That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

It was already a cold and windy winter day, but there were still faint "cuckoo" sounds from time to time in the deep mountains, as if no matter whether it was severe cold or scorching heat, nothing could stop the midnight cheers of those things in the secluded forest.

The turquoise fireworks danced, and I recited the last scripture silently in my heart. I raised my eyes to look at the people next to me, only to realize that Si Huai had fallen asleep leaning against the gray wall at some point.

"Qi Zhou?" He called out cautiously, and seeing that Si Huai didn't respond, he couldn't help but sighed softly, and carefully pulled his hand that was hanging on the ground and placed it in front of his abdomen.

After days of hiding and fighting, I must have never had a good rest. I wanted to lay him down so that he could sleep more comfortably, but I was afraid that I would accidentally wake him up, so I had to let him continue to lean on it, thinking for a while. He also took off his coat and covered him.

When he bid farewell to the Sheng family and came to look for Si Huai, he brought a package containing clothes, but last night he suddenly found that Si Huai was missing, and he forgot on the boat in a hurry. Huai's body was covered with only a close-fitting layer of underwear, and even though there was a fire not far away, he couldn't help shivering.

Sitting quietly beside Si Huai for a while, making sure he was fast asleep, Wu Nian held his breath and got up from the ground, slipped out quietly, and stood outside the door looking back with some worry After a few glances, he hurried towards the main hall ahead under the urging of the cold wind.

The main hall of Minghua Temple was built with mud mixed with bricks and stones, but after the beams were burnt, half of the roof without support also collapsed, crushing a brick wall.Later, the fallen bricks, tiles and charred wood were removed, leaving only an empty shell of the hall surrounded by three walls and half a leaky roof.

The things in the temple had been burned to ashes long ago and cleared out, leaving only a blackened altar standing alone in the center, and three lotus altars were arranged side by side on the altar, only the middle one was still sitting upright. There is a tall Buddha statue.

Wu Nian paused outside the gate of the hall, looked up at the empty place where the plaque should have been hung, put his hands together and bowed deeply, and then walked into the dilapidated Daxiong Hall.

Maybe it was because the night was too quiet, and every step he took lightly made a dull sound. When he reached the only remaining Buddha statue, he stopped again and saw clearly through the vast snow and half-room skylight. The golden Buddha statue in front of him.

It is said to be a golden Buddha statue, but it is actually just the appearance in his memory. The golden color on the Buddha statue has long been quenched to black in the fire, and a layer of gold on the lotus platform under the seat has fallen off, turning into a Half black but not gray, it is covered with dust along with the Buddha statue.

When he left with Si Huai's body, all three Buddha statues were still there. When he came back a few years later, only this one was left. It is unknown whether someone from the palace transported it away or was stolen. The remaining one stood here alone for hundreds of years.

I don't know whether it was bewilderment or bewilderment, Wu Nian sighed heavily, said "Amitabha", then knelt down straight on the ground, kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue devoutly, straightened his waist, and folded his palms together. Silently recited the scriptures.

The sound of chanting sutras was shattered by the stern cold wind at night, and even the thin figure kneeling in front of the Buddha statue shook slightly, but Wu Nian seemed to be unaware of the biting coldness, and knelt for an hour before falling After reading the scriptures, I made three sincere prostrations to the Buddha statue before standing up on my knees.

As soon as he moved, a pair of hands stretched out from behind, and the cold palms pressed against his arms through a thin layer of clothing, pulling him up with a little force.

You don't need to turn your head to know who these cold hands belong to. The chilly frost and snow brought in from outside has not receded. Wu Nian frowned and dared not look at him, and asked in a low voice: "When did you come here?" ?”

"I should ask you this question, right? What are you doing here at night?" Si Huai's voice was slightly angry, and he put back the middle coat that he had covered himself when he woke up. Thinking about his shoulders, he felt that it was still not enough, so he simply took off his coat and gave it to him.

Wu Nian obediently wrapped up the two layers of clothing that had been put on, soaking up some of Si Huai's unabated body temperature, and said with a smile: "I came to repay the Buddha's wish for us to meet, and I also repented for myself."

Si Huai directly omitted the previous sentence, and asked, "Repent for what?"

"Repent for the mistakes you made for me." Wu Nian withdrew his smile, remembered what Si Huai had said to him, smiled wryly and shook his head, "When I came out of the Zen room, I only Seeing the corpses and flames all over the place, I thought you regretted not wanting to repent in the temple, or they provoked you with foul language, but I didn’t expect that you were still doing it for me..."

"If it's because of this incident, you can bring me to repent to the Buddha tomorrow. Why did you come over in the middle of the night while I was asleep?" Si Huai obviously didn't believe this explanation, and his brows frowned even more tightly. He said, "Monks don't lie, but it's natural for you to lie to me."

"How could I..."

"Why don't you?" Si Huai interrupted him sharply, "You said that you didn't know that you would meet me in the next life, but because you prayed for seven days in front of the Buddha, you got the reunion in this life. But I don't think so. …You kept my body, sealed my Shanhe Sword, and sealed your memory into a rosary, and you clearly knew that I would definitely come back to life and meet you!"

"I just did this, nothing is certain." Wu Nian responded to his words lightly, but turned his face away under his gaze.

"It's true that nothing is certain, so what else did you do to make this uncertain thing a reality?" Si Huai didn't force him to look at him, but just held him warmly. With warm palms, he said: "Although I did not kill innocent people, I also committed serious crimes. I did not repent in front of the Buddha. How could the Buddha fulfill your next life just because you knelt for seven days?" ?”

If it is true that Lingjun touched the Buddha, it must not be just kneeling in front of the Buddha statue for seven days and seven nights.

"Qi Zhou..." Wu Nian called him, followed by another heavy sigh, and before he could think of what to say, the cold hand that was holding him let go, and in front of him Before he realized it, he touched the money bag in his cuff, and took out the piece of jade ring in the bag.

"There are memories of your previous life in this jade ring. If you don't tell me, I will see it the same way."

Wu Nian was startled, and stretched out his hand to grab it, but Si Huai turned around and stepped back a few steps, a ray of spiritual light poured into the jade ring from the fingertips that were closed together, and the faint jade color instantly swelled into a large piece. Liangmang swallowed Si Huai in an instant.

Si Huai was brought into an illusion, an illusion that could only be seen and could not be interfered with, it had actually happened in the past.

Back then in the plum garden, he and Wu Nian had also entered such an illusion. The difference was that that one was forged by Ms. Mei with deep resentment before her death, but this one was aroused by him with spiritual power. It was formed by the memory in the fragments of the jade jue.

Si Huai only wanted to see what happened after his death, so a long memory in the illusion passed by like a revolving lantern. After a while, the white light around him gradually turned into a red flame. In the hazy halo, He saw himself burning in the fire of karma, and Lingjun who stood beside him trembling.

When the fire of karma gradually weakened, Lingjun finally threw away the Bijue Zen staff in his hand, and rushed into the scorching fire without hesitation, gathering a beam of Buddha's light to protect his body that was beginning to dissipate, and the undead The soul that had time to protect turned into tens of thousands of stars and scattered in all directions.

Lingjun quickly tied a seal and wanted to gather the scattered souls together, but found that the starlight in the sky had been scattered, and the tall body that stood up shook twice, and fell heavily on Si Huai's body. next to the corpse.

What happened next was exactly the same as what Wu Nian said. In order to prevent others from discovering that he had protected Si Huai's body, Lingjun put the body in a coffin, put a seal on the coffin, and pasted A few spells concealed the coffin, and together with the remaining monks and the people sent by the emperor, they cleaned up the remnants of Minghua Temple and took the coffin to Lancang Mountain.

He dug a tomb in Lancang Mountain with the help of mountain spirits and monsters, rebuilt a sarcophagus and put Si Huai's body in it. Shi Lian was restrained, and then she closed the lid of the sarcophagus with confidence, molded eighteen bronze statues, and lit the ever-burning lamp in the tomb.

After arranging the tomb, Lingjun dug a grave on the ground again, put Si Huai's youthful clothes into the coffin he brought, and buried a small earthen bag on the ground.

Later, Lingjun left Lancang Mountain and found the master craftsman who helped him reforge the Bijue Zen stick and forge the Mountain and River Sword. A glazed pure fire re-refined these four pieces of broken jade into four different things.

After refining, he put Yu Yizhu on his hand, found a box to put the other three things in, bid farewell to the old craftsman, put on a purple cassock and went to the palace to meet the emperor, and handed the things to the emperor inside.

Later, Lingjun returned to Minghua Temple with his Zen staff and Shanhe Sword, split open the pagoda where Si Huai had sat, sealed the Shanhe Sword inside, brought mud bricks, and A fallen pagoda was built again.

The fast-moving images gradually slowed down. Even though Si Huai knew that he was an incorporeal body, when he saw Lingjun walking out of Tallinn, he subconsciously turned his body to make way for him.

Lingjun walked all the way to the Daxiong Palace, and seemed to be taken aback when he saw the lonely Buddha statue in the center, then strode in, knelt down on the hard ground, knelt down for seven days and nights, and got off halfway During the two heavy rains, he didn't move more than half a point.

He heard that Lingjun repeated a sentence to the Buddha in addition to chanting: "I would like to use all the merits and virtues to redeem Si Huai's sins, and ask the Buddha to rid him of his sins. If this life is not enough, I will use my next life's To repay the merits, I only ask the Buddha to bless him to be reborn, so that I can meet him in the next life."

Si Huai's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist, the distinct knuckles were bloodless pale, and the nails dug deeply into the flesh of the palm .

He knew that Lingjun must have done something else to impress the Buddha, but he didn't expect that Lingjun used his own immeasurable merits to redeem his sins in the previous life.

No wonder Lingjun promised not to practice Buddhism in this life, yet he was reincarnated as a monk. It turned out that he had already repaid the merits of this life...

That person used to be, but he was almost perfect, and ascended to become a Buddha...

Si Huai only felt that the vision in front of him became hazy, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but found that the scene in front of him had changed, and he returned to the tomb in Lancang Mountain.

Still wearing the purple cassock, Lingjun knelt down in front of Si Huai's sarcophagus with the string of memory beads in his hand.

He couldn't hear what Lingjun said, he only heard the last sentence "You must come back", and saw Lingjun raised his palm and landed on the top of his head, and then his whole body turned into ashes.

The entire illusion was instantly surrounded by a white light, and Si Huai's gripped heart finally eased a little. He was about to wait for the white light to dissipate and return to reality, and then hugged Wu Nian tightly, but unexpectedly, the hazy halo disappeared. After that, he fell into a deep darkness.

At the end of the darkness, there are large tracts of Manjusawa blooming.

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This chapter is a bit boring to write, but I think what Lingjun did in his previous life should not be taken too simply.It seems that the more I write, the more fantasy hahaha, but this article itself is a monster, no matter what you see next, don’t hit me hahaha

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