Poor Monk

Shen alone was dreaming.

In the dream, he was holding a knife, with a curved blade and a ferocious tip, but with the thickest and most solemn red cloud and thunder pattern.

The blade was stained with blood, dripping down.

It quickly formed a puddle at the feet.

Lying in front of him were the warm corpses of a man and a woman, one handsome and the other beautiful, like a couple of gods and immortals.But the panic born at the moment of death destroyed these two comfortable faces...

Time was frozen at the end of their lives.

To the end of their lives, they did not believe that the only son they thought was "kind" and "unsuitable to be a demon Taoist master" would be more ruthless than the personal disciple they fancied, and even raised the butcher's knife at them.

took a step back.

In the dream, he seemed a little scared.

Immediately he wanted to throw away the murderous knife in his hand, but when he raised his hands, the corpses of the man and woman in front of him disappeared, replaced by a young boy.

And he was handing him the knife.

The boy looked at him with love and hate intertwined, like a lost prisoner who couldn't get out of the predicament he was in, like a young beast.

Then, trembling, he took the knife...

Yes.

The sword he used to kill his father and mother was later given to Pei Wuji, who was still young at the time, and he himself switched to the Chuihong Sword because of his practice of Liuhe Shenjue.

Ten years.

It turns out that it has been so long...

A dreamer is unaware that he is in a dream.

So, after confirming that he was dreaming, Shen Du woke up.All the perceptions returned to him at this moment.

"Duk, duk, duk..."

There was the sound of pounding and pestle coming from nearby, and there was also a bit of howling wind, and there was a slight "beep" sound from time to time, which was the sound of charcoal burning in the stove.

He suddenly felt a little dazed.

He opened his eyes, but probably because of being in a coma for too long, his body was weak, and his eyes were covered with a layer of shadows, making him look a little blurry.

In his throat, it was more like a broken knife with ten thousand dollars stuck in it.

pain.

hoarse with pain.

Even though he tried his best to make a sound, the words coming out of his throat were not complete, just a little bit of silent wailing.

He didn't die, but the situation couldn't be worse.

He couldn't even feel any strength in his body, only the pain from the wound on his shoulder and abdomen, and the soreness from the meridians all over his body.

I have no internal strength at all.

seriously injured.

Let anyone slaughter.

In Shen Du's calm and rational mind, these two words suddenly popped up, and then he understood what kind of situation he was in: all the subconscious getting up and guarding were all in vain!

So his tense body relaxed, and he lay back.

At this time, the eyes finally became clearer.

A thatched cottage, the four walls are lined with straight pruning bamboos, which can be seen to be old and yellow; the floor is covered with a layer of clean wooden boards; under him should be It is an Arhat bed, which is placed in the corner of this abode, and the situation in the room can be seen at a glance.

Next to the bed, there is a stove.

A small pot was placed on the stove, and a bowl of white porridge was warmed in it; the charcoal fire was burning just right, and it was bright red, which also illuminated the abode that was somewhat dim under the oil lamp.

It was already night, and there was a new wind beating on the closed windows, so I couldn't see what was going on outside.

There is a simple wooden table under the window, it can be seen that it should be a place for writing and painting on weekdays, but at the moment there are some bottles and fresh herbs.

A figure is in front of the case.

Tall and thin, wearing a very ordinary moon white monk robe.

He was actually a monk.

Seen obliquely from behind, his back is very tall and straight; the silhouette of his face is between Qingjun and Qingrun, outlined by the flickering oil lamp on the table, adding a little smokey color; bowing his head His eyes were full of concentration.

He is making medicine.

Holding the short wooden pestle in his hand, he controlled the appropriate strength and fell down one by one.The sound of pounding and pestle that Shen Du heard before came from here.

There is a bit of bitter medicine in the air, and...

White sandalwood.

It was the kind he had smelled when he lost consciousness and passed out in front of the Zhige Stele in Tianji Temple. It was not very strong, but faint and faint, and it was a kind of gentle fragrance that made people feel at ease.

It's just that smelling it now, it's a lot more real.

Shen Du frowned suddenly.

I don't know if it was because he was too focused, or because the wind howling outside was too loud, but the monk didn't hear the sound he just made, and he was still standing in front of the case, pounding medicine.

So he struggled to lift his finger and touched the edge of the bed.

Then he knocked hard.

"Boom, boom..."

It is said that it is hard, but Shen Du actually doesn't have much strength now, so the voice is not particularly loud.But compared to his nearly silent hoarseness just now, it was much better.

At least the monk heard it.

The pounding sound stopped.

The monk turned his head and saw Shen Du lying on the Arhat bed in the corner with his eyes open.

The blood-soaked coat had been taken off, and he had been replaced with a clean white undershirt; the plain quilt was originally covering him, but perhaps because of the action just now, it slipped down a little.

Slender neck, prominent collarbone.

You can vaguely see the traces of bandaging in the inner coat, with a little bit of blood coming out.

In all fairness, Shen Du's skin is very good, one of the few good ones.

The eyebrows are long eyebrows cut with ink painting, with a hint of lingering coldness; the eyes are a pair of red phoenix eyes, but there is no alluring attitude of a prodigal son, dark and deep, like a deep well with no bottom to be seen.

A straight nose and thin lips, cool and delicate.

It is entirely a gift from the Creator.

only--

The temperament exuding from the eyebrows and the whole body is really too lonely, too cold, and too fierce.

In addition to the vicious and evil names accumulated through years of blood and blood, there are not many people in the world who have the courage to look him in the eye.

At this moment, this monk can be counted as one.

I don't know if he didn't know his identity, or if he knew it and didn't care, when the monk saw him, his eyes were very peaceful.

It was clearly a cold day, but Shen Du could see the warmth of spring from his eyes.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he stopped tapping his fingers on the side of the bed.

He didn't speak.

Because he knew he couldn't make any sound at the moment.

But the strange thing is that the monk didn't speak. Shen Du thought that he should at least say something like "you're awake", but he didn't wait for a long time.

After seeing him awake, the monk didn't show any surprise. He just picked up a white pottery teapot on the corner of the table, poured half a glass of water into a simple teacup, and brought it over.

When he turned around completely, Shen Du saw his face clearly.

I was taken aback for a moment.

"Squeak, squeak..."

Then he heard footsteps on the floor.It was the footsteps of normal people, without the slightest habit of martial arts practitioners controlling and gathering their strength.

At this moment, his constricted pupils loosened slightly.

It was dark before his eyes, and the monk had already walked in front of him.

First, she lifted him up carefully, and leaned against the hard pillow behind her, then handed the teacup to his mouth, as if to feed him water.

Shen Du was inexplicably irritated.

He frowned tightly, didn't open his mouth, and turned his head to avoid it. He only lifted his left arm with an uninjured shoulder, and took the teacup from the opponent's hand.

Lowering his head, he took two sips slowly.

Not tea, just plain plain water.

warm.

It should have been boiled at the beginning, and it was left on the case for a while, so the temperature is neither high nor low, just right.

The chapped and chapped lips were moisturized, and the hoarse and painful throat was also relieved. Shen Du finally felt a little better, finally had strength, and finally was able to make a little voice: "You saved me?"

The monk didn't have any special reaction when his kindness was rejected.

Peaceful, without any anger.

The man was next to him, and he didn't leave yet. He just sat down on the low stool beside the bed, opened his right hand that was hanging on the outside, and put his slightly cool fingertips on his wrist, feeling his pulse. .

Hearing this question, he only slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

Still didn't speak.

Shen Du frowned even deeper, and continued to ask, "Where is this?"

The monk smiled at him, but did not answer.

"..."

Is there something wrong with this bald donkey? !

Shen Du has never been a good-tempered person, let alone in this situation now, every word he uttered was like swallowing a knife, but this monk didn't even answer a single word!

He is a little hot.

"Can't you speak?"

These words smacked of anger, although the voice was extremely hoarse, but the bitterness and sarcasm contained in the tone were not concealed at all.

But the monk still didn't speak.

There was still no trace of anger on a gentle face, and he nodded to Shen Du.

Shen Du was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect the other party to nod.

This……

Is a dumb?

A sense of absurdity arose in his heart, and then he felt troublesome: the other party was dumb, which meant that the information he could get from the other party's mouth was very limited.

Speechless for a while.

After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth again.

Although he didn't feel any guilt in his heart, he still expressed a false apology that he didn't exist before asking the question.

"Sorry, I don't know."

The monk looked at him with a little strangeness.

Shen Du felt that this gaze made him a little uncomfortable.

But he was not yet able to read too many things from a stranger's gaze, so he forcibly suppressed the irritability that turned upside down, and changed the way of asking.

"Then, this is Tianji Temple?"

This time, the monk nodded.

Shen Du felt a little unbelievable.

He could hear the wind outside, and the rustling of a bamboo sea outside, but everything else was quiet.

Obviously, this is not a meditation room, but rather a place where hermits live in the world.

When he saw this monk, he guessed that he was rescued by a monk from Tianji Temple, and countless thoughts immediately popped up in his mind.But when he saw the monk's moon-white robes, which were too ordinary, and heard his footsteps that were no different from ordinary people, these thoughts disappeared.

Except for the appearance, everything is too ordinary.

Even if he belongs to Tianji Temple, he can tell from his age that he cannot be any eminent monk who has been famous for a long time; from his clothes and cultivation, he can tell that he cannot be a particularly important person in the temple.

So, thinking about it together, Shen Du felt that it was not Tianji Temple that saved him.

Even he felt...

This is the most transcendent place in the martial arts world, this formidable colossus, I'm afraid they don't know that the monks in their sect saved such a big devil like him.

interesting.

Shen Du's mood suddenly became inexplicably good.

He thought of the status of Tianji Temple in the martial arts world, and also thought of the three-volume Buddhist collection hidden in the Temple of Thousand Buddhas.

It was the painstaking effort of the martial sage Lou Dongwang 16 years ago. It is said that it records what he has learned all his life, and includes the essence of martial arts in the world.

All warriors in the world covet him.

It's a pity that Wu Sheng committed a lot of crimes in his life, and he failed to escape in the end. After being plotted against by his favorite woman, he fled to Tianji Temple.

Before dying, these three volumes of martial arts essentials were not willing to be destroyed.

So I entrusted it to Master Yuanmie, the abbot of Tianji Temple, and asked him to seal up these three volumes of martial arts essence, preferably never to be seen in this world.

Unless one day, his descendants are willing to come and pick it up.

Since then, the world has called it the "Three Volumes of Buddha Collection".

Only because the descendants of Wu Sheng have never appeared in the rivers and lakes for 16 years, these three volumes of martial arts essence have been stored in the Thousand Buddha Hall, and have never appeared in the world, as if they were guarded by the Thousand Buddhas.

Therefore, it is called "Buddha Tibetan".

Over the years, it's not that there are unruly people and martial idiots who have become obsessed with martial arts to steal.

But none of them succeeded.

Especially in the last two years, Tianji Chanyuan has replaced the new generation of disciples with the Dharma name "Shanzai" to guard it.According to legend, no matter how good your skill or martial arts is, you always go in standing and come out kneeling.

No one was hurt.

But after returning to the arena, once these people were asked about the situation at that time, most of them kept secret.Only a few of them would sigh with a complicated face when they were questioned harshly——

Astonished.

In Tianji Temple, the wise monk is kind.

This is the only one among the famous people in Jianghu who makes Shen Du curious, and has never had any intersections, let alone a person who has no chance to hand in hand.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly.

As soon as I thought about it, I wanted to ask the dumb monk in front of me a few more words.Unexpectedly, at this time, the monk had withdrawn the hand that was pressing his pulse. After thinking for a while, he got up by himself and brought over the bowl of white porridge that was warming on the stove.

This time, Shen Du's face turned green.

The monk sat back, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, filled some with a wooden spoon, cooled it carefully, and brought it to his lips.

He didn't move for a long time.

The gaze staring at the wooden spoon was really a little fiery, as if wishing to stare out two holes!

This is not the time to drink water.

With only one hand he can move, he can hold the teacup, but he absolutely cannot perform the two actions of holding the bowl and serving the porridge at the same time.

It's really "the tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by sick dogs; Shen was trapped in the shallows and was fed porridge by a bald donkey"!

Shen Du laughed.

After being stiff for a long while, he finally bowed his head to reality, opened his mouth to swallow the wooden spoon, caught the porridge fed by the monk, and swallowed it.

A little hot, but just right.

The monk took his hand back and filled another spoonful of porridge.

At such a moment, Shen Du suddenly noticed his bent fingers, the roots were slender and moist like bamboo, like Buddha's palms carved from jade enshrined in temples.It's just that there is a little dark green smudge between the fingers and nails.

It was the herb juice that was accidentally stained when pounding the medicine just now.

For no reason, he felt that such clean and beautiful hands should not be stained with any dust in this world.

So there was some regret.

But his eyes lifted up and fell on the quiet face of the monk in front of him, and the thought in Shen Du's mind emerged so clearly——

What is even more regrettable is the monk himself.

How could such a good-looking monk be dumb?