Poor Monk

Wooden beads, when falling on the ground, have a very unique sound.

Not terribly heavy, not terribly crisp.

But when it fell into his ears, it had already become a vague sound far away in the sky, just like the thunder that resounded on the distant Daze in ancient times...

Consciousness, a little withdrawn in an instant.

This feeling is so familiar to him...

It was clearly the precursor of the backlash attack of Liuhe Shenjue, but he clearly remembered that in the past, the precursors always appeared seven days before the backlash attack.

Now, it's ahead of schedule?

An ominous premonition invaded Shen Du's whole body.

The abnormality in the Chongmai caused all the meridians in his body, whether they were restored or still blocked, to be accompanied by pain.

The cold sweat on his forehead immediately dripped down.

The onset of precursory symptoms won't kill him, but in this kind of place, at this kind of time, it can kill him!

No one knows—

The legendary wise monk is good, when will he come back!

The whole world is asking Tianji Temple about his whereabouts.

Now he can safely hide in the bamboo sea, unknown.But what if it is discovered now?

People are knives, I am fish.

How could he tolerate such a state?

His face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was convulsed by the onset of the omen, but Shen Du unexpectedly exerted force and bit the tip of his tongue!

The piercing pain immediately restored the will that was on the verge of collapse.

From the bottom of those eyes that were as dark as a deep well, traces of hostility emerged, as thick as a cloud.

At this moment, he forcibly controlled himself, picked up the Buddhist beads that had fallen on the ground, and put them back into the box.

Then snap it shut and push it back into place.

He couldn't care less about checking if there was anything he wanted inside, taking advantage of no one returning from the hall at this time, he jumped up, using all his remaining strength at the moment, and flew away to the outside of the hall!

The lights in the monastery were sporadic and dim.

When his figure passed by, it was like a gust of wind blowing past, flying a little snow on the ground and walls.

The moonlight came out, a bright white.

Shen Du stumbled back to the bamboo house.

After he turned back and pressed the door shut, he couldn't hold on anymore, and fell headlong to the ground, unconscious.

In the dark, he dreamed again.

This time, he didn't dream of killing people, nor did he dream of Pei Wuji.

He dreamed of Gu Zhao.

A person who has nothing to do with him, a person who is admired by all people in the righteous way.

At that time, he had a small success in the Heaven and Heaven Art, which can be described as arrogant and bold.

Hearing that there was a disciple named Gu Zhao in Pengshan, people commented that "the flowing wind returns to the snow, and the mind can banish immortals", so he named him "the first immortal in Pengshan", and immediately became suspicious.

It is March [-] of the year, and spring returns to the earth.

He entrusted all the matters in the way of demons to Pei Wuji, who had just exhausted all means to climb up to the left envoy position of Jiantian Cliff, crossed the sea alone, went to Pengshan, and made an appointment to fight Gu Zhao.

The bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

On Chiyun Reef, sixteen miles east of Pengshan Mountain, there was a fierce battle between the two.People in Jianghu called him the "No. [-] Immortal", but Shen Duchu felt that he was over-reputed. After fighting, he realized that the other party's cultivation base and martial arts were really worthy of it.

But what he practiced was Liuhe Shenjue after all, which was better than the other party.

In the end, Gu Zhao was defeated.

In the dream, he stood as he remembered.

Dressed in a green shirt.

The turbulent waves hit the shore, and the rolled up tide was snow-white, making Gu Zhaoren stand like a beautiful jade in the Immortal Palace of Yaotai.A pair of narrow eyes showed detached calmness and composure, as if he hadn't fought or lost, and he hadn't been pointed at his throat by his Chuihong sword.

He asked: "My Liuhe Shenjue is famous all over the world, how dare you fight?"

Gu Zhao asked back: "Pengshan's method of sanqinghuayi has been famous for a long time, why don't I dare?"

He laughed again: "Then you are here at the wrong place, you will die if you come at the wrong place."

Gu Zhao didn't panic at all, and smiled: "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago. There is no one else here except you and me, so why bother talking nonsense? In the end, this world cannot live without Gu, nor can it Master Shen."

In this world, there can be neither Gu nor Daoist Shen.

That voice was like rocks on the shore, being beaten by the tide and impacted by the sound of the tide, but it crashed into his ears so clearly, not a single word was dropped, not a single word was blurred.

A record of five years, until now.

When I recalled it in my dream, it was all clear.

Waking up from the dream, the moment he opened his eyes, Shen Du thought: He actually wanted to kill Gu Zhao, but he didn't kill him in the end, probably because of this sentence?

There was a thick quilt covering her body, which was warm.

Dim yellow light penetrated through the slits of his eyes, and there was a faint sound of bubbling water coming from the room, and then he could clearly see the somewhat familiar roof above his head.

In the past few days, I have seen it every time I open my eyes.

He is in the bamboo house.

Still lying in bed.

So it was easy to deduce that it was the monk who had returned.

"Cough cough..."

His throat was a little uncomfortable, Shen Du coughed twice, turned his head to the side, and saw the stove in the room, and the porridge and medicine on the stove.

It was dark outside.

Lights were lit in the house.

The monk did not make medicine, nor did he copy scriptures, he just sat cross-legged in the room, with a roll of scriptures spread out in front of him, and he was pinching a string of agarwood beads in his hand, pinching them one by one.

is chanting.

It's just that no sound came out.

Probably the Buddhist beads in Tianji Temple are similar, and the monk holds eighteen beads in this string. He looked at it at a glance, and it was exactly the same as the string he saw in the back hall of the Thousand Buddha Hall.

But Shen Du didn't think much about it.

He just looked at the silhouette of the monk, and after another estimate, he knew that he had been unconscious for at least a whole day: when he went to visit the Thousand Buddha Hall that day, the monk had already come, but now it was night again, and he appeared in the The bamboo house.

This proves that he only stayed after he found himself the next day.

"Hey……"

His voice became hoarse again, a little weak.

Shen Du raised his arm, and found that the meridians all over his body were in pain again, but he could easily feel his strength increase by a point or two.

——This is the only "benefit" of backlash.

Can't make it through, it's a word for "death".

But if he can survive bit by bit, then his cultivation of Liuhe Shenjue will be further deepened in this kind of forging.

Correspondingly, the deeper the cultivation base, the more painful the next attack will be.

"Have I been in a coma for another day?"

Gritting his teeth, he sat up from the Arhat bed, and then stepped on the ground with his bare feet.The feeling of dizziness struck instantly, causing him to sway, but he quickly regained his footing.

The scriptures in front of the monk are being turned halfway.

Hearing his voice, his slender fingers paused, he stopped pinching the beads, then turned his head to look at him, and nodded slightly.

The warm yellow light flickered, illuminating his eyes like black jade.

Shen Du felt a little dazzled.

Probably because this monk is so good-looking, it made the restlessness in his heart more obvious.

The weaker a person is and the stronger his cultivation, the more evil thoughts will breed.

At this moment, he raised his hand to press his temple, and also took the opportunity to block his angry eyes. When he put down his hand again, there was no clue.

"This porridge and this medicine are all for me?"

Walking to the side of the stove, Shen Du took a look. He already had some experience, so he asked a question directly.

Then, without waiting for the monk's answer, he stretched out his hand and brought out the hot porridge without using anything to cushion it.

There was still a fire under the stove.

The temperature of this bowl is definitely not low.But when he held it, he didn't feel the slightest bit, just like holding an ordinary porcelain bowl.

The monk's gaze rested on his hand for a moment before slowly turning away.

Then he walked up, took a wet handkerchief soaked in water next to him, took out the medicine bowl under the pad, and handed it to Shen Du who was still holding the porridge bowl.

Shen Du frowned suddenly: "Drink the medicine first?"

The monk nodded again.

In fact, Shen Du's stomach was empty, and he didn't think that taking medicine would be of any use to his backlash.Just looking at the monk holding the medicine bowl like this, even with a layer of wet handkerchief, the fingertips are hot red...

Suddenly I couldn't bear it.

He turned his eyes, glanced at the monk, changed hands, put the medicine bowl on the table beside him, and then took the porridge bowl over, but said sarcastically: "Ugly people do mischief, especially monks. My belly Neikongkong, I can spit it out for you after drinking this medicine."

"..."

The monk looked back at him with warm eyes, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

Not angry either.

Seeing that he was willing to drink the medicine, he didn't care about what he said, turned around and sat cross-legged back on the futon, holding the prayer beads again, and silently recited the scriptures.

Inexplicably, Shen Du became angry again.

He only felt that the other party's slight smiles had an indescribable taste, which was different from the previous disapproval and coldness, but a feeling of spring blossoming.

Hearing people call him ugly, didn't he feel it?

If you are a bald donkey, you can really bear it.

He has scolded the ugly monster ten thousand times in his heart.Although there is a body protector with Shen Jue Qigong in his hand, he doesn't feel hot, but he can't drink the medicine for the time being, so he just put it down again.

After being in a coma for a day, his mind was still a little dizzy.

At this time, he didn't want to lie back on the bed, so he simply sat behind the desk.

All the text and ink on the case are there.

After he offended the monk by crushing that ant, he only brought food to himself and stopped copying Buddhist scriptures in the house.So this book case became his use.

The location of the decorations is also according to his habits.

But the moment he sat down, Shen Du felt something was wrong.

The decorations on the case have been moved.

He didn't bother to wash his pen and ink after using them, and would just put them on the pen hill.But now the long-used small brush is hanging on the pen holder in front of the desk, with the nib pointing down, clean.

Other things on the case have also become neat and orderly, no longer random as before.

this style...

He made it clear that it was not himself, but the monk sitting cross-legged in the corner and chanting scriptures.

Most of them are sitting here copying scriptures again.

Shen Du immediately raised his eyebrows.

But thinking about it, this is not my territory after all, let alone my own things, no matter how upset I can only hold back, so I didn't say anything, just stretched my hand to the bookshelf.

He originally wanted to take out a volume of Buddhist scriptures and read them to relieve boredom, so as to wait for the medicine and porridge to cool down.

But just as his finger touched the leftmost volume of Buddhist scriptures, the corner of his eye inadvertently glanced at the celadon painting jar on the side of the desk.

Inside, there are scrolls of Buddhist paintings.

Shen Du saw it when he was bored, and he remembered it clearly: there are only four scrolls and four scrolls in the vat.These days, there is no more and no less.

But now, there are five volumes in it.

One more?

He became a little curious, and when he saw that he was about to take off the Buddhist scriptures, he turned around and took out the obviously newly painted scroll in the painting vat.

With a flick of the wrist and a stretch of the fingers, the picture scroll opened in front of my eyes.

It is not a Buddhist painting.

But a Chunlan.

Stretching orchid leaves, blooming orchids, every point reveals a casual edge, and every stroke hides a deep loneliness.It's not to be independent, but to be dismissive!

The whole painting is soaked with a strong hostility.

The only unbloomed orchid in the painting aggravates this hostility.

It is the center of the whole painting, and its existence destroys the artistic conception of the whole painting, like a beast attacking from the ice and snow, trying to devour everything; it is also like a secret prison, imprisoning everything.

Not only is it a picture of Chunlan, but it happens to be the one he painted casually that day!

only……

Compared with the appearance when it was painted, there are a few more changes on it.

Shen Du's pale fingers pressed against the edge of the frame, and at this moment, they trembled involuntarily.

The dim light filled the frame.

The wild spring orchid blooming in mid-winter is still there, but on the top of the unbloomed one, a few strokes have been added casually, and it has been painted into a lifelike butterfly.

The colorful wings swayed slightly, and the posture was graceful.

It is retracting its wings.

The body leaned forward and fell downward.

Surrounded by orchids that have bloomed one after another, the orchid calyx stretches, but it falls to the one that has not bloomed for a long time and is unwilling to bloom...

Butterflies, waiting for flowers to bloom.

The paper was full of hostility, and it was swept away in an instant.

Maybe the painter's brushstrokes are too soft, or maybe the lights at night are too warm, so that people can see a kind of warm and bright attachment, a kind of pure and calm waiting from the butterfly.

Shen Du blinked, and looked at the silent back of the monk.

smooth.

generous.

Shen Ning didn't move.

Although it looked like a statue, and he couldn't see the front, he knew that his face carried the majesty of a treasure unique to Buddhism...

Eyes down.

Lift your fingertips and tap lightly, but it lands on the butterfly in the painting, feeling slightly cool to the touch.Under the dim light, it seemed to emit a faint light.

Warmth.

Shen Du suddenly thought, this butterfly didn't land on the flower, but spread its wings and flew into his heart.