Master has never disliked me.

No matter how others tried to push more excellent reading companions around Master, Master never agreed. I was always the only one beside him.

Master often takes me on trips, but I can only help him catch rabbits and fish, carry my luggage, make my bed...it doesn't have much use. "

Yanjiu captured some of the psychology of Bei and Nan Yao. He sighed:

"This is already a great merit. You don't have to feel inferior."

Bei Nanyao shook his head: "I can actually do better. For a noble person like my master, he is very picky.

It won't work if the bath water is hot, if the meat is a little fat, it won't work if you walk too much...

Master deserves the best in the world, but I still failed to take good care of Master.

At that time, my master was the most powerful magician in Yanjing City and the most respected person.

At that time, ghosts and ghosts were prevalent in the capital, and people's minds were also closed-minded and ignorant.

A group of monks gathered together to open a temple and save sentient beings from suffering.

Because my master was so prestigious, he was invited to become a monk and take charge of the overall situation.

I originally thought that Master would not agree, but he has always been a gamer. He likes novel and interesting experiences.

He thought it would be interesting to become a monk in a temple.

So, he made an agreement with Cihang Temple that he would be a monk at Cihang Temple for three years. Therefore, I became the little novice monk next to Master and became Master's disciple.

Master said that in three years, he would take me to a mountain called Zhaoyao.

It is said that the spring water there is clear and suitable for making wine. In the next three years, he will open a tavern at the foot of the mountain.

He was the winemaker and I was the shop boy.

But when three years came, the monks in the temple were greedy for the master's reputation and refused to let him go.

It was also at this time that Master might have really disliked me.

He said I couldn't learn anything. One night, he scolded me and kicked me out of Cihang Temple.

Let me get away. "

Speaking of this, Yanjiu felt a little incredible:

"Your master kicked you out, and you just left?"

Bei Nanyao: "My master doesn't want to see me, so naturally I have to listen to him.

So I returned to secular life and went to the foot of Zhaoyao Mountain to grow food for two years.

I thought that if the master came one day, he would be able to make wine directly from grain.

But at that time, rumors spread that Master was being controlled by Cihang Temple and was not allowed to be free.

Some people also say that Master wants to use Cihang Temple to rule Yanjing City in one fell swoop.

I thought that I would go see Master no matter what. If he was really controlled, I would risk my life to save him.

If he wants to rule Yanjing City, I am willing to abandon my conscience and kill innocent people for him.

But when I returned to Cihang Temple, Master was hanging in the room with scars all over his body.

Those villains in Cihang Temple forced Master to use them, but Master refused...

Not long ago, I felt the spiritual energy in my body slowly surge.

It was a force I couldn't control.

Master was treated like this by the group of people on the mountain again. I was very angry at that time. It was the first time in my life that I felt angry.

I took the stick and rushed up the mountain.

To be honest, I know what happened that night, and my whole consciousness is blurry.

I only remember that I raised the stick and lowered it, and the usual powerful "masters" floated out like leaves.

When he regained consciousness, most of the monks on the mountain were dead.

Even the little novice monk who saw his master in embarrassment was killed by me.

I knew that I had committed a crime and was no longer qualified to be Master's disciple. "

At this time, Yan Jiu spoke again: "I have also heard some bad stories about your master, so will you beat me to death?"

Bei Nanyao smiled helplessly: "I am no longer the person I was 1000 years ago. I know how to control spiritual power.

Over the past thousand years, I have learned a lot about the intrigues and intrigues in society, and I have learned to be patient and peaceful. "

Yanjiu stretched out his hand: "You continue."

Bei Nanyao: "At that time, my spiritual power had just awakened and was not yet very stable. I fainted after killing many people.

When he woke up again, he found that many bones were broken and he could not stand up.

I was lying on the ground, and Master was standing in front of me with a cold face, calling me "evil obstacle".

The broken bones all over my body were caused by master’s automatic hand...

In fact, what hurts me more than the pain of broken bones is Master's attitude.

Master may be ridiculed or disgusted... but he is never expressionless and indifferent. He is a very lively person. "

Hearing this, Yanjiu tugged at the corners of his mouth and forced out a smile.

Well... forget it, even if he smiles, he is not a lively person. He is a tired and indifferent person.

Even at this moment, he was listening to Bei Nanyao telling stories peacefully, but in his heart he was thinking about when and how to kill Bei Nanyao.

But Yan Jiu thought, what is the so-called living person?

Bei Nan Yao was informal and dull, but wasn't he alive? He once believed in someone like that.

He seems to be a piece of wood without any small thoughts, but his faith and admiration are sandwiched in his daily life.

Perhaps it has long since merged into a vast ocean, which is not only fresh, but also choppy.

Yan Jiu: "After that, your master didn't kill you...after all, you are a human being now."

Bei Nan Yao's voice became more and more sad:

"Master said that my Buddha is merciful and does not kill, so he asked people from Cihang Temple to throw me to the foot of the mountain, but how could the people from Cihang Temple listen to him?

As I was dying, I was thrown to the top of the mountain, which was originally a sacrificial altar.

The original Cihang Temple was different from the current Cihang Temple. They did evil things in the name of "My Buddha is Merciful".

At that time, I was lying on the top of the mountain with eagles circling around me, ready to eat me at any moment.

In the end, it was the sweeping monk in the temple who saved me. The sweeping monk had a good relationship with the master and he was sent by the master.

The sweeping monk sent a message to Master, asking me to come back to Cihang Temple in three years.

Three years later, the master will definitely solve the problem at Cihang Temple and then take me to sell wine at the foot of Zhaoyao Mountain.

It was only then that I realized that the master didn't hate me that much, and that he also had his own reasons.

I returned to the foot of Zhaoyao Mountain. This time I not only grew food, but also built a house and prepared it as a winery.

At that time, Taoist priests from Zhaoyao Mountain always came down from the mountain to drink wine and eat meat. "

Saying that, Bei Nanyao smiled helplessly:

"Actually, I quite envy disciple Zhao Yao. For thousands of years, he has never taught any rules or regulations.

Disciples can move their hearts, and they can kill in order to eliminate violence and bring good peace.

They founded the sect in an upright and upright manner, and could go out and do whatever they wanted, and they always just had to be themselves. "

Yanjiu also smiled: "So in the thousands of years since Zhaoyao Mountain, there has never been a traitor."

There has never been a traitor, even if his senior brother is so hypocritical, he always puts ostentation first.

No matter how incompatible Luan Qiu was with him, Luan Qiu never exposed himself to outsiders, and he still had to call himself uncle in an awkward manner.

Yanjiu was thinking how great everything would have been if Jianzhen had brought Bei Nanyao into Zhaoshang.

Yanjiu: "Three years from now, will your brewery be open?"

Bei Nanyao's eyes were dark and sad: "Three years from now... three years from now, let me think about it."

Three years later, Bei Nanyao returned to Cihang Temple.

Cihang Temple is suffering from the disaster of destroying the temple. His master Zhi Fei has gone crazy and broken his precepts.

He could no longer endure the oppression of Cihang Temple, nor could he escape as originally planned.

Zhifei is extremely kind-hearted, likes to meddle in other people's business, and cannot bear to see others suffer.

Dan Zhifei is also an extremely pampered person. He has acted wantonly since he was a child and likes to follow his own temper.

He likes to see all kinds of scenery in the world, so he will escape from being a beautiful young man to Buddhism. When he was in Buddhism, he thought about going to the foot of the mountain to make wine three years later.

He loves everything in this world very well, but he never hides his disgust. He is the kind of person who can clearly distinguish between love and hate.

When the pressure reached its peak, everything began to rebound, and Zhi Fei began to kill.

Besides, there are still people waiting for him at the foot of the mountain, and the tavern at the foot of the Zhaozhao Mountain has not yet opened.

It rained heavily that night, and Cihang Temple was filled with blood. In the early morning, it was washed away by the rain, as if nothing had happened.

Bei Nan Yao broke the precept of killing, and Zhi Fei also broke the precept of killing.

But that night Zhifei smiled very freely and freely, just like the much-talked-about Mr. Zhifei back then.

Zhi Fei always thought that he was just a lazy and romantic young man, so he was going to find his little apprentice.

But before Zhi Fei could walk down the mountain, he was stabbed through the heart by the monk who was ambushing him in the forest when he reached the halfway point.

They seemed to have some obsession with Zhifei: Zhifei must be from Cihang Temple.

Previously, Zhifei asked Bei Nanyao to come to him in three years.

The rainy night when Zhi Fei died was also the day when Bei Nan Yao went up the mountain to see Zhi Fei.

Bei Nan Yao was full of joy, braved the wind and rain, but saw Zhi Fei's body on the mountainside.

Anger, unwillingness, sadness...

Incomparably huge sadness filled Bei Nanyao's heart.

But in the end, he just silently carried Zhi Fei's body and walked towards Zhaoyao Mountain.

The camellias he planted in the ground have bloomed, and the peaches Zhifei likes to eat have also begun to bear fruit.

What Bei Nanyao wanted to do most... was to ask Zhifei why he asked him to pick him up.

Has Zhifei forgiven himself for breaking the prohibition on killing?

But Bei Nanyao thought it didn't matter, people still have souls after death.

It was also at this time that something unacceptable to Bei Nanyao occurred.

The entrance to Kunlun, which had been hidden for many years, was loose.

If the Kunlun Gate is opened, it will actually be a catastrophe for the human world.

Zhifei, ah, Zhifei, a very elegant and unrestrained person, a person who is like an immortal.

Always thinking about mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, being at ease.

Even when he died, he was not depressed.

However, at the moment when the gate of Kunlun was loosened, Zhifei, who had become a soul, thought that everything should be over.

Zhi Fei was still kind. He had strong spiritual power before his death and his soul was pure after death.

He used his soul to plug the cracks in Kunlun.