That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

"No! Only a few people died the day before yesterday, if you do something again, you will be discovered!"

It was nearly midnight, and Mikihara had gradually quieted down after the dinner was over. In the dark corner between the bushes and the corner of the wall, there was a whisper of a person who almost roared.

"It's because you didn't do well that people found out. Who is to blame? He can't wait, you have to find me another life tonight!"

The other person's voice was very low, as if it had been deliberately modified, a bit like the hoarse and desolate jackdaw at dusk.

"Do you have to force me at this time? Someone is going to kill me! The day before yesterday I leaked my traces by taking Yangshou. This is Mikihara, with thousands of eyes. If I are exposed, you will have nothing! "

"What? You're threatening me?" The man's hoarse voice didn't change much, but somehow made people feel an imperceptible oppression and anger. "You found me a life-extending Yangshou in an orderly manner, and I will guarantee that you will be respected and respected by others. This is what we agreed at the beginning. You promised to do things for others to attract this dirty water, and now you are being pursued What does killing have to do with me?"

"But that person is..."

"I don't care who he is! The disaster you caused has nothing to do with me. He can't wait too long, I only allow you two days, if you can't find Yangshou to continue his life, I will take your life to continue his life Come on! And..." The lush leaves in the bushes shook slightly, and the man moved his body, revealing the shadow of half his head on the corner of the wall.

"Don't fool me with the life expectancy of those who are about to die!"

After the voice fell, without waiting for the other person to respond, the half phantom on the wall disappeared out of thin air.

Si Huai, who was hiding behind the tree, turned his head and glanced at Wu Nian, and saw that he also had a surprised expression, his brows were furrowed even tighter, and he ran to the place where the sound came from, pushing aside the thorny bushes, but I found that there was nothing there except the fallen leaves that had accumulated for a long time, as if the whispered dispute between the two just now was just an auditory hallucination in the middle of the night, and it didn't exist at all.

Wu Nian quickly followed up, saw that it was empty, turned around and pushed aside the bushes on the other side, the sharp thorns made a mark on the back of his hand, but he didn't notice it, he bent his body and got into the bushes, After a while, he came out with a torn paper kite in his hand.

"Disappeared out of thin air, are these two people demons or ghosts?"

Wu Nian shook his head and didn't answer his words. He fiddled with the broken paper kite in his hand, and hung it on the branch casually.

Whether it's a demon or a ghost, it's obviously not the paper kite in his hand.

The place in this corner is too remote, and the disciples of the Sheng family who are on duty at night will never come here. If the two of them hadn't intentionally avoided crowded places and walked along this path, they would never have bumped into someone talking behind them. Well, at this moment, no one caught a broken kite that had been dropped for a few years, and no one would believe it if it was told.

Si Huai sighed, relieved the distressed look on his brows, raised the small paper bag in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's getting dark, and there's nothing to wait here, let's go back early, little one." The monk is still hungry in his room."

For tonight's banquet, the Sheng family didn't prepare any food at noon, they just boiled a pot of porridge in the kitchen for the disciples to take by themselves. In the blink of an eye, Xiaochen, who was still sick, must have been very hungry.

Wu Nian nodded, and reached out to take the things in his hand, but Si Huai turned around and walked forward one step ahead of him, humming an unknown tune with his hands behind his back, as if he had forgotten the bizarre scene just now the back of the head.

Si Huai is the savior of the young master of the Sheng family, and he lives in the superior guest room with a brocade quilt and a cloud quilt, which is in two directions from Wu Nian's humble guest house, but the direction he is walking now is towards Wu Nian's guest room.

The monk behind reached out his hand to touch his bald head that was a little chilled by the blowing, and hurriedly followed.

I don't know if it was because the incident just now was too inexplicable, but the peace in his heart fluctuated a bit, and the sound of breathing became a bit rough with the accelerated pace.

There was only a weak candle left in the guest room, and the little monk was wrapped up tightly and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

On the table was a food basket containing an empty bowl and a plate of half-eaten pastries.

Si Huai picked up a shortbread and stuffed it into his mouth, and put the small paper bag in his hand on the empty bowl.

"What happened tonight is a bit inexplicable. I don't know if the matter of taking someone's lifespan is true or not. Chen Yi is still a child, so you have to be more careful." According to that person, the lifespan of a dying person is too short. To have a longer Yangshou, it is very likely to pick a sick child.

"Yeah." Wu Nian agreed, and pulled up the corners of the quilt to push Chen Yi down indiscriminately, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned around and took a kerosene lamp by the table, lit the wick with a candle, carefully guarded the flame, brought it to Si Huai and handed it to Si Huai, and said softly: "It's getting late, benefactor Huai should go back to rest earlier."

Si Huai stared at the lamp in his hand, wondering if he was drunk after the cool breeze, but felt that his whole body was hot and uncomfortable, and even his feet felt a little vacant, his head was dizzy for a moment, and he turned around By God, he has already grasped Wu Nian's hand by accident.

Wu Nian subconsciously wanted to hide, took a step back and landed on the bed, so I had to stand still and let him hold it, showing a somewhat helpless look.

That hand was thick and white, with the warmth of the cold night, and a white mark on the back of the hand that was scratched by the sharp thorns showed some red, like a few petals of red plums falling from the snow in winter.

The faint scent of sandalwood penetrated into the tip of his nose, Si Huai lightly rubbed the back of his hand a few times with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "I still like you to call me Qi Zhou."

Under the pulsating firelight, those dark eyes filled with waves of water, clear and ethereal, filled with thousands of thoughts, turning into wisps of lingering tenderness.

A little red mole in the middle of the left upper eyelid looks like a drop of blood, and also like cinnabar dotted with a jade pen. Under the smiling eyebrows, it is so eye-catching that people can't take their eyes off it.

The little monk who was sleeping soundly behind him uttered a raving in his dream. Wu Nian quickly looked away from the man's face, broke free from Si Huai's hand, and recited the scriptures of pure heart several times in a low voice, until the unreasonable feeling in his heart After dispelling all distracting thoughts, he looked at Si Huai again.

"The benefactor was drunk and mistook someone." He said.

Si Huai was already half awake as soon as he grabbed him, a sense of loneliness floated in his heart, he gave a pale smile, clasped his hands together in a salute, and apologized twice, ignoring his hands The oil lamp standing there, turned around and ran out in a panic.

A thin layer of frost fell at night, Si Huai blew the cold wind all the way, returned to the room with a chill all over, and lay down on the bed.

What happened tonight was too thoughtless, and he couldn't tell whether it was the drunkenness of the night, or the longing in his heart turned into a desire for desire.

There was no light in the room, and Si Huai raised his hand to cover his eyes, but he couldn't erase the figures of Lingjun and Wu Nian that appeared alternately in front of him. Like in a cold pool, falling into endless darkness.

When he woke up, he didn't know what time it was, Si Huai got up and rubbed his swollen head, secretly feeling that the Sheng family's drinking had too much stamina.

The door was knocked three times, and a vague figure stood outside the door, not likely to be Sheng Jincheng who would come to him.

Before he got up to open the door, the people outside had already pushed the door open, put a basin of washing water on the table, and wrung the wet towel gently.

Si Huai instantly straightened his back and sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Wu Nian who was hurriedly left behind after he was "frivolous" last night. He was wondering if there was something wrong with him when he suddenly felt Something was wrong with my body, and my lower back was aching a little bit badly.

Wu Nian walked up to him with the towel, his eyes wandered over him, and landed on the hand supporting his waist, his expression became a little more guilty, and the hand wiping him couldn't help being much lighter.

Si Huai grabbed his hand, backed away calmly, took the towel and wiped it carelessly, and then tentatively opened his mouth and said: "Master I Nian, I drank too much last night and didn't mean to offend him. ..."

"Who am I thinking?" He stretched out his hand to touch Si Huai's forehead, and frowned, "Qi Zhou, are you still awake?"

"Qi..." Si Huai paused, looked around, then looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is not the guest room of the Sheng family where he slept last night, and the one in front of him is not the monk Wu Nian.

That monk has been wearing gray monk robes since he saw Wu Nian, and the monk in front of him in magnolia-colored aquamarine is...

"Lingjun?"

"Yeah." The man responded, stretched out his hand to touch his sweaty face, stopped for a while before saying in a low voice: "You're in a trance, did you last night...I was too indulgent last night ?”

"Cough, cough, cough..." Si Huai caught his breath in his throat and coughed violently. He was pulled into his arms by "Ling Jun", and gently followed his back.

Si Huai leaned on the man's shoulder, felt a chill from head to toe, turned his neck stiffly and looked around carefully, only to realize that the tables and chairs in this room were very familiar, vaguely similar to Minghua's 300 years ago in his memory. The monk's house in the temple overlapped together.

"This is Minghua Temple?! Then... where is the abbot master?"

"I'm taking my disciples to class in the morning, are you sleepy?"

No... Si Huai shook his head, leaned over his shoulder and looked at the face carefully, the outline of the brows and eyebrows was indeed the face engraved in his heart, but something was wrong.

Minghua Temple was set on fire by himself 300 years ago, the abbot master was killed by him with a sword through his throat, and Lingjun watched him die with his own eyes...Everything, it can't be one of his drunken ones. field dream.

He stretched out his hand to caress the man's face, and felt warm and firm under his fingers, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Did we drink some wine last night?" Si Huai asked tentatively.

"Yes." Lingjun chanted the Buddha's name, but held Si Huai's hand in his palm, and lightly kissed the cold fingertips. "I was too indulgent last night, which made you tired."

Si Huai's brain hurts intermittently. He and Lingjun did have a good time, but they don't remember such a delicate past between them.

"Last night you asked me if I would like to stay with you for the rest of my life—" Lingjun looked into his eyes, suddenly smiled, and said, "If you like it, we will be like this for the rest of our lives, right?"

A lifetime is too long a promise, he never dared to make it lightly, and never dared to ask Lingjun like that.

Si Huai licked his chapped lips, resisted the urge to hold him back, forced a trace of rationality, and asked awkwardly: "Are you willing to be with me? Then what about your Buddha? You want to save him?" What about the common people?"

Lingjun shook his head with a smile, tightened the hand he was holding, and said, "I just realized today that you are more important than everyone else in my heart."

Si Huai's heart sank, and the steam that rose from his eyes slowly dissipated, and a very light blue circle covered his pupils. The man was stunned when he saw it, and he immediately let go of his hands and stepped back.

"He wouldn't say such a thing, who are you?"

"I am him! I am Lingjun!" The man was still smiling, and the words he said became a little ethereal.

"Who the hell are you?!" Si Huai's eyes froze, a ball of cyan true energy had already condensed in his hands, and he hit the ground heavily, causing a wave of anger.

"I am him! He is in your heart!"

The person in front of him was swept by the air wave and turned into a shattered phantom, leaving only the word "he" hovering in the void.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, the bright sky darkened again, the furnishings in the room were like a mirage, gradually dissipated and receded, and turned back into the guest room of the Sheng family.

Si Huai half-kneeled on the bed, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, his eyes still blue, and looked coldly at the person in the black cloak standing at the foot of the bed.

The man seemed a little surprised that he would wake up from the dream, the hand holding the pen trembled, and the radiant jade pen almost slipped from his hand.

"Why is there no lifespan on your body? Who are you?!"

"You ran into my room in the middle of the night and came to ask me who I am?" Si Huai stretched his waist and stood up, twirling his fingers twice, a folding fan appeared out of thin air, unfolded and turned, revealing the fan The four big characters "Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon" above.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a thing as taking someone's life in a dream? How do you take someone's life, and who do you give the stolen life to?"

The man pressed his lips with his hands and laughed twice, pretending to be mysterious: "Everyone has something that they want but can't ask for. I just added a few strokes to draw these things into a scene." A happy dream, a dream that makes people fall asleep and never want to wake up again. If you don't want to wake up, what's the use of asking for those longevity?"

"Dreams are dreams after all. No matter how perfect your painting is, it is just a phantom of nothingness."

"Didn't you also want to immerse yourself in an illusory dream just now? There are too many things in the dream that you can't get in reality, that's why so many people don't want to wake up. I didn't force them to die, they gave up on their own. A world of pain."

The man twirled the jade pen at his fingertips, lowered his hood, and walked around Si Huai slowly.

"You shouldn't wake up. What you pursue in this life can only be obtained in a dream. Give me your Yangshou, and I can fulfill your dreams in this life for you."

Si Huai shrugged, and lightly waved the fan in his hand.

It is indeed embarrassing for a person who has been dead for hundreds of years to ask for Yangshou.

Si Huai ignored the rest of his sentence, and asked with a half-smile, "If I don't wake up, will I laugh and die in my dream like those people? Mr. Lin?"

The author has something to say: ①The "Haiqing" mentioned in the article is the name of a kind of clothes worn by monks~

The author Jun said that when writing this dream, he already had the scene of driving a real car in his mind hahahahahaha