That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Emperor Kangyou never mentioned the matter of drinking blood for longevity, but Lingjun and Si Huai did not plan to stay in Kyoto for a long time. After being forced by the abbot of the Huguo Temple to stay for two days to discuss Buddhism, the two took a boat to Huai If there is a water monster in the upper reaches of the water, go from Dezhen.

The Huai River is a large river formed by the confluence of meltwater from the snow-capped mountains of thousands of feet. Several mountains have formed a continuous mountain range. Several villages and towns have been built at the foot of the mountains, and Congde Town is one of them.

The folk customs of the town are simple and honest, the mayor learned that the eminent monk was coming to eliminate the demon, and he led the townspeople to greet him at the entrance of the town early on. Unexpectedly, the eminent monk bought one and got one free. The townspeople who were stuck at the entrance of the town immediately turned around and went home, intending to bring out the best food at home, so that the two of them could eat and drink enough to catch the demon.

Lingjun has encountered many things in his travels, and it is probably the first time he has seen such a battle. He shook his head helplessly, and asked the mayor to tell them not to waste so much trouble, and led Si Huai to the Water Demon's house. Where the incident happened.

The so-called water monster is second to none.One is that someone drowned here, and after the death, the body sank to the bottom of the river and turned into a water ghost that harmed people; the other is that there are some aquariums in the waters here who have cultivated to be spirits, and only high-level spirits can stir up some monsters. movement.

Monk Lingjun casually placed the burden on the ground, opened the burden and found a few pieces of unwritten yellow talisman paper, bit his own finger and drew a few lines on the talisman paper, then raised it to let the blood dry , said to Si Huai: "Light the torch and burn the talisman paper to ashes."

"Ah?" Si Huai was stunned for a moment, then he understood immediately, put his two fingers together and swiped a few times in the air, flicked a blue light and burned the talisman papers to ashes, and then pushed out a wind to blow the talisman Ashes were scattered on the river.

The surface of the Huaihe River bubbled a few times like boiled water, but it stopped quickly and flowed calmly to the middle and lower reaches.

"It's not a water ghost. It's a river monster over there. I don't know what kind of water tribe has cultivated into a monster."

Lingjun approached the river and looked down through the clear water, but the river bed upstream was not shallow, and there was not much to see, the bottom of the river was muddy, and no one knew what was hiding there.

"Master, come in, don't be dragged down by the monster." Si Huaiji said flatly, pulled Lingjun in, and plunged into the river amidst the exclamation of the villagers who came to watch end.

Si Huai practiced in the dark bottom of the water since he was a child, unless the spirit can cultivate to the realm of gods and Buddhas, there is really no need to worry too much.

Even though he knew this in his heart, Lingjun silently recited a Buddha's name, clasped his palms together and began to chant.

Not long after, there was movement in the water, a black figure slowly approached the river bank, startled by something chasing after him, and quickly swam towards the center of the river, like a flying sword inserted into the water, slightly After passing a water mark, it caused a series of ripples.

Suddenly, a two-person-high water curtain exploded in the center of the river. A red figure leaped into the air from the bottom of the water, the palm of his hand weathered into substance, and quickly swung down into the water. A two-foot-long giant dragon suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water, bit the "man" who was beating and retreating, hit the water several times, and was thrown to the shore.

Si Huai threw it casually, and the townspeople saw something approaching them, so they hurriedly backed away.Among the scattered crowd, a girl didn't know if she was frightened, she stayed where she was, but fortunately Lingjuan reacted quickly and pulled her away, so she didn't get hit right.

"Are you alright, girl?" Lingjun stood in front of her with a rosary in her hand, and nodded slightly.

"No...it's okay..." The girl lowered her head, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Si Huai turned into a human form and fell down from the midair, seeing a group of people kneeling and bowing to him, chanting something fragmentarily, but Si Huai didn't hear the monk who walked straight to the side, and his tone was a bit uncomfortable Joyfully called: "Lingjun!"

"Solved?" Lingjun turned his head and leaned over slightly to look behind him, "Hey! What a big fish!"

Seeing that there was no strange expression on his face, Si Huai's expression softened a little, and he ignored the girl who ran away with her head down, and said to herself, "It's a fish demon that has just transformed into a human form."

Si Huai paused for a while, and waited for the mayor to come over, then continued with a serious tone: "Spirits with low cultivation bases are afraid of being caught and beaten back to their original forms by cultivators, so they hide themselves very well. It’s not unreasonable for the fish demon to cause chaos in the Huai River only after cultivating human form in recent years. Dare I ask the old mayor, this kind of fish is a species that Dezhen has been fishing for this year?”

The old mayor looked in the direction of his finger, and his white eyebrows twitched together, "It seems to be, but not so big, usually only an arm long, the fish tastes fresh and tender, and it is very easy to sell."

"This is the source of the disaster. This kind of fish is quite special. It will return to the shoal at the foot of the mountain every summer to produce. It happens to go back and forth twice from here in spring and autumn. The location of this town is good, and you have to go back and forth. Cast nets once in spring and again in autumn, and those below also learned to cast nets to catch fish, and almost wiped out the entire group, how can people not hate you?"

"This...we don't know about this. Fish are for eating. There are always so many of them. How can we eat them all?"

"..." Si Huai turned his head and glanced at the dying big fish, and suddenly regretted beating him back to his original form.

"Amitabha." Looking at his expression, Lingjun knew what he was thinking, saluted the old mayor, and said: "Everything is born with spirit, there is no life, it is born to be eaten. Everything is balanced , predation can prevent overpopulation of species, but overkilling is likely to lead to disasters.”

What the eminent monk said naturally made sense, the old mayor nodded in a daze and said "yes", and confirmed several times that the fish demon would definitely not harm anyone again, so he was relieved.

The mayor also wanted to lure the two of them to a small square in the town for dinner, and asked him to give some advice to the townspeople along the way, but Lingjun politely refused on the grounds that he would not eat in the afternoon.

Lingjun had a flawless heart of compassion. He didn't criticize the townspeople, but it didn't mean he agreed that it was right to kill fish.Therefore, when he refused the hospitality of the townspeople, Si Huai naturally wouldn't join in for the fish on the table.

It's just that although Lingjun said his goodbyes, he didn't leave Congde Town immediately. Instead, he led Si Huai around the remote path while everyone was eating in the small square under the scorching afternoon sun.

Si Huai couldn't figure out what Lingjun was thinking, so he just followed him silently, and suddenly heard someone calling "Master, Master" as he walked, and when he looked up, he saw the wall of a house on a short slope. Half of her body protruded from behind the fence, waving shyly at the two of them. It was the girl who was almost hit by the river not long ago.

Afraid that Lingjun would leave, the girl told him loudly to wait, while carrying an embroidered skirt, she came down the stone steps, handed over a basket of wild fruits, and ran away embarrassedly.

"The master's appearance is good, and the little girl likes it."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lingjun glanced at him, and pinched his hand reaching into the basket to take the fruit very accurately, flipped it over, and the sleeve slid down his arm, revealing the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

A small white whistle is strung with a red string on the Buddha's head, which looks like some kind of bone.

"what is this?"

Si Huai paused for a moment, then threw the pretty girl behind a treetop, and carefully glanced at Si Huai. Seeing that there was no sullen expression on his face, he took off the small bone whistle, and twirled it around his fingertips. Transformed into a bone flute about six inches long.

"I saw in the "Tibetan Scriptures" that Tibetans made bone flutes from the wing bones of vulture eagles, and they played them when they were nomadic or in ceremonies. I probably remember the pictures drawn in it. I finished eating on the mountain that day. After the eagle meat, I took away a wing bone and made it myself, but I didn't expect it to be done. But I was afraid that you would be angry when you saw this bone, so I had to use the shrinking spell to turn it into a small bone. The item is hanging."

Little dragon cub is promising... Lingjun felt annoyed and funny, shook his head helplessly and continued walking forward.

"I've never heard that you can play the flute. Does it look good?"

"Master Lingmian is proficient in music theory. He taught me to play the flute, and he also taught me how to play the flute. It's not difficult to learn how to play the flute." Si Huai said this, as if he had become a master of music theory. The flute spun for a while at the fingertips before returning to its original position.

Master Lingmian is also Lingjun's brother. He is in charge of the Sutra Pavilion and the Buddhist Music Pavilion, and teaches his disciples to sing Buddhist music and Buddhist musical instruments. He is in charge of the Buddhist music for ceremonies and pujas.Si Huai often went to these two places, and he was acquainted with him. It was okay when he was a beginner, but he lost his mind after a long time. He suddenly became interested in seeing those eagle bones that day, so he came up with such a small thing. thing.

Lingjun was well aware of his little patience in learning, so he didn't puncture him, and continued walking forward without saying a word.

In the afternoon, the sun gradually turned to the west, and the rows of houses cast a shadow, which became more and more shady as we walked. Seeing the person in front walking into the deep alley, Si Huaicai finally couldn't help asking: "We are going to where?"

The footsteps followed the voice and stopped at the door of a family, and the black wooden door showed some signs of decay.

"Here we are." He replied, and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was an old man in his 70s, with white hair and pale face, but his face was radiant. He was not surprised to see people coming, and he turned sideways to let them in.

The old wooden rattan recliner was still shaking. The old man stretched out his hand to stabilize it, then took the fruit basket from Lingjun, opened the curtain on the inside and entered the backyard.

There were all kinds of weapons hanging on the wall, which looked like a weapon shop. Si Huai looked through them one by one curiously, and glanced at the backyard with the curtain hanging from time to time. A small shed was built and a lot of utensils were placed outside.

"This old gentleman is an old friend of mine who is good at forging weapons. Many Buddhist and Taoist monks' weapons come from him. Someone once asked him for a weapon with a lot of money. He has a high reputation. Back then I reforged the Bijue Zen Staff He helped me when I was there."

When Si Huai heard the word "weapon", his eyes brightened a little, and his impression of the old man immediately improved, and he asked, "Then we are here to buy weapons today?"

"If you have a destiny with this weapon, it doesn't matter if I give it to you." The old man's hearty laughter came from behind the curtain. He was holding a wooden box half a person's height in his hands, trying to rub the piece with difficulty. The covering curtain comes in.

"I'll come!" Si Huai quickly took the wooden box and put it on the table, looking up at Lingjun expectantly.

"Open it and have a look. I've only heard that the little dragon can ride the clouds, ride the fog, and call the wind and rain, but I didn't expect it to be a handsome young man, and I don't know if it suits my heart." The old man hammered his sore waist with his hands behind his back, and walked over with a smile.

The wooden box was still very new, Si Huai gently opened the lid, and a faint radiance overflowed, reflected in his pitch-black pupils, as bright as stars in the sea.

It was a blue sword with a whole body, so blue that it was somewhat translucent, as if it had condensed into solid water. The body of the sword was so smooth that there was almost no trace of pattern, but there was a majestic mountain scene carved on the hilt. Two inches below the handle, the word "Shanhe" is engraved in Sanskrit.

"The name of this sword is 'Shanhe'." Seeing his hand resting on the two words, Lingjun explained aloud. "The mountains and rivers are eternal, and the world is prosperous, so the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe."

Si Huai was silent for a while, but still asked out the doubts in his heart, "Whether the master names me or my sword, the common people can't get rid of them. Could it be that the master only pretends to be common people in his heart?"

"There is also the Buddha." Lingjun smiled, "There is also you, there is the senior abbot, there is my old friend, and there are monks from Minghua Temple and Huguo Temple... But everyone, even myself, are like this." As one of the mortal beings in the world, I eat fast and recite the Buddha's name all my life, not for the sake of my own cultivation, but for the peace and happiness of all people in the world."

"Do you know why he has great merit?" The old man took the words with a smile, "He has crossed people and demons in his life, traveled in the world, saved people in wars, and rescued children who fell into the river. Dog, it is admirable to do good deeds. Old man, I have long since quit doing such labor-intensive things. It was this little monk who sent several letters begging me in a row, which made me have a bad life for years. Counting the days to forge a sword for you."

"Chinese New Year?" Si Huai turned his head and glanced at Lingjun, and understood immediately.

The night before leaving Minghua Temple, Lingjun asked him what weapon he wanted, but it turned out that he had asked someone to forge a "mountain and river" for him.

"Qi Zhou." Lingjun looked back at him with a very serious expression, "You are the only dragon in this world, born by the destiny, and solved the drought as soon as you came into the world, and you are admired and loved by the people, whether it is you Your name, or this mountain and river, it is me, the people of the world, who place their hopes on you."

Si Huai nodded heavily, and stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword. The Shanhe sword was in full bloom, trembled twice and let out a low moan, broke free from his hand, and flew wildly in the small room. He plunged out of the door and disappeared without a trace when he chased out.

"Don't worry." The old man patted Si Huai's arm and said, "Every weapon has a weapon tomb. The moment they find their master, they will return to the tomb to cultivate their spiritual energy and come out when called. If you If you are willing to carry it, it is also possible."

"But... how do I call it out?"

"Hey! This is your business, old man, how would I know? Didn't it tell your heart when you touched it just now?"

"My heart?" Si Huai turned his head to look at Lingjun in some confusion, and then at the direction where the sword he just got disappeared. A few words to him—

The mountains and rivers are eternal, and the world is prosperous.

If the common people in the world are what he wants to protect, he will use this sword of mountains and rivers to give the living people a stable mountain and river.

It's just that he never thought that he would use the Mountain and River Sword in the end to cut off his life and death.

The author has something to say: When Si Huai met the reincarnated Wu Nian for the first time, he mentioned that the names, rosary bracelets, etc. were actually things that happened when he was young. Don’t think I’m injecting water haha*^_^*

Then there may be cuties who feel that the character of the monk is different from the copywriting. The original intention of the scumbag author is that both parties are more honest and gentlemen when they meet at the beginning, and they will naturally make progress later on *^_^*

I’m going to the second volume soon. The data in this article is not ideal but I will finish the coding carefully. Give me more motivation in the comment area, love you all *^_^*