How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

Just as I was sinking, I suddenly heard a noise coming from under the window, something overturned, and a woman's scolding sounded: "Who doesn't have long eyes, hit my shop!"

A young boy's voice apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Tong Shu put down his water glass, looked down through the window, and saw a group of people pointing around a young novice in a gray robe, and a middle-aged woman was yelling at the little novice.

The little novice monk clasped his hands together, with a sincere expression on his face, he kept bowing and apologizing endlessly.

The woman wanted him to lose money, but the little novice couldn't afford the money, and his blushing became even more serious, so he kept bowing and apologizing.

A red rope pendant slipped out of his clothes during the rubbing.

Seeing that it was a piece of emerald green jade pendant, the woman couldn't help but her eyes lit up, and she said, "How dare you say that there is no money, this is not money", so she pulled it with her hands.

The red rope tightly strangled the little novice's neck, and the jade pendant was pulled in the woman's hand. Facing the sun, a drunken hibiscus flower with gold border was lifelike on the front.

Tong Shu's eyes flashed, and he jumped down.

Grabbing the jade pendant with one hand, and supporting the little novice monk with the other, Tong Shu moved smoothly, turned his face into a smiling face and said to the woman, "He damaged many things in your shop, I will pay for him."

When the woman saw the man with apricot eyes and sword eyebrows, a smile on his face, noble and gentle, she opened her mouth, "Ten taels of silver."

Tong Shu fully agreed, touched his pocket, it was empty, he smiled helplessly, turned around to look for Jing Jue, and passed a silver ingot through his eyes with a plain white hand.

Tong Shu didn't need to look to know that it was Jing Jue who followed.

The woman saw another man came. This man was tall and noble, but his face was handsome but there was a hint of murder. People in business are used to judging people. She was afraid of offending some famous son, so she felt uneasy and dared not say a word That's all.

Tong Shu was still holding the jade pendant in his hand, so the little novice was forced to bend his back and lean against him very close.

Seeing that Tong Shu was still looking at the jade pendant, the little novice couldn't just pull it back. With such a close distance, with his blushing face lowered, he said awkwardly: "Benefactor, please let go first."

Tong Shu came back to his senses and let go.

Following the pull of the red rope, the jade pendant fell back to Qingkong's little monk's chest, he frantically wiped off his sleeve and stuffed it into his collar.It was only then that he managed to pay his respects to Tong Shu and said, "Thank you, benefactor, for your help."

Tong Shu helped the little novice, and asked head-on, "Dare to ask the Master's Dharma name?"

But when he saw the face, he froze slightly.

This face is five points familiar.

The little novice was still in shock, and hurriedly arranged the messy monk's clothes, and said in a embarrassed and serious manner: "Qingkong."

Seeing that he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was actually a disciple of Kongzi's generation, Tong Shu was slightly surprised, and thought: This little novice is still half of his junior brother.

He couldn't help observing the little novice, with such facial features, such voice, and at such an age, his eyes moved from Qingkong's facial features inch by inch, combined with the gold-rimmed drunk hibiscus, he had a conclusion in his mind: "Dare to ask Qing Master Kong, who is Fu Jin?"

"He is my elder brother." Qing Kong replied without thinking too much, and when the words fell silent, he thought of something, and said a few sinful words again and again, "The monk has broken his ties to the world, and the little monk has nothing to do with Layman Yan Hui."

It turned out to be Fu Jin's younger brother.

After thinking about it, he felt wrong, where did Fu Jin have such a young brother? He remembered that Fu Ya suffered from a strange disease in his early years, and he was confined in the house all the year round, and he said it couldn't be cured.Could it be that he was cured later and gave birth to a young son?

While thinking about it, a group of people searched by the name "Qing Kong".

Hearing the words, Qingkong raised his head and responded loudly.

The team hurried over.

The people who came were a group of clean clothes disciples wearing white monk robes, all of them were young novice monks with three scars on their rings, each of them had sullen faces and was quite impatient, the leader scolded: "I said I won't bring you out, As soon as you turn your head, you are nowhere to be seen, making it easy for us to find."

Qingkong dutifully apologized.

The little monk still felt puzzled, and continued to scold him.

Tong Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the little monk Qingkong was of the Kongzi generation, even though he was young and late, but the Kongzi generation was the most senior among his disciples, how could a young novice dare to lecture him.He was about to open his mouth to argue for Qing Kong, when suddenly a person rushed over, pushed aside the crowd and called out: "Little brother?"

Qing Kong has been through a lot of troubles and has never shown timidity. He also heard this person's call at this time, his eyes turned red, and the grievance and panic hidden in him naturally flowed out, and said: "Little brother."

The person who came was a young man with nine ring scars on his head, dressed in gray monk robes, pushed aside the white robed novice monks with a hostile expression, and pulled Qingkong in front of him with his big hands, making a guard gesture.

As soon as he came, the disciples of the clean clothes department fell silent, and the leader found a reason to lead them away.

The Jiujie monk looked coldly at their desolate state, and snorted softly, probably afraid that the young man would make a move, so he grabbed the young man and told him about Tong Shu's rescue, and when the other party suppressed his temper and listened to him, it was over. Angry.

After listening, the young man bowed to thank Tongshu: "Little monk Niankong, thank you benefactor."

He also handed over a yellow paper peace talisman folded into a triangle and said, "The monks have no money and rice, so they can only use this to get rid of it. If the donor is useful to the little monk, send someone to send this talisman, and the little monk must do his best."

He looked hurried, said something to do after he finished speaking, and hurriedly took Qing Kong away.

This is interesting, seeing these disciples of Ganku Temple today, the monks in white clothes are not as clean-minded as the monks in gray robes; the Buddha-nature of the monks of the Nine Precepts is not as good as the little novice of the Three Precepts, with a quack air.

And in the busy city, under the watchful eyes of everyone, those disciples of the clean clothes department dare to swear so blatantly, they don't know how to act like a domineering person.

Tong Shu only caught a glimpse of a corner by chance, which was pure and unclean, Buddha and not Buddha, and his heart sank: the Ganku Temple didn't know how to reverse the chaos and not distinguish between black and white.

Tong Shu watched them walk away one by one, and listened to them with all his consciousness.

Na Niankong hurriedly pulled Qingkong and said: "It is said in the temple that the disciples of the Suyi Department are gathering, I searched all over but couldn't find you, I thought you must have been coaxed away by those people, this time it will be late to go back, and you will be punished again. "

Qingkong said: "Little senior brother, I'm really sorry that I caused you to run away..."

Niankong said: "Why don't you feel sorry for me?! Those disciples of Jingyi have no good intentions and tricked you out while I was away. You must never trust them again in the future."

On the other side, the disciples of Jingyi whispered to each other.

"Niankong's cultivation base is good, but his brain is not good. No one cares about Qingkong. He is like a treasure."

"Heh, maybe it's because the love space is quite colorful, the little brother and the little brother all day long, hey... sin, sin."

"The appearance of monks is empty, and they still wear plain clothes and follow the five precepts, so they won't let it go."

"Who knows."

"I don't think that Qingkong is Yan Huizun's younger brother at all. I heard that Yan Huizun's father was seriously ill and had been bedridden for decades. Suddenly, a servant girl said that she was pregnant with a child. Who knows whose offspring it is."

"I also don't think it's Yan Huizun's real younger brother. Otherwise, it's just such a younger brother, how could he be sent to be a family member?"

"Furthermore, Yan Huizun has never married. He has no children, and his elder brother is like a father. If he really has a younger brother, why would he send him home without being weaned?"

"Actually, it was Yan Huizun who saved his affection and didn't thoroughly investigate Qingkong's life experience. Instead, he sent him to become a monk and cut off the relationship between the world, so as to cut off the relationship between Qingkong and the Fu family. live."

"It makes sense. Moreover, every time Yan Huizun came to the temple to donate oil and goods, he never said that he would add anything to Qingkong."

"I have never seen Yan Huizun say that he wants to see this so-called younger brother."

"It's just... I think Qingkong and Yan Huizun are somewhat similar. Could it be that they are real brothers? And we are so embarrassing for Qingkong, if Yan Huizun finds out, will it cause trouble for the upper body?"

"It would be good if Yan Huizun knew about it! You see, Yan Huizun didn't pay attention to Qingkong, even when Qingkong was a child, he almost died of several serious illnesses, and the temple reported it to Yan Huizun, but Yan Huizun ignored it. Didn't reply a single word! It's obvious that he hates this nominal younger brother very much. We are working for Yan Huizun!"

"If there is really blood, there is always family affection, and it will not be desperate!"

"It's just that Yan Huizun has a lot of good relationships, and he is the most kind-hearted. He is willing to do good to people who are not related to him, but he doesn't care about Qingkong. I think he is tired of Qingkong."

"We have done something for Yan Huizun, and Yan Huizun knows about it. As long as we mention you and me in front of the abbot, the future will be smooth."

"By the way, I heard that Yan Huizun came to the temple tonight."

"Really! He will definitely bring a lot of spiritual resources when he comes! He is such a good man! Qing Lingfeng has spent a lot of expenses in the temple over the years! I want to pray for him."

"I also want to pray for Yan Huizun."

Tong Shu lowered his brows, listened to those people walking away with a wooden face, and fell into deep thought.

"Xi Mu." Jing Jue's faint voice sounded in his ear.

Tong Shu immediately came back to his senses and looked at Jing Jue. He wanted to ask Jing Jue if he had heard of Fu Jin having a younger brother, but then he thought that Jing Jue was 24 years old today and knew about the same things as him, so he didn't bother Jing Jue. Shen Si fell silent.

But Jing Jue already had an idea: "Explore Ganku Temple tonight."

This discussion was exactly what he wanted, and Tong Shu replied, "Okay."

Tong Shu stepped up to leave, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jing Jue slightly raising his eyebrows, holding back a yawn, with a faint look of tiredness on his face.

Tong Shu looked at the sun, and it was not the end of the day, not even the time for dinner.

Jing Jue has a rigorous schedule, except that he was tired early yesterday due to the interruption of backtracking, which has never been the case.

Tong Shu thought about it, and he knew it: the further back he goes, the longer he sleeps and the shorter he wakes up.Jing Jue slept at the end of Shen Shi yesterday, and today it was an hour earlier.

Based on this calculation, Jing Jue's backtracking will end within two days.

From one or two years old at the beginning, to four years old a day, five years old a day, will he be ten years old tomorrow?even faster?

Incredibly fast.

Tong Shu was faintly worried that going back too quickly would cause the soul to not get enough rest during the backtracking. After waking up, the soul would go back to the realm of cultivation, and once the realm was unstable, it would go back to the soul...

Reciprocal cause and effect, a little carelessness will cause endless troubles.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help feeling cold all over his body, even the chill in his bones.

He always thought that Jing Jue was a man born with good destiny, outstanding talent, noble status, rich clothes and well-fed food, and he thought that such a person should have a smooth life. It's a matter of course.

This is definitely not his idea alone. The entire comprehension world is full of envy when it comes to Jing Jue. Everyone says that Jing Jue has a good life and talent, and his tone seems to be that he can achieve Jing Jue's achievements with the same fate. like.

As everyone knows, Jing Jue was born with no choice, his practice is like walking on thin ice, and he has heavy responsibilities. He has no day, no moment, and he can be willful.

As a normal envoy, one should not even have hobbies or indulgences. Law is more important than life.

If this kind of life is exactly Jing Jue's wish, seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, it would be fine; if... it is not what Jing Jue wishes, it will be extremely painful.

He suddenly wanted to hug Jing Jue, even if it was just to shake Jing Jue's hand.

When he used to read the scriptures, he saw those couples who couldn't see each other every day when they were in love, and couldn't bear to be separated for a moment. He also laughed at those people who were obsessed with obsession and couldn't see through the world.

It's okay now, it's my turn to know how sad it is.

Moreover, he was worse than what was written in the book, he could see it, he couldn't touch it, he couldn't say it, it's no exaggeration to say that he was miserable; but he was asked to act as someone else all the time, put on airs, even a look that crossed the line I dare not disclose.

No matter how ruthless a book writer is, he would not torture people like this.

The author has something to say: Please save my life for a certain song: it will be sweet later, very sweet, really, I swear!

It will be updated every other day, and will be updated at 3 pm next Thursday.

Recently, I have been refining the previous article, adjusting the format or correcting it. If there are more changes, it will be marked in the summary of the chapter.

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