Dazed

The snowflakes are sprinkled freely, the dark clouds are over the bleak small temple in the mountain, the layers of green trees are swaying with the wind, and there is a trace of restlessness hidden in the sound of rustling leaves.

In the simple and low-key small Buddhist temple, Master Yuantong stood in the courtyard with two or three disciples, holding a Buddhist staff, with a peaceful expression, watching the unexpected visitor calmly.

On the round stone table on the left side of the yard, there is a cup of teacup with a faint white air. The bottom of the light yellow tea is settled with finely divided tea leaves, showing a silent gesture of goodwill.

"My Buddha is merciful. We always welcome friends who come to the door. The Lord of Kuhai Cliff came last time but did not show up. The poor monk has prepared thin tea. I wonder if I can give it a try?"

Listening to the invitation first made by the old man in front of him, Cao Jingxing kept silent, only turned his eyes slightly, and looked at the few monks with simple clothes and ordinary appearance in front of him expressionlessly, and suddenly let out a soft hum from the tip of his nose , and then his face sank, the hurricane behind him rose from the valley and roared towards him, and the cries of Yin Yin and Ya Ya came from the mountains and fields like waves, with a huge momentum, rumbling like a mountain falling, shaking the courtyard Several young monks looked strange, looked at each other with fear, and quickly made an attacking posture, staring nervously at the unexpected guest in front of them.

With a cold expression, Master Yuantong stretched out his right hand to stop the rudeness of the juniors in the courtyard. He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the person in front of him made a move first.

Cao Jingxing raised his feet and attacked Master Yuantong who was standing in the middle. A little blood oozes from the middle of his pupils, and his hands are clawed. The sharp claws draw an arc in the air. Master Yuantong didn't expect it. I didn't expect the other party to do it when they said to do it, so I had to dodge in a hurry.

During the hasty fight, he suddenly realized a serious problem. He could hardly match the opponent in terms of morality and magic power. He stopped quickly, stood with his feet together, and made a posture as steady as a pine tree. His eyes were fixed on the figure of Cao Jingxing. The Buddhist staff in his hand gave out a beam of Buddha light with a pestle, which was the mana he had practiced for hundreds of years.

Since ancient times, yin has been defeated by yang, and Cao Jingxing is the master of the bitter sea cliff in the underworld. He still responded without hesitation, the Buddha's light fell on Cao Jingxing's wrapped right hand, and a bright light burst out, he couldn't help closing his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in his hand.

Seeing this, Master Yuantong hurriedly waved his hands, and more than twenty monks in the courtyard received the instructions, and fled neatly into the temple where several Bodhisattvas were enshrined in the middle, and the temple gate was suddenly blown shut by the wind.

As soon as he entered the temple, Master Yuan Tong calmed down and ordered hastily, "Quickly push the stone statues of the Bodhisattva to the four directions of east, west, north and south."

All the monks listened to the order, and two or three people carried one stone statue together, pushed it to the south, west, north, and south, and then put it against the main entrance.

Cao Jingxing was restrained by a beam of Buddha light, he stopped for a while, seeing that everyone was hiding in the temple, he didn't panic, he paced slowly, and stood in front of this dark and forbidding building.

The hurricane suddenly became violent, and it blew away the main entrance of the temple with a bang. The stone statue of Bodhisattva sitting on top of the entrance did not move in the hurricane, revealing the majesty of Buddhism in its eyes. He didn't need to guess, he also knew that the temple was probably surrounded by Buddha statues, making it insurmountable.

Although you can also choose to go straight down from the temple, demolishing the roof of people is tantamount to demolishing the temple, which is too sinful. Cao Jingxing just came here today to find a place to warn this old man who likes to meddle in other people's affairs. Temple, it is not cost-effective to go to King Yama.

In a moment, Cao Jingxing finished thinking, but his face did not change at all. He just stopped his movements, his eyes were calm, and he stood outside the door. The ghosts in the mountain outside the temple were still howling, and the voice was so loud that it shook the mountains a little. Potential.

With the shattering of the temple gate, the fierce cold wind outside the house swept in. The gray beard of Master Yuantong who stood at the front was blown away by the wind. Although the situation is worrying, his face is still calm, not flustered, just slightly clenched the wooden tent in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "My Buddha is merciful. Buddhism has followed the practice of self-cultivation since ancient times, and embraces the meaning of the world. This place has been quiet for a long time, and the poor monk doesn't know, what is it that offended the benefactor and made you so angry?"

Cao Jingxing narrowed his eyes and smiled. Qi Zheng didn't know what he got from him. Now, the old man acted like an outsider, and said, "I'm just here to remind you today, you shouldn't It's best not to meddle in things, otherwise, I can't guarantee when this temple will be demolished."

When Master Yuan Tong heard this, he immediately understood. He couldn't help being surprised at the background of the person who came last time, but after pondering in his heart, he looked upright on his face, looked calmly at Cao Jingxing who was like a ghost, and replied calmly : "My Buddhist sect has followed the teachings of the Buddha since ancient times. I never cause trouble when I shouldn't do anything. Whether it is a demon or an oriental god, they go their own way and never go beyond the boundaries. What the donor should worry about is the Taoism next door. Those who like to meddle in other people's affairs there may also It's not a minority, maybe this caused the misunderstanding of the donor." The voice was loud and clear like Buddhism.

When Cao Jingxing heard the words, he looked at the old man's nonsense amusedly, and even brought disaster to his neighbors. He didn't know how much he believed it, but he suddenly put away the orders issued by the ghosts, and there was a sudden silence in front of the temple in the mountain. The turbulence just now was just a dream.

However, Master Yuantong saw the signal. He lowered his eyes, stared at the ground, bent his body slightly, and muttered the scriptures in his mouth. The surrounding disciples looked at each other, not knowing why.

Cao Jingxing on the other end couldn't help but chuckled, and said: "It might be a misunderstanding. I am the Cliff Lord of Kuhai. When we meet in the future, we have to rely on each other."

Master Yuan Tong just hurt Cao Jingxing, although the other party came first to pick things up, but in terms of character and class, he naturally couldn't stand up, of course he acted like a good boy, and respectfully said: "Don't dare, poor monk, thank you Lord Cliff for your noble hand , when we meet in the future, we must greet each other warmly."

Cao Jingxing showed a satisfied expression, suddenly seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, raised his hand, and left the temple. In the cold small courtyard, there was only tea on the stone table, still calm and calm.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Cao Jingxing hurried back to the dormitory with an unforeseen anxiety on his face, but he didn't expect that when he arrived in the dormitory, the lights inside were dimmed and Qi Zheng was nowhere to be seen.

He was on the road just now, and he faintly smelled the smell of black and white impermanence. These two emissaries who come and go without a trace usually only send some small soldiers and generals out to collect the souls, and rarely go out on their own. The case of the ghost tearing up the new ghost happened, and they needed to bring both the perpetrators back to the underworld for interrogation.

Qi Zheng was born in the womb because of too much yin, the male fetus was misjudged as a female fetus, and was taken away by a ghost when he was a child, and his soul swam around for a while before returning to his body. After doing a business that consumes fortune-telling, his physique is so yin that it can no longer be yin, like a ghost in the underworld. However, his yang energy is not exhausted, and he looks fresh. He is afraid that some little ghost who is too knowledgeable about current affairs will find him. But it's over.

Since Cao Jingxing found out about this, he gradually put his aura of the cliff master on him to protect him from being accidentally torn apart by some brats, but black and white will appear, it must appear A new ghost with a missing soul.

Although it was extremely possible that it wasn't Qi Zheng, Cao Jingxing couldn't help worrying, and after realizing the aura on the road, he rushed back to the dormitory.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the destination, the person who was supposed to stay inside disappeared. Cao Jingxing was very dissatisfied, and an uncontrollable anger rose up. There was a cloud of yin around him, and his pupils gradually diffused a little. Scarlet, just when he was about to return to the underworld, a surprised question suddenly came to his ears, "Why are you standing at the door, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Cao Jingxing turned around quickly when he heard the words, and questioned someone who was late in front of him, "Where did you go?"

"Library." Qi Zheng gave him a strange look, walked into the house, turned on the light at the door, and said, "What's wrong? You're so scared"

He thought Cao Jingxing was in some urgent situation, his eyelids had been twitching non-stop since it was dark, and his eyelids were about to cramp. They said that the left eye was rich and the right eye was troubled, and he felt that there was something wrong with the two twitching together. bad feeling.

"No." Cao Jingxing heaved a sigh of relief, and shook his head. The light in the room was bright, and he immediately noticed a scratch on Qi Zheng's face, which was obviously made just now, so he stretched out his hand nervously, caressing Looking at Qi Zheng's injury, he asked, "How did you get this injury?"

Qi Zheng frowned, turned his body awkwardly, avoided Cao Jingxing's abrupt move, and stretched out his hand to touch it. The wound was already numb by the cold wind, and he couldn't feel any pain. : "It's okay, I guess it was scraped off by a branch on the way back."

Cao Jingxing withdrew his hand and said softly, "It's fine as long as it's nothing."

The atmosphere in the room became a little silent. Cao Jingxing was silent for a while, then brought up another topic, saying, "Did you encounter any strange things on the way to the library?"

"What else can we encounter in school?" Qi Zheng replied, thinking of Cao Jingxing's nervous look just now, he felt puzzled and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Cao Jingxing stood by the window, the thin light outside the window illuminated a bit of the night scene, the snowflakes slowly floating in the air brought a cold breath, as time went by, the night became denser, the snow fell bigger and bigger, layers upon layers , scrambling to be the first, fell to the ground, muddy all over the ground, as if to cover up some traces.

"It's snowing outside." Cao Jingxing sighed while shaking his head with a trace of puzzlement on his usually calm and at ease face.