Encounter

Xia Yuming groaned again hearing his own voice and almost cried, the so-called willows and flowers come alive in a desperate situation refers to this.

He tremblingly looked towards the rest of the green land. There were no insects or birds on the trees. Under the dark red sky, the dark green leaves were stained with blood and appeared lifeless black. He stretched out his hand , seemed to want to touch the brown bark, but just as it was lifted to the chest, it was held by the monk just now.

Xia Yuming trembled, and the warm touch came from his fingertips. This long-lost unfamiliar touch made him feel goosebumps all over his body.

He can touch something.

Such a change made Xia Yuming ecstatic, he lost his composure and touched his face and slapped himself, the pain spread from the first layer of his cheek, it was hot and truly terrifying.

Xia Yuming was so happy that he almost lost his mind, he didn't know how to react for a while, he just stood there and giggled, looking at this vivid world, dizzy.

After a while, when he calmed down, he greeted the monk in a daze. At this time, he didn't care about the strange appearance of the monk. Even if he knew it in his heart, he couldn't be as alert as usual.

Xia Yuming was really overjoyed, the days when there was no sound, no sense of touch, no feeling of fatigue, everything was nothingness, almost drove him crazy.

Even if there are mountains of swords and flames ahead, even if the people in front of him have ulterior motives, Xia Yuming can no longer be vigilant and refuse.

He followed the monk into the temple, he didn't want to live the life before.

"I see that the benefactor has a lot of blessings, and he is not a treacherous person. How did he end up in this endless hell?"

The monk was an old monk with a bald head, white eyebrows and beard, and wrinkled skin on his face. He squinted his eyes when he smiled, looking very happy.

"I think the master is also a good person who does good deeds and accumulate virtue. How did he come here?"

"Young man, you have sharp teeth."

After speaking, the monk laughed loudly and did not bring up this question again.

This temple is not big, and there are some thin grass plants on both sides of the road. A sheep farm path paved with stone slabs winds and diverges to a remote Zen room behind the Daxiong Hall of the same township.

Xia Yuming has not been to many temples, his parents are staunch atheists, or they are staunch atheists in front of him, they disdain the theory of ghosts and gods the most, and naturally they don't encourage him to go to such places.

It's just that even though he didn't go there many times, he knew that the layout of real temples should not be like this.

"The benefactor will live here after that."

"Thank you, Master."

After the old monk brought him to the meditation room, he saluted him again, turned around and closed the door for Xia Yuming, and left without saying much.

The meditation room was simple and there was nothing in it except a small wooden bed. Xia Yuming heard the creaking sound of closing the door, and suddenly felt tired looking at the bed, his eyelids opened and closed, and his body sank to that bed.

When he fell down, the closed door behind him opened at some point, and the old monk who had just left was standing at the door. The sky outside the door was no longer the dark red that Xia Yuming saw, but a normal gloomy sky. Under the white and gray sky, the sparse grass in the small yard was transformed into low sycamore trees, and the green branches and leaves of the sycamore trees stretched overhead.

The old monk no longer had a smile on his face, but his brows were still compassionate and gentle. He sighed and said nothing, just stood outside the door and looked at the sleeping person inside.

Fanxi, who was reluctant to leave at Xia Yuming's house, seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stood up, his eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the room where another demon was sleeping.

"uncle?"

Fanxi didn't answer, but just watched the door not move.And the old monk from another world seemed to feel something, waved his hand upwards, and the breeze drifted by, and there were ripples shaking like water on the entire temple.

"I thought it was just an ordinary person..."

"Xia Yuming's parents in this life shouldn't let him touch anything related to spells. He should be an ordinary person?"

"Yes, it should be..."

Fanxi stumbled in and walked to Shen Mo's bedside. He burst out laughing for a while, and murmured that it was a surprise while laughing.

Bian Qiu was very curious, stood beside Fanxi and stared blankly at his former uncle, but didn't continue to ask questions.

At the same time, the old monk standing outside the door began to walk into the room. Every step he took, his appearance changed a little, from bald head to white eyebrows, and when he walked to the bed, he had become He has the same appearance as Xia Yuming.

"I used to teach him that people shouldn't tell lies, but occasionally they should be tactful. When necessary, they can't tell the truth without hiding anything. Unexpectedly, he used it on himself."

The old monk reached out and touched Xia Yuming's forehead, "He gave me back after all."

Thoughts flocked to the monk standing in front of the bed with light from between his brows. The old monk had gentle eyes, full of compassion.

Xia Yuming is a small piece in this big game of chess, even if he is not dull or even a little smart, he can't help himself from walking or stopping, and he can't even see a small piece of the chess game from a distance, let alone a piece of it. The whole big picture.

Struggle is useless, compromise is helpless, he understands the life, the more chaotic and painful.

In front of him is a road of thorns and thorns that cannot be seen clearly, and around him are flesh and blood relatives full of murderous intent.

It's not that he has no resentment, but he just understands how cruel this world is.There is no should, only fighting.This is the natural world, this is the biological chain, it is the education he has received since he was a child, and it is the most objective natural law that cannot be changed.

He is alone, walking in this world, standing alone, confused, not knowing why to live, not knowing how to live, self-loathing.

The old monk withdrew his hand and shook his head, looking calmly and sadly at the person sleeping on the bed, "Everything in the world, after all, is caused by some kind of cause, and what kind of result is produced, if you think you can get rid of this cause and effect by holding power, how can you do anything wrong in the world?" There are such good things.

What other people owe you, after all, they still have to pay you back.

Those who have done evil also have their own karma.

It's not that we don't report, it's just that the time has not come. "