That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Si Huai didn't know when he fell asleep, and had a few fragmentary dreams, but he couldn't remember anything when he woke up. He only knew that there was still a bit of that person's softness in his heart.

Outside were the voices of Li Feng's family talking. It was already dark outside the window. Si Huai got up and moved his aching muscles and bones, secretly surprised that he had slept through the whole day.

He stretched out his hand to explore the place next to him, it was already bright, and he didn't know when the man got up, thinking of his delicate and long breathing during the day, he couldn't help but feel a little warmth on his cheeks, and when he raised his head, Then I saw the little monk come in with a bowl of porridge and lifted the curtain.

Chen Yi gave a strange "huh" and said with a smile, "Master Uncle said you should wake up, and he really guessed it right."

"Where's your uncle?" Si Huai took the porridge bowl in his hand, not entangled with him why he would guess whether he woke up or not, and asked straight to the point.

If he was not sleepy, he remembered that I said this morning that I would lure that ghost out at night.

Chen Yi stared at the small red sandalwood leaf bead string protruding from his wrist, but said nothing, and pointed out the window.

I think I have probably explained it to the people in the village. As soon as Xushi arrived, the candles in the village were extinguished one after another, and Li Feng's family also closed the door tightly, leaving only the sporadic crowing of chickens and dogs barking. Comes from time to time in the dark.

The Buddha bell hanging on the gate of the courtyard was blown by the wind and made a hoarse sound. The great monk stood quietly in front of the door with his hands clasped, his wide robes rustled by the night wind. They both lit two oil lamps, which must have been borrowed by the Li family aunt who worshiped the Buddha. The yellowed lampshades looked old, protecting the faint flames from the cold night wind.

Tonight's sky is also a bit gloomy, the moon hides behind the clouds and reveals half of its face, barely able to see the traces on the ground through the moonlight - Wu Nian drew a magic circle on the open space in front of Li's house with a branch, the formation It is octagonal, with a few strokes of Sanskrit written on each corner, and a big "卍" character is drawn in the middle, but without the luster of Buddha's light, it looks like a child randomly scribbling on the ground.

Compared with recruiting Miss Mei's ghost last time, the posture of attracting the ghost this time is not as grand as last time. At least the cassock I read was not worn out, nor was there a lotus flower in the wooden bowl.

A few talismans painted with cinnabar were honestly pasted on the low courtyard wall, and it seemed that the unclean things hadn't been attracted yet.

Ghosts usually gather in places with heavy yin energy, and sometimes approach living people in order to absorb yang energy. However, various schools of celestial beings have their own methods for catching ghosts. The most common way is to set up spell formations to attract ghosts.

Si Huai stepped lightly and walked towards Wu Nian. Before he could get close, the cold wind blew up, and the hoarse Buddha bell rang faster and faster. The talisman was moving quickly, as if it would be blown off the wall soon.

The voice of my chanting mantra became fast and urgent, the prayer beads in my hands were put on my wrists, and my folded hands flipped twice quickly, the golden Buddha's light flowed out from his palms, and fell to the front one with an outward movement. On the formation, the Buddha's light flowed to every corner of the formation like flowing water, and the golden light flourished in an instant, illuminating the dark night a little bit brighter.

The sound of the Buddha bells, accompanied by the golden Buddha light of the "卍" character in the middle, was in a trance, as if the pure sound of bliss sounded from the distant western sky, hitting Si Huai one after another like a heavy ancient bell, forcing him to hold his heart tightly Take a few steps back.

The ringing of the bell became louder and more urgent, and the speed of chanting became faster and faster, but the ghost I saw last night did not appear for a long time.

The sound of the wind subsided, and seeing a talisman being blown down by the wind, Si Huaishan grabbed the talisman and pasted it back on the wall. The bone flute on the chest changed, and it twirled deftly at the fingertips a few times, and brought it to the lips.

The high-pitched and melodious sound of killing sounded in the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the chirping of insects and birds from the depths of the night, and the barking of chickens and dogs stopped, and everything was silent, only the sound of the flute and the golden Buddha light remained. .

This song is extremely short, and just as the gust of wind stopped, Si Huai's flute sound stopped, Sheng Shengka stopped in the middle of the song, and the rapid ending was drowned in the emptiness of the night sky along with the disappearing Buddha's light.

Si Huai didn't let go of the flute, and looked at the back standing at the gate of the courtyard with some surprise——

Even the Buddhist magic circle and the Sanskrit sound on the bone flute can't attract that ghost?

Wu Nian turned his head and glanced at him, without saying a word, took down the Buddha bell that was spinning on the courtyard gate, walked back a few steps, and jumped onto the roof unexpectedly.

"That ghost doesn't seem to be around here." As he said so, he sat down on the ridge of the roof lightly, for fear of disturbing the rest of the host's house below.

Si Huai also sat down next to him, with his elbows resting on his bent knees, and he twirled the flute to himself, wondering, "If you weren't around here, why did you appear here last night? And you played the flute on a child?" Ruthless?"

Wu Nian shook his head, this is also what he couldn't figure out.

If the ghost cannot be found, the other two children's clues will be broken.

"What if I can't find it?" Si Huai leaned against him, and lowered his voice so low that only the two of them could hear it. "The Li family is relieved knowing that you and Lord Meng will help find it, but if you can't find it, how can you explain it? And the truth you are looking for, no matter whether it is done by Meng Pingshan or not, so many people will ask for it." It also startled another snake hiding in the grass, if he erased the clues, I'm afraid it will be more difficult for you to track down the origin of the cross flower dart."

Wu Nian let out a long sigh, and finally said in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Things are not guaranteed to be accomplished if they are done, and everything should be done as best as possible."

Whether it's catching ghosts, looking for people, or seeking the truth of the past, try your best,

Si Huai looked at his profile and nodded slightly.

Then, the two fell into a long silence, so long that Si Huai thought they were going to sit like this until dawn, but Wu Nian suddenly spoke again, but he had already changed the topic.

"When I was in Meiyuan, I knew that the benefactor can play the Buddhist melody, but I never asked where the benefactor learned it from? Could it be the old man?"

Si Huai didn't expect him to bring up this matter again, so he froze for a moment, stared at the little flute for a while, then laughed out loud, shook his head and said, "It wasn't him, I learned it from another eminent monk. Yes. My old friend knows everything, but he doesn't know the rhythm."

As he said this, the image of Master Lingmian vividly telling him about the incomprehensible rhythm when he taught him Buddhist music appeared in front of his eyes. 300 years have passed with the flick of his fingers, but the memory is still fresh.

"What a coincidence, I am not very proficient in music theory as a monk, so I can only recite scriptures and meditate." Wu Nian responded in a low voice, as if with a little smile.

Si Huai originally thought that he would continue to ask him which temple and which eminent monk he learned from, and even silently scribbled the story in his stomach, but he didn't expect him to lead the conversation back to himself, and couldn't help but follow his voice Looking at his side face.

His earlobes are very thin, and his profile is thin and smooth. If he hadn't been dressed in a monk's robe and had a bald head, no one would have thought that he would become a monk.

"Master picked me up by the river at the foot of the mountain." Wu Nian's eyes fell on the distant nothingness, and he opened his mouth quietly. "At that time in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the river was frozen. I was discarded by the river. It was the master who picked me up. My senior brother was 20 years older than me. There was no food in our small monastery. It was him who In winter, go outside to beg for alms, and get me some rice to cook rice paste."

"I grew up with my brother when I was young. He taught me to read and write, taught me to stick and box, taught me to recognize the runes in books, and made a piano by himself to teach me music theory. But I didn't learn it, but I was thinking about it. Putting up formations to catch ghosts and exorcise demons, I was laughed at by my master and senior brothers, and I will compete with the monks of the Xian family for food in the future."

Speaking of this, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, Si Huai was not willing to interrupt his happiness, and listened quietly with his chin resting on his hands.

"I often go down the mountain with my brother to fetch water and ask for alms. Chen Yi was picked up in the wilderness ten years ago when he went out. At that time, he was only three years old. He was alone and hungry on the road. So I took him back to the temple. I was only 16 years old at that time, and I couldn’t accept this child as an apprentice, so I let him worship my senior brother.

Si Huai heard the slight ups and downs in his voice, but didn't say anything. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly. Seeing that he didn't resist, he relaxed and followed him upright. Gently caressing his back.

The next thing Wu Nian once told him was that there were six people in the small temple, except for him and Chen Yi who were not in the temple that day, all of them died tragically.

He also didn't ask Wu Nian what his plan was after he found the murderer. Whether it was revenge or forgiveness, he probably couldn't do it, and it would only increase the trouble.

Since the failure to attract the ghost that night, Wu Nian and Si Huai changed the location of the formation to the fruit forest where the ghost appeared that day and tried several times, but still failed to recruit the ghost.

Bao'er's child's illness was repeated, and the Li family became more and more anxious because there was no clue about the child. I couldn't find the ghost and couldn't find other clues. For a while, I didn't know how to continue to appease.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the fifth sunset. After returning without success the previous few nights, the two dragged their tired bodies to Bao'er's house, planning to check on the child's situation first, and then try to find other ways to find clues tonight.

Before reaching the door, Chen Yi ran out from the back of the house in a hurry, waved at the two of them with a sad face, and signaled them to leave quickly.

Before Wu Nian asked, the door of the room was already opened, and Bao'er's mother hurried out from inside while crying, and the Li family behind couldn't stop her, so they quickly followed her.

"Amitabha, what happened..."

"What Buddha are you still? I'm bah!" Baoerniang stumbled to Wu Nian, pointed at him and yelled at him. Fortunately, she was stopped by the people behind so she could not do anything. Her eyes swollen from crying stared at him. It seems that he wants to shoot thousands of holes in him with his eyes.

"Where did you come from, monk? I thought you were some kind of eminent monk who could save my Bao'er's life, but I didn't expect you to pretend to be a ghost outside all day... Yes, it must be you, the monk, who used some formations at night to attract those ghosts." That’s why I killed my Bao’er! You monstrous monk! Give my son’s life back!”

From what she said, I finally understood why she was so out of control, but I still couldn't believe it. Bao'er slept soundly during the day, and there should be signs of waking up in the past few days.

His body suddenly became weak and he took a few steps back. Si Huai quickly supported him with his hands so as not to fall to the ground.

The little monk gasped, and nodded with some difficulty.

The author has something to say: I have kissed and touched, what should I do next (smiling gradually wretched~~)

Li Gui: Respect me, will you? ! !