Wulin Mysteries

At first, the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, and it was difficult for the young Taoist priest to travel on the sea. He held the wooden oar firmly in his hand, but the sea was bottomless, and he could not use external force to fix the boat in place. If the wind was stronger, the boat would capsize.

The Taoist morale sank to his dantian, as if he had exhausted all his internal energy in his life to stabilize the boat, and floated on the sea bit by bit.I don't know how long it has passed, but when I look back, I can still see the shore scenery clearly, and I haven't traveled far.

The Taoist priest was very anxious, but a bolt of lightning struck down, and his eyes lit up. It was originally dark and rainy, and he could not see his fingers, but at this moment, it was like daylight.

The Taoist pursed his lips. He grew up in a temple, and he was most afraid of thunder. When he was a child, he would always hide under the table or put himself in a small space like a square wooden cabinet. When there were many people , I caught a brother and uncle who was older than me, and I walked next to each other everywhere, not daring to leave.

Now that I'm getting older and my circumstances have changed, even if I still have the same fear in my heart, I won't show it like I did back then.

What's more, now there is no one he can rely on to relieve his worries.

The day was fleeting, and then, there was a thunderclap, and the sound pierced the sky, and the sea surface was like boiling water, and the waves were everywhere.

The young Taoist always pursed his lips, like a jade-faced Shura, frowning slightly, his hand holding the wooden oar was full of knuckles, pale and bloodless.

There were already a few deep scratches on the handle of the wooden oar. The Taoist was nervous, but his expression was calm. The splashing water had already wetted his coir raincoat.Another blast of thunder landed at his feet, and the wind was strong, forming a whirl in an instant, covered with dark clouds, and the whirl became bigger and bigger, looking up, it seemed to connect the sky and the earth, and hit him straight.

The Taoist focused on his luck, he didn't know how much internal energy was wasted, the oars rowed faster and faster, and the boat quickly escaped the oncoming tornado like a god's help.

He was taking a deep breath to escape the catastrophe when he suddenly heard an eagle circling and screaming not far away. The sea level, this scene makes people unable to tell whether they are in the world or purgatory.

Thousands of bolts of lightning suddenly shot out, as if they wanted to explode the sky, silver cracks appeared one after another on the blue dome, it was so spectacular that people were dumbfounded.I'm afraid that the sea is the tomb, the sky is the tombstone, and the young Taoist priest will be buried here at this very moment.

What's even more frightening is that after the thunder and lightning, the sea surface seemed to be cut open by a sharp sword, and a gap about ten feet wide appeared. It has already flowed down the river, and it is about to be sucked into the gap.

The Taoist used his internal strength to block it, but at first he was able to balance, and the boat remained in its original shape, barely moving.But the strength of the confrontation between the two is extremely terrifying, how can a small wooden boat be able to carry it.In an instant, with a "bang", the boat was smashed to pieces, and the Taoist priest was shaken into the sea, sucked into the gap, and disappeared.

The sea surface gradually returned to calm, eating someone was just a trivial matter, after the storm, it would soon return to its former peaceful and tranquil appearance, as if tonight was nothing but a nightmare.

The moment he sank into the bottom of the sea, the Taoist priest seemed to be conscious, and he remembered many past events.

In the end, there was only one person that was frozen in my mind.

It turned out that he could never forget that it didn't matter if it was love or hate.

Originally, he wanted to just take one last look, but he didn't expect that at the moment of life and death, he became greedy again, from one look to countless eyes, and wanted to look at him anytime and anywhere from now on, and wanted to be inseparable for the rest of his life.

It was too late.

The young Taoist priest felt that his body was sinking and floating in the sea water, his mouth and nose were choked with water, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.When he was about to suffocate, he was drawn into a warm embrace, and someone kissed him densely, with his palms on the back of his head, stroking his hair, and carefully breathing out for him.

He opened his eyes to look, unbelievable, maybe he and he have already passed away from this world?In this deep sea, with no one to rely on, two lonely souls find each other, and then get entangled to complete the unfinished business.

His tears dripped into the sea and turned into a beautiful little bubble.The person who gave him his breath glanced at him, his eyes rolled, he caught it and held it in the palm of his hand, and whispered to the young Taoist priest with the sound transmission method: "Fool, why are you crying? You have tortured me for three full years, why don't you allow me to cry?" Did I bully you for three days?"

After that, one hand tightly encircled his whole body, and the other hand vigorously paddled the water: "Hold me tight, don't let go."

The young Taoist priest's whole body and mind were tied to his body, his face was resting on his chest, he didn't say a word, but his hands were wrapped around his waist according to his words, very obedient.

"Hold your breath, don't talk."

As soon as the words fell, there was a long whistle in his ears, and after a while, the Taoist felt that the two of them were forced to the surface of the water by a force, and they were moving extremely fast in the vast sea.

Looking down, it was a thousand-year-old tortoise with a jet-black shell, big enough for five people to lie down together.The Taoist moved up and sat on the most protruding part of the turtle shell, lest he fall into the water again.

When Lianhuasheng saw it, he laughed at him:

"You came all the way to the South China Sea to look for me. You didn't regard death as your home. Why are you so afraid at this time?"

When people have hopes, of course they will be afraid, but those who have no desires and desires are not afraid.

The young Taoist figured that this turtle was probably one of the divine beasts raised by Padmasambhava, and he didn't know when he discovered him.Looking at him now, he seems to be at the right age. In this way, half a month ago was really a good dream.

"Is it cold? The sea is windy, and the clothes are soaked. If you hug me tightly, it won't be cold." Lianhuasheng looked at his face and carefully wiped off the water droplets on his face with his sleeve. , The whole person encircled his body, blocking the wind for him.

In the vast sea, there was not even a shadow of the drifting island. Let the thousand-year-old turtle lead the way, and within half an hour, they landed on the shore smoothly.

The Taoist priest didn't have any strength left. Lianhuasheng carried him onto the land, and the two of them felt their hearts relax, and they fell down on the ground one after another.

The sky is full of stars, the night sky is clean and low, as if you can pluck the stars with your hand and give them to those around you.

The smell of green grass on the island is mixed with the fragrance of flowers. Taking a deep breath, the depression disappears.

"The person that night was me." Lian Huasheng turned sideways, as if afraid of missing any expression on the young Taoist priest's face, he touched the back of his neck and said softly.

"..." Both of them were lying on their sides, facing each other, so close to each other that their breaths came into contact, the Taoist was completely stunned, and said for a long time: "I didn't expect that even Ye Rong is so capable, and I didn't see any flaws." come out."

Padmasambhava smiled, and the callused fingertips holding the sword stroked the Taoist priest's palm:

"They really don't know. Why do you think I haven't found you for so long?"

"..."

"Shortly after we separated, I experienced a teenager again, then a youth, and finally what I am now."

"..."

"The transitional period of youth is exactly the same as that noted in the Minglan Sutra. If there is no accident, the turning point from youth to the present is just last month. I found you in the last few days."

"..."

"This is the last time. From now on, I don't have to suffer from backlash." Padmasambhava said, biting his lip, biting his lips with some hatred, and blood came out from the bite, and continued, "I don't have to. Being tortured by you again, thinking about dying suddenly one day, I dare not go to you."

The Taoist picked up his hand, kissed his palm, nodded and lowered his head, that hand covered most of his face and concealed his expression, but Rinpoche knew better than him what he felt in his heart.

Unknowingly, the moon quietly hung over the treetops, and a big fluffy tail appeared between the two of them, sweeping back and forth, giving warmth.

Xiu Yuan kissed the fox next to him, and then kissed the man above the fox who was staring at him with his head on his elbow.

The night wind blew up, and the man walked barefoot with him on the green grass side by side, all the way back to the warm residence.

Behind him was a sleek red fox, its hair fluttering gently in the cold wind.

Two adults, one little fox, their figures were stretched extremely long by the moonlight.

This night, just like many years ago.