Biography of Xi Shan

In late autumn, Linzhou is orange-yellow, and the sky is full of maple leaves on Dayao Mountain. Today, the wind is sunny and the sun is shining brightly. The breeze blowing on the body brings a comfortable coolness.

The little monk sweeping the floor was wearing a heavy monk's robe, his chubby head swayed back and forth with the movement of sweeping the floor, and he looked extremely naive.

A gorgeously dressed young man walked up the steps with a fan, followed by a handsome servant.

The young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, with well-defined facial features and a warm and kind smile on his lips, stepped forward and bowed from a distance: "people from Fuzhou, come to fast and fulfill your vows. I don't know where the presiding officer is now?"

The little monk looked at him and asked, "The benefactor is very polite. I don't know why the benefactor has to find the host?"

The young man said with a smile: "I received a letter the year before last and learned that my mother was seriously ill. When I rushed back to Fuzhou, I passed by Dayao Temple. I made a wish that if my mother's condition improved, I would return to Dayao Temple to reshape the golden body for the Bodhisattva. Now I My mother is safe, and I am willing to keep my promise and come to fulfill my vow."

When the little monk heard that this was a great deed, he hurriedly said: "Benefactors, please come with me." He leaned the broom on the stone railing and led the two of them inside.

The little monk touched his bald head and muttered to himself: "There are quite a few benefactors who have come to fast recently."

Chen Daozhen squinted his eyes, then smiled frankly and followed him inside.

The host is giving lectures to a group of young monks in the main hall at the moment, most of them are seven or eight years old, and the youngest is only three or four years old. Some are yawning with their legs crossed, and some secretly fell asleep.

The host was an old man who spoke very slowly, with his head slightly tilted forward, and his eyes were dazzled when he looked at things. Seeing the young monks sitting cross-legged one by one, he nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Daozhen looked through the window and couldn't help laughing.

The host called for class to be dismissed, and the little monks trotted away eagerly. The host was not angry, and looked at the children with a smile.

The little monk sweeping the floor walked in at this moment, leaned into the host's ear and shouted loudly: "Master, this benefactor is here to fulfill his vows, and he wants to reshape the golden body of the Bodhisattva."

"Okay, okay, the benefactor has a heart." The old host walked forward tremblingly with the support of the young monk.

Chen Daozhen took a step forward and said with a gentle smile: "My surname is Chen. I came from Fuzhou and prayed to the Bodhisattva in Dayao Temple the year before last. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I am here to fulfill my wish."

"Okay, okay, the benefactor has a heart." The host narrowed his eyes and nodded in relief.

Chen Daozhen: "..."

The little monk scratched his head and whispered: "The abbot is getting old, and now Master Jikong is in charge of the temple, but he has gone down the mountain today. Why don't you arrange the two benefactors to stay here first, and wait for Master Jikong to come back. "

The host said slowly, "Okay, okay."

Chen Daozhen laughed: "Little master has a heart."

The little monk took them to a courtyard specially for entertaining foreign guests. A dozen rooms of the same color were lined up side by side. The walls were covered with ivy, and the whole courtyard looked simple and elegant.

The room is simple, but very clean and tidy. There is only a thin quilt on the bed, and the teapot is empty.

The little monk said: "Three meals a day are prepared in the dining hall, and you can go to the kitchen to get tea by yourself."

"Thank you little master."

The little monk was a little embarrassed and said: "You don't have to thank me, but the quilt is a bit thin, because there are not many donors who come to fast on weekdays, but a lot of people came suddenly these days, and the quilt is not enough, I will go to see if I can Get on the bed."

Chen Daozhen said gently: "Don't bother, I'm not here to enjoy the blessing."

When the little monk heard it, he was extremely moved, and said again and again: "The benefactor has a heart, and when Master Jikong comes back, I will report the matter to him."

"It's troublesome."

"The little monk has gone to sweep the floor."

Chen Daozhen sent the little monk out the door, only to see a young man in the corner room looking at him blankly through the window. He looked about 20 years old at most, with a cold expression and slightly frowned brows.

Chen Daozhen thought for a moment, but there was no image of this person in his mind, so he turned and closed the door.

After half an hour, the monk named Jikong hurried over. Jikong is over half a hundred years old this year, but he acted vigorously and looked very agile. Hearing that Chen Daozhen came to make a golden body, he was very excited and invited him I went to listen to the scriptures a few days ago, and then discuss this matter in detail.

Chen Daozhen responded decently, and looked at Jingji after sending Jikong away.

Jing Ji looked at him with a smile, sitting on the bed dangling his legs.

Chen Daozhen knelt down in front of him, touched his cool face, and asked with a smile, "Why didn't I hear you say a few words today."

"Slaves don't interrupt." Jing Ji chuckled, "Do I look like me?"

"How can there be such a beautiful little slave." Chen Daozhen scratched his nose with a smile.

The two were talking and laughing, when suddenly their expressions changed and they all looked towards the door. At this moment, a young man broke into the door and stabbed at Chen Daozhen with his sword drawn.

Chen Daozhen frowned, this is the young man who saw him just now, but for some reason he suddenly drew his sword to face him.The boy is young, but his swordsmanship is superb, but compared to Chen Daozhen, there is still a difference.

Chen Daozhen didn't want to cause trouble in the monastery, so he knocked him to the ground quickly and neatly.

Unexpectedly, the young man glared at him viciously, jumped up with a Yuyue, and stabbed Jing Ji who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his sword.

Jing Ji blinked and looked at him motionless.

Just when the sword tip was about to stick to Jing Ji's nose, a huge force sucked the boy backwards, his body hit the wall firmly, and slid down the wall.

"Who are you?" Chen Daozhen frowned slightly, "Who sent you here?"

"Bah..." The young man spat and cursed, "You are a wolf-hearted thing, you are flirting with a servant in the temple, you are shameless."

Chen Daozhen frowned tightly, and looked at him inexplicably, "You and I know each other?"

The young man sneered: "You don't know me, but I know you, what kind of good man from Fuzhou, you are Chen Daozhen, the suzerain of the Wuji Sect in Changming Prefecture."

Chen Daozhen looked at him noncommittally. He had indeed taken over the suzerain position four years ago. It is not surprising that someone in the Jianghu knew him. The strange thing is that this young man of unknown origin scolded him as if scolding a heartless person. This really puzzled him.

Chen Daozhen asked himself to be single-minded, not to mention being ungrateful and merciful, even when communicating with others, he always kept his tone distant. He really couldn't remember what annoyed this strange boy.

Chen Daozhen sneered, and said in a cold and low tone: "Heart of Buddhism, I will spare your life today, don't let me see you again, otherwise don't blame me for not keeping anyone under my sword."

The young man's eyes were red with anger, and his eyes almost spewed fire when he stared at the two of them. His eyes widened stubbornly, but their eye sockets were slightly moist.

"Forget it, young master, don't bother with him, he is still a child, you frightened him." Seeing his pitiful appearance, Jing Ji couldn't bear it.

"I don't need you to speak for me! What are you, you're just a servant, hum!" The boy cursed and walked out straight.

Chen Daozhen frowned fiercely, suddenly a violent aura rose up, the viciousness in his eyes made the young man tremble in his footsteps, and he stopped in fright.

It's just that the kid was still very stubborn, and said with a stiff neck: "I, I'm not wrong, you are a heartless person, shameless."

Chen Daozhen smiled coldly: "Then tell me, whose heart have I betrayed?"

The young man was extremely angry, and shouted: "You have failed King Jing!" He said and gave Jing Ji an angry look.

Chen Daozhen: "..."

Jing Ji: "...Which hero Jing is?"

"Jing Daxia, the second disciple of Liu Muyan, the head of the Xishan School!" The young man raised his face and said proudly, "Jing Daxia won the rookie contest leader in one fell swoop when he first entered the rivers and lakes, and then single-handedly won Ghost Shadow Sect has saved several sects, and you are a hero with a sense of demeanor and courage, are you comparable to this slave?"

Jing Ji blinked.

The boy said again: "Chen Daozhen, you are so blind that you are sorry for King Jing!"

Chen Daozhen breathed out weakly, and said in a deep voice, "Get lost!"

The young man's legs were very weak, but he didn't show it on his face, he still looked arrogant, and when he walked out of the door, he put down his words arrogantly, "Both of you, be careful with me!"

Jing Ji laughed loudly and rolled over and over on the bed several times.

Chen Daozhen laughed: "Where did you provoke a fool."

Jing Ji stopped smiling suddenly, stroked his chin and said, "He looks familiar, but I don't think I know him."

"There must be a reason for it. Although he has never met you, he knows about you and me very well." Chen Daozhen's face was livid, "I'll send someone to investigate."

Jing Ji smiled and rolled his eyes: "He's really interesting, I'll ask him."

Chen Daozhen's face became more and more unkind, and he stretched out his hand and flicked him on the forehead, "Nonsense."

The sun is about to set, and the sky is surrounded by a dim yellow color. The fallen leaves in the yard are blowing with the wind, and the temperature is gradually cooling down.

The sound of bells came from the temple one after another, and Jing Ji's ears were so sensitive that he could tell where it was coming from.

"It's time to ring the bell for dinner."

Chen Dao really wanted to get up, but was pushed back by Jing Ji.

"Young master, sit and rest, and I will serve you a meal." He said as he tugged at the hem of his wrinkled clothes, making a gesture to go out.

Chen Daozhen grabbed his wrist, scratched his palm and said with a smile: "Go and come back quickly, eat a good meal and warm the bed for the young master."

Jing Ji shook off his hand, and said solemnly: "The important place of Buddhism, the benefactor respects himself!" After saying that, he shook his hand and ran out.

Jing Ji followed the sound all the way to the dining hall, and there was a young monk at the door cooking for everyone, only a few monks were eating, and most of the rest were outsiders who came to pray and stay overnight.

Jing Ji was holding the bowl, and the little monk gave him a spoonful of rice, spread a layer of vegetables and tofu on top, and told him: "If you don't have enough, add more."

"Thank you little master." Jing Ji said, "By the way, why don't you see the masters come to eat?"

The little monk said: "The dining hall in the temple is a bit small, and there are more donors coming to fast recently. Master told us to come back later."

"Won't that delay the masters from eating?"

The little monk smiled, looking a little shy, "The monks are supposed to avoid greedy tongue, so it's nothing to eat later, benefactor, take it easy."

Jing Ji smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

He took a bowl and found a corner seat and sat down. He wasn't too hungry at first, but he didn't want to waste it, so he ate all the food slowly.

While chewing the rice in his mouth, the provocative young man came in just now, and after serving the rice, he walked towards him, sat down on the opposite side of him, and said coolly: "Being a servant for Sect Master Chen, just Eat these for you?"

Jing Ji glanced at his bowl, "Don't you eat this too?"

The young man was at a loss for words, he was very depressed, and silently stuffed the rice into his mouth.

"What's your name?"

The boy glared at him: "None of your business."

Jing Ji blinked and stopped talking.

The young man's expression was a little loose, as if he felt that he was losing his composure, and said coyly, "My name is Chu Buhui, and my father hopes that I will not do things that I regret."

"Your father is right. It is better to be happy and unrestrained than to live in regret for the rest of your life."

Chu Buhui paused while holding the chopsticks, and then poked the rice in the bowl with the chopsticks, "Since you still understand a little bit of reason, then I advise you to leave Chen Daozhen early, do you think he treats you sincerely? But seeing how pretty you are when you are young, when you are old he can throw you away anytime, anywhere, I have seen a lot of rabbit masters like you, and none of them have a good end in the end."

Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What is Master Rabbit?"

Chu Buhui opened his mouth, and then changed the topic: "It's nothing, you don't understand even after talking about it."

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, but you should stop poking that piece of tofu, it will be smashed by you."

Chu Buhui glared at him, put the tofu mixed with the rice into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Then what's your name?"

"My name is Jing Ji."

"Pfft." The food in the boy's mouth spewed out in one gulp, his throat was choked and he coughed straight.

Seeing this, the little monk who served the rice ran over immediately, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you, benefactor?"

"It's okay, I just choked for a while, it doesn't matter, thank you little junior brother for your concern."

Chu Buhui dismissed the little monk, and drank a large bowl of water before recovering. He stared wide-eyed and cursed in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense, can you pretend to be King Daxia?"

Jing Ji scratched his nose and muttered, "You haven't even seen him in person, how do you know I'm a fake?"

Chu Buhui couldn't answer for a moment, and it took a long time before he said: "He is already twenty-five years old, and you are still a child."

"You're just a kid." Jing Ji glared at him angrily, got up, went to find the little monk to get a big bowl of rice, and walked back leisurely.

Chu Buhui stepped forward to stop him, "Speak clearly."

Jing Ji pointed to his bowl: "Eat the rice, don't waste it."

Sweat broke out on Chu Buhui's face, he quickly put the rice into his mouth, and flew after him with a big mouthful of rice in his mouth.

The little monk watched the two go away curiously, and a big monk with a round belly came over with a smile, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand and smiling kindly like a Maitreya Buddha, "Amitabha, little master, let's go eat, poor The monk is here to help you."

"Thank you Master Jijiu, I'm going to ask my brothers to come over for dinner." The little monk bent down, very relieved of the passing monk.

This monk named Jijiu passed by here a few days ago and came to live here. When he met the Buddha, he worshiped the Buddha, and when he met the tower, he swept the tower.

The drunkard sighed leisurely while holding the rice spoon, he really became a great monk once in his life.

Besides, the young man named Chu Buhui disappeared Jing Ji as soon as he went out, and in a hurry, he used lightness kung fu to chase after him, and finally stopped Jing Ji before he entered the small courtyard.

Chu Buhui stretched out his hand to block his way, and raised his voice, "Are you Hero Jing?"

Jing Ji tilted his head, "What do you think?"

Chu Buhui's angry eyes were about to burst into flames, and he roared angrily, "Tell me clearly, who are you?" The young man seemed to be very angry, the veins on his forehead popped up, and his chest heaved violently.

Seeing that he was so angry, Jing Ji couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, and then said flatly: "Of course not, I'm just kidding you."

Chu Buhui's expression suddenly changed, he was actually relieved.

"Why were you angry just now?"

"Hmph, you're pretending to be Daxia Jing, I'm naturally going to be angry."

Jing Ji lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked for a moment: "But shouldn't you be happy? If I am really the hero Jing you mentioned, then Chen Daozhen is not an ungrateful person, and your hero Jing is also Not wronged."

Chu Buhui frowned without any trace, and said angrily: "Although that is the case, I know you must not be Jing Daxia. Jing Daxia is kind-hearted, chivalrous and courageous, how can you be like this?"

"That's right, you are angry because I am the opposite of the hero you imagined. I let you down and feel cheated, but in fact you have never even seen him, and you don't even know what he looks like." I don’t even know, but I’m willing to stand up for him.”

Chu Buhui frowned, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Jing Ji smiled slightly, "I want to tell you that some things are not as simple as you imagined. You are new to the rivers and lakes, so don't be so impulsive next time. Fortunately, you met our young master, otherwise you might die. It's all lost."

Chu Buhui was furious at what he said, and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, what do you know as a servant? When I get the Nine Heavens Sword, no one in the world will be my opponent at that time. How can I be afraid of Chen Daozhen?"

Jing Ji's heart moved, and he pretended to be surprised.

Chu Buhui took two steps closer, and said in a low voice, "Don't think I don't know, you all came here for the Nine Heavens Sword, right? But I advise you to stop thinking about it, the Nine Heavens Sword will definitely be used by me."

"how you said that?"

Chu Buhui looked at him inscrutablely, and smiled mysteriously: "You don't need to know about that, go back and be your little slave."

Jing Ji smiled, turned around and walked back.

Chu Buhui was displeased for a moment when he saw his back leaving freely, and called him again: "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Jing Ji turned around and looked at him.

Chu Buhui said: "I think it's a pity for you to be a slave, you should leave Chen Daozhen as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late for you to regret it when you get old, how about this, you come and be my servant, and I will be your housekeeper in the future Do it."

Jing Ji laughed, "Thank you for looking up to me, but now I really should go back, the young master is still waiting for dinner."

"I don't know how to flatter." Chu Buhui pursed his lips and hummed twice, then swaggered back to the room.

***

The sky was getting colder, and it seemed that it was going to snow. Chen Daozhen closed the window, and the rustling north wind made a clanging sound on the window.

Jing Ji trotted all the way back, bluffing and shouting: "Master, come and eat, the food is getting cold."

Chen Daozhen glanced at him, he naturally knew how to restrain his words and deeds, but the soft and sticky young master's voice made him really itchy.

Jing Ji set the table and chopsticks, and greeted him with a smile, "Come and eat."

Seeing his cute appearance, Chen Daozhen was really a pain in the ass, and he looked at him with deep affection.

There was a gentle knock on the door, Jing Ji went to look at the door, and there was the little monk sweeping the floor standing at the door.

The little monk looked at the two apologetically, put his hands together and said guiltily: "Forgive me, the two benefactors, there are so many people in the temple now that there is really no quilt available. If it is really cold, the little monk can only find a few cotton-padded clothes for the two of you." The donor presses the quilt corner."

Jing Ji smiled and said: "It's okay, our young master is hot and not afraid of the cold, so I'd like to trouble my little master for a little trouble."

The little monk heaved a sigh of relief, scratched his head and said, "That's good, the night is heavy and the dew is heavy, and I would like to ask the two benefactors to rest earlier."

Chen Daozhen smiled gently, "Thank you, little master."

The little monk then left in a hurry. Today's temperature is not normal, and he had to go and see some younger disciples.

The wind was blowing wildly, bringing a burst of coolness, Chen Daozhen took Jing Ji's hand and touched it, and felt relieved when he saw his hands were warm.

Ever since Jing Ji improved his internal skills, he has long been unafraid of the cold, but Chen Daozhen is still worried, it is best to wrap him into a small snowball to be at ease.

After washing, the two got into the quilt together, their warm bodies clinging tightly to each other.

Jing Ji got into Chen Daozhen's arms, felt the warm embrace, let out a sigh comfortably, and soon fell into a comfortable sleep.

As soon as Chen Daozhen lowered his head, he could see his long eyelashes, which were as thick as a small fan, and his lips were slightly pursed, just like when he was a child, his cheeks would turn red when he fell asleep, and his cheeks were so cute.

Chen Daozhen couldn't help biting his lips, Jing Ji opened his mouth in a daze, and exchanged a lingering kiss with him.