That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The child named Bao'er was seriously injured. In the middle of the night, he had a high fever and was sobbing in a daze. Wu Nian was a little worried, and stayed by the bed with Bao'er's mother, chanting scriptures for the child to relieve his pain .

Si Huai felt that standing in the house was a bit of a hindrance and bored, so he took the dozing little monk with him and wandered into the fruit forest at the entrance of the village to see if there were any other two missing children or the ghost inside. clue.

In the second half of the night, it was so dark that there was no light at all. The rain had stopped, and the wind was still blowing coldly. Through the thin paper of the lantern, the candles inside were blown flickeringly. The whirling sound of the tree shakes the water droplets from the trees together with the dead branches and rotten leaves.

This piece of fruit forest is next to the mountain. Even in the cold night of late autumn, there are still the sounds of insects and unknown "cuckoo" birds from the depths of the forest, as well as the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs from the village from time to time. Every sound made the little monk shrink back and hide behind Si Huai.

He knows that Chen Yi is timid, but he doesn't know that this little monk has been hunting monsters and ghosts outside with Wu Nian all year round, and has learned some tricks, so how can he be afraid of these ghosts.

But he is only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, and it is normal to be afraid.

But at this time, Si Huai was a little jealous of this twelve or thirteen-year-old child. I think the movements of changing clothes and feeding Bao'er just now were very skillful, and it must have been a habit that tired the little monk from childhood.

A bit of bitterness gradually grew in his heart: If I had returned to this world a few years earlier, would I have been able to watch my own thoughts grow up in this life with my own eyes?Like Lingjun in the previous life watching him grow up.

"Has your uncle always been so nosy?" Si Huai looked at the little monk who was pulling his clothes behind him, deliberately slowed down his pace, and asked such a question without thinking.

Obviously at this time, it is the most important thing to find the person behind the threat to Lin Ying from Meng Pingshan, or to find evidence that he is the black cloak, and then follow the vines to find the person who massacred the small monastery.

But he even agreed to help find the child, even though it is really no small matter for a ghost to rob the child.

"Hmm..." Chen Yi replied in a deep voice, and began to think seriously, "Speaking of it in detail, besides catching ghosts and expelling demons, my uncle has indeed done a lot of nosy things over the years. He helped people find livestock, People who have repaired houses, picked up silver on the ground and took me to wait for the owner to show up, jumped into the river to save people when the water was high, rescued the woodcutter who had stumbled under the hillside and carried him to the town to see a doctor... …Speaking of which, the master in Meiyuan was robbed by mountain bandits on the road earlier, and his uncle rescued him. He heard that uncle can catch ghosts, and later sent someone to invite us to Meiyuan.”

Si Huai listened carefully, imagining Wu Nian doing those things, and couldn't help but slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Six paths of reincarnation took a trip, except for some changes in life habits, it is not much different from the previous life.

If he hadn't saved that Master Mei, he probably wouldn't have been invited to go to the Plum Garden to catch ghosts, and he couldn't have waited for this person at the top of the Town God's Temple that night.

Chen Yi followed behind and couldn't see Si Huai's expression, he only pretended that he was interested and continued to tell a few interesting things, and he was not so scared when he relaxed.

"However..." He paused at the end, changed into a serious tone, and said: "Master uncle said that monks accumulate virtue and do good deeds, no matter how big or small, you should only do your best. To others, it is ' Mind your own business', but it's good that we know we're doing good."

Si Huai glanced back at him, and slightly turned the umbrella in his hand towards him to block the water droplets blowing down from the tree, feeling a little relieved for Wu Nian in his heart: this child has enlightened very quickly.

"Ah—" The little monk behind him suddenly screamed, the hand holding Si Huai's sleeve tightened a little, and he stood there trembling.

Si Huai thought that he was startled by the sound of falling water again, and he tugged on his sleeve several times before turning around and following his gaze to look at the nearby tree.

It was a tree species he didn't know. It was low and rough, and its bark was like a cracked riverbed after a lake dried up in a severe drought. It was drenched by rain and smelled of decay—five bloody scratches. The broken and rough bark exposed the white inside, and the "wound" seemed to be scorched black as if it had been burned.

It was already getting dark, and Si Huai raised the lantern to take a look around, only to realize that they wandered around in this small forest, and came to the place where he and the ghost were circling last night.

Last night he forced him with a fan, and the black shadow circled behind the tree and ran in another direction. The scratches on the tree trunk must have been left at that time, and the blood stains on it must be the person whose head was scratched child's blood.

Opening a hole in the head, and scratching the thick bark so that the "bones" can be seen, the cultivation level of this ghost is probably not low.

Si Huai remained silent for a long time with a sullen face, and seeing that there were no traces of the other two children in the forest, he led Chen Yi back...the soles of his shoes were covered with yellow mud after walking all night, so he had to go back and change them.

The sky was not yet bright, and the drizzle started again. Si Huai and Chen Yi wandered around in the woods for half the night, and the clothes they changed were mostly wet again. The cool morning breeze blew, and they sneezed one after another.

Residents in the village got up early, and the smoke from cooking breakfast was already rising from the roofs of many people's houses. It was only now that Si Huai remembered that they didn't even eat dinner last night, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand and pinching the space between his eyebrows tiredly. , the pace also slowed down a bit.

From a distance, I saw Wu Nian waiting at the door of Bao'er's house, reciting scriptures calmly, and when they approached, I stretched out a hand, and took Xiaochen who had rushed towards me into my arms, feeling a little doting. Touched his head.

I don't know if he was too tired, but Si Huai tugged at the corner of his mouth but didn't smile.

How much he wanted to open his hands unscrupulously like a little monk and rush to hug him, how much he wanted to be held in his arms and rubbed his head dotingly, but he couldn't.

Wu Nian didn't notice the same thing about him, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Si Huai shook his head, glanced at the extinguished candles in the room, and guessed that the mother and child might have fallen asleep.

"I stayed by that child's side all night, and found that there was... dead breath on his wound." I was afraid that the people in the room were not asleep, so I almost mouthed the last two words.

If the corpse's gas gets on the wound, it will be infected with the corpse's poison. If he hadn't worried about guarding by the side, the child might have died last night.

Si Huai's drowsy head was a little confused for a moment, his brows could not help but frowned deeper, and he said, "I fought that black shadow last night, it was clearly a ghost, how could it have the aura of a corpse?"

The so-called corpse aura is the aura emitted by human corpses after they rot. Walking corpses and fierce corpses will have obvious rotten corpse aura, and ghosts are out of the body. angry.

Unless, it gets breath in a place where the corpse smell is very strong.

Si Huai tapped the fan bone on his waist lightly with his fingers, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to see if I can lure it out."

Si Huai frowned, and was about to ask him what he was going to do when he suddenly heard someone calling them from the next door, turned around and found that Li Feng's family lived next door, and at this time that Uncle Li was standing in the thatched shed He waved at them.

"Master! Young Master! Come over for breakfast?"

I chanted "Amitabha", and was about to refuse, when I heard two grunts, I looked down at Chen Yi with Si Huai very tacitly, squeezed under the umbrella and walked towards Li's house next door .

I heard that the Li family's daughter-in-law cried all night last night, and now she fell into a drowsy sleep. Li Feng was not willing to wake her up, and was cooking breakfast in the straw shed with the lid on.

Uncle Li smiled and led them towards the house, and before entering the house, he heard him shouting: "Old lady, the master I told you about yesterday is here!"

"Master is here?" The people inside responded quickly, and when they entered the room, they saw an old lady with a slightly arched back standing up from the futon while holding a chair.

In front of her was a long and narrow altar table, on which were simply placed a few plates of fruit, a statue of Avalokitesvara was enshrined in a small altar in the center, and incense was offered on a broken clay pot.

Since the death of Monk Lingjun 300 years ago, Buddhism has turned from prosperity to decline. In just two to 300 years, several famous temples have become desolate places, and ruined temples are common in barren mountains and wild ridges. However, it is difficult to see the ancient Buddha in the hidden place in the deep mountain.

In today's small temples, there are mostly homeless people ringing bells and praying to Buddha to pass the day, but there are also sincere Buddhist believers who worship Buddha Avalokitesvara at home, such as this family.

"Amitabha, the donor is sincere to the Buddha, and the Bodhisattva will surely bless you to find your grandson."

"Amitabha, thank you Master for your kind words." Aunt Li nodded with red eyes, turned around and sincerely bowed to the Guanyin statue a few more times.

While talking, Li Feng had already brought breakfast to the dining table, forced them to sit down with a forced smile, and brought several bowls of clear porridge to several guests.

Porridge and vegetarian dishes, plus a bowl of white flour steamed buns, Si Huai looked at Wu Nian hesitantly, worrying about whether the meat monk could eat light vegetarian dishes, when he lowered his head and sipped the porridge, and whispered to Aunt Li about it. Sutra.

Si Huai reached out and took a steamed bun and put it into a bowl of dust. He lowered his head for a moment and smiled with the corners of his mouth. From Shengfu all the way to Xinling, he spent money to drink and eat meat. He almost forgot about it. The monk is an ascetic monk who eats light food.

Li Feng patted his head and smiled, and said: "We farmers usually eat simple food, so please don't dislike it. If you are not used to eating, there is still some meat in the kitchen. I will cook it..."

"No...it's good to eat lightly." Si Huai stretched out his hand and pushed him back to his seat.

"If you are not used to eating, you don't have to settle for it. Although we are just farmers who weave and farm, we are not too poor to get rid of the pot. You and the master are willing to help us, so how can we be harsh on food."

"I really don't need it." Si Huai smiled politely, then changed the subject and asked, "I see that the crops are drying in the yards of every household in this Lijia Village. It must be a bumper harvest this year. This Xinling is a border defense city. Is it possible to live and work in peace and contentment under governance?"

"That's right!" Uncle Li became excited when he heard him mention City Lord Meng, "Since City Lord Meng took over Xinling City, the life of us farmers, hunters, and woodcutters has been much better than before. The harvest was not good, the city lord not only refused to ask us to hand over the grain, but also gave us the grain looted from the enemy!"

"Bao'er's father next door was conscripted to serve as a soldier, and people from the City Lord's Mansion come to send money and food to their family every year." Aunt Li added.

"Speaking of which, City Lord Meng came to our village before he became the City Lord. At that time, hundreds of enemy men chased them and more than a dozen of them were killed by the City Lord's plan. The figure of the tall horse How mighty and mighty! Speaking of which, the gentleman next to him is also a good-looking talent, thanks to his good strategy..."

Uncle Li spoke vigorously, and tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, as if he was going to talk about something important. Li Feng smiled, greeted the others to eat, and let him talk to himself.

Si Huai just sipped his porridge with a little bit of food, occasionally responding to the old man's high-spirited gaze.

Sheng Lanchu also said that Meng Pingshan once had a counselor, but he disappeared before his feat of killing tens of thousands of enemy troops under the city gate. Later, the lord of Xinling City shocked the court, but no one had heard of him and followed him. Which strategist.

After breakfast, the rain outside stopped again, and the rainwater fell down the eaves into the wooden barrels filled with water, making a clear tick-tock sound.

Li Feng led them to an empty room for them to rest. They were tired after not closing their eyes all night, so they didn't refuse. They took advantage of the time when the host's house was out to work, and lay down on the bed with their clothes on.

Sleeping was not necessary for Sihuai, but he was just tired, lying on the bed and listening to the long breathing of the person beside him, his drowsy mind became sober.

He turned over lightly, resting his head on his arms, watching Wu Nian quietly.

This monk was born with delicate features, whether it was 300 years ago or now, he is always good-looking, even when he is asleep, he looks gentle.

A long time ago, he felt that the monk's lips were very red, as if all the blood in his body was congealed on them, so he could have another thought in his heart just by looking at it——

By accident, Si Huai leaned over and pressed his slightly pursed lips lightly, and they left immediately.

The author has something to say: the previous plot is going too fast and the head is bald, let’s go through the feelings in these chapters hehehe~~ sneak a kiss with mua~~