That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Si Huai slowly turned his stiff neck and shook his head twice, pulled out the hand held by Wu Nian forcefully, subconsciously took two steps back, and stepped on the Buddha beads that rolled to the ground.

Even though the reincarnated Wu Nian is exactly the same as Lingjun in the previous life, even with the same voice, but he has never had a moment like just now, and from that sad tone, he clearly feels that the person in front of him is Lingjun.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad, or ashamed at this moment, so he just stood two steps away numbly, watching Wu Nian gritted his teeth and propped himself up from the ground, and the hand that was stretched out to help trembled a little. After struggling a few times in his heart, he timidly took it back, clenched his fists and hung them by his side.

Wu Nian seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, and his standing posture became much straighter. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and then looked at Si Huai who was standing in front of him and dared not approach without saying a word.

Those eyes were heavy and fiery, and there were some familiar and complicated things. Si Huai hurriedly lowered his head after just one glance, and squatted down without any explanation to pick up the scattered Buddhist beads.

I read that string of Buddha beads has more beads than the small red sandalwood leaf beads he wears on his wrist. They were scattered all over the place after they were disconnected and dropped. Except for the few visible ones at the feet, more of them have rolled away. In which corner, hiding under the leaves and crevices.

Si Huai vaguely gathered the few beads he had picked up in his hands, and was about to rummage bit by bit, when the beads in his hand suddenly emitted a light jade-colored light that was very incongruous with his gray-brown color. , and then there was a small rustling sound all around at the same time, and the fallen beads rolled towards his feet with the same color of light.

Like the sticky will-o'-the-wisps that emerge from the deep mountains and wild forests after dark...

This inexplicable association made goose bumps on his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a pair of gray monk shoes standing still beside him. Si Huai hesitated for a moment, but picked up the beads that rolled over one by one. , stood up holding both hands, and handed it to Wu Nian silently.

Wu Nian reached out to pick it up knowingly, only to find that the Buddha's head tightly held in my hand had turned into a small piece of green jade, with the same pale color as those beads. The light lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Fu Mingyao said that in the secret volume of Tianji Gate's collection of books, it is recorded that Master Sheng Chan divided the jade ring into four pieces and turned it into four different things, but only three were handed over and recorded in the volume.

It turned out that the fourth item had always been in his own hands.

Wu Nian stared at the jade piece for a while, and soon came back to his senses, took out a small bag from his sleeve and put it in Si Huai's palm, asked him to pour all the beads in his hand, and finally put the small piece of jade Throw them in together, tighten the drawstring and put them back into the sleeve pocket.

It wasn't until this moment that Si Huai realized that what he used to hold the Buddhist beads was the money bag he left on the boat last night, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and finally eased the anxiety in his heart, and opened his mouth with some uncertainty .

"I think... or Lingjun?"

"Hmm..." I don't know whether it was a promise or a thought, but after a short while, he said, "It's both."

"How could it be both? How could you be Lingjun..." Si Huai yelled very rudely and impatiently, before saying a few words, his voice gradually quieted down, and he frowned tightly.

How could he not be Lingjun, he was the reincarnation of Lingjun, but after crossing the bridge of Naihe, he forgot all the past.Since he can condense his broken soul to rebirth, why can't Lingjun remember the things of his previous life.

"I am." As if to appease me, Wu Nian said this very softly, as if suppressing something, and said: "I remember many things, I remember that when you first transformed into a form, you still couldn't remove the top of your head The horns and the scales on your body, remember that I will give you the bottom every year on your birthday, remember that I will take you on a tour, remember that you said you liked me when you were drunk..."

Hearing him say these things with his own ears, Si Huai couldn't restrain his red eyes anymore, and after blinking twice, two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He raised his trembling hand to give himself a kiss. Slap in the face, and afraid that the scene in front of me is really just a dream that can't come back after being shattered.

Wu Nian took two steps forward, and seeing that Si Huai did not resist, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears on his face, took his left hand hanging by his side, and gently pulled up his sleeve, revealing his Arms wrapped in white gauze.

It was re-wrapped for Si Huai not long ago. After the two fights between Xianmen and the ghost-masked man last night, the snow-white veil oozes bloodstains again. Also switched to the right hand.

"Does it hurt?" As soon as the words came out, he suddenly felt that he had already asked this question. He stretched out his fingers but didn't dare to touch them, and said to himself: "I rescued your body from the karmic fire back then, but it was too late. some, let the fire burn my arm..."

Si Huai originally wanted to follow his words and ask him what he had done, but when he lowered his head, he saw that his arm, which was scratched by the sword qi, was still bleeding, so he forgot what he wanted to ask , bent down and tore off a strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and asked without thinking: "Where is the hemostatic powder you carry with you?"

"It's okay." Wu Nian shook his head, reached for the cloth strip in his hand, but when he was unprepared, he grabbed that hand and pulled it forward, bringing Si Huai into the room. She slipped into her arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his waist.

"You..." Si Huai noticed that Wu Nian had buried his head on the side of his neck, his body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, pushing or hugging with both hands, and said in a panicked tone: "This... this... this... here It's a Buddha... a Buddhist temple..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly felt that the scene seemed a little familiar, and he heard the person holding him laugh softly, and the warm breath sprayed on his neck, which felt a little itchy for no reason.

"Yeah." I said in response, but the hands around his waist were tightened even tighter, as if something hot was falling on his shoulders, and only a slightly hoarse voice said: "Don't Move, let me hold you for a while."

Si Huai was stunned for a moment, as if it was only at this moment that he was sure that Lingjun really remembered, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and silently responded with the word "yes".

Not long after, the sky slowly dimmed, and the falling snow became bigger and bigger, soaking the clothes on his body.

A flake of snow fluttered onto Si Huai's eyelashes. He raised his hand to wipe it off, but Wu Nian immediately sensed his intention, and finally let go of his tightly clasped hands and pulled him closer. After going to the small piece of cold white, he asked in a low voice: "It's getting dark, and it's snowing heavily, should you stay here tonight?"

Si Huai was still a bit dazed, but when he heard his question, he nodded his head, paused for a while to react, and said uncomfortably: "I always listen to what you say."

Wu Nian had already expected that he would agree, crumpled up the cloth strips from Si Huai's hands, wiped off the blood on his arms indiscriminately, threw away the blood-stained cloth strips, and held him back. Si Huai walked towards the meditation room.

The places where Minghua Temple was burned were mainly the temples in front of it and the nearby Buddhist scripture pavilions, and the Zen rooms and guest houses a little further away were less burned. However, hundreds of years have passed, even if they were not destroyed It was burnt down, and also collapsed due to the sun and rain due to long-term vacancy, and there are almost no places left to rest.

Si Huai thought that I wanted to take him to the monk's house where he lived 300 years ago, and he was feeling uneasy, so he was dragged to a monk's room that seemed to have complete walls and tiles.

There was only half of the burnt black door left in the monk's room. After entering, the smell of dust accumulated for a long time and the smell of burnt wood spread throughout the Minghua Temple.The beds and chairs inside had been cleared out long ago, except for the cobwebs hanging on the top, there was nothing else, and a corner of the wall connected to the next door collapsed, blowing cold wind into it.

Although it is not good, it is difficult to find a room with complete walls and a roof in Minghua Temple. Si Huai is a person who has slept with Lingjun, so he doesn't think it is difficult to let in some wind. Even with his feet, he pulled the dust on the ground to make a small space, squeezed the blue fireworks and set them down.

The flame transformed from spiritual power can be ignited without firewood. Si Huai threw it down and ignored it. When he turned around, he saw Wu Nian spreading the coat he took off on the dirty ground, leaning against the side that was not Count the clean walls and sit down.

Si Huai sighed inaudibly, walked over and sat down next to him, pulled up his bloody left hand, and called out, "Lingjun..."

"Let me read it." He interrupted aloud, with a hint of regret in his tone, and said in a gentle voice: "All the disturbances have ended 300 years ago, even if I think of the past, I am no longer That holy Zen master. In this life, I am just my thoughts."

I read... A small voice in Si Huai's heart followed him, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the sentence he said to himself when he saw me read for the first time in this life: Indistinct mortals, there is my love read.

"Cough cough..." He coughed twice pretendingly, no longer entangled with Wu Nian about the name, and raised his middle finger to condense a light, and swipe along the wound on Wu Nian's left arm , stopped the blood that was still bubbling out.

Seeing that Wu Nian did not say a word, Si Huai simply tore off another piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and bandaged the wound with a somewhat unfamiliar movement. Finally, he remembered something important, and asked: "What happened 300 years ago?" , after I died... what did you do?"

Wu Nian seemed to have expected that he would ask questions, without much hesitation, and replied: "I watched you gradually disappear in the flames, regretted it, rushed in and snatched your body, but your soul is still scattered gone."

It doesn't need to be said that Si Huai knows about this matter, except him, no one else will save his body from the red lotus fire.

Even if he lowered his head, Wu Nian could see him frowning, and continued to say: "I dare not let people know that your body has not regretted it, so I took you to Lancang Mountain and built a Put your body in the tomb, and build a clothes mound on top to hide people's eyes and ears."

Si Huai still didn't look up, and asked, "And then?"

"Then..." I paused for a while, as if I was thinking of words, and after a while, I said: "I know you will definitely come back, I was afraid that you would make another mistake, so I sealed the Shanhe sword with the Zen stick. "

When sealing the Shanhe Sword, he had already taken out the jade ring in the Zen staff and divided it into four pieces of jade. Between these two sentences, I omitted the matter of the jade ring fragments.

Three pieces of broken jade appeared before, and two of them passed my hand, but none of them awakened his past life memory. Why did he remember this one when it appeared?

Si Huai finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head to look at him, and said in a calm tone, "The things drawn on the Qianqiu paper will never die. Ruyi pens draw dreams to create dreams, and gluttonous seals can summon ghosts." What is the use of this string of Buddhist beads in your hand?"

Wu Nian looked down at Kong Kong's left hand, and said with a smile: "It's called Yu Yizhu, it's useless, it just keeps all the memories of my previous life."

"You... Do you know that you will meet me again in this life?" Si Huai's throat choked up. Although it was a question, he already knew the answer in his heart.

If he knew that he would never meet again, why would he seal his memory in a prayer bead, and seal the Shanhe sword with a Zen stick that only he can remove.

"I don't know." He suppressed the smile from the corner of his mouth, and said with a serious expression: "I knelt in front of the Buddha for seven days, begging the Buddha to let me meet you in the next life. I don't know if he heard, But even if it’s just in case, I’d like to do it.”

He held Si Huai's hand instead, and covered the other hand over his cold palm, and said word by word: "You are so kind, how can I not be willing to forget."

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