Poor Monk

When he was thinking about saying this sentence, Shen Du had already found ten thousand high-sounding reasons for the monk in his heart.

For example, if he breaks the emptiness precept, he will definitely be punished in the future;

For example, there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the fact that he saved himself without telling everyone will surely come to light, and then all the troubles in the world will come to him;

For example, there are more suffering beings waiting for him outside Tianji Temple;

……

It's just that after this sentence was actually said, all the reasons that were originally intended to persuade the monk turned into iron sand and ice slag, stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

It seemed that if he said any more words, he would break something in his heart.

So Shen Du realized it all at once.

Even though these ten thousand reasons are true, there is only one reason that really prompted him to issue such a shocking invitation.

That is, he thought.

I have some thoughts about this dumb monk that I shouldn't have, so I hope he can abandon his original sect and join him in wandering the world.

Whether it is wind or rain.

When the weather is good, you can go boating on the lake together and enjoy the three-autumn osmanthus and ten-mile lotus;

Even if he only has the skills of a three-legged cat, he is not afraid.

He practiced Liuhe Shenjue and is the master of the way of monsters. With him around, who would dare to touch him?He can protect him from life to death.

It's just that all the "such as" and "he thinks" are all "such as" and "he thinks" at present. Before the monk gives his answer, no one knows whether it will come true.

Shen Du sat on the rock engraved with the four characters "Xiao Zi Zai Tian", staring at the monk with that kind of self-possessed gaze, but his mind was a little confused.

Like a wind, and like a cloud.

The monk didn't seem to have expected that he would send out such an invitation, and the fingers that were turning the beads slowly stopped.

Flying waterfalls and flowing springs reflect the light of the sky.

The broken jade-like light and shadow poured on his face and fingertips, making him look as if he was sitting on the lotus platform of the Buddha Kingdom, clean and compassionate.

Shen Du's heart suddenly hung up.

For the first time, he felt that every moment was as long as a Jiazi, and the time was stretched into a seemingly endless path, but it was finally over.

The moment the monk turned his compassionate eyes to him and shook his head lightly.

There was a silent sigh, scattered into the slightly moist air, and then smashed by the roar of the waterfall that suddenly resounded, like the countless water droplets splashing on the surface of the pool, it fell back into the pool and disappeared.

Shen Du's world returned to its hustle and bustle.

He felt a little dizzy, like when he was standing on the highest point of the sky cliff and looking down, he was afraid that he would make a wrong step and fall down again.

He had no memory of when the monk left.

He only knew that when he woke up from that strange dizziness, he was the only one left in this little Zizaitian.

It felt like waking up from a dream.

For a moment, Shen Du didn't even know where he was, how he got here, let alone what he had done and what he was going to do...

Everything is in an unbalanced chaos.

The food in front of me has lost all its warmth.

The monk left the food box behind.

He just stared at it for a long time, slowly lowered his eyes, and finally put away the dishes one by one and put them back. Then he got up and took the food box, and slowly walked out along the old way when he came.

The afternoon sun was surprisingly blazing.

All the mountains and rocks around are glistening white, making people dizzy, and even the surrounding bamboo sea is speechless in the silent wind.

Shen Du felt bored.

When he reached the shore of the lake where he was standing when he came, he suddenly remembered that the Chuihong sword had still fallen in Xiao Zizaitian's place, so he turned back to get it.

At the moment when he touched the sword again, he thought——

Now you can write back to Gu Zhao.

Gu Zhao is a ruthless person.

In his creed of life, there was never the word "waiting", until he met a person named "Shen Du".

He has an excellent appearance, a peerless cultivation base, and an extremely high status.

He can't wait.

"You said, he didn't reply after a few days, could it be that he died in the monastery?"

The high cliff is like a blade touching the sky, majestic and precipitous. Gu Zhao sat down next to the flattest rock on it, flattened the rock, and made it into a chessboard. One fell to the ground.

"The Youzhi Bird flew back two days ago, and I haven't seen it yet..."

"I heard that there was a bit of trouble in the Tianji Temple. Someone broke into the Thousand Buddha Hall the day before yesterday. Shanzai stabbed him with his finger. At least he was seriously injured. The old slave thought, there is a lot of noise around Tianbukong Mountain these days, and he still has the ability to break through the encirclement and break into the Thousand Buddha Hall Yes, I'm afraid it must be Taoist Shen. I can't keep it all..."

Standing beside Gu Zhao was no longer Zhong Shu, but an old man.

He is short, with white hair and a white beard, and he is holding a wooden crutch with a snake head. His face is wrinkled, but his eyes are full of light.

His temples are deeply sunken, and one can tell at a glance that he is a master of internal skills.

At this moment, he turned his eyes away from Gu Zhao's chessboard and looked towards the Tianji Temple in the south direction, his eyes were a little dark.

Gu Zhaozi knew what he said.

only……

"If this is the case, Shen Du will definitely feel uncomfortable now. It's just that I always feel that Tianji Temple will not hide him. In this way, how can he hide from everyone's eyes and ears when he is hurt? Could it be that he shaved his head and pretended to be A monk? Heh..."

In the middle of speaking, the listeners didn't laugh, but he himself laughed first.

The old man showed no expression.

Gu Zhao only caressed the round stone between his fingers, and there was a bit of subtlety in his expression. He paused for a moment before asking: "Not long ago, there seemed to be a bell ringing on the mountain. Can Tong Bo know that it was an accident?" What's up?"

"It's not those people in the Demon Dao!"

Tong Bo laughed, with a little more sarcasm in his expression.

"I don't know who is behind the scenes. A few hours ago, I actually surrounded the front of the mountain gate. I was so lucky that I didn't get beaten back. The news that the old slave found out seems to be that someone was ordered by Pei Wuji to go to the Tianji Temple is pressing people. The leaders are Cui Hong and Yao Qing."

"Cui Hong and Yao Qing..."

Gu Zhao couldn't be more clear about these two people.

One male and one female.

Before Pei Wuji came to power, they were already well-known murderers of monsters. When they were the old masters, they respectively held the positions of Jian Tianya's left and right envoys, and they had not changed for a long time.

According to outside rumors, Shen Duji trusted them, and they also obeyed Shen Duyan.

But not long after, things changed subtly.

That year, Shen Du didn't know which tendon in his brain was cramped. After slaughtering a caravan passing by the demon road, he unexpectedly left behind a 16-year-old boy, who has been raised by his side ever since.

This is Pei Wuji.

That year, there were strange rumors for the first time on the Demon Dao, saying that the ruthless and murderous Daoist Shen was a manly man who had a close relationship with Pei Wuji.

There are too many ugly words.

At the beginning, no one paid much attention to this young man, but who would have thought that after a few years, he is already the left envoy of Jiantianya, who is under one person and above ten thousand people!

The positions of left and right envoys originally divided between Cui Hong and Yao Qing suddenly lost one, leaving only the position of right envoy.So they can only compete on this.

This year you go, next year I go.

But no one can take back the position of Zuoshi from Pei Wuji's hands.

Pei Wuji was raised by Shen alone.

He beat him, scolded him, and taught him martial arts; he insulted him, and taught him tactics; he tortured him, and acquiesced in his position.

So I don't know when, this young man who was lonely and had nothing in his life became the most frightening wolf on the road of demons, with vicious methods and ruthless slaughter.

"Pei Wuji."

Thinking about it, I feel a little headache for Shen Du.

Gu Zhao's eyes, which seemed to be hidden in clouds and mountains, revealed a somewhat strange meaning, but when he touched them carefully, there was an indescribable subtlety.

In fact, he had thought about a certain question in private for a long time.

It is said that Pei Wuji is just a male favourite, he can only rely on lying on Shen Du's bed, with his legs apart, and enjoy himself under him.

But he had met Pei Wuji.

Occasionally, when she lowered her eyebrows, the eyes that stared at Shen Du did not quite match the rumors.

What's even more strange is that when he talked and drank with Shen Du in private, he never mentioned Pei Wuji, not even a name.

"Tong Bo, let's take a look at the situation below. I reckon that even if something happens to him, it will only be two days today, and it won't take longer."

After all, Shen Du has always been a smart person.

Gu Zhao believed that since he had a way to burn incense to lure the Youshi Bird to send a message to him, he must have a way to find out the latest news, or have the confidence to act.

Tong Bo has never been very used to the relationship between his master and the big devil.

But in the final analysis, it may be that she can't get used to Shen Du.

It's just that Gu Zhao had spoken, no matter how unwilling he was, he still had to do things, so he responded, nodded, and went down the mountain with lightness kung fu.

Mountains and haze blowing.

The sun is slanting westward.

Gu Zhao used that simple chess piece to knock on the same simple chessboard, and what came to mind was Shen Du's life, one by one, and he was a little confused for a while: "If you don't kill people, you will die yourself. On the road of demons, where is there anyone?" What kind of favor? Even in this Jianghu, there is still a bit of humanity left..."

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

However, during the period of hiding in Bukong Mountain, Shen Du was given a rare kind of isolation from the world. It is not so much a hiding, but a seclusion from the world.

Nothing in the mundane world can be disturbed.

When I couldn't walk, I thought about escaping this predicament every day, returning to the path of demons, returning to the bloody rivers and lakes that never stops; Get rid of those worries and avoid the never-ending battle of intrigue.

Everything, but because of a monk.

If you don't meet him...

Shen Du thought, even if he was in trouble in Bukong Mountain, he probably wouldn't have such an idea.At most, I will spend a quiet time here, but I will not have any nostalgia for this place and a certain person that I shouldn't have.

As far as the eyes can see, the distant mountains are green and the bamboo sea is shaking.

Shen Du walked back with the food box, and when he saw the bamboo house in the bamboo forest where he had lived for more than 20 days, he suddenly felt an unprecedented hesitation.

He stood for a long time, until the mountain wind blew his body cold, then he stepped up again and walked in.

Arhat bed, small stove, wooden desk, bamboo bookshelf, complicated scriptures, shabby south window...

The food box is placed on the table.

His gaze slowly slid across the new or old scrolls on the bookshelf, and finally fell back into the painting vat, took out the brand new scroll, and slowly unfolded it.

The spring orchids have not yet bloomed, but the butterflies have arrived.

The Buddha is just a person who is surviving the misery in this world, but the miserable person has fallen into another period of misery because of this, and is fascinated by the compassion of the Buddha to help the world.

Shen Du laughed out loud.

He raised his hand and wanted to throw the scroll into the brazier and burn it, but when he was about to throw it away, he realized that he was worthless and was reluctant to destroy it.

"Let's keep it..."

As time passes by, the white horse flickers.

At that moment, he loves that heart; at this moment, he loves this heart.Even if it is a flashy daydream, when I wake up, the traces of alcohol are still there.

Why stop, why stop?

The wide sleeves are fluttering.

In the wind, he took the painting and the sword, and left the bamboo house, his heart was empty, and he just looked at the high Buddha top of Bukong Mountain blankly.

He thought, if he was normal, this crazy idea wouldn't come to his mind.

But rather...

Shen Du is very clear that at this moment, he is not only abnormal, but also has a strange drunken madness: "I should always take the monk and the Buddhist treasures away."