That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Si Huai originally wanted to hide what happened in the side hall of Minghua Temple that night, but in the end he told Wu Nian truthfully.

Maybe it was because he didn't want to see the disappointed look on this person's face from the beginning to the end.

He didn't want Lingjun to know about it, but after going through reincarnation, Wu Nian in this life has long since forgotten the past, and will not know that he is the one who was deceived.After telling the "hidden secrets" that should have rotted in his stomach alone, he felt a kind of joy in his heart that he had been freed from the shackles.

Wu Nian sat on the opposite side in silence, looking down at his toes, not knowing what he was thinking, but Si Huai was surprisingly calm after finishing speaking, took the Shanhe sword out of the scabbard, and wiped it carefully with the hem of his clothes. stand up.

Until Si Huai wiped the Shanhe Sword front and back three times, and there was no movement from the person opposite, his heart sank slowly, he sighed slightly and was about to wipe it for the fourth time, when he saw a small The small white flakes fell lightly on the sword, and turned into a little water stain in an instant.

"It's snowing again..." Si Huai murmured softly, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, only to find that the curtained bamboo hat behind his back covered his head at some point, and the white veil wrapped around a white On his hand, the prayer beads wrapped twice around his wrist were faintly exposed.

He didn't know when Wu Nian stood behind him, raised his head to meet those gentle eyes, peeped out the complicated thoughts inside, and then hurriedly moved his eyes away.

A sound of rustling clothes sounded beside him, and Wu Nian sat down next to him, holding one hand high and still maintaining the posture of using a bamboo hat to block the snow, and there was another short moment of silence before finally Finally he let out a long sigh.

"The reason you ended up doing such a wrong thing as killing people and slaughtering temples is not because those people refused to let you go, but because they actually wanted to plot against Master Lingjun, right?" He stared at Si Huai's side face , and asked in a very cautious tone: "Then... what happened in the night side hall, does Master Lingjun know?"

"He doesn't need to know." Si Huai blurted out without looking back.

Wu Nian didn't ask any more questions, but the gaze that fell on his face was very intense, turning into a silent inquiry. Si Huai frowned slightly unnaturally, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. He glanced at it, and continued to speak resignedly.

"So what if he knows? Let him escape with me? Or do you expect him to save me from those people and not be kicked out of the temple? Since those people have such thoughts, even if they are exposed in person , and won’t give up. What’s more... I don’t want him to know that even the abbot has nodded his head.”

"Since I chose not to tell him before doing it, there is no need to tell him after killing someone. I admit what I did myself. I don't need him to live with me with his sins, and I don't need him to kill him. I will die with me later because of guilt."

"As long as he kills me with his own hands in the end, then all the previous rumors will eventually become that I seduced him and gave him a good reputation of acting on behalf of the heavens. One day, when his merits and virtues are complete, he will become a Buddha immediately. No one will ever remember."

"It's just that you didn't expect that he would be buried for you in the end." Wu Nian's voice was neither soft nor heavy, like a small snowflake falling from the sky, which melted immediately on the palm of my hand, but left a mark.

Si Huai's hand gently stroking the Shanhe Sword trembled slightly, and his fingers rubbed the sharp peak to draw a shallow wound, but he didn't pay attention at all, and silently repeated the words I read in his heart.

He really did not expect, did not expect that Lingjun would build a tomb for him, did not expect that Lingjun would make the jade ring of the Zen stick into something else, and did not expect that a few years later, Lingjun would choose to die in the tomb with him inside.

There was no Lingjun's body in the tomb, presumably it was ashes and no bones remained.

Wu Nian took advantage of his stupefied time to hold his hand in his hand. Seeing that the wound did not bleed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "What you didn't expect is that the world's faith is too devoid of confidence. Hurry up, since Master Lingjun left, even Buddhism has gradually declined, and finally it has become what it is today."

The people who had the most hope of cultivating the true fruit were all trapped by love, and left a dubious reputation among the people, so people naturally felt that purifying their hearts and desires was fake.Since it is false, why bother to eat fast, meditate and study Buddhism.

Si Huaiwei pulled his hand out with all his strength, and said, "Now you know, I don't have any righteousness to worry about, it's just my own personal affair. Murder and arson are facts, does it disappoint you?"

He regretted it when he asked the words. He was afraid of hearing the word "yes" from Wu Nian, and even more afraid that Wu Nian would turn around and leave without saying a word, so he turned around stubbornly and did not look at him.

But Wu Nian just sighed again, and said in a calm and serious tone: "There are many things that can't be told right from wrong. Although you are at fault for this matter, if you look closely, who is not at fault? Besides, Even if it is right or wrong, so what? The world is ruthless, and the years are also ruthless. No one will always remember a person's right and wrong, but only what you have done."

The words paused, and one hand covered Si Huai's shoulder, with little force, but irresistibly turned his body away, and met those gentle eyes again.

He said: "Of course you did something wrong, but you did it because you loved someone so much. I still believe that your nature is pure and kind, and I believe that you will not kill innocent people, and I don't want to see you repeat the same mistakes."

Si Huai's eyes flickered slightly, as if something lightly hit him in his heart, and he just looked at Wu Nian quietly, waiting for him to persuade himself to explain to the Baijia of Xianmen, or to hide his words .

But Wu Nian just tilted his head a little uncomfortably, and after a long while, a word came out of his mouth like a mosquito, and asked, "Am I really born exactly like him?"

Si Huai was stunned for a while before he realized who the "he" he was referring to was, and couldn't help being a little amused, and asked, "Didn't you say categorically when you were at the foot of the mountain that I also had real feelings for you? Why?" Don’t believe it now? If you want to leave now, there is still time.”

But Wu Nian didn't pay attention to what he said later, and said: "I used to have confidence, but now I don't have it. You have such deep affection for him, knowing that I am not him, why do you still like me?"

His voice became smaller and smaller, and against the uncomfortable expression on his face, Si Huai finally understood what the complicated thoughts in his eyes were, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips curled up slightly, and he smiled silently Get up, said: "If you like it, you like it. There are so many reasons."

"Ah..." Wu Nian didn't expect him to give such an answer, he opened his mouth slightly, and before he recovered his senses, he pulled down the hand that had been holding the bamboo hat to block it. They were all stuck in front of him.

"Master, you're blushing." Si Huai smiled lowly, brushed his lips against the tip of his nose, moved down slowly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "The first two times you pretended to be asleep, This time I'm going to kiss you openly and squarely."

Wu Nian only felt that Si Huai's lips were as cold as his hands, and he was stunned and did not move until his lower lip was bitten gently, and finally subconsciously pushed the person in front of him away, Some said incoherently: "This... this... here is a Buddha... a Buddhist temple..."

"It's long gone." Si Huai said so, but didn't do anything else, put the Shanhe sword back into the scabbard, stood up and patted the snow on his body.

"Qi Zhou..." Wu Nian thought he got up and was about to leave, so he quickly reached out and grabbed him, seeing him turn around with a puzzled look, hesitated for a while, and said softly, "I love you."

I feel sorry for you.

These four words sounded a little inexplicable for no reason, but Si Huai couldn't help but his nose turned sour. He looked up at the snow that was falling more and more, and after a long silence, he laughed uncontrollably.

"What are you laughing at... what I said is true." Wu Nian thought he didn't believe it, so she went around in front of him and got ready to say it again, but Si Huai pointed to the Zen staff that was placed aside, and raised his eyebrows to act wink.

"It's snowing heavily, take the Zen stick, it won't be easy to go down the mountain after dark." His tone was light, but there was a hint of joy in his expression.

I said in response, and looked back at the golden Zen staff lying on the ground, and suddenly felt a little disrespectful to my ancestors, so I hurried over and joined hands and bowed for a few times before bending down to pick up the Zen staff.

The rings buckled on the Zen staff collided with each other and made a crisp sound. Si Huai looked away from him, turned around and smiled lightly. He was holding the Shanhe Sword and was about to go first when he suddenly noticed something coming from him quickly. Passing by, a gloomy cold wind blew up, and the next moment, I heard Wu Nian behind me scream.

More than a dozen men in black surrounded him and Wu Nian, and they appeared out of nowhere. There was a gloomy and strange aura around him, as if crawling out of a pile of dead people. Deadly, with a grimace mask with blue face and fangs on his face, the sword in his hand pointed steadily at them.

One of them has already snatched up the Zen staff from Wu Nian, and Bu Xiao asked what they were aiming for. The rings made a fierce sound when they collided. The man pushed back from Wu Nian.

It's just that the ghost-masked man seems to be very strong, this retreat also snatched Bi Jue's Zen staff, Wu Nian's hands were a little numb from the wear, and when he saw it, he hurried up to grab it back, but another group of people quickly blocked it to him.

"Get out of the way!"

Si Huai let out a cold shout from behind, and Wu Nian moved to the side, and saw Shanhe sword wrapped in blue sword Mang, striking towards the group of ghost-masked men, almost in the blink of an eye, originally standing Si Huai, who was behind him, had already reached the middle of the ghost-masked men, holding the Shanhe sword with his backhand, and blocked the sword's edge that fell down.

Although I don't know the origin of these people, Wu Nian is not worried that Si Huai will not be able to beat him. Seeing the man with the Zen staff running farther and farther, he hurriedly chased him in the direction he was running.

The group of fighting ghost-faced men discovered his intentions, and separated two people to block his way. The sound of the wind rushed straight to the back of my head, and Wu Nian had no choice but to give up chasing and dodge to dodge.

The hidden weapon sank into the tree trunk next to it and made two sudden noises. Wu Nian subconsciously turned his head and looked over, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he was stunned in disbelief—the hidden weapon nailed into the dark bark was also on his body. The two are exactly the cross flower darts of unknown origin.

Who are these ghost-faced men of unknown origin? !

However, before he had time to think about it, a sword energy came from behind him, and he had no weapons to resist, so he could only raise his hand to protect his head to block it.

"Clang--" there was a sound of the long sword breaking, Si Huai rushed over in time and kicked the two people away, but the unstoppable sword energy still drew a long wound on Wu Nian's arm, He even cut off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, scattered them and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

This scene seemed familiar, Si Huai stretched out his hand to grab it but failed to catch it, and suddenly remembered a certain rainy night hundreds of years ago, he knelt on the ground covered in blood, picking up the beads one by one.

There was a tinge of blue in the bloodshot eyes, and an angry murderous intent filled his whole body. Seeing this, the two ghost-masked men in front of him took a few steps back, and quickly ran away with the companions who rushed over. Si Huai drove the sword over Blocking him, he was about to chase after him, when the hand beside him was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Wu Nian half-kneeled on the ground, holding him with one hand, and tightly holding the Buddha head of the unfallen Buddha beads with the other hand, a faint ray of jade overflowed from the Buddha head, wrapping Turned around and around beside him.

His hands were clenched tightly and trembling violently, a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, as if an invisible force tore his heart apart and pulled away all his strength.Si Huai's eager calling beside him became distant and near, in a trance, accompanied by some never-before-seen scenes, and a slightly youthful voice that had never been heard but was very familiar. together.

In front of the Huguo Temple, the dragon transformed into a young man in a green robe with horns on his head...

The young man in the meditation room was so drunk that his face was flushed, and he said that his body smelled good...

The picture of wearing bells on the feet of Lancang Mountain and sitting on a swing gently swinging...

A picture of a person curled up under a big tree on a rainy day, holding a broken Buddhist bead in his hand...

He let out two low groans in pain, and the hand holding Si Huai was so strong that his veins showed. After a long time, he slowly loosened his grip a little, and looked up at the anxious-looking person beside him, a little With difficulty, he called out in a low voice, "Qi Zhou..."

"I'm here." Si Huai replied, the blue color in his eyes had long since dissipated, and a circle of broken red marks were covered. He finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his voice, and stretched out his hand to gently smooth his back. Caress.

"Qi Zhou." He called out again, it was still the same voice, but for some reason, there was an easily detectable grief added.

Si Huai raised the corner of his mouth and was about to respond to him, but suddenly thought of something unbelievable. He froze for a moment, and withdrew the hand that was caressing behind him as if on fire, and wrote in his slowly widening eyes. It was full of disbelief, and even the unformed smile fell apart bit by bit.

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