Good news, the elder is gone

The sky was gloomy, the wind and snow were swaying, and the sound of the wind whizzed by, but Nian Shu was standing in the snow in thin clothes, looking out of place.His hands and feet became cold quickly, and even the fingers that turned the prayer beads began to feel a little stiff.The voice in his body seemed to have disappeared, no matter how he called it, there was no response.

Nianshu sighed, and white mist filled the air.He stood for a while, and after confirming that there was only wind and snow falling here, and nothing else appeared for the time being, Nian Shu stepped forward.

But after walking a few steps, I heard the unique rustling footsteps in the snow from behind.

He turned his head and saw a man wearing a thick cotton cap and a cotton gray monk's robe walking towards him with a bamboo basket on his back.Nianshu's heart tightened suddenly, and the spiritual power in his body was running, but the man seemed to have never seen him, passed by, and walked straight forward.

Nianshu was stunned for a moment, he was very puzzled that the scenery in the sky and me beside him were not in his eyes.

Could it be that he is also blind?

He opened his mouth and called out: "Your Excellency, stay!"

But the man still walked fast all the way without hearing it. Although the snow was cold and difficult to walk, but his legs moved so fast that he seemed not to be affected at all.

After seeing this, Nian Shu made sure that he could not feel his presence, and immediately followed. One of the two was running ahead, and the other was chasing behind.

Their footprints were left on the white snow. Nianshu felt that his shoes and socks were soaked. Even though his body was running with spiritual power, he was still biting cold. He couldn't help but sigh how powerful this illusion was. fight.

The physical discomfort became more and more serious, Nianshu speeded up again and wanted to catch up with the person in front, but when he finally caught up with the person, suddenly a strong wind blew towards him.

When Nianshu let go of the hand covering his face and slowly opened his eyes, the person who was just a moment away from him had disappeared, but his shoulders sank, and there was an extra bamboo basket.

He turned into the person he was chasing just now.

Nianshu looked at his hands full of chilblains and calluses, and subconsciously remembered that the last time he saw the past memory, he used to have such hands.

If it is true what the voice said, then I should have already entered the Lingyin Bodhi sect and started to practice. Why am I in such a land of ice and snow? Is it a penance?

Is this also a memory of my past?

Nianshu began to gradually lose consciousness in his hands and feet. Nianshu could no longer stand in the wind and snow. He carried the bamboo basket on his back and continued to walk forward. Although he didn't know the road or the direction, just as he thought, after walking for a while, his sight A small wooden house appeared in the middle of it.

There was a strong sense of familiarity in his heart telling him where to go, Nianshu hesitated for a moment, then followed his heart and walked towards the wooden house.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and when he walked to the door of the wooden house, he was already covered in frost.

There was no one in the wooden house, and the door was unlocked. Nianshu stretched out his hand and pushed it open.The decoration inside is simple, but there are things for making a fire and charcoal. There is also a simple wooden bed and thick bedding and fur. There are also a few broken arrows scattered in the corner.

It looked like a house where hunters lived.

Nianshu shook off the frost and snow from his body, put down the bamboo basket on his body, cleaned up the charcoal fire in the corner, and quickly started the fire with a flint, and subconsciously filled a pot full of snow with a pot in the house and hung it on the set on fire.

It's strange to say that Nianshu, a blind man, had never done this kind of thing before living on the street. Later, he followed Xue Wangliu's brocade clothes and food, and lived a rich life without thinking about it.

But now he is proficient in making fire and adding firewood. The flint can be ignited just by rubbing it lightly in his hand. This kind of action has been performed thousands of times.

Nian Shu sat beside the fire and stretched out his hands to warm the fire. His cold body gradually warmed up. He was fascinated by the light of the fire, and the sound of scalding hot water echoed in the wooden house.

In the past, I didn't have the protection of my master, so I practiced hard all by myself like this?Alone in the world of ice and snow, no one cares and no one greets.

Nianshu had tens of thousands of volumes of scriptures in his mind, and he knew in his heart that Qingxiu Kuchan was like this, but he was inevitably a little lonely, and couldn't help but wonder what he would do and say if he had a master by his side.

It's just that the more I think about it, the more I feel empty in my heart, and the more I care about his absence, Nianshu sighed, and gradually got used to the quietness of being alone, and my mood calmed down.

Turning the beads in his hand, reciting the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, the clothes on his shoulders were gradually drying. Just when he felt that he was about to enter meditation again, suddenly a wolf howled outside the house.

Nianshu opened his eyes in an instant, and felt spiritual power approaching. He subconsciously wanted to grab the magic weapon from the storage bag, but his hands were empty and he didn't grab anything.

The storage bag is sealed.

The howling of wolves was getting closer, and there were no sharp knives available in the wooden house. Nianshu hurriedly put on the cotton clothes on his body, and opened the bamboo basket that he had been carrying all along.

As a result, there was nothing in the bamboo basket except for two hard steamed buns and two books.

Nian Shu was a little speechless as he carried the bamboo basket, thinking, what are you doing with such a big bamboo basket carrying such a few things?Wouldn't it be more convenient to carry it on your body?

He put the two steamed buns in his arms, glanced at the cover of the two Buddhist scriptures and found that he had read them, and then put them on the wooden bed beside him.

The howling of wolves outside the house was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they had reached the door. Nianshu put the bamboo basket on the fire and lit it, and held the bamboo basket like a torch and pushed the door open.

Three wolves with blue eyes and silver temples stood outside the door and roared at Nianshu, their hairs bursting out, their faces ferocious.Nianshu clenched the bamboo basket in his hand, secretly glad that he could see with both eyes here.

The three spirit wolves were all at the foundation building level, and Nianshu was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. He was not worried while holding the burning bamboo basket in his hand.

But just when the spiritual power was halfway through, the realm of cultivation unexpectedly dropped again and again, and it fell straight to the foundation building level that was almost the same as that of the spirit wolf.

I don't know if the spirit wolf sensed something, but his arrogance suddenly became arrogant, and he started to approach Nianshu with his steps.Nianshu could only block the burning bamboo basket in front of his chest, stabbing and retracting towards the approaching Sanlang, and made a threatening sound in his mouth.

He was not in a hurry, after all, it was very likely that this was something that he had experienced in the past, and he was still alive afterward, presumably he must have saved the day.

A distraction, the leading spirit wolf suddenly jumped up towards him, howling angrily and rushed over.Nianshu hurriedly dodged to the side, dodging the blow by rolling in the snow.

But it was still a slow step, and there was a tearing pain in the shoulder.The burning bamboo basket in his hand also fell out of his hand during the tumbling, and a part of it rolled out in the snow. The fire gradually diminished, and finally extinguished under the trample of a spirit wolf.

"Amitabha." Nianshu covered the wound on his shoulder, lowered his eyes and remembered what Xue Wangliu had told him before, and murmured: "Master is right, don't take it lightly at any time, I was careless."

With nothing in their hands to fight against, the three wolves were always thinking of tearing themselves apart. The back was a wooden house, and they were caught by the three wolves when they entered, and the front was an endless wilderness.

The answer was very clear, Nianshu immediately mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and his figure appeared a hundred meters away between breaths, but the three green-eyed wolves quickly reacted and chased after him with a howl .

In such an ice wasteland where few people live and mice freeze to death, the arrival of Nianshu is undoubtedly a takeaway from heaven for the three hungry wolves.The food has been brought to your mouth, is there any reason not to eat it?

One will be eaten if he does not run, and the other will starve to death if he does not chase.Nianshu walked the three wolves alone, and started an endless long-distance run. One of him and the spirit wolf had to go first.

Originally, Nian Shu was confident, but he felt that the world was so big and he was so cold. In his heart, he only had the loneliness of practicing alone.But as he ran, his spiritual power was getting less and less, the cold was getting worse, and the wounds on his chest and shoulders were getting more and more painful, but still no one came to help him.

The luck in his heart began to slowly decrease, and he looked around while running.

There is no house, not even a cave or a burrow, let alone the helper he expected, only the boundless snow and the cold wind that awakened his fantasy.

At this time, Nian Shu realized that this illusion was not so simple. The blood on the wound on his shoulder had been frozen in the cold temperature, and he could feel a tearing pain when he pulled it a little.

Qingmu was still chasing after him, Nianshu's running pace was numb, and he relied on his own will to persevere.If I die in this illusion, will the self outside the illusion also die?

Lucky was replaced by fear. After many years, Nianshu once again felt the fear of dying.

If he stopped by himself, he would be attacked, bitten, eaten by the wolves that were chasing him, and died in this wild place, even the remaining bones would be chewed and swallowed.

Nianshu thought about the tragic death in his mind, and suddenly paused, thinking that although he died, the three wolves were full, and they might live until the next spring.

Does this count as the meaning of my own death?

But this compassionate thought was just a flash. During the endless running, his heart gradually became as cold as his body. The fear in Nianshu's heart was infinitely magnified, and he tripped under his feet and fell into the snow.

The wolf chasing behind immediately rushed up. Nianshu lay on the ground and wanted to stand up. He grabbed something in the snow and didn't know what he caught. Before he had time to look, he grabbed it hard and waved it behind him.

There was a wail, and something fell to the ground.

Nianshu immediately stood up panting, holding a long stick tightly with frozen red fingers. He watched the wolves who had been knocked down by him stand up again, and swung the long stick in his hand again.

There is no one else to save, so you can only save yourself.

Nian Shu no longer had any luck in his heart, and could only rely on himself and the long stick in his hand.

The stick technique that has been practiced tens of thousands of times finally worked. Although there were more and more wounds on the body, the three blue-eyed wolves ran all the way to the limit. After being hit several times in a row, they also fell down in the snow , Warm wolf blood flowed out and dyed the white snow red.

Supporting his body with a long stick, Nian Shu panted to shake off the blood on the stick, and finally he was able to take a good look at the life-saving stick that was thrown in the snow.

At this moment, he heard a few faint wailing sounds.Nianshu clenched the stick in his hand, looked around for the sound, walked for a while, and finally found two emaciated wolf cubs shivering from the cold in a small pothole.

Nianshu stood in the wind and snow staring at the two wolf cubs for a long time, finally bent down and squatted down, picked up the two wolf cubs and stuffed them into his lapel, letting them cling to him to keep warm.

But when he turned around, he was surrounded by wolves at some point behind him, and pairs of blue eyes were staring at him unblinkingly.

At this moment, Nian Shu felt his ears buzzing, and before he had time to think about anything, the pack of wolves had already rushed towards him, and he could already smell the fishy and stench from the wolf's mouth.

I'm going to die here.

He roared angrily and waved the copper stick in his hand, but there were too many wolves, and the ones in front of him were fighting back, and the rest were rushing forward. There was pain from being bitten in his arms and legs. Nianshu knelt on the ground and moved. no.

Another wolf came running towards him, opening its mouth to bite his throat, Nian stared at it desperately, with a threatening sound still coming from his throat, but the sharp wolf teeth became gentle after approaching, like someone's hand Touch your own neck.

Then Nianshu suddenly heard Xue Wangliu's voice.

"Nianshu, Nianshu?" Xue Wangliu called out twice, seeing that Nianshu's brows were tightly frowned, he couldn't help frowning too.Just when he was about to push again, Nianshu suddenly screamed and opened his eyes.

I was still in that forging room, the temperature was scorching hot and not cold, with the concerned face of the master in front of me, and not far away from the forging table, Xue Feng was smiling at himself with a copper-colored Zen stick inlaid with eight treasures.

"Wake up just in time, your Zen stick is just in time."

Xue Feng handed over the Zen stick in his hand, Nian Shu was still a little dazed, but subconsciously reached out to take the Zen stick, but just as he clenched his hand tightly, the familiar feeling was the same as the long stick he had accidentally obtained in the snow in the illusion of memory just now. exactly the same.

All the time, pictures of various colors came one after another, mountains and rivers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, I was standing in different places wearing different clothes, in front of different people and monsters, but the copper rod in my hand was always the same.

The pictures gradually overlapped, and the copper rod finally gradually turned into the shape of a Zen stick in his hand, straight and hard, keeping a low profile.

For thousands of years, as always.

The author says:

Nian Shu: I suggest that the wolf brush his teeth to freshen his breath.

Wolf: Sinai!

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Thank you Heiyao, Jiajiazhuang Zhuanghuazhen for the beautiful catnip, Da Qi who came for you, and mobile phone user 99529 for the fish food