Poor Monk

Why did you let Pei Wuji go?

On the way away from Bukong Mountain, Yao Qing had this question in his mind, and he couldn't figure it out no matter what.Pei Wuji is no longer the young man that no one could beat. He knows almost all the secrets of the demon way, he knows them well, and he has good martial arts, not to mention that Shen Du even gave him a knife.

Letting him go is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

But even if she wanted to ask, she couldn't ask, because Shen Du's expression was as usual, as if what she did was the same as asking Pei Wuji to go to a certain place for business, and she didn't do it in full view Such a shocking act.

Everyone has always known that he has an unusual relationship with Pei Wuji.

But that's all I know, it's the first time I've seen it with my own eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely delicate.

Shen Du didn't care at all, he just sat down on the rock by himself, looking at the surrounding mountains and forests as if he didn't think about anything.

He didn't get up and mount the horse until the horse was finished drinking and everyone repaired.

On this side of the demon road, continue on your way.

Shen Du is in the middle, Yao Qing and Cui Hong each drive a horse on either side of him.There is no one in the mountains, and no one speaks in the road. Except for the sound of horseshoes startling some birds, the empty mountains are silent.It wasn't until I climbed over the two mountains in front of me that I saw the village in the distance.

There was the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures from the mountain road ahead.

"Bai Hao first points directly to the east, and the Beidou looks at the ancient Taoist temple to the south. A sentence comes from the west and is sent back, and the burning lamp is only in the center..."

It seems to be reciting, and it seems to be humming.

His voice was a little muddy and old, and he couldn't hear much Zen, but he was a little bit at ease in the market.

When Shen Duzha heard the sentence "One sentence from the west is still sent, and the lamp is only in the middle", he reined in his horse suddenly and looked towards the mountain road where the voice came from.

It is a road that slopes down from a high place.

There are thorns on both sides of the road, which looks rough. A little old man with a bundle of firewood on his back used a stick as a crutch while walking, shaking his head and muttering in his mouth, but he didn't notice anyone below.

"Daoist, what's wrong with this person?"

After staying in the Dao of Monsters for many years, although Yao Qing really didn't see that the little old man had any martial arts, but when he turned his head and saw the expression on Shen Du's face, he felt that there was something wrong, so he pressed the button. The skin bag of the hidden weapon at the waist.

But Shen Du only waved his hand to the crowd behind him, got off his horse and walked towards the little old man.

The little old man kept walking, and finally saw the person.

He lived in the village below, and there was no firewood at home, so he went up to the mountain to collect firewood. Unexpectedly, he saw a group of people crowded down there, and almost fell down in fright.

"Old man." Of course, Shen Du didn't mean to embarrass him, but just smiled and said to him, "We just passed by here, but when we passed by just now, I heard you chanting, I don't know which passage of Buddhist scriptures you are chanting, what is the meaning of it?" allusion?"

"Hey, if you startle the little old man, think something happened."

Seeing that he wasn't murdering and robbing, the little old man felt relieved, wiped the sweat off his brow, and smiled.

"It seems that you also came to Bukong Mountain to worship Buddha, right? Haha, little old man, the passage I just read is called "The Lonely Song of Buddha Recitation". I heard from Master Shanzai that it was in that record. As for the allusion, I I’m not quite sure. The Master first taught us how to read, and said that we will not talk about it until we come down the mountain.”

Goodness...

Shen Du originally thought that he was far away from the name, but he never expected to hear it again under such circumstances, and was in a daze for a moment.

When I came back to my senses, I asked: "Then can I ask for advice, how to talk about the whole article?"

It was probably the first time someone asked about something related to Buddhist scriptures, and the young man in front of him was extremely good-looking, so the little old man didn't doubt anything, and with a smile on his face, he talked about this article with him with great interest. Come.

The first part is:

Baihao first points directly to the east, and the Beidou looks at the ancient temple in the south.

A word from the west is also sent, and the lamp is only lit here.

The glaze around the hall is extraordinarily bright, and the seven layers penetrate the four corridors.

Pilu flicked his fingers open and closed, and the flowers fell everywhere.

Thousands of words are always idle, who can break through three barriers with one arrow?

On the first day, the glass mirror was heated, and the red stove was lit to cook the snow mountain.

Oddly enough, being called a star in the middle of the night is like a ghost who is afraid of being named.

Just because a quack doctor can't do it, there is a thunderbolt out of thin air.

Why doubt it after seven days?Through three blinks.

The bird's path is so heavy that it can't cry, and it's not worth looking at the other peak to know.

When you come, there is no mouth, the leaves return to their roots, and the lotus fragrance in the fire house does not see the door.

The iron wall and the silver mountain cart are smashed, and the cattle flute sends the dusk.

The wooden fish breaks in three leaps, and the foxtail lion's hair is buried on both sides of the bank.

Go back to the ruins to break the old Cihang, and pass the hemp shoes to see the hero.

The broken mirror throws the ball and always doesn't answer, Mo Yan's head is blind in his head.

There are eighty-four thousand gates in the dust, but one hundred and eighty in the book night.

Waterfowl and woods all chant Buddha, red peaches, green bamboos, yellow plums are ripe.

The savage forgets his clothes, and the streets of Budai are full of sorrow.

Splitting Peng knows that the ashes are not yet dry, and the monarch, ministers, guests and host roll into a ball.

The two wheels do not let the Pearl die, and it is often cold on the top of Jinshan Mountain.

The three sages and samas joined the ten directions, and returned home with tears and tears.

Sludge is always the lotus country, and the nectar is poured into the bottle and the palm is fragrant.

Xilaibaishe is Donglin, and the sound of mountains and streams is buried in ancient and modern times.

Fayan saves his eyebrows and don't ask questions, watching the lotus pond and the qin.

"You have to ask the little old man what all this means. The little old man doesn't understand very well. But later today, Master Shanzai will come to our village to teach and lecture. You have to devote yourself to the Buddha, or else Let’s listen? I just want to talk about this one..."

The little old man recited the scriptures while shaking his head, and asked Shen Du kindly.

But Shen Du standing in front of him, how could he have any other thoughts?

Only when he heard the sentence "The bird's path is so heavy that it can't sing, and you can't see the peak if you give up your life", the whole person's face turned pale; and when he heard him say "The savage forgets the grace of his clothes, and the belly of Budai street is full of sorrow", his heart aches like until "the mud is always the lotus country, and the nectar is poured into the bottle and the palm is fragrant", I feel that the world is getting people...

He was willing to ferry him only out of mercy.

Because "sludge is always the land of lotus flowers", that's all, but such a dirty mass of mud will not become "nectar" in the end, without the fragrance of the palm of the pouring bottle.

Shen Du still remembered clearly that this Buddhist gatha was written in the letter sent from Tianji Temple. At that time, he only knew that the person who wrote the letter was good, but he didn't know that it was him, so he couldn't even read the letter. Without looking at it, he put it aside.

Now it is clear that it has been wrong and time has changed.

He stood alone in the same place for a long time, thinking about how the matter had come to this point, and also wondering if he would have seen the monk's letter earlier and whether it would have changed a little bit, but in the end he couldn't figure it out.

He is still his sin and karma.

The little old man who recited the Buddhist scriptures for him saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and secretly wondered, but there were still people waiting at home, and it was not easy to wait for long, so he muttered a few words, shook his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures, and carried the firewood on his back slowly. Slow down.

"Fayan raised his eyebrows and don't ask questions, watching the lotus pond and the harp..."

After a long time, Shen Du came back to his senses and read aloud.

At this moment, Cui Hong and Yao Qing had already stood behind him.

Cui Hong frowned tightly and said nothing.

The invitation was to worry about him, so he stepped forward and asked, "Master Taoist, are you alright?"

"fine."

Shen Du thought, it's all over.

He laughed, and only stretched out his hand to Yao Qing, saying, "I just want to eat candy all of a sudden."

Yao Qing was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly took out the small candy box and handed it to Shen Du.Shen Du opened the candy box, and cubes of rock candy lay loosely inside the box.

He took one and put it in his mouth.

But when he looked up, he looked at Cui Hong, with a smile on his lips, and said: "Speaking of which, the first time I ate candy when I was young was given by Cui Hufa. I haven't quit this sweet addiction."

Cui Hong and Yao Qing almost watched Shen Du grow up.

Originally, I was on a good trip, but I let Pei Wuji go halfway. I didn’t say anything. When I met an old man, I stopped and talked for a long time. Now I recall the past...

Somehow, it didn't feel very good.

In fact, Cui Hong almost forgot that there was such a period. If Shen Du didn't mention it, I'm afraid it would be buried deep together with other vulgar memories.

He froze for a moment.

When Shen Du said this, he thought of the Shen Du from long ago.

At that time, the Dongfang Halberd had not yet reached Jiantianya, and Shen Du, who was reluctant to kill even ants, was still the young master Shen who didn't seem to grow up in the demon way. The way he looks at him is always weird lately.

Cui Hong, who knew everything, forgot what she said.

He only remembered that he told a lie, and then gave Shen Du a box of candies, and within three days, he brought back the Dongfang Ji from the foot of the mountain. From then on, Shen Du had a senior brother that everyone liked in the demon world.

The old past should have been put in the dust.

Cui Hong raised her head, and only met Shen Du's smiling eyes at the moment, but for some reason, her heart was full of horror!

"Kacha", with a slight crisp sound, the rock sugar shattered in Shen Du's mouth, turning into a sudden rich sweetness.

"Snapped."

He lowered his eyes and took a look, then actually closed the candy box and handed it to Cui Hong.

Not a word.

Cui Hong stretched out her hand, and only saw endless complexity from the bottom of these eyes, as if the old days flowed in a long river, but at the last moment, everything returned to nothingness.

He heard Shen Du's light and fluttering voice.

It was a sudden question: "Uncle Cui, do you still feel that I am not as good as Dongfang Ji?"

The moment the almost taboo name was blurted out on the Dao of Demons, a sense of crisis that swept through life and death surged wildly.

It's just too late to escape.

Before Cui Hong touched the candy box and hadn't had time to remove it, his head left his neck and rolled to the ground with a "boom"!

No one saw Shen Du's sword clearly!

At this moment, his Liuhe Divine Art has reached the perfection level, and the Xuelu Sword is released even more silently, when the blade falls, the head also falls.

The sugar box fell to the ground, and the sugar cubes were soaked in blood, like agates.

Yao Qing hadn't even reacted yet, but he felt that Cui Hong beside him had already fallen down when he was flashed by Xue Lan's sword light.

With her eyes open, she could only see Shen Du in front of her.

Blood was spattered on the cold face, the hostility between the eyebrows and eyes disappeared, but under the calm pupils was an even more terrifying murderous cruelty.

Without wiping his face or sword, Shen Du put the sword back into its sheath casually, without even looking at Cui Hong's dead body with a different head, nor at the scattered candies, only sighed strangely : "Those who want to live can't live, those who can live don't want to live..."

Everyone has heard this.

But at this time, everyone including Yao Qing felt an indescribable fear in their hearts.

Because of the sudden killing between those laughing words just now...

It seems that the strange feeling along the way is an illusion, Shen Du is still the same Shen Du, moody, ready to kill, will never get better, will only get worse.

His robe was still stained with blood, and he didn't care about everyone's expressions, he just got on the horse neatly, and said: "There is no need to collect his body, just leave it as it is."

Those who should see will always see.

After finishing speaking, he was the first to ride his horse and go in the direction of Wufengkou.

The day has passed, and it is gradually slanting westward.

This stretch of vast mountains still maintains a kind of tranquility that seems never to change, except for the occasional flying birds, it is like a still picture.

On Bukong Mountain, all the uninvited guests have gone.

Holding a few volumes of scriptures just copied in his hands, the little novice walked behind Shanzai, with a bit of excitement on his face, unable to hold back his chattering words: "It's the first time I'm going to the village. Well, when the time comes, Master Shanzai will also be teaching scriptures there? Then they will be envious of me, and they will be able to hear Master Shu's lectures again..."

The road at the foot of the back mountain is not smooth.

The monk looked down at the road and walked down, but he just let the little novice babble in his ear, didn't answer a word, and didn't show any expression of impatience.

Maybe he didn't care, maybe he didn't hear it.

At the foot of the mountain is the vast bamboo sea again. The emerald green bamboo leaves are shaking, like pieces of green emeralds are inlaid between the mountains and the ravines.

The path in the forest was covered with dead leaves.

Shanzai looked over and remembered that he hadn't set foot in the bamboo house since the last time. This time, his heart should have been calm, but all of a sudden, those bold and presumptuous swear words of a certain person in the Buddhist hall appeared in his mind, as well as the last Desolate eyes...

The water stopped slightly.

The footsteps that should have been moving forward, in this moment of contemplation and hesitation, have turned in the direction and headed towards the bamboo house in the forest.

He didn't react until he stood in front of the bamboo house door.

At this moment, he wanted to retreat again, but suddenly felt that it was useless to retreat. His original heart was here, and even if he left at this moment, it did not mean that he would not care about it from now on.

It's just that when the door was pushed open, there was a dreamlike illusion——

The house, which had not been visited by anyone for more than a month, turned out to be clean without any dust, and the tables, chairs, beds and beds were all placed as before, as if they had just been tidied up by someone.

On the bookshelf, the scriptures are no longer there, and they are empty.

But there is still a tied scroll stuck in the painting jar in the corner.

Shanzai stood in front of the door, the skylight elongated his shadow, but it couldn't hide his sudden hesitation at the moment.

and also……

trembling.

Ignoring Hongben's doubtful voice behind him, he stepped in, took out the painting from the painting jar, and already recognized that it was the painting that Shen Du painted in the past but he added a few strokes to it.

So I held it like this, and it took me a while to put it on the case.

As soon as the tied string was untied, the slender fingers pushed the painting and rolled it slowly to one side, and the old picture of Chunlan was slowly revealed.

Let everyone open the Wild Chunlan that I don't open.

Give up the orchids and choose the butterflies of the unopened orchids.

and also……

Lying quietly at the end of the scroll, as the frame is opened, the little green calyx Chunlan is finally revealed in front of people's eyes.

Slender stems, half-opened flowers.

A petal of light green is wrapped in the heart of the flower, which is blooming a little but not in full bloom...

It's just that it has been left for a while, and it has lost the flexibility and freshness of when it was freshly picked. When he picked it up with trembling fingers, it was already withered.

"Uncle Shanzai, what's wrong with you?"

Little novice monk Hongben poked his head in from the door, only felt that at this moment, the face of the uncle who enjoys the reputation of "Wisdom Monk" in the world showed a bit of sadness and indiscernibility, and he was a little frightened for a while.

But what responded to him was only the silent figure of the monk holding flowers and bowing his head.