That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Si Huai fell into a dream that he hadn't had for a long time.

In the dream, he was alone, he came ashore from the water, passed through the bustling crowd, stepped on the muddy road after the rain, and walked up to the mountain. In the mountain, there is an ancient temple filled with cigarettes, and the low and hoarse bells ringing in the evening .

There were many pilgrims and young novice monks around him. He wanted to open his mouth to ask, but he couldn't make a sound. Those people seemed to not see him, and they walked past him without turning their eyes, leaving a path full of lotus flowers.

He walked into Tallinn along this road, and the surroundings were quiet. The pagodas were like sitting Bodhisattvas, whispering scriptures in his ear, and then crumbled and collapsed before his eyes, hiding in the boundless darkness inside.

At the end of the darkness are two roads that he has seen before, one goes up, full of white mandala flowers, and the other goes down, full of red manjusawa.

He still chose the red road, but there was no one at the end of the road. The petals were blown into the air by the wind and ignited into fireworks. He was trapped in the sea of ​​flames and could not escape or shout. He fell into the water again, and the icy river water enveloped his whole body, and his internal organs were shivering.

This dream that should have woken up did not end. He got out of the water and repeated the original thing until the petals in the sky turned into flames and burned his body, and he fell back into the water again, falling into an endless world. cycle.

Until a pair of thick and warm hands pulled him when he fell from the flames to the bottom of the water, pulling him back from the drowsy dream to reality.

"Si Huai... Si Huai? Are you awake?"

"Hmm..." Si Huai opened his eyes with some difficulty, and saw Wu Nian reaching out to pat his face.

Wu Nian got very close, so close that he could smell a vague sandalwood fragrance even in this underground river filled with stench, but those eyebrows were superficially stacked into several phantoms in front of his eyes.

He clearly remembered that it was Wu Nian who burned badly, and he was helping me to cultivate my Nian, but he didn't expect that he fell into a drowsy sleep, stuck in a dream and couldn't wake up.

I don't know how long this dream that has been repeated many times has been going on. He moved his body and found that he had no strength, and his whole body was light and dizzy, as if lying on a cloud. The upper body did not expect to be sick delicately.

"Why did I fall asleep..." He grabbed Wu Nian's arm and stood up, only to find that his voice was very dry and hoarse when he opened his mouth.

Before Wu Nian could answer, she handed a sheepskin water bottle to him with her fair and tender hand, and Sheng Lanchu, who was dressed in red, squatted beside him and Wu Nian, raised her chin and raised her brows, and said, "Drink first, Qi." Brother Zhou?"

"Thank you." Si Huai took a big gulp from the water bottle, and while wiping his mouth, he glanced behind her and said, "It seems that the rescuers are here?"

Behind her were several disciples of the Sheng family and two disciples of the Ming family who were leading the way, and they were pulling two small bamboo rafts to the river beach. Among the disciples of the Sheng family and the Ming family, Dongyang Yan was dressed in aqua blue , shifting his position from side to side a little at a loss, which is a bit eye-catching.

Sheng Lanchu followed Si Huai's gaze and turned her head for a look, her smiling face immediately pulled down, and scolded, "Dongyang Yan, do you have no legs or no brains? Don't you know how to stand away? Let you be on top If you are cool, you have to follow me, you will be in the way!"

"I'm not afraid that someone won't be able to handle it." Dongyang Yan hummed twice, but he didn't sneer at each other like before, and stood aside a little bit.

Two disciples of the Sheng family carried the burden covered with a white cloth and walked to the bamboo raft behind. Under the white cloth, a corner of the uncovered red dress was exposed.

When the strong rancid smell came, Sheng Lanchu quickly covered her mouth and nose, looked at Wu Nian angrily, and said, "I don't know how long I've been soaking here, I can't even recognize my face, let her stay calm here , and took the trouble to carry it out."

"Amitabha." Wu Nian recited the Buddha's name softly, and said modestly: "The monks are merciful and help the world. Since the poor monk met her here, he will naturally take her out to the earth for peace. If she is allowed to see the sky in this cave How could it not be a mistake to turn into a vile ghost that harms people."

Si Huai looked at Wu Nian quietly, knowing that this was just his rhetoric to deal with Master Sheng.

This girl's soul has long been turned into a ghost, and she was beaten to death in the plum garden, leaving a rotting body, it doesn't matter if she can't get into the ground.

"That's all! I'll just help you carry it out, don't expect me to help you dig a pit and bury the corpse. You ran all the way to Xinling and didn't touch the chair. First, get yourself bad luck."

Sheng Lanchu waved her hand, stood up from the ground with her knees propped up, then passed her hand over, and asked, "Brother Qi Zhou can stand up?"

"It's just a small injury." Si Huai smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, one hand grabbed Wu Nian's arm, and the other hand was about to grab Sheng Lanchu's hand to use his strength to get up. Unexpectedly, his body lightened suddenly, and Wu Nian was already firmly in place. Dang hugged him horizontally again.

The smile on the corner of Si Huai's mouth froze, and he was dumbfounded with his mouth open.

He is a big man after all, it's fine if no one saw him once before, but now that so many disciples are watching him, not to mention feeling uncomfortable, it would not be a good thing if he was brought out and talked about.

He has seen how powerful the rumors are.

Si Huai patted Wu Nian's arm, trying to make him put himself down, but before the words came to his lips, Sheng Lanchu's voice calling his disciples to get on the bamboo raft broke in, blocking what he hadn't said.

In the end, Miss Sheng jumped onto the bamboo raft one step ahead of them, helped Wu Nian to help him sit down on the bamboo raft, and said: "Master, it's better to do things simply, and wait for you to come over slowly to waste more time."

Si Huai: "..."

This girl is very clever when facing the fairy sects, but she is usually very nervous.

The disciple standing behind held the bamboo pole on the rocky beach for a while, and the small bamboo raft sailed towards the middle of the river along the force.

It was very dark in the river, and the disciples sitting in the front and the back each carried a paper lantern, so that they could roughly see the surrounding mountain walls and the bamboo rafts behind.

Si Huai turned his head and glanced at Dong Yangyan who was sitting on the other bamboo raft looking this way, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

Sheng Lanchu looked at him in confusion, and asked, "Brother Qi Zhou, what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at me for surviving a catastrophe." Si Huai opened his eyes and started talking nonsense, asking, "How did you find this place?"

"Speaking of which, I was originally here for my father to attend the banquet of hundreds of families tonight. Just after I arrived at Lianyun Mansion, that little monk of yours came over and said that both of you have disappeared and have been unable to find anyone. Please help me. Look for it."

Sheng Lanchu noticed that a line of sight was falling on her, so she stopped uncomfortably, slapped her eyes fiercely behind her, changed her sitting position, and then continued.

"I thought you guys left before you had time to explain something. Even Yun Mansion is so crowded today that it's not easy to rummage around. I had to search around. I didn't expect to find a mechanism that had been trampled on the back mountain. Sect Master Ming said that he was too busy these days, and his disciples didn’t have time to go to the back mountain, so he didn’t find out, and I don’t know if you accidentally stepped on the mechanism and fell off.”

"He also said that this dark river leads all the way down the mountain and joins the river flowing down from the mountain. If you fall down, you should float away along it. I think the little monk is anxious, and there is still some time before the banquet. I asked for two bamboo rafts and brought people down to search for them, but I didn’t expect you to be really trapped here.”

"So, we've been trapped here for two days?" Si Huai tugged at the clothes on his body, only to feel the stench floating in the river getting stronger.

The matter of Mikihara has passed not long ago, and the Sheng family's coming to the Baijia Banquet does not mean that there is no quarrel with the Xianmen Baijia. How did the two of them get to the back mountain, and how did they step into the trap? It's not very good at the moment Talk to Sheng Lanchu.

Si Huai put on a tired look, leaned on Wu Nian, and simply closed his eyes to rest.

Fortunately, because Sheng Lanchu had an extra Dong Yangyan here, he was uncomfortable left and right, and did not continue to ask questions.

About half an hour later, the turbulent river gradually became calmer, and the dark cave finally had a faint light. After going around a big bend, the surroundings became open and clear.

The small bamboo raft floated all the way to the entrance of the cave, and the two disciples stood up, one left and one right, and used the bamboo poles to push away the vines at the entrance of the cave. The bamboo raft leaned forward, fell obliquely, and flowed along the low waterfall After a while, it was considered stable.

Sheng Jincheng had already led his disciples to wait at the exit, and Chen Yi was meditating beside him and chanting sutras. When he saw them coming out, his anxious expression finally dissipated, and he hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed over.

"Uncle! You are so worried about me!"

"It's thanks to you for bringing the rescuers this time." Wu Nian patted his head, then turned around to pick Si Huai off the bamboo raft.

Sheng Lanchu put one hand on her waist and the other on Sheng Jincheng's shoulder, looked up at Lianyun Mansion far away on the mountainside, and then at the two plank roads along the mountain, clicked her tongue twice, and said, "I knew that If you are injured, you should ask Ming Qidao for two sedan chairs."

"It's okay, I'll just carry him up." Wu Nian said lightly, and really lowered himself in front of him.

Si Huai froze for a moment, he and Wu Nian had always maintained gentlemanly etiquette, but after falling into the river together, they hugged and carried each other, and for a moment he didn't know whether to agree or to refuse.

"Master, you have..." There are still injuries on your back.

"Come on quickly, the Baijia Banquet will start at the next hour, if you delay, you won't be able to catch up." Wu Nian turned around and urged.

Sheng Lan who was at the side couldn't see it at first and stretched out her hand to help him, and helped him onto Wu Nian's back, and then began to mutter beside him with a look of disgust, "A big man is shy..."

When the sun set from the top of the mountain, the drums of the Xianmen Baijia Banquet sounded on time.

Si Huai was not a monk of any sect, and he was injured again, so he didn't join in the fun of criticizing himself.

Wu Nian sent him back to the Qiufengyuan, and there was no one there. I don't know if he was invited by the Ming Sect Master. Si Huai looked out the deserted window through the half-open window, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate and adjust his breath.

The faint bluish-blue spiritual power traveled around his body along with his breath adjustment, very slowly and lightly, flowing from the fingertips to the top of the head, and suddenly turned into a cloud of white smoke, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Si Huai suddenly opened his eyes, lay down on the edge of the bed and coughed a few times, swallowing the smell of fishy sweetness, his face became ugly.

The primordial spirit in his body was a little loose, no wonder he was sick and groggy, and fell into that dream that he couldn't get out of.

He lacks a physical body. It was not a big deal to use this muddy body to deal with the cultivation of Gu Yuan, but recently he always goes to places where there is a lot of resentment, and he was injured by the weapons of the immortal family. This makes the primordial spirit unstable and sick.

It seems that this broken body won't last long, and I still have to find another body.

It's just that... he and Wu Nian got a little closer...

There was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door suddenly, and the figure of the little monk appeared outside the door, asking softly, "Is the benefactor Huai asleep?"

Si Huai coughed a few more times before he calmed down. Before he could make a sound, Chen Yi had already heard the sound and came in, holding a bowl of decoction as black as ink in his hand.

"What is this?" Si Huai took a look, then subconsciously moved back.

Chen Yi ignored the disgust on his face, brought the medicine bowl in front of him, and said, "Let me bring the medicine that Master Uncle boiled for you."

I want to boil...

Si Huai lowered his head and glanced at the black ink-like decoction, reached out to take it, frowned, raised his head and drank it as if pouring wine, took a moment to breathe, and asked, "Where did your uncle go?" ?”

"Uncle Master..." Chen hesitated for a while, but did not answer his question, the expression on his face changed back and forth for a while, and asked, "Does Master Huai like my uncle?"

"Cough...cough cough..." Si Huai took a mouthful of medicine and choked his throat, the bitter taste instantly filled his mouth and nose, he coughed for a while on the side of the bed before he managed to catch his breath, and looked at Chen Yi in a panic , "You little monk don't understand anything, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I am young, but I am not an ignorant child. I still know a lot of things. In some places, Longyang's goodness is popular, but it has not been made public. Master Huai has been helping my uncle, but he is not greedy for anything. If you treat someone well without seeking or desire, what is it if you don’t like it?”

He paused, leaned forward, changed a very serious expression, and continued: "Although my uncle is a monk, a monk in this world is not very respectable. If the uncle is good, he can return to the vulgar world." of."

Si Huai looked at him as if he was going to entrust his uncle for life, suddenly laughed, and prevaricated: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not what you think."

"Why not? You secretly kissed my uncle that day!"

"You..." Si Huai didn't expect him to see what happened that day, and was thinking about how to silence him, when he heard an even more shocking sentence.

"Actually... my uncle didn't fall asleep that day either."

The author has something to say: Miss Sheng and the little monk can be regarded as god assists hahahaha~~~

Whispering bb: Today is Arbor Day, can I ask for a nutrient solution to add a little article points (for fingers)