That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

It was early autumn, and it was on the mountain again. The mountain breeze at night had long lost the heat of midsummer, and it was cool.

However, Lingjun was only wearing a thin monk's robe, walking alone in the bright night on the secluded path leading to the Buddhist scripture pavilion, looking up from time to time at the full moon hanging high in the sky.

On the first and fifteenth day of every month, a large number of pilgrims come to the temple to burn incense and fast, praying for a family and happiness.And many of these pilgrims came here for the sake of the little dragon, and they prepared some small gifts, so in the past, whether it was practicing kung fu or copying scriptures, Si Huai would take these two days free to take the opportunity to get some meat.

Today is September [-]th, but he hasn't seen Si Huai all day.

Originally, seeing him once every three to five days was not a big deal, but tonight, for some reason, I always felt a little uneasy, so I asked a few disciples and learned that he was in the Sutra Pavilion, so they came to have a look.

I didn't notice it when I was far away, but now that I'm getting closer, I can faintly feel the cold and evil spirit wrapped in the night wind, the breath is not heavy, it is coming from the closed scripture pavilion outgoing.

"Si Huai!" Lingjun yelled towards the inside, but there was no response from all around. The light in the room flickered for a moment, causing a flash of light and shadow, before returning to silence.

Inwardly, he said "No", hurriedly performed lightness kung fu and jumped to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, raised his hand to blow a strong wind, the door opened inward with a "squeak", and the wind poured in with a "poof" at the same time After extinguishing the three oil lamps in the house, a fog-like group of light that turned blue and purple remained, faintly shrouding Si Huai's side.

The vaguely demonic aura emanated from this indescribable thing, and Si Huai on the desk was lying on his stomach in an extremely uncomfortable position, presumably fainted.

In order to prevent other people in the temple from seeing and causing panic, Lingjun covered the open door again, staring at the monster mist with a bit of evil intention in his eyes, and asked: "Where is the monster!? Dare to make trouble in Minghua Temple!"

The thing didn't seem to intend to answer, the dark lights alternated and changed, looking extremely eerie and weird in the darkness, slowly approaching Si Huai one after another.

Xu Shi felt the oppression around him, and the young man lying on the table snorted, struggling to raise his arms, but fell back in vain, and there was no more movement.

"Let him go!" Although Lingjun's tone didn't change, he had already squeezed two pieces of yellow talisman paper in his hands. Then he punched out the talisman paper in his hand.

The talisman paper turned into two clusters of red flames, passing through the mist like a sharp blade, knocking the weak mist apart a bit, and the dots of flames burned in the void, and then disappeared into wisps of white smoke .

The monster fog finally moved, swaying from side to side, as if turning its direction, the half-blue, half-purple light became stronger with this shaking, and there was an explosion from the insubstantial fog. There was a hoarse and weird cry, like the panicked cry of a bat hanging upside down in a dark cave in a deep mountain when it encounters an enemy.

The strange screams one after another seemed to embolden the monster mist, and the blue-purple fireworks blazed around the edge, and it mustered its posture to push towards the attacker.

Lingjun twirled the Buddha beads with a calm and composed look, and when it came close, he raised his hand and drew a Sanskrit mark in the void, recited the scriptures silently, formed the seal with both hands, and the burst of golden Buddha light instantly scattered in the void to form a golden The big net engulfed the monster mist that changed in light and dark, and then shrank smaller and smaller. A white smoke passed by, and it turned into a phantom colored glazed ball and fell to the ground.

The glass ball rolled a few times and hit Si Huai's feet without any movement. Lingjun walked over slowly and bent over to pick it up and put it in his sleeve. When he got up, he saw Si Huai frowning as if he was not sleeping soundly, and wanted to pat him. His shoulders woke him up, his hand stretched out halfway and then stopped, and the movement carefully pulled his hand to replace him with a comfortable one.

The surrounding doors and windows were tightly closed, Lingjun thought for a while, but still worriedly took the clothes hanging on the side and put them on Si Huai, before leaving the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

Beside the carp pond, a young monk was squatting on the fence with his hands interlaced on his knees, surrounded by three young monks his age, laughing "haha".

Although Lingjun was respected in the temple, he never cared about the juniors. He wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen them and walked over, but when he heard them laughing happily, he couldn't help being curious and stopped.

"Hey, is he really like this today? Squatting in this posture?" one of the young monks surrounded asked.

Although they didn't say their names, Lingjun could probably guess who they were talking about.

"More than that!" The squatting little monk jumped down from the fence, and stroked his heart in fear after calming down, "He also took a chicken leg in his hand, and his mouth was full of oil! Just like this, his eyes are still staring at me. The fish in the pond don't know what's going on in their minds."

"After all, he is in the monastery. He...doesn't dare to do anything that violates the precepts?" The one who spoke was a young monk who looked reserved.

"What do you know?" Another person retorted him, "It's okay to pretend to be self-confident. He disrespected a benefactor this afternoon, and he was bumped into by the master abbot."

"Yes! I just didn't expect that the abbot has always been strict, but this time he didn't punish him at all. It's really a noble status, and it's very human..."

"What can you do?" An intrusive voice interrupted the words of several young monks. Monk Lingmian appeared behind them at some point, and asked with a calm face: "Which one of the Buddhist precepts teaches you to be behind your back?" Gossiping about other people's right and wrong?"

"Uncle Lingmian, we...we know we were wrong..."

"Since I know I was wrong, I will go back tonight and copy the "Qingxin Sutra" fifty times, calm my mind, and think carefully about whether there should be such a discussion."

"Yes!" After hearing this sentence, several young monks nodded as if they had been granted an amnesty, and rushed to say goodbye to each other and ran to the direction of the monk's house, for fear that they would be called back for accountability if they were too late.

After those little monks ran away, Lingjun walked over from the shadows, folded his palms and leaned slightly to salute, calling out: "Brother Lingmian, why are you here late at night?"

"Of course I'm looking for you." Ling Mian didn't hide his purpose, and took a step to the side, signaling Ling Jun to come forward and look at the carp in the pond. "A group of fish lives in the water. No matter whether they are chasing and playing or eating each other, no one will find it strange. But if a leaf falls into the water, not only the fish will find it novel, but even the tourists who watch it will feel that the leaf is out of place."

"Brother, are you talking about Si Huai?"

Lingmian was noncommittal, sighed lightly, and asked, "Do you know what happened today?"

Lingjun nodded, "I heard that there was an argument with a pilgrim."

"It doesn't count." Lingmian turned to look at him, and saw that his expression was normal, and then continued: "The pilgrim was probably a little excited when he saw the little dragon, so he stuffed a lot of things into his arms, and even pulled Si Huai went to sit in the guest house for a while, and after talking about it for a while, Si Huai couldn't bear it any longer, so he scolded him. The disciples in the temple followed suit, and tomorrow morning class has to be knocked for an extra quarter of an hour."

"That has to be done by him, so that others will have something to say." Lingjun smiled helplessly, shook his head, looked up at the mountain scenery in the distance, and said with a little loneliness in his voice, "It was the abbot brother who asked you came to find me?"

Ling Mian nodded his head as a response to his question.

"Since you guessed that the abbot brother asked me to come, you should also know what I want to tell you. He has already told you some things. If he talks about it again, it will inevitably appear that he, the abbot, is intolerant gas."

"Yeah." Lingjun rested his hand on the stone railing, and tapped his index finger once and for all. The cold feeling spread from his fingers to his body, and finally he only responded softly, "I know."

The senior abbot valued the reputation of Minghua Temple the most. In the past, people came to the temple to worship Buddha in good faith and pray, but since he came back with Si Huai, many people came here just for the chance to meet the little dragon and get some good luck. Although the amount of sesame oil donated was more, his heart to the Buddha was not as sincere as before, and the mention of Minghua Temple was mostly related to Si Huai.

Si Huai was still a child at heart, not being serious about his homework and being playful were not any reasons why he couldn't be tolerated. It was the reason why the abbot wanted him to leave if he messed up people's belief in Buddha.

He had been able to convince the senior abbot when he mentioned it several times in the past, but tonight's matter of the Sutra Pavilion made him change his mind.

Perhaps staying here all the time may not be beneficial to his practice.

Although demons and ghosts dare not invade the Buddhist land, Si Huai has a special aura. If someone with a high level of cultivation wants to break in and steal his spiritual power, it is not impossible.

Monsters appeared one after another in Minghua Temple, and if the news spread, it would naturally ruin his reputation; and Si Huai had some scruples, so he had to be merciful to those monsters who came to take his life, so he wouldn't get a good experience.

After thinking about it for a long time, when Lingmian was in doubt whether he should speak up to persuade him, he withdrew his gaze from afar, smiled slightly, and said, "Brother, please go back and tell the abbot that you will go to Huguo Temple to give lectures in a few days. I will bring Si Huai with me. After the scriptures are finished, I may go to the upper reaches of the Huai River, and I probably won’t be able to return for a while.”

"That's fine." Ling Mian slowly twiddled the Buddhist beads in his hand, and sighed with emotion, "Si Huai often goes to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion and the Buddhist music pavilion, and he is close to me... Be careful outside .”

Lingjun thought that with Si Huai's keenness, he would guess the reason, and he was afraid that he would make a fuss, but he didn't expect him to see clearly in his heart, he didn't care about the reason at all, and wished to leave this boring monastery sooner.

In the early morning of the second day, before the sky was clear, the two of them took a shower, cleaned up and packed their bags, bid farewell to the master abbot and went down the mountain. Steamed bun.

The two of them didn't disguise themselves deliberately, and they attracted everyone's attention when they got off the mountain. Fortunately, it was still early and there were not many pedestrians on the street. If you came early, you left the city smoothly all the way, and changed to a small path.

Since Si Huai went to Minghua Temple with him, he seldom went down the mountain, and occasionally wandered around the city when he came out. There is no difference in the city, but I feel that the colors are much brighter and the mood is much happier.

The young boy hummed a little song along the way and kept running and jumping, even the speed of the journey was much faster. After walking for half a day, he didn't realize that he forgot to eat after noon until he saw a tea shed on the side of the road in the distance.

"Master, shall we sit down and have a sip of tea before continuing our journey?"

"Stop sitting. If you are thirsty, there is water in your bag." Lingjun pointed to the distance, and said, "There is an inn not far away, and the owner's family are Buddhist believers. There is a Bodhisattva for people to pay homage to, and they are also willing to give us monks a room to stay. Let’s go further, and we will be there before dark, and we will get up early tomorrow and take the earliest passenger boat to go to Beijing by water.”

"Why do you want to take the water route? Isn't the land route faster?" Si Huai glanced at the tea stand from afar, then decisively withdrew his gaze, picked a knee-high dog's tail grass and put it in his mouth, turned around and walked backwards. go forward.

"Yesterday I told you that there is a flood in the upper reaches of the Huai River. We took a boat from the Huai River to Beijing, and we just happened to see if the middle reaches are safe. The Huai River is the largest river, which is related to people's livelihood and Cathay Pacific..."

"If the Huai River is safe and the boat is sailing on the water, the weather will naturally be favorable for the country and the people." Si Huai took his words, chuckled, put his hands behind his head, jumped on the spot, turned around, waved his hands and said, "Your yesterday You said it when you picked up the words for me——Qi Huai is sailing on the water."

Lingjun was stunned for a moment, looked at the figure walking left and right, shook his head, and couldn't help laughing again.

After driving for another half a day, it was already dark, but I still haven't seen the shop that Lingjun said was dedicated to Bodhisattvas.

Not to mention a shop offering offerings to Bodhisattvas, they didn't even see a few houses, let alone any inns they stayed on.

"Lingjun, have you misremembered? Or is there no such store at all, are you bluffing me?" Si Huai was already hungry after driving all day, and he seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment .

"I've walked this road a few times, and there is indeed an inn. The owner of the inn is quiet and remote, and it was originally for passers-by to rest." Lingjuan was not impatient, looked around, and said doubtfully: "Maybe I really misremembered, should I go further? I just remember that the inn is close to the ferry, so I can hurry on my way.”

Si Huai squinted his eyes and looked at Lingjun for a while, thinking that he was a monk and would not lie, so he believed his words, made a look for him to look in one direction, and said, "I saw those two lights in the distance. Is it? There is the ferry, where is there any inn."

This ferry was built in a sparsely populated area. There are layers of ruts on the official road, and the grass on both sides is nearly half a person high. It is estimated that it is used for people to travel and transport goods in nearby towns and villages. There are several lights scattered here and there.

"Obviously there is a big wharf a few miles away from Huaiyin County. I don't know why you took this road."

"Maybe it's just to talk to the family. I haven't been here for two years, maybe they have moved away long ago. There was an old man living near the ferry. Seeing that there is no light, it should be Not here anymore." Lingjun's voice was low, and he didn't know if he was expressing emotion or regret.

It was rare for Si Huai to see him look like this, and he was at a loss for a moment, coughed unnaturally twice to cover it up, and asked, "There are some people over there, it should be a small village, do you want to stay overnight?"

"It's getting late, so don't bother me."

"I knew you wanted to say that." Si Huai quickly walked a few steps to a tree, reached out his hand to the trunk and shook it vigorously, nodded in satisfaction, sat down on the ground casually, and patted the empty space beside him to signal him come over.

Lingjun smiled, walked over slowly, without any scruples, sat down with a flip of his hem, leaned against the tree trunk, and looked up to see the stars all over the sky.

"Here—" Si Huai stuffed the baggage into his hand, "The tree trunk is thick, if you feel uncomfortable, just use it as a pillow."

Holding a burden, Lingjun was a little dumbfounded, and asked, "What about you?"

"Me? I wouldn't sleep on a tree trunk." Si Huai stretched and turned around. As soon as he finished speaking, he lay down and pillowed on Lingjun's lap, blinked at him, and said with a smile: "The night is so beautiful , I look at the stars!"

"You..." There was something strange in Lingjun's heart, and he didn't know what it was. Seeing that he was smiling happily, he didn't say anything, and shook his head with a helpless smile.

After a long time, until Si Huai almost fell asleep watching the stars, he opened his mouth in a low voice and asked, "If you travel around with me in the future, you will inevitably sleep in the wild and even encounter demons and ghosts. Are you afraid?"

Si Huai didn't answer him, but asked him another question, "The master abbot doesn't want to keep me in the temple, have you ever thought about taking me out and secretly leaving you to go back?"

"Never."

Although he was a little surprised that he would ask such a question, Lingjun answered without any hesitation.

"Then I'm not afraid." Si Huai closed his eyes, the sound of the night wind blowing by his ears, his answer was very soft, as if he was speaking to himself in a dream.

Lingjun slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and reached out her hand to caress his head once and for all, her movements were a little cautious and clumsy.

Although the young man's face still has a bit of childishness, it is not difficult to see his handsome appearance in the future.He suddenly regretted that Si Huai hadn't transformed into a little child back then, so he couldn't control him and protect him from growing up.

Fortunately, he can still protect him for the rest of his life.

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