That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

"Yiyi... Yiyi..."

Yang Changqing on the side murmured Mei Yi's name repeatedly, his limp body slid along the base of the wall to the ground, as if in a daze, he wanted to put the two halves of the torn picture scroll back together. Finally gave up struggling and howled.

Everyone looked at the embarrassed scholar, and then at Miss Mei standing beside him who was crying silently, and then suddenly remembered that Mr. Yang is not a practitioner, and they couldn't see the person beside him who was separated from yin and yang.

Yang Changqing suddenly thought of something, hugged the torn scroll tightly in his arms, and crawled towards Monk Wu Nian on both hands and feet, choked up and said, "Master, what should I do? What should I do if the painting attached to me is torn?" ?Will she lose her mind? Master, please save her! You are so powerful that you can let me see her, so there must be a way to kill her, right? "

I have never seen this kind of life and death, especially when a seven-foot man cried so heartbrokenly and knelt on the ground begging him, his heart was moved with compassion, and he quickly bent down to help him up.

"Miss had obsessions during her lifetime, and she will be possessed in the picture scroll after death. The benefactor needs to understand that even if you carry the things she possessed with you, you will be separated forever after all."

Yang Changqing finally regained some sense, sobbed, and then replied gently and politely: "I know. It's just that Xiaosheng is superficial. When I fell in love with someone, I couldn't let him go. When I first met in Yuelao Temple, I and I met each other. Yiyi has made a decision for the rest of her life to be with her in life and death, and she will never leave. Today I can only see her again because of the help of Master. I have worshiped the world with her. Even if she is a ghost, I will stay with her in this life. No, it is enough for me to know that she is by my side."

"The benefactor's affection for Miss is deeply touching, but..." Wu Nian took the two halves of the painting from him, turned his head to Si Huai with some embarrassment, and said, "Monk, I don't know how to repair paintings. I don't know if benefactor Huai has any." This ability?"

Si Huai pursed his mouth and shook his head helplessly, then turned around and rolled his eyes to the sky.

He can't even sew holes in his clothes, how can he do such delicate work, this monk is too flattering on him for such weird things.

Wu Nian also didn't have much hope that Si Huai would repair the painting. Seeing him turn his head away, I could only sigh softly and put the torn painting back together symbolically.

I don’t want to, when the two halves of the drawing paper touch, it’s like lamp oil meeting fire. The blue flame is like pure glass, and instantly sweeps the painting scroll into ashes. A piece of jade-colored gravel the size of a copper coin The piece floated gently on the palm of Wu Nian, with a faint golden light glowing.

"This..." Wu Nian stared at the unknown thing in the palm of his hand, not daring to move.

Si Huai frowned slightly, and stepped forward to pick it up, but the thing suddenly lost strength and fell onto Wu Nian's palm, and the golden brilliance also disappeared, as if it was just a piece of ordinary broken jade.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, Si Huai felt as if he knew this thing, but he couldn't remember what it was.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand, and the ink in his eyes darkened a bit.

"That female ghost has been snatching paintings just now, could it be for this thing?"

"But what is this?" Wu Nian pinched the broken jade in his fingertips, and lifted it to a height where few people nearby could see it. "It looks like a piece of a broken jade ring, but why did the painting burn by itself and become this broken jade?"

The group of monks who gathered to count the heads shook their heads. This matter was really too mind-boggling and beyond the comprehension of those who came to help open the door.

"Master..." Yang Changqing, who was almost stunned by the sidelines, finally opened his mouth timidly, "The picture scroll is ruined, so Yiyi..."

"Ahem..." Wu Nian put the things in his palm, almost forgot about the business, looked at the ghost Miss Mei who also had a sad face, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his voice and called out: "Chen Yi! "

"Hey! I'm here, uncle!" The little monk poked his head out from the gate of the courtyard, spread his legs and ran over quickly.

"Just now I saw that the courtyard was too intense, so I didn't dare to come in. Why did my uncle call me?"

"Go back to your room and fetch my string of incense beads."

"Ah?" Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard. "That's my uncle's favorite string of rosary beads. I'm usually reluctant to take it out. What do you do with it?"

"Go as soon as you are told, what are you doing asking so many questions?"

"I..." Chen Yi pouted and wanted to refute, but he, a 13-year-old boy, was really just a doll who didn't fit in among this group of people, so he immediately lost the courage to refute, and said "oh" sullenly With a sound, he turned and went back to his room to get his things.

"Benefactor." Wu Nian nodded slightly to Yang Changqing, and said: "The benefactor just gave up his life to protect the scroll, so the young lady is not injured, and there is no danger of her soul flying away. It's just that if the wandering soul loses its possession, It is easy to be discovered by the ghosts of the underworld and taken away. Even if it is not discovered, it will slowly disappear because of no attachment after a long time. Since the scroll has been destroyed, we can only find another place for the young lady."

"Yiyi, is he really okay?" Yang Changqing finally relaxed his tightly frowning brows, looked around, and asked with some regret: "Is she by my side?"

"Yes." Wu Nian nodded slightly, looked at Miss Mei with tears in her eyes, turned her face away a little bit unbearably, and silently recited the Purifying Mantra.

Chen was a young man with great energy, and he ran fast. After a while, he took the agarwood rosary that Wu Nian mentioned, and put it in his hand solemnly, as if he was afraid that he would do something stupid.

I read what he was thinking, reached out and touched his little bald head, and said in a warm voice: "A monk, except for his life, everything is external to him, so we shouldn't take it too seriously. Although this rosary is my beloved , if Master Yang and Ms. Mei can stay together forever, wouldn’t it be better than staying with me in the dust?”

It makes sense, but because of the child's nature, he is always a little bit reluctant. When the uncle said this in front of everyone, he couldn't say anything more. He turned around silently and faced Si Huai with a depressed expression, inexplicably I feel that if there is anyone who is not willing to part with his uncle, it must be this benefactor.

Master Huai didn't understand his great spiritual sustenance, and silently watched the movements of Wu Nian's hands.He put the string of rosary beads together in his palm, murmured the scriptures in his mouth, and recited a whole mantra from the beginning to the end, and then a faint golden light condensed on his fingertips and dropped a "Swastika" on the Buddha's head. "The word really opened up the light for the string of rosary beads.

Before the golden light dissipated, I turned to Mei Yi, tapped her forehead lightly, and then solemnly handed the bracelet to Yang Changqing.

"Ghosts and ghosts are instinctively afraid of the Buddhist artifacts of the Buddhist family. The benefactor wears this rosary on his body to keep him safe. I have made a gold seal on the young lady, and she can be attached to this rosary in the future. The poor monk also has a thought. Please, this rosary was given to the poor monk by his master, and now I give it to the benefactor to see that the benefactor has a good heart, and I hope that the benefactor will do more good deeds in the future, and if he is tired of meritorious deeds, he may be able to meet Miss."

Yang Changqing opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He suddenly felt that the Buddhist beads in his hand were heavy. He knelt down and kowtowed three times.

I couldn't read it well and rejected it again and again, but I accepted the kneeling with peace of mind, chanted the Buddha's name, and passed the broken jade in my hand, "Although I don't know why the scroll turned into this thing, but after all, it belongs to the benefactor. Return it to its original owner."

"What I want is just the picture scroll that Yiyi lives in. The picture scroll has been destroyed. What's the use of me wanting it? Besides, I'm just an ordinary scholar. Even if it's a sacred object, it's useless. Why don't you just give it to Master and let him dispose of it."

"That's okay." Wu Nian thanked again, put away the broken jade, and said goodbye to the layman. When passing by the maid's corpse, he stopped a little bit unbearably, and said "Amitabha ", ordered Chen Yi to stay and save her.

The monks who previously looked down upon the arrogance of the monk unexpectedly ran away together, but now they rushed over and asked for advice on the Dharma that they had always looked down upon.

Si Huai fell behind, seeing Wu Nian embraced by the stars, shook his head and smiled silently.

Suddenly there was a person beside him, looked up, and found that the monks had disappeared at some point, Wu Nian walked beside him with a smile, and asked, "What is the benefactor laughing at?"

"Nothing." I just feel very happy to be able to look at you like this.

"When we were dealing with the female ghost just now, the benefactor played the Buddhist chant "Yushan Fan". I only thought that the benefactor was good at the melody, but I didn't want to dabble in the melody of Buddhism? Recite the Sanskrit with a clear mind. The effect is that it is mostly played with a low-pitched qin Xiao, but I have never seen a flute used."

Si Huai turned his head to look at him, with a strange expression as if he really wanted to ask about this matter.

Every time the monk finds something from Buddhism in him, he has to ask, is it because there are few people in Buddhism, and he wants him to shave his head and be with him?

"I used to play the qin before, but my fingers hurt from playing it. I am a casual cultivator who walks around and it is inconvenient to carry it, so I abandoned it. In addition to carrying swords and swords, most monks of the Xianmen carry other things as weapons , many of them use musical instruments as weapons, and my flute is nothing special except that it is made of bones, so there is nothing strange about it.”

With a few words, Si Huai avoided the question of why he played the Buddhist melody, and when he saw Master Mei coming in a hurry, Shi Shiran stopped in his tracks.

When I see someone coming, I don't want to continue to ask questions, and wait for Master Mei to speak.

When Master Mei saw him, his impetuous heart immediately froze. He nodded symbolically at Si Huai and asked, "Master, I heard that a maid was possessed by a ghost and died. What happened?" What's going on? It's Yiyi..."

"It's not Miss. That female ghost has some skills, and I don't know where she came from. We are not people in the government. It is our duty to catch ghosts and catch demons, but it is not our duty to murder cases. Miss has passed away, and the benefactor also asks for condolences. From now on Do a lot of good deeds and add some blessings to the dead."

"Master, listen to your words, do you think that my life is still hanging on my body? I have regretted killing my daughter with my own hands. I really don't know where another ghost came out!"

"Amitabha, since your hands are stained with blood, you have sinned. The poor monk is just urging the benefactor to do more good deeds, and use good deeds to make up for the sins of the past. The maid in the master's mansion died innocently. The poor monk has asked his nephew to save her. I also ask the master to bury her well."

"That's it...thank you, master. Master, you should be grateful for eliminating the troubles of my Mei family. Later, I will ask the housekeeper to prepare a hundred taels of gold for the master..."

"Benefactor." Wu Nian interrupted him, and said: "This poor monk is entrusted by the benefactor to catch ghosts. It is for doing righteous things, not for money. A hundred taels of gold are nothing but external objects. The poor monk and his nephew are walking around. It is inconvenient to carry, if the benefactor wants to thank you, you might as well give some food to the poor monk."

"Of course, master can go to the kitchen to get it by himself, just take as much as you want."

"Thank you." Wu Nian clasped his hands together, and there was a hint of a triumphant smile on his lowered eyebrows.

In the early morning of the next day, the gate of the Meiyuan Garden was gently opened and closed. Two monks, one big and one small, carried several bulging packages with their straps, and walked happily on the way out of the town.

"Uncle, are we taking too much?"

"No, Master Mei allowed me to take as much as I wanted, and we only took food for a month, which is not much for a rich family."

"That's right." Chen Yi thought about it carefully, and came up with such a conclusion with a smile, and gnawed away most of the bun in his hand.

In the early morning, when the cock crowed and the dogs barked, I vaguely heard a roar from the plum garden, "Which little thief stole a cage of meat buns that I just happened to have?! Ah! You poor ghost who killed a thousand knives!" Are you so poor and insane that you come here to steal meat? You don’t even keep the leftover chicken? When I get caught by this father, you have to smash it onto the chopping board and chop it into a puree!”

The fat cook's roaring curses fell into the ears of Si Huai who was on the roof. Looking at the two figures who disappeared on the street in the distance, he smiled wistfully.

If he hadn't watched the uncle and nephew searching for meat in the kitchen like evil ghosts, he couldn't believe that someone would steal meat, but it was two monks.

The monk doesn't eat oil or meat. In the past, Lingjun always drank porridge next to him when he was eating meat, so he didn't know what to do. After finding out, I made fun of it.

My thoughts in this life are quite different.

A monk who eats meat?

Si Huai smiled slightly, somehow suddenly recalled 300 years ago, when he was still an ignorant youth.

The author has something to say: I should have prepared after seeing this ending, and the next thing is memories. What happened in Si Huai and Wu Nian's previous lives is mainly in the memories, so there will be a lot of memories in this article , get the vaccination done first *^_^*

The first volume is relatively short, and the story of meeting in dreams is inspired by the story of "The Peony Pavilion" that I saw during the review. I saw that some readers have discovered it in the comment area *^_^* (The author will tell it when the fungus habit ends)

Thank you very much for the little angel who pointed out the shortcomings and threw thunder. The scumbag author will work hard to write the following story well. Thank you for your support *^_^*