That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

This snowfall was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no sign of stopping until it was dark.

Si Huai had no plans to stay in the fox's den for another night, so he took advantage of the silence of the night and braved the heavy snow to walk down the mountain with Lingjun under an umbrella.

The red Kou Dan on his fingernails was wiped off bit by bit by Lingjun, and he rested for a whole day, and he had already recovered most of his repairs. At this time, he was walking on the mountain road, but he hung on Lingjun as if he had lost his bones. On the body, one foot is deep and the other is shallow, walking crookedly.

The bell on the ankle was blocked by the white snow, and there was no crisp sound. The silver bracelet around the ankle always felt strange, so Si Huai simply found a big stone on the side of the road and sat down, bowed his head and took the bracelet out. It was tucked into the sleeves.

There is no bright moon hanging high tonight, but due to a heavy snowfall, the surrounding area is surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, which looks very bright.

As soon as Si Huai looked up, he saw Lingjun standing in front of him. The magnolia-colored monk's clothes added a bit of coolness against the snow-colored background, but his clear eyes were very warm and soft, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The umbrella he was wearing tilted slightly to the side above his head.

Seeing that he was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking, Lingjun angrily raised his hand and tapped him on the head, saying: "If you keep walking around like this, you won't be able to go down the mountain at dawn."

"I can't go down the mountain..." Si Huaisheng swallowed back the second half of the sentence, suddenly had a bad idea, blinked at him, and said: "My cultivation has not recovered yet, I have no strength after walking for a long time How about you carry me down the mountain?"

Lingjun knew that he was making excuses, but seeing his pale face, he couldn't say the words of rejection.

Before Si Huailin went down the mountain, he had already changed back into normal men's clothes. He usually likes to wear a green robe, and occasionally he changes into clothes of other colors, but he rarely wears white, which is as elegant as the snow tonight. dust.

For some unknown reason, Lingjun only felt that the mole on Si Huai's eyelid was very red, like it was painted with blood.

He stretched out his hand and lightly brushed Si Huai's eyebrows, then sighed, put the umbrella in Si Huai's hand, and leaned over with his back.

Si Huai was just joking, but he didn't expect that he actually squatted down. He immediately gained strength, and quickly stood up and threw himself on his back. Lingjun was thrown forward by his strength, if it wasn't for This horse squat is solid enough, the two of them may have to roll down the mountain road together.

Even on the way down the mountain, Lingjun's steps were steady. At first, Boss Huai didn't dare to move when stepping on the thick snow, but the snow became shallower as he went down. It gradually stopped, and Si Huai on his back became dishonest, and sang with his legs dangling.

The collar on the back of Lingjun's neck did not know when a few snowflakes fell, and it turned into a little water stain in a blink of an eye. Si Huai was panting to dry the water stain, but Lingjun had already stopped, and said in a warm voice: "Come down."

"What are you doing down here? Isn't there still a short distance to go down the mountain?" No one would see them on the mountain at night.

Thinking so in his heart, Si Huai jumped off his back obediently, raised his head and looked forward, and knew the reason why Lingjun put him down.

There is a temple beside the road, a dragon temple dedicated to the golden body of Ta Sihuai.

The story of the divine dragon turning into a human form after it rained has spread throughout the country. Compared with worshiping Buddhas and Bodhisattvas that they have never seen before, many people are more willing to add incense to him, a real god who exists in the world. Over the years, Shenlong temples have been successively built in various places.

Shenlong Sishui, at first it was the farmers who prayed for good weather and good crops. Later, more people who made a living on the water came to worship the Shenlong Temple. Later, when there were more worshippers, they asked for anything, such as marriage, Those who seek fortune, those who seek heirs...

Si Huai had also seen the wishing red paper hanging on the tree, but these wishes were too many and complicated, he couldn't rashly steal the jobs of other gods, so he kept his eyes closed and pretended not to see them.

Seeing that he was watching intently, Lingjun asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

"No." Si Huai refused very simply, "A city as big as Moyang won't build a temple for me, but instead built it on this mountain. It's probably because I want to use my golden body to subdue the monsters on the mountain."

Hearing his seriousness, Lingjun couldn't help but feel a little funny, and asked, "Which temple do you see built in the downtown area? Besides, even your real self was captured by the fox demon, and you can use your golden body to suppress Where do you live?"

"Isn't it related to you that I was captured by the fox demon?" Si Huai turned his head and gave him a blank look, kicked away the stones at his feet, and walked down the mountain road by himself. The golden statues are uglier than the last one, so I don't want to go in..."

Lingjun listened to his muttering to himself word for word, but didn't say anything. He smiled and was about to follow, when he saw a few people running out of the Dragon Temple to stop them.

Si Huai didn't expect that there were actually people offering incense in this temple on the middle of the mountain at night. He was startled by the sudden figures and took a few steps back. Seeing that they were all carrying swords, he couldn't help becoming vigilant. Fortunately, being held back by Lingjun did not hurt anyone by mistake.

"These are fellow immortals who went up the mountain with me to catch monsters during the day." Lingjun clasped his hands and saluted, explaining to Si Huai concisely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Si Huai smirked, and cupped his hands reluctantly.

Even if they are acquaintances, there is no reason to hide in the temple at night and jump out to scare people.

The few monks didn't see the reluctance on his face, and reported to the house one by one, showing the enthusiasm of acquaintance.

One of them climbed onto Si Huai's shoulders familiarly, and said, "I went up the mountain with the master, but I didn't see him leave. I wonder if he has other things, so I might as well wait here. Before going up the mountain, we asked The man prepared the banquet and went down the mountain to eat, and he happened to be with the two of you."

"That's it!" Another person echoed: "We have stayed here for many days and we can't touch the shadow of the fox demon. Today, thanks to the help of Master and Mr. Long, we should have a drink with us no matter what!"

"Master Long..." Si Huai looked at the speaker, and secretly remembered the person who changed his surname in his heart.

He turned his head and glanced at Lingjun's expression, and was about to say no, when the person who spoke before reported the place where the banquet was prepared, and it happened to be the inn where he and Lingjun stayed.

Since they were going the same way, it was hard to refuse, Lingjun recited the Buddha's name twice in a low voice, and then politely agreed.

It was already late at night when we returned to Moyang City from the mountain, and the door of the inn was still open, welcoming the monks who had returned from hunting at tables or tables.

The guy who served Lingjun and Lingjun yesterday was not on duty tonight, which saves the time for explaining, otherwise, if these people from the Xianmen knew that Si Xiaoshenlong was disguised as a woman yesterday, they might laugh all night.

The food and drink had been ordered by them long ago, and they were brought up one after another after they sat down, filling the entire table.

These eight monks came from three different sects, and there were three casual cultivators in it. They got together a few times to Lancang Mountain to catch monsters, and they felt a feeling of seeing each other late. He picked up the wine glass and drank one after another, and then changed to a large bowl because he felt unsatisfactory.

Si Huai was a good drinker, but he didn't really want to sit here and promise to them at this time, he simply lowered his head and quickly ate the rice in the bowl, planning to leave them here and go upstairs after eating.

Those monks seemed to see what he was thinking, and suddenly pushed a full bowl of wine in front of Lingjun, and said politely: "Thanks to Master's help today, we offer a toast to Master!"

"Amitabha." Lingjun looked down at the wine in front of him, and said without changing expression: "Monks don't drink alcohol, thank you for your kindness."

"Oh, yes, yes...the ones who don't drink..." One of them stood up staggeringly, reached out and moved the bowl in front of Lingjun to Si Huai, laughed twice, and said, "My lord, you have hair , you can always drink it?"

Those people seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, and when they saw someone standing up, they hurriedly stood up from their seats one by one, raised their bowls and came over to respect Si Huai.

Lingjun was about to use the excuse that "Si Huai does not drink alcohol when he practices in the Buddhist Pure Land" as an excuse to refuse him, but Si Huai had already picked up the wine bowl before him, stepped forward to touch it with a smile, and looked up. Head drank.

These people don't know whether they are really drunk or fake drunk, but if they don't drink this bowl of wine, they will definitely not be able to get off this table.

They obviously followed Lingjun up the mountain to catch monsters, but what they said between the lines was that Lingjun got along with them when they were catching monsters, and they got a little advantage and proudly showed off everywhere. No wonder such a group of people can get together.

"I'm too drunk to drink, so I won't disturb the elegance of fellow Taoists." Si Huai pretended to be confused and leaned on Lingjun, said his words, and let Lingjun help him up the stairs. .

This confusion is not all pretended, Mo Yang's wine is strong, Si Huai passed out after drinking a pot yesterday, and there was a small half of the big bowl just now, and the whole bowl felt like his throat was scalded It was the same, and even his face, which had been pale with cold during the day, was dyed red.

Lingjun helped Si Huai to lie down on the bed, turned around and went out to ask the shop assistant for a stove for making tea. When he came back, he saw Si Huai leaning against the head of the bed, looking at him without saying a word, with wine in his eyes. Drunk mist.

After a pot of tea was brewed, the voices of the monks downstairs could no longer be heard.

Lingjun brought a bowl of hot tea to Si Huai and fed it to Si Huai. He reached out and touched his hot face, and said, "You can drink it if you don't want to. If you drink it in a hurry, you will get drunk and hurt your body. If you don't drink them And won't let us go."

"If you don't drink, they will say that our Minghua Temple is arrogant." Si Huai smiled, grabbed his hand, and said with a smile: "Besides, I think it's worth it if you make me tea when I'm drunk."

"Nonsense!" Lingjun lowered his expression and patted him lightly on the forehead.

Si Huai covered his head pretending to be in pain, and suddenly thought of something, he stretched out his hand and flipped through his sleeves, he let out a "huh", and his face changed slightly.

"what happened?"

"The bell is gone..." Si Huai frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I think it fell on the mountain, I'll look for it, and I'll be back soon."

After the words fell, Si Huai hurriedly got up from the bed and ran towards the door before Lingjun could stop him. After a while, he felt that he might meet those monks, then turned back and jumped out of the window.

Si Huai's speed was very fast, and he arrived at the foot of Lancang Mountain in a blink of an eye. Thinking that he passed out on the mountain and didn't appreciate the scenery along the way, he stopped at the foot of the mountain and walked slowly up the mountain road, so he could take a closer look. See if it falls on the road.

After walking up for a short distance, I saw two people coming down from the top, talking and laughing as they walked, and the word "monk" could be vaguely heard.

Si Huai frowned, feeling that the two people were talking about him and Lingjun, so he made a secret and hid in the nearby bushes.

"This thing fell from that little dragon, why don't we just pick it up like this?" The person who spoke was the person who put the wine bowl in front of Lingjun in the inn not long ago, and the person who seemed to be following him Fellow disciple.

From the time he and Lingjun left the table to now, it was only time to make a pot of tea, so the two moved quickly.

"Minghua Temple is favored by the emperor, and there are many pilgrims. What do you want? Since he can drop it, it doesn't mean it's nothing important. If we find it, it's ours. What are you afraid of? What's more, the behavior of these two people is so close. , I definitely don’t want people to know, where will I ask for it?”

Behave intimately?Si Huai paused in his heart, and a bad thought came to him.

"You can't talk nonsense? Before you called us, you really saw that monk carrying..."

"That's natural! Yesterday I said that the man looked like Monk Lingjun. Brother, you still don't believe it, but do you believe it today? Two men live in the same room, and they act so intimately, there must be something wrong." Shameful."

"It doesn't mean anything for two men to share a room. You and I also share a room."

"How can you and I be the same? When did you and I act so intimately? Didn't you see that when Master Lingjun was carrying the little dragon on his back, the little dragon's eyes... Tsk! You said that we went up the mountain together, Why did Lingjun disappear later? Now he suddenly came down the mountain with a little dragon on his back?"

"This……"

"What is this? According to me, they are the ones who can't be seen. There are some places where masculinity is prevalent. It's not surprising that those two people look like that naturally. The strange thing is that Lingjun is a monk, but..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!?" Si Huai didn't want to hear any more, and interrupted them loudly.

A circle of faint blue came to the bottom of his eyes, and even he himself hadn't noticed the sinister aura on his body.

Those two probably didn't expect Si Huai to appear here, and one of them wanted to explain in a panic, but was stopped by his junior brother.

"What? It is true that Master Lingjun carried you down the mountain. Since I saw it, can't I say it?"

"You are tarnishing Lingjun's reputation for nothing." Si Huai's eyes flickered with gloom, and his sinking voice was somewhat hoarse.

The other party seemed to be frightened, took a step back, pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed it at Si Huai, saying: "Since you defend him like this, you have made it clear? Do you want to look at me like this?" Is it impossible to kill me? If you kill me, the whole world will know about you! What a mage Lingjun with immeasurable merit, he talks about temple rules, but in fact..."

A scream covered his falling voice, and the man watched his sword fall on Si Huai's hand, raised his hand in disbelief and wiped his bloody neck, with a serious expression on his face. Unwilling to fall down.

"You...you killed someone!" The other person pointed at Si Huai with trembling fingers, and fled down the mountain in a staggered manner, but was hit in the back of the neck by the sword thrown by Si Huai, and immediately fell down.

The blue color in Si Huai's eyes became a little darker, and with a gloomy expression, he took out the bell bracelet that he had lost from the fallen man, held it in his hand, kneaded it into fine powder, sprinkled it casually, and swayed down the mountain slowly. go.

The sky slowly began to snow again, and Si Huai returned to the inn with the cold wind blowing all the way, standing still at the door of the room, the gloomy look in his eyes disappeared.

Looking at the blood splattered on the white clothes, he suddenly felt panicked like never before.

He always knew that he would not be able to control his desire to kill, but he was trying his best to restrain himself. It would be fine if he killed a monster or a ghost, but today he killed someone, a person from the Xianmen who was drinking at the same table not long ago...

What would happen if Lingjun found out?would drive him away...would not have him...

"No...you can't let him know..." Si Huai shook his head to force himself to calm down, raised his slightly trembling hand, and applied a fairy formula to cover up the blood on his body before pushing the door open and entering the room.

Lingjun hadn't slept yet, saw him come in and smiled, and asked, "Did you find it?"

"No..." Si Huai calmed down and pretended to be calm, and said, "If you lose the fox demon's things, you will lose them."

The author has something to say: It was mentioned several times in the previous article that Si Huai would not be able to control his desire to kill, so this is probably counted as killing by mistake. After the killing, it took him a while to realize it. The first reaction was that he didn't want Lingjun to know (it shouldn't be a collapsed character... I'm worried...)

The next chapter returns to reality and enters a new volume. If there is no accident, it should be the long-awaited memory recovery~