That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The road up the mountain was overgrown with weeds, Wu Nian drove ahead with a picked up wooden stick, and held Si Huai firmly behind him with the other hand, turning his head from time to time to tell him to be careful of the stones under his feet.

Si Huai let him lead him all the way like this, only to be belatedly aware of what Wu Nian had said. Under the white curtain that was inadvertently blown by the breeze, a blush quietly spread from his cheeks to the back of his ears.

It turned out that he was afraid of hurting Wu Nian, and also afraid that Wu Nian would not accept it, so he never dared to express his feelings too much. Only two times he wanted to take advantage of his ignorance to go beyond two points. Unexpectedly, it turned out that he was sober.

He didn't fall asleep when he was in Lijia Village, and he didn't get burned when he was under the dark river, but he just pretended not to know when he faced himself.

Thinking of this, Si Huai felt a little angry suddenly, he struggled twice and wanted to pull his hand back, but Wu Nian held it very tightly, he didn't move this time, instead it caused the people in front to turn their heads back.

"What's wrong?" He asked, with a worried look on his brow.

The moment Si Huai met his gaze, he froze for a moment, the displeasure in his heart suddenly disappeared completely, he shook his head slowly, and squeezed back the warm hand.

Some things may have been predestined in the dark, whether it was 300 years ago or 300 years later, what he likes is only the person in front of him, even if Wu Nian has already forgotten him completely, he still doesn't want to Let go, he has waited too long for this person.

Wu Nian sensed that the palm of his hand was tightly held back by him, and roughly guessed what it was, smiled softly and said nothing, turned around and used a wooden stick to push away a clump of weeds taller than a person in front of him, and pointed in one direction Pointing, said: "It's almost here."

The trees and weeds in the middle of the mountain became more cluttered and lush, and a collapsed ancient building protruded from the forest, and it could be vaguely seen that it looked like a temple.

The inexplicable sense of fear that appeared in his heart after approaching Enhua Mountain was infinitely magnified after seeing this ancient temple that had experienced 300 years of wind and frost. Scenes appeared in front of my eyes.

Across a curtain, Wu Nian couldn't see Si Huai's expression clearly. He just thought that he had mixed feelings after seeing Minghua Temple, so he didn't say anything, and pulled him in which direction until he stood in the dilapidated building. At the gate of the mountain temple, I realized that the hand I was holding tightly was shaking violently.

"Qi Zhou..." Wu Nian panicked and reached out to pick off the bamboo hat on his head. Unexpectedly, Si Huai took it off before him. His face was so pale that he couldn't see any blood. He looked at the temple gate. His eyes were a little moist.

He patted the back of Si Huai's hand worriedly, and said in a slow voice, "If you don't want to go in, shall we go?"

Si Huai shook his head resolutely, struggled twice to withdraw his hand, walked forward with heavy steps, stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door that was about to be eaten clean by insects and ants.

An old musty smell leaked out from the crack of the opened door. Looking over, the weeds inside had grown as high as the outside, and there were burnt-black walls and collapsed houses everywhere, and the mess was no longer visible. It looks like the most prosperous ever.

It seems that after the Minghua Temple was burned down, the imperial court did not send anyone to repair it. The place where the incense was once the most prosperous, now no one cares about it except for the elegant sparrows in the mountains.

"Did you know?" Si Huai muttered to himself, and his footsteps were already somewhat vain, "The thing I regret the most is not killing someone, but setting fire to Minghua Temple. "

The last thing he saw in the world was Lingjun's face full of tears in the firelight, and he didn't know whether Lingjun would hate him to death in front of this ruins.

Wu Nian didn't answer, but quietly followed Si Huai, reaching out to support him when he was stumbling.

Si Huai carried the long curtained bamboo hat behind his back. The long tulle was blown up by the wind, and from time to time got caught in a corner by the weeds on the side of the road, and was quietly torn off by the people behind him. As if never noticed.

After 300 years of wind and frost, there is still a smell of burnt here. The collapsed houses have been simply cleaned up, and the wood and bricks have been piled up in a courtyard. New shoots grow out of the gaps. Now it has become a lush old tree.

Everything has already become the dust of the past, and the ups and downs have passed by for several lifetimes, and no one will remember it except him.

Si Huai looked at the beings coming out of the cracks in the corner of the wall, and suddenly felt a little relieved, and slowed down a little, and waited for Wu Nian to walk side by side with him, and then gently pulled him away. At the corner of his mouth, he talked about the past to the dilapidated ruins.

"This place is the Daxiong Hall. The three Buddha statues inside are all made of gold. There is a merit box in front of the hall. The sesame oil money added by pilgrims every day can fill the box. When the sky is not bright, the temple The disciples in the school began to do morning classes here, and the wind, rain, frost and snow are like this every day..."

"This is the Zhaitang. There are only two fast meals a day in the temple. After that, you will be hungry. So no matter what they are doing when it is meal time, they will put down what they are doing and run to the Zhaitang. I On the first day I came here, I just caught up with lunch, but the porridge and steamed buns here are really unpalatable..."

"This place used to be a pagoda, divided into front and back. The front is the Fole Pavilion, and the back is the Sutra Pavilion. Both are under the management of Master Lingmian. I used to run to these two places diligently. Master Lingmian also likes me. He taught me a lot, and I learned my temperament from him..."

"And here, this is the place where the disciples practice. The big one is called the practice room, filled with wooden frames and sticks for them to practice basic skills; the small one is called the quiet room, and there is nothing but a futon. It is a place to meditate and practice internal strength. It was only after a month of confinement here that I learned to hide the dragon horns on my head..."

Si Huai said this all the way, the corners of his mouth slightly raised from time to time, as if the ruins and broken tiles in front of him had turned back into the old hall and monk's house, matching the appearance in his memory, but in fact he was here The time I stayed in Minghua Temple was no more than a year.

I read that he was talking excitedly without making a sound, so I just listened quietly all the way, and before I knew it, I had already passed the place with the most houses and palaces, and walked slowly to a small path.

There are almost no traces of the fire in the vicinity, and the vegetation has grown much more lushly than before. I don't know if it was washed away by the wind and rain early because it was less affected.

Wu Nian looked around, wondering if this was the back hill of Minghua Temple, but for a moment I didn't notice that Si Huai had already stopped in front of him, knocking him forward and staggering a bit.

"How? Did you bump into anything?" Wu Nian hurriedly went around to check him, only to find that the person who had been laughing and talking to him just now was stiffening, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes looking ahead. look.

"I Nian..." Si Huai's lips trembled slightly, and he called his name vaguely, his dark eyes fell on Wu Nian's face, and after a long silence, he asked very seriously: " You see, I am a murderer and arsonist, I do everything here! Do you really want to...follow me?"

"I believe you have difficulties." Wu Nian replied gently without avoiding his gaze.

Si Huai seemed to have expected his answer a long time ago, smiled bitterly, turned to look at the path ahead, and said, "Turn in from here, and there is a piece of Tallinn, where I died back then."

Wu Nian paused, subconsciously stretched out his arms to block his way, shook his head, and said, "Don't go..."

"No..." Si Huai followed him and shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, and brushed past him, "Didn't you say you believed me? What's the harm in going in and taking a look? And... "

And...he needs to know whether Shanhe Sword is in the Tallinn.

Seeing that I couldn't resist him, Wu Nian didn't say anything more, and quickly walked two steps to follow him, and took the palm that was sweating coldly into his hand.

At the corner at the end of the path is a seven-step stone step. There are no weeds on the step, but a thick layer of fallen leaves. I don’t know how many winters I have been tired. I can barely see the appearance of the step.

The stone steps lead up to the pagoda forest. There are more than a dozen large and small pagodas. Buddha bones and relics are buried in each pagoda. He silently recited the scriptures.

Si Huai turned his head and glanced at him, without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the tallest pagoda behind him with gentle steps.

Back then he was sitting there waiting for Lingjun, the clothes on his body were stained another color by the blood, and the tip of Shanhe Sword kept dripping blood.

However, the closer he got to this pagoda, the more he felt that something was wrong. He didn't come to the pagoda often, but he knew that the pagoda of Minghua Temple had experienced several generations of abbots. It's still too new compared to the surrounding ones.

It's like building a new one after it fell down.

Si Huai's gaze gradually sank, and he had a strong intuition that what he was looking for was under the pagoda.

Stretching out his hand to touch a handful of ash on the stone pagoda, he gently closed his eyes, and his raised fingertips condensed a cyan light following the exiting sword formula, as if sensing something, it fell on the pagoda, and immediately He was blocked by a golden Buddha's light again.

Si Huai was so shocked that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back a few steps, just in time for Wu Nian who came from behind to approach him in his arms.

"Qi Zhou... How are you?" Wu Nian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and couldn't remember how many times he asked him this way today.

"It's okay." Si Huai supported his arm to stand firm, his eyes fixed on the stone tower in front of him, and he said to me: "Get out of the way, I want to split this stone tower."

The moment he recited the sword formula just now, he could already clearly sense that the Shanhe Sword was nearby.

"This is a sacred relic of Buddhism, what are you going to do with it?" Wu Nian followed his gaze and glanced at the pagoda, feeling something was wrong, so he pulled him behind him and said, "You have wounds on your body, I'll be fine."

Si Huai looked away and paused on his face for a moment, then nodded slightly, and let him rest under the tree not far away.

Wu Nian's cultivation is not weak, it is not difficult to split a stone pagoda with internal force, but I don't know what mystery is hidden in this pagoda, two palms in succession did not move at all, and in the end Si Huai combined his palms, Only then did a gap crack open from the top, and it fell down with a bang.

A dazzling ray of light burst out in an instant, casting a layer of golden Buddha light on the misty pagodas all around, and then disappeared quickly, leaving only a golden Zen staff that had lost its brilliance standing among the stones. Lying horizontally underneath was the Shanhe sword that Si Huai had been looking for for a long time.

It turned out that the Bijue Zen staff they were looking for was here...

It turned out that the Shanhe sword he had been looking for for a long time was also here...

Using the Zen stick after taking out the Jade Jue to seal the Mountain and River Sword is indeed something that monk Lingjun can do. After all, Lingjun is still afraid that he will come back and hurt his people in the world.

Why can my reincarnated Wu Nian trust him, but Lingjun still wants to guard against him.

There were a few tears on Si Huai's face with a smile on his face, the smile was bitter, the tears were astringent, and it turned into a mixed taste in his heart.

He pushed away Wu Nian's support and staggered forward, stretched out his hand to hold Bi Jue's Zen staff, but found that the Zen staff was as heavy as if it was embedded in a boulder, and he couldn't move it even with all his strength.

The Zen staff is a seal that has fallen on the Shanhe sword. If you can't remove the Zen staff, you won't be able to take out the Shanhe sword.

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Wu Nian, and said with a hoarse voice, "Come here."

"Me?" Wu Nian could already see from his movements that the Zen staff was restricted. Although he obeyed the ground and stepped forward, he still looked a little hesitant, and while trying to pick up the Zen staff, he said: "You can't do it with such a high cultivation level." Pick it up, how can I hold it, I just look similar to Master Lingjun, after all, it's not..."

In the last word "he", there was only a mouth shape that was so surprised that it grew up. Wu Nian looked at the Bi Jue Zen stick in his hand, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Although the Zen staff is very heavy, Si Huai definitely can't lift it up, it's clearly because there are restrictions on it, but he...it must be because he is a disciple of Buddhism, so he can break the restrictions of Buddhism.

Wu Nian shook his head to shake out all the messy thoughts in his head, and explained to himself that he had come up with this lame reason.

Si Huai ignored the gaze that fell on him, raised his hand and waved a wave of spiritual power, and the Shanhe Sword fell into his hand. The hilt wraps around the body of the sword, and finally disappears into the word "Shanhe" carved in Sanskrit.

"This is... your saber?" Wu Nian's voice came from the side, and he kept holding the Zen stick without moving.

"Yeah." He couldn't hear how happy he was, but he seemed to be preoccupied.

"Qi Zhou..." Wu Nian hesitated, but still asked, "Can you tell me what happened back then?"

What exactly happened that made him kill and burn the temple alone? What happened that Master Lingjun sealed his saber here?

Si Huai paused for a moment with his finger brushing Shanhejian, turned his head to look at him, and asked word by word: "Do you really want to know?"

"En." Wu Nian responded lightly, afraid that he hadn't heard, and nodded again.

"Forget it..." Si Huai sighed, picked up a regular stone and sat down with the Shanhe sword in his arms, looked at the stone steps and path when he came, and was silent for a long time before finally finding something to talk about.

The author has something to say: [A small theater that has nothing to do with the main text]

One day, after Si Huai went out to drink some wine and came back, he found Ling Jun lying on the bed and falling asleep.

After staring at that face for a while, Si Huai suddenly became playful and secretly kissed him on the lips. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, Lingjun opened his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

Lingjun: "Are you stealing sweet cakes again?"

Si Huai: "No...no..."

Lingjun: "Then why is your mouth so sweet?"

Si Huai smacked his lips repeatedly, "No..."

Lingjun saw his appearance in his eyes, put his hand on the back of his head and pressed him down, nibbled on his lips a few times, and said with a chuckle, "It's really sweet."

This chapter is a bit depressing, so I put a small theater that I thought of on the spur of the moment (it has nothing to do with the main text). It just so happens that there are 520 bottles of nutrient solution today, which is a small bonus~~

PS: The next chapter is the memory chapter, and the last memory part is probably a bit cruel (you can ask me for a hug hehehe)

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