That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

This narrow corridor covered with lotus floor tiles is not straight, it twists and turns and goes deeper and deeper, with no end in sight.

The passageway becomes wider as you go further in, and it can accommodate two or three people walking side by side. The stone walls on both sides become smooth and smooth. The vice president looked at the first group of "visitors" in hundreds of years with a compassionate expression.

I don't know where it started, but the patterns on the floor tiles under my feet have changed from small lotus flowers of various shapes to big Buddha lotus flowers, which are as realistic as the lotus platform under the Buddha's seat, revealing endless Holy and dignified.

A group of six people consciously formed a pair and walked side by side. The footsteps stepped on the floor tiles and made a heavy sound, which was very clear in the empty corridor.

There are so many Buddhist sculptures and paintings in the corridor of the tomb that Si Huai did not expect. Seeing that Wu Nian was walking and looking very seriously, he did not urge him, but walked slowly beside Wu Nian, thinking about it. Just happened.

The Shanhe Sword is his portable sword, and it is impossible for him to sense the breath of the Shanhe Sword.

But that breath was too weak, hidden in the air waves from the impact of the Flying Flower Chasing the Moon Fan and the big boulder, it was really not easy to detect it.

Could it be that what Lingjun hid at the bottom of this tomb was his Mountain and River Sword? !

Si Huai quickly shook his head and denied this idea. The Shanhe Sword is a high-grade fairy weapon, and his cultivation is condensed in it. If it is really in this tomb, it is impossible to have such a weak breath.

He raised his head and glanced at Wu Nian, who was focusing on the wall carvings, and suddenly regretted the decision to open the passage in his heart. If what was inside was really something that would reveal his identity, in this life, he might not have Opportunities are on my side.

Dong Yangyan, who was walking in front, looked back at them, probably feeling a little flustered by the quietness of the road, and whispered to Sheng Lanchu next to him as if looking for something to say, and asked, "I sent you a few days ago. Why didn't I see you wearing the hairpin?"

"Throw it away." Sheng Lan Chu threw out two words without looking sideways.

"You don't like it? It doesn't matter if you don't like it. I'll take you to the jewelry shop later to pick it out. Our craftsmen in Yuzhou are skillful and make jewelry..."

"I've said long ago that you like delicate and gentle girls and come to Yuzhou to find them. Don't pester me, I don't wear jewelry." Sheng Lanchu turned her head and gave him a blank look, then put her hands on her chest and quickened her pace, mouth Li didn't forget to say the following words, "You used to turn cold when you saw me, when did you change your temper? Back to your mother's womb and reincarnated?"

"I..." Dong Yangyan choked in his throat and swallowed it back. Seeing Sheng Lanchu standing in front of the Buddha statue in front of him, he quickly walked a few steps and followed her, saying, "I didn't expect this holy Zen master With such great ability, one man built this tomb and carved so many murals."

Sheng Lanchu ignored his plan, but Ming Qiao, who was walking at the front corner, stopped and answered his words.

"How many Buddhas have practiced Taoism throughout the ages, but in the records of historical records, only this holy Zen master almost achieved the right result. If it weren't for that incident that happened back then, maybe he would have become a Buddha. With his cultivation, the Quartet The spirits are at their disposal, and it is not difficult to build a tomb."

Dong Yangyan didn't really want to discuss this with others, and he just smiled and didn't reply when he heard him say this.

Ming Qiao didn't say much, and stood on the spot, beckoning to the people behind him, and deliberately lowered his voice a little: "Come here, there is a stone wall here."

The stone wall stood just in front of the bend where Ming Qiao stood, blocking the way tightly. On the wall was carved a three-faced Buddha statue with three heads and six hands sitting on a lotus platform. Each of the three-faced Buddha They all held a small bowl in their hands, and there were small Buddha statues of different shapes sitting in the bowl. A dozen or so eyes were wide open and looked at the person in front of them.

Zhong Xun had already stood in front of the Buddha statue with a torch in his hand, bowed respectfully, then turned around and said to the people who followed: "The road ends here, there may be a mechanism on the relief of this Buddha statue."

"This journey is too peaceful, everyone be careful." Ming Qiao turned around and ordered, and took out three talisman papers from his sleeve, lit them on the torch and threw them to three corners.

The orange-red flame didn't flicker at all, and the three talisman papers were swallowed by the open flame at the same time, leaving only the black shells that fell to the ground, turning into inconspicuous dust.

"There is no strange aura. It seems that Master Lingjun didn't leave any spirit beasts here to guard." Ming Qiao hugged his sword tightly, and didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

I thought that there would be many dangers in the tomb of the demon dragon, but I didn't expect that nothing appeared except for the big boulder that fell at the entrance.

But the less difficult it is, does it mean that the things inside are less important?

Ming Qiao was still hesitating in his heart, Zhong Xun had already handed the torch to Dong Yangyan, and went forward to look for the mechanism himself, just when he came across one of the golden bowls containing a small Buddha statue, the sound of "click" when the mechanism was touched came from the nearby stone wall. passed out.

Three small square openings appeared on the top of the two stone walls, and a row of thin bamboo tubes protruded from them, shooting small sharp arrows at the people in the corridor.

In the panic of dodging, the stone wall seemed to turn for a while, making a "click" sound.

Si Huai heard Sheng Lanchu behind him utter an exclamation, and was about to turn around when Wu Nian next to him grabbed his wrist and leaned against the stone wall next to him.

The stone wall of the corridor didn't know what mechanisms were hidden, Si Huai's back pressed against it, and the wall behind him was suddenly empty. He didn't have time to stabilize his body, so he could only let himself fall backwards. Nian grabbed his hand but didn't let go, and fell into it with him.

The trap door was quickly closed behind them, cutting off the faint light of the fire outside, and falling into a pitch blackness.

Si Huai was crushed by Wu Nian, and his back felt dull pain from the fall. He frowned, gritted his teeth, and swallowed back the muffled moan that came to his mouth. I want to push away.

Wu Nian stretched out his hand and touched his shoulder, only to realize that he had treated Si Huai as a human cushion, hurriedly supported the ground to get up, and asked anxiously, "How are you? Did you get injured?"

"No..." Si Huai responded softly, and reached out to grab Wu Nian's lapel without any mistakes.

Unprepared, Wu Nian was pulled by him like this, and he took him down again without holding on for a moment. The foreheads of the two hit each other with a muffled sound, and the lips that brushed inadvertently made them stunned at the same time.

After such a stalemate for a while, Wu Nian realized what happened just now, and explained falteringly: "I... I don't know..."

"Get up!" Si Huai suppressed the strange restlessness in his heart, pretending to be calm and authentic.

I thought that there was nothing wrong with his voice, so I agreed with relief and quickly climbed off him, pulled Si Huai to lift him up from the ground, and sat down against the wall behind him.

Si Huai's breathing was a bit rough, and it took him a while to calm down. He raised his hand and put his thumb and index finger together, trying to pinch a small fire to light it up. Unexpectedly, there was no response after chanting the mantra twice, and his heart ached. Paused for a moment, with a bad premonition.

Ever since he fell into the dark river in Lianyun Mansion last time, the spiritual power of his body has been getting worse and worse. I didn't expect that now he can't squeeze out the fire. It seems that he should find a way to change his body later. .

Just about to concentrate on trying again, Wu Nian next to him suddenly touched his arm, took his hand and stuffed it into a piece of talisman paper, and said: "The open fire talisman given to me by the Ming Sect Master before leaving, said to prevent In case, I didn't expect it to be available right now."

Si Huai subconsciously turned his head to look at him, but there was nothing but darkness in his eyes, so he sighed softly, recited the mantra and lit the open fire talisman in his hand.

The surrounding darkness was instantly driven away by the soft firelight, and the two found themselves falling into a small stone room. Zen paintings were painted on the four walls and the top with colored ink, and dozens of piles of stones were piled under the wall. A mud-sealed jar, and several empty jars that were opened rolled to the other side.

The fire talisman could only burn for a short while. Si Huai looked around and found a white candle with ashes in the corner of the wall. He hurriedly threw the flame that was about to go out in his hand, and lit the burned candle wick. .

It doesn't look like someone has been to this tomb, but it is obvious that someone has stayed in this stone room. Could it be that Lingjun stayed in it?

Wu Nian stared at him for a while, thinking that he was thinking about those sealed wine jars, and a faint sentence floated over, saying: "Wine that has been stored for more than 300 years, I can't drink it—"

"Who said I want to drink?" Si Huai turned his head to look at him, and suddenly felt a little funny. While thinking about what Lingjun did here 300 years ago, he was talking to Wu Nian who was reincarnated 300 years later. talking.

"Speaking of which, Master Lingjun can also be regarded as the ancestor of Buddhism. Why didn't you say anything when they mentioned it just now? Or do you also think that he is a disgrace to the entire Buddhism?"

Si Huai didn't know why he asked such a sentence, he just stared into Wu Nian's eyes for a moment, for fear of missing his subtle expression.

Wu Nian looked at his serious appearance, suddenly smiled slightly, and asked back: "Why should I talk? The affairs of the ancestors are judged by the posterity, but since the posterity was not born in that era, the judgment may not be correct. If that's the case, why bother to speculate?"

"That's right...Since it's not easy to speculate about the past, what about your own? Have you figured it out?"

"I'm a monk, what is there to speculate on?" Wu Nian was a little confused by his question, so I subconsciously avoided it.

Si Huai suddenly propped himself up and changed into a half-kneeling position, leaned forward slightly to him, and asked in a calm voice: "You were clearly awake that day, why did you pretend not to know?"

A flash of surprise flashed through the seriousness of my thoughts, probably because I didn't expect him to suddenly mention this matter, I avoided my eyes in a panic, and prevaricated: "What should I know..."

"The little monk told me that when I secretly kissed you that day, you were not asleep." Si Huai repeated it patiently.

If the little monk didn't lie to him, then Wu Nian knew about it all along. Since he didn't say it, it means that he can't accept a man kissing him.

This matter is a layer of window paper between them, and no one can pierce it to be the same as before.

He didn't want to pierce the window paper himself, but he always felt that if he didn't ask clearly, maybe he wouldn't have a chance to ask.

"I..." Wu Nian moved his lips but there was no sound. After a while, he said softly, "I'm just a monk."

"What's the matter with the monk? It's not the way it was 300 years ago. Even if you do thousands of things of supreme merit, you may not be welcomed by others. Although the suzerains of the immortal sect treat you kindly and respectfully, But have you forgotten how those casual cultivators you met in Meiyuan treated you?"

"I think..." Si Huai turned his shoulders to make him face himself, and said seriously, "If you want, you don't have to be a monk."

"I never thought about it." Wu Nian interrupted him resolutely, "I have been a monk since I can remember, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha all my life. People have things to love, and they have never thought about returning to the secular world."

Si Huai sighed lightly, changed his tone of joking, and said, "You haven't figured it out better than your little nephew. But it's okay, I'll wait for you to figure it out."

As long as it's you, it doesn't matter if you're a monk or not.

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