That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Si Huai and Lingjun walked all the way back to Minghua Temple. Every time they passed a temple, Lingjun would lead him in to chant scriptures and pay homage, praying for relief from the sins of his life.

Lingjun promised that the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect would give them an explanation, so even if they met the disciples of the Immortal Sect along the way, they did not encounter too many embarrassments.

However, according to Si Huai's estimate, maybe they were frightened by the fight outside the county that day, so they didn't dare to act recklessly.

After walking this way for more than a month, Lingjun calculated the time when he would invite hundreds of families from the Xianmen to Minghua Temple to discuss Sihuai's affairs. When he returned to Minghua Temple, it happened to be the [-]th day of frost on October [-], which was earlier than the agreed date. for a day.

Shuangjiang has a custom of eating persimmons, so many pilgrims who came to pray for blessings would bring an extra basket of persimmons for the masters in the temple to eat at this time in previous years. Pilgrims With Baskets.

To be more precise, there were no pilgrims at all, and the whole mountain road was a bit deserted.

"It seems that we came back a bit late, and there was no one on the road." Lingjun's expression was very indifferent, and he looked back at Si Huai with a smile, and still walked unhurriedly.

Si Huai said less and less recently, and this time he didn't answer his words, but just lowered his head and looked at the toes that appeared alternately while walking.He knew that Lingjun was comforting himself, those rumors might have spread all over the imperial city of Kyoto, how could Minghua Temple not be implicated.

As he was walking, Lingjun in front of him suddenly stopped, and Si Huai bumped him on the back inadvertently, and raised his head to look forward with a muffled grunt.

The gate of Minghua Temple was still as he remembered it. It was only repaired last time when His Highness the Crown Prince was visiting and crowning ceremony. The red paint on the gate is still bright, but usually there will be two small gates at sunset. The monk was guarding the door with a lantern, but today there was only one big monk in cassock standing outside the door with his hands folded, as if he was waiting for them specially.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of the great monk, giving half of the orange cassock a red light—it was Master Lingmian who managed the Sutra Pavilion and Buddha Le Pavilion.

"Amitabha." Lingjun put his palms together and leaned slightly to worship, and said with a smile, "Senior brother Lingmian, are you all right?"

"Amitabha." Ling Mian returned the salute, but did not reply to his words. He raised his eyes over Ling Jun and landed on Si Huai, and smiled lightly to bring out the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and said, "I was busy last time." You guys left before you were free about the Crown Prince's coronation, I didn't expect Xiao Sihuai to grow into such a bright and handsome young master."

When Si Huai heard him speak, he remembered in a trance that when he first came to Minghua Temple, his eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help smiling, and asked, "Master is waiting for us here?"

"Yes..." Ling Mian nodded in response, turned around and opened the half-hidden door behind him, and walked in and said, "You have made an appointment with Xianmen to discuss important matters tomorrow, and today almost all families are here. The disciples in the monastery were all called to clean the guest house, I was afraid that you would call the door when you came back, so I waited outside."

"That's it, thank you, brother." Lingjun answered this sentence in a flat tone, and then didn't speak again, but when passing by the Daxiong Palace, he took a second look at the brightly lit hall.

Now is not the time for evening classes, the abbot led two young novice monks to kneel in the middle of the hall, knocking on the wooden fish, and they didn't know what they were praying for.

Ling Mian sent them all the way to the meditation room, but stood still at the door without following in, with a look of hesitation on his face, he shook his head after a long while, and took out two round and round flowers from the wide sleeve robe. The plump persimmons were placed in Si Huai's hands, and he said with a smile: "This year, the pilgrims don't give many persimmons. I knew you would come back, so I kept two on purpose. There is no evening fast in the temple, so I'm very hungry."

After saying this, he glanced at Lingjun meaningfully, but he didn't say anything, just recited the Buddha's name once, and then left silently.

Si Huai watched the figure disappear around the corner with a complicated expression, then turned and entered the room, sat down opposite Lingjun, said what Master Lingmian hadn't said just now, and said, "Should I go back to my room? ?”

"No, you can do whatever you like. They already know what they should know, and there is nothing to avoid at this time." The moment Lingjun answered, he had already peeled a persimmon and handed it to Si Huai.

The fresh and tender flesh was sweet and greasy in the mouth, and Si Huai's depressed mood for the past few days finally eased a little. With one hand resting on the edge of the table, he asked casually: "Tell me, how do you deal with me so that they will calm down?" Take that breath?"

Lingjun seemed to have thought about this question for a long time, and his eyes fell on him deeply, and he said: "You bear the life of a disciple of the immortal sect on your body, and physical pain is inevitable. What kind of crime you will suffer depends on the amount of punishment. It’s up to them to be satisfied.”

"I'm afraid they won't be satisfied if I don't die."

"I won't let them take your life." Lingjun's tone was firm, and at the end, he sighed slightly, and said, "As long as I can save your life, I will make atonement with you. It's just... if you want the rest of your life You and I will stay in this Minghua Temple to repent, and chant scriptures day and night to save the souls of the dead, are you willing?"

Staying in Minghua Temple, there are only clear rules and regulations, and ancient Buddhas with blue lanterns, but...

Si Huai smiled lightly, nodded heavily, and said, "As long as you're by my side, anything will be fine."

It was a bit difficult to sleep that night, Si Huai leaned on Lingjun's arm for a long time before falling asleep, and was awakened by footsteps outside in the middle of the night, driving away the little drowsiness.

For some reason, he always felt an inexplicable panic lingering in his heart, and the sound of "thumping" heartbeat was as fast as the drums in a battlefield in the silent night.

Perhaps the person next to him was really tired. After returning to a familiar place, he fell into a deep sleep. In the dark night, he couldn't see Lingjun's outline clearly. Si Huai just curled up beside him and listened to the peaceful breathing, and finally crawled away. Get up, tiptoe out to get some air.

Except for the main hall, which is brightly lit all night, the other places in the temple are completely dark. Si Huai walked aimlessly, trying to get rid of the boredom in his heart. As he walked, he saw a side hall that was still lit. A figure reflected from the window Looking at it, there should be quite a few people inside, and none of them are bald monks in the temple.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the bad premonition in his heart became more and more intense. He was hesitating whether to go there or go back, but his feet had already flied out on his own initiative, and when he recovered, he was already lying on the eaves Above, uncovered a small corner of the tile.

The people gathered below are all from the Immortal Sect. It is said that there are hundreds of families, but in fact there are not so many. Most of the people who come here are prestigious families who have met Si Huai during the hunt. Judging by the clothes, they are no more than three or five There are ten families, but the head of each family brings a few disciples, so there are hundreds of people at the bottom.

And the one who was talking at this time was Zongzhu Zhao who was injured by Si Huai outside the southwest county that day.

He said: "Master Lingjun asked me to discuss with you tomorrow. He must have intended to keep the demon dragon alive. He took the liberty of gathering you here tonight just to make an agreement with you that the demon dragon cannot stay! It doesn't matter if you send the lives of the dead or the wounded, but the demon dragon's murderous nature will still make demon magic, and it will only be a disaster if it stays in the world!"

Another person said: "Master Lingjun is respected by the people, even if his reputation is damaged now, we still have to give him some face. If he insists on staying, we may not be able to forcibly kill him."

"That's why I called you here late at night to discuss. You don't know, I was going to capture the demon dragon earlier, but he used the demon method to attract the spirits around, and beat my disciples of the Zhao family with heavy casualties. If reinforcements hadn't arrived in time, my life would have to be confessed there, and this person would never be allowed to stay! As for Master Lingjun—"

He stopped talking, looked in one direction, and said, "I also invited Master Abbot, just for Master Lingjun."

Si Huai on the eaves turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction where everyone turned their heads, and he saw the master abbot sitting in the corner drinking tea.

The abbot was quietly twisting the prayer beads in his hand, then moved his obedient head to his body, he couldn't help but paused, and then shook his head slightly.

"If this poor monk has any ideas, I can't stop him. If he wants to protect Si Huai, he must protect him, but since he wants to protect him, he will definitely not let Si Huai get angry again. Murderous, you don't have to see blood in the temple. If you really need to shed blood to atone for his sins, then let him suffer some flesh and blood, and the poor monk will persuade my junior brother..."

"We want Master Abbot to help persuade, but we want to persuade Master Lingjun to kill him." Zongzhu Zhao walked from the crowd to Master Abbot and said calmly.

"This... the pure land of Buddhism, you can't kill. What's more, the poor monk has already said it..."

"Master Abbot!" Zongzhu Zhao suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him, "That demon dragon has committed many crimes and slaughtered many immortal disciples, and there is no guarantee that it will not slaughter your Minghua Temple in the future. Think again, Lingjun The mage is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. He violated the great precepts of Buddhism and ruined the reputation of Buddhism. Who else will come to the temple to pay homage in the future? Who else is willing to believe in the Buddha?"

The abbot heard the meaning in his words, frowned and asked, "What does the benefactor mean?"

At this time another person took over the conversation and said: "Sect Master Zhao means that you will stand by our side during the discussion tomorrow and say that you want to get rid of that monster dragon. That Lingjun will definitely refuse, so we will I will speak for you, saying that he has damaged the reputation of Buddhism by defending the monster dragon, please drive him out of Minghua Temple. Of course, if he wants to die with the monster dragon, it is not impossible."

"That's right." Sect Master Zhao's voice sounded again, slightly lowering his voice, and said, "When people mention Minghua Temple, they only mention Master Lingjun. Kill him too, he will no longer have a good reputation in the world, and in the future people will only mention Minghua Temple, you will only be the abbot."

Si Huai on the roof froze for a moment, and his hand holding the tile trembled slightly.He only knew that Xianmen wanted him to die, but he didn't expect that they didn't even want to let Lingjun go.

Minghua Temple became the largest temple in Buddhism because of the birth of a holy Zen master, even the Royal Huguo Temple could not compare.Driving Lingjun out of Minghua Temple is tantamount to telling the world that Buddhism does not recognize him as a disciple, and also telling them that no matter how high his merits are, no matter how good his cultivation is, he is just a layman who will break the precepts.

If Buddhism loses its respected status in the hearts of the common people, then the immortal sect can wait for the opportunity to rise up. The first thing they are widely praised is the demon dragon who slaughtered his disaster.

Such a truth, the master abbot, who has realized half-life Zen, will not fail to understand, but he never thought that the person who had been silent all this time would actually nod his head.

Si Huai didn't know how he got back to the meditation room. He wanted to wake up Lingjun and leave Minghua Temple overnight, but he opened the door and looked at the man, then stopped in his tracks, and suddenly smiled wryly.

Things have come to this, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, sooner or later they will die.

Since she can't escape, it's better to fulfill Lingjun.

He took a step back and stepped out, squeezed a drowsy mantra and landed on Lingjun, stopped and looked at it for a long time, then closed the door of the meditation room, put a lock on it, and added another restriction.

"If you are willing to follow me after waking up, we will hide our names; if you don't want to, I will die under your hands." He said this with a light smile, but he knew clearly in his heart that he made mistakes again and again. Lingjun would never spare him again.

When he turned around, the smile on his face had been replaced by a murderous aura, and a cyan color was faintly visible in the dark eyes, which was instantly covered by the unsheathed sword light of Shanhe Sword.

The long sword rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound. Si Huai's footsteps were light but steady. Every step was like stepping on the gate of hell, calling out to the haunted ghost.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of the dream he had before communicating with Lingjun.

Lingjun was a holy and accomplished monk, but he was standing at the end of the path full of manjusawa, which clearly indicated that if he chose to be with Lingjun, it would be a road of no return to hell.

As he was walking, a person suddenly appeared in front of him blocking his way. It was Master Lingmian who was waiting in front of the temple gate in the evening and gave him two more persimmons.

Ling Mian seemed to see what he was going to do, and said "Amitabha" calmly, before he could speak, Si Huai had already walked straight in front of him without changing his expression, and did not listen to what was behind him, just walked out After a short pause, he paused, and said in a moderate voice: "You go, take those little monks with you."

As soon as the words were finished, someone finally came out of the side hall with the lights on all the time. It was unknown who spotted Si Huai with a vicious and murderous look first, and called out to attract everyone's attention.

Several swords with strong arrogance rushed towards Si Huai's face, but he didn't dodge, he raised his hand and threw the Shanhe sword out, a loud "clang" sound brought out a blinding white light, When the brilliance fell, Si Huai already had a six-inch bone flute in his hand, and he slowly brought it to his lips to play it...

That night, Minghua Temple ignited a fire that soared into the sky. The lights of knives and shadows of swords intersected, and the low and low voices flickered in the noise, accompanied by the howling of mountain spirits and ghosts and bursts of mournful screams. screams.

When all the sound stopped, the ancient Minghua Temple, which had stood in the mountains for hundreds of years, had collapsed into ruins. The flames and heat waves had not dissipated, and the ground was covered with charred corpses, mixed with the smell of boiling blood. It smells disgusting.

The sound of the door being smashed open was very distinct in the silence. Si Huai turned his head and glanced at the direction of the meditation room, smiled slightly, turned and walked towards the towering forest.

The author has something to say: This part has always been the heaviest part in the previous life story. I originally divided this part into two chapters and wrote it more carefully. In the end, I decided to keep the fighting part a bit shorter, and it happened to be followed by the part of the wedge~ In order to make it more detailed Nice joint, minor wedge repairs (>_<)

(Actually, fighting is too difficult to write T_T, this past is finally a big rock)

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