That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Three months later, outside a not-so-prosperous small county in the southwest, a small dilapidated temple burst out with blue light, forming a solid barrier.

Hearing the yelling and scolding outside and the sound of weapons colliding with the enchantment, Si Huai grinned with a dry corner of his mouth and smiled, looked down at the blood stains all over his body, and slid to the ground leaning against the temple door behind him in a little embarrassment, and closed his eyes. Keep your eyes on your spirit.

Rumors and rumors spread faster than an immortal's flying sword. What happened in Gui'an County that day has already spread thousands of miles around, and it continues to spread to farther places.

The "shameful" story between the little Shenlong and Master Lingjun was spread more and more obscene, and the head of the Liang family uttered obscene words to anger the Shenlong Xianshang, and turned into a little Shenlong who became angry and murdered. The sexuality is not eliminated, but he goes crazy and kills.

The former part is the laughing stock of people talking about it after dinner, and they want to spit out a mouthful of phlegm when they think of offering incense.

Si Huai knew that he couldn't stop everyone in the world. He was afraid that he would lose control and hurt others again, so he wanted to find a secluded place and concentrate on practicing to control his murderous desire, but the Liang family didn't let him go easily. The Baijia family even played the banner of eliminating demons and subduing demons and sent disciples to hunt them down.

At first he kept hiding and did not dare to confront Xianmen head-on, but then he was provoked by those filthy words, and he fought recklessly. There were too many people in Xianmen, he could not gain the upper hand, not only got scars all over his body, but also made trouble It caused the people to panic and fear.

This time, after being entangled and beaten by the immortal sect for three days and nights, Si Huai was already full of exhaustion. After a whole stick of incense passed, his dizzy head became clearer. He opened his eyes and looked around. Some deserted small temples turned out to be his own Shenlong Temple, so he couldn't help showing a slightly self-deprecating wry smile.

He should really smile bitterly. In the past three months, he has fought against Xianmen countless times. No matter how much murderous nature he has acquired, he has not hurt any ordinary people. The cloud falls into the mire at the foot.

In the past, when he turned into a dragon and rained rain, tens of millions of people worshiped and built shrines and temples; today, a rumor and a massacre have made them lose their respect in their hearts, cut off the incense for worship, and even destroyed the newly built temples and halls.

That's right, he is just a murderous monster now, a monster who even seduced the holy Zen master of Minghua Temple.Such a person, what else is worthy of their faith?

The wooden door behind him suddenly shook violently, and a very thin clear sound came from the top. With a "clang", the barrier protecting the Shenlong Temple was instantly shattered into countless mottled star spots, which disappeared in an instant. In nothingness.

Sensing a sharp sword energy approaching from behind, Si Huai turned around and sat on the ground, flipped several times in the air and landed on the eaves. The lower door panels rushed in together.

The leader was a disciple from an unknown family of immortals, with a full arrogance, the clear and cold sword in his hand pointed at Si Huai who was standing on a high place with his hands behind his back, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of cold light, He snorted lightly and said, "You monster dragon, why don't you hurry down and be bound?!"

Si Huai did not know how many times he had heard such words. He glanced down at him, but instead laughed, and said, "Your immortal sects only learn the skills of talking? If you can't beat it, tell me to go down and let you tie me up." Get up, do I look like a fool?"

The disciple at the bottom heard the sarcasm in his words, immediately "spit" angrily, and was about to step forward with his sword in hand, but was stopped by another fellow disciple.

The man looked calmer, and smiled at Si Huai, but his voice didn't fluctuate, and said, "Of course you are smart. It's just that all the immortal sects are chasing you, and your cultivation can still last." How long, you know better than us, and getting caught is your best choice."

"Then what?" Si Huai asked back with great interest, "Do you want to build a demon-locking tower to suppress me, or just crush me to ashes?"

"Damn!" The cold and arrogant monk took the words roughly, and said impatiently: "He clearly has no intention of repenting, so why bother talking to him! He is a monster cultivated from inhuman things. Yun Buyu was tired of his merits before calling out the dragon, but now he is full of evil and murderous, killing so many disciples of the immortal sect and still want to live? Dreaming!"

The second half of the sentence was for Si Huai who was on the eaves. The breeze blew his bloody clothes, and he chuckled lightly, but he didn't refute.

No matter what he said, another fight was inevitable.But the steady cultivator just now was right. Fighting against the Immortal Sect many times in the past three months has consumed a lot of cultivation. Even if the following are just a group of mediocre disciples of the Immortal Sect, it will not be of any benefit.

The cold and proud monk saw him smiling and didn't answer, just thought he was looking down on him, so he didn't talk nonsense immediately, put his two fingers together and recited the sword formula, drove the saber out of his hand, and stabbed straight at Si Huai's face.

Si Huai was determined not to get entangled with them, so he jumped up to avoid the flying sword, and headed towards the county town not far away, trying to take the opportunity to avoid the people who could shake off the fairy gate.After all, they were afraid that he would hurt innocent people, so they would not fight him in crowded places.

Seeing him heading towards the county seat, all the immortal monks behind him changed their faces and chased after him with the sword. Si Huai glanced back and ignored him, not wanting to see a strong wave of air suddenly hit him in front of him, knocking him out of midair It was lifted directly from the top.

The dull pain of falling to the ground hit his back one after another. With a muffled groan, he rolled around on the ground, half-kneeling to prop himself up, and saw a pair of black boots appearing in front of his eyes, together with the reflection of the sword glow. the tip of the sword.

The person's cultivation base is not weak, so he must be the front-ranking lord or head of the Immortal Sect, but Si Huai didn't pay much attention to the affairs of the Immortal Sect, so he raised his head and glanced at him. The disciple who came up called him "Sect Master Zhao".

Zongzhu Zhao was obviously a person who didn't like to talk nonsense, so he swung the sword in his hand without even answering, and slashed at Si Huai several times.

Even if there was a sword of mountains and rivers to resist, Si Huai was forced to back again and again by him. He was trying to parry with all his strength, when another sword thrust towards him with hot wind, he subconsciously raised his empty left hand to block, the sharp blade of the sword He happened to wipe his wrist and cut off the string of lobular red sandalwood beads on his wrist.

The sound of the beads rolling down to the ground was very clear. Si Huai stretched out his hand, but he didn't grab anything. The merciless sword had already sunk into his right shoulder in a moment of stupefaction.

"Okay..." Si Huai spit out these two words very lightly, and laughed with his head down, showing a bit of chill.

He grasped the long sword that was too late to draw out, and his slowly raised eyes turned a gloomy blue color, like jasper pearls with a little dust on them. The person opposite took a breath and subconsciously looked Take a few steps back.

The bloody palm formed a mark in the void, and when I looked carefully, I found that the rune inside was turned upside down, glowing with a faint red light, mixed with the sudden sound of the ethereal bone flute, I couldn't tell weird.

The sky suddenly darkened, and a gust of wind seemed to blow from the ground, blowing from the soles of the feet to the head with a gloomy coldness, accompanied by shrill and miserable screams coming from nowhere... …

When Lingjun found Si Huai, it was already late at night when it was raining heavily.

Same as the day he left.

He thought that Si Huai would go back to look for him when he calmed down, so that day he sat and waited at the door for a day and a night, even if the passers-by pointed and pointed, he still didn't move, but in the end he still didn't wait for Si Huai to come back.

The news of Xianmen's pursuit spread quickly, and I don't know if Si Huai hid him too. Every time he followed the news to find the past, he was always a step late. He missed it a few times, and he didn't find it until today. Si Huai stopped.

The original color of the clothes on Si Huai could no longer be seen, and there was a strong smell of blood all over his body, but he didn't notice it. He hugged his knees and curled himself up under a big tree, staring blankly at the front. Holding a handful of small beads, no more, no less, exactly sixteen.

There were no corpses on the ground, but the surrounding area was clearly a mess after a fierce battle. Lingjun didn't know what happened here, nor what Si Huai had experienced in the past few months. He didn't dare to let go of his hanging heart. Slowly squatting down beside him.

"Qi Zhou..." He called softly, but the person in front of him didn't respond at all like a wooden man.

His eyes couldn't help getting a little wet. He stretched out his hand to hold Si Huai's hands that were icy cold from the rain, and felt that those hands trembled, so he quickly relaxed a little, but Si Huai suddenly had a reaction, and poured the beads in his hand into his palm.

"Qi Zhou?" Lingjun called again joyfully, meeting those dim eyes, his heart sank a little more.

After putting away the Buddhist beads, Lingjun tentatively called a few more times, but there was no response. Seeing that he did not resist him, he picked up Si Huai by the waist and walked towards the Shenlong Temple not far away.

The temple hadn't been cleaned for a while, and some dust had accumulated, but the walls and tiles were still complete, enough to cover the night's wind and rain.

Lingjun lit the oil lamp on the altar, changed Si Huai's wet clothes, and then put two futons under the stone statue altar and sat down, letting Si Huai rest on his lap. A red silk thread was pulled out of his body, and he began to wear the scattered prayer beads.

The low choked sound was suppressed back into his throat by him, and he said some happy things as if he was talking to himself. The hand wearing the Buddhist beads stopped and rubbed Si Huai's hair from time to time, but Si Huai's eyes kept falling on the nothingness. He didn't know when he would regain consciousness and respond to him.

"Okay." Lingjun chuckled with relief, tied the red rope in a knot, and tied the small bone whistle back, then took Si Huai's cold hand, and took the small leaf red sandalwood pearl. Wear it back on a string.

Si Huai's gaze fell on him at some point, and before Lingjun could react, he held his warm palm, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are they doing this to me?"

"Qi Zhou..." Lingjun didn't know if he was awake or not, so he called out worriedly.

"I have never harmed anyone. I will fight demons and catch ghosts together with you to do good deeds, but just because the two of us like this matter, they think we are filthy... When the world asks for me, I can’t wait to offer three sticks of incense in an hour, even if I lose control and kill people, I haven’t hurt the people at all, but they think I’m an evil god, and they want to stay far away..."

"Qi Zhou—" Lingjun raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said slowly: "People only believe in what they believe in. Once a saint makes a mistake, it is no longer a belief. Such a person living in this world is wrong."

The light of the fire was swayed by the wind, Lingjun lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead, then pressed the tip of his nose against the soft touch there, and said in a very depressed and deep voice: "Qi Zhou, I don’t want you to make any more mistakes, come back to Minghua Temple with me, and I will make atonement to the hundreds of families of the immortal sect together with you, and I will purify the murderous desire in your heart for you.”

"Don't lie to me, Xianmen has long believed that I am obsessed with murderous desires, and they will not let me go because of my apology." Si Huai closed his eyes and sniffed the faint sandalwood fragrance , there was a trace of indifference in my heart.

"Most plants, trees, beasts and birds in the world are cultivated as demons. You are different. You are enlightened by the Buddha's teachings. On the day of transformation, you will rain heavily to bless the people. It will go astray and go astray."

Lingjun sat up straight, ran his fingers gently across the side of his face, stroked the lock of hair to the side of his temples, and repeated earnestly, "Qi Zhou, come back with me."

"What if they insist on killing me?" Si Huai grabbed his hand and asked softly.

"It was because of me that you got out of control and killed the disciples of the Liang family. This is not your fault alone. I will do my best to protect you. You shouldn't have kept it from me. My reputation is not as important as yours." Just talking about it now , it's too late.

"If I don't go back with you, will you kill me?" Si Huai suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him, suddenly wanting to know the answer.

In fact, Lingjun would have guessed it even if he didn't say anything. Buddhism converts the world and kills the most evil people. If he is willing to go back to Minghua Temple to make atonement and wash away his sins, he may be forgiven by the world one day; but if he Unwilling to go back and continue to commit murders, Lingjun might kill him, an extremely evil person, for the sake of the common people, even though he never killed innocent people.

Lingjun didn't expect him to ask such a sentence, she looked at him in astonishment, her hand was not twitched by being held, nor was she allowed to hold it, there was a panic in her heart that she had never felt before.

"I'm lying to you!" Si Huai suddenly smiled, wrapped his arms around his neck and hooked him down. After struggling for a while, he panted slightly, and said, "I'll go back with you."

The author has something to say: This chapter is the one I have worked on the longest. I stayed up until [-]:[-] last night before grinding out the beginning, and today I revised it repeatedly. Is it clear? I am very nervous and bald. If there is something wrong, I will modify it T_T

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