Good news, the elder is gone

How would you describe how you feel right now?Nian Shu was clearly here, but he seemed to be standing on a plain, and someone was passing by in a hurry, and when he glanced over, they also looked over.

It was the exact same face, but with different expressions of different ages, or pity or sadness or numbness.See them in your own eyes and see yourself in their eyes.

In the end, they all walked towards themselves slowly, carrying memories and wind and frost all over their bodies.

Nian Shu covered his hair and let out a cry of pain, the hand holding the Zen stick tightly and his knuckles turned white, Xue Feng was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly asked: "Nephew, what's wrong?"

"Nianshu, Nianshu?"

Seeing him covering his head, Xue Wangliu stretched out his hand and tore off the wig on Nian Shu's head and threw it aside. Regardless of Xue Feng's exclamation, he reached out and held his head while digging into his spiritual power and asked, "Nian Shu?" ,What's wrong with you?"

It is often the case that he can't wake up after chanting special meditation, but this is the first time he wakes up with such a headache. Is it because the temperature in the forging room is too high?

Xue Wangliu forcibly raised his head, seeing Nianshu's brows were tightly frowned and his face was flushed, he immediately pinched his chin, and one of the people who pressed him was a fierce one.

"what!"

Nianshu cried out in pain, the chaos in his head was dispelled by the huge pain, and the pain in his mouth made it difficult to breathe. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were red and he looked at Xue Wangliu in front of him. The blood-smelling mouth swirled around, but he didn't cry out.

"What's wrong with Nianshu?" Xue Wangliu asked with concern while holding his face, and slowly stroked the back of his head with his hands, "What's wrong? I just felt so uncomfortable."

Nian Shu paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "My head hurts just now."

Xue Wangliu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word headache, how could he have a headache for no reason?He touched Nian Shu's hand for a moment, then asked, "What about now?"

Nian Shu: "Now my mouth hurts."

Xue Wangliu: ...

He took a closer look at Nianshu, and the place in the middle of the crowd was already red because of his too much force, and he looked like a prince.With a embarrassed expression for a moment, he took back his hand holding Nianshu's head.

Sorry, I used too much force when pinching someone.

Nianshu looked at Xue Wangliu's expression, and wanted to say that Master needn't worry, but the sudden extra memory in his mind made him feel a sense of division, as if he was a bystander standing here, and the desire for intimacy in his heart was overwhelmed. Strangeness weighs down.

For a moment he didn't know who he really was.

"Amitabha." Nianshu lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Xue Wangliu again, and said slowly, "Just now I chanted sutras to enter meditation, and I made you worry."

Seeing that the suddenly bald-headed nephew returned to normal and spoke clearly, Xue Feng heaved a sigh of relief after seeing nothing wrong, wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Nephew, it's easier for you to become a Buddha than me when I sleep. Die, screaming for two days and nights without waking up, it's really scary."

Two days and two nights?Nianshu frowned, did he run in the snow for so long?

"However, my nephew is indeed very talented. The people around me in the foundry can't bear to go out after a day, but my nephew can meditate here for two days and two nights. It's really amazing." Xue Feng said for a while, and then looked at it carefully Nianshu glanced at him and said with a smile on his face, "Although I don't understand it clearly, my nephew should have made a further step in his cultivation."

He cupped his hands towards Xue Wangliu and said: "Congratulations, sister, you have a talented disciple."

"Between you and me, there is no need to say such outrageous things." Xue Wangliu smiled, but was still worried about Nianshu's headache.

According to the objective law, there are two types of headaches for God's sons like Nianshu, one is really uncomfortable when sick, and the other is something wrong.

This problem can be big or small, some are obsessed, some are restoring memory, and some are going to be massacred. It needs to be analyzed according to the specific situation.

And Nianshu has another soul in his body...

Seeing Nianshu's frown, Xue Wangliu turned to Xue Feng and said, "Nianshu still seems a little uncomfortable. I'll take him back first, and you should go back and have a good rest. I'll come back to you later."

"My nephew is not feeling well, let's go and rest." Xue Feng said again and again, "It's exhausting for my sister to watch over him all the time. Let's all have a good rest and talk about it after we have something to do."

Xue Wangliu smiled, put his hand on Nianshu's shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the yard to rest first."

Nian Shu responded, leaned on his Zen staff and got up and followed Xue Wangliu out of the casting room. The sultry atmosphere was swept away, the sky outside was clear and the sun was hanging high. Midsummer was over and early autumn just arrived. Slightly cool.

The two were silent all the way, Nianshu walked one step behind Xue Wangliu, keeping a distance from him, and did not step forward to hold his hand as usual.

Xue Wangliu noticed something, and didn't know whether it was a kind of alienation or whether it was his own carelessness.He felt a little unhappy in his heart, but he was also worried that he was supercilious and wanted to ask but couldn't.

He walked ahead, counting the steps in his heart, wondering when Nian Shu would follow up and hold his hand.And Nianshu followed behind, counting down the time in his heart, thinking when his eyes would fall into darkness again.

But as soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, the people behind him did not step forward, nor did the darkness in front of Nianshu's eyes.

Xue Wangliu stopped, remembering the way Nianshu was covering his head just now, he already had the worst plan in his heart, he asked: "Nianshu, have you reached the late stage of Nascent Soul?"

After a pause, he answered truthfully, "It's only a thread away from getting out of the body."

"So fast." Xue Wangliu laughed, "If you let others know that your cultivation is as easy as eating and drinking, I'm afraid you will be so envious that you won't be able to sleep well."

After chanting Shu Amitabha Buddha, he still said that his fate was good.

Obviously it was the same answer as before, but Xue Wangliu felt it was wrong, he looked at the shadow on the ground and asked again: "What happened to you just now? Why do you have a headache?"

Nianshu was silent for a while, and then said: "Just now, the apprentice seems to have entered an illusion after he entered the samadhi. He walked alone in the long wind and snow, fighting desperately with hungry wolves. If the master hadn't woke me up, I am afraid that I have already been killed in the illusion. The wolf killed it."

"When you enter meditation practice, you will often see scenes that you have never seen before. This is the tempering of the state of mind, and I have experienced it. Even if you are bitten by a wolf in this state of mind, nothing will happen. It just implies that you are confused about the state of mind in practice. Worry."

Xue Wangliu laughed, "However, this state of mind was broken by my waking up from the outside, and it is easy to get demons. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell the master, don't delay."

Nian Shu responded, and the two became quiet again.

Xue Wangliu stood still, and Nianshu also stood there without making any progress.

The memories pouring into my mind have been gradually sorted out and connected. Although there are still many incomplete and incoherent places, Nianshu cannot ignore these memories, deceive himself that these memories have nothing to do with him, and completely separate himself from those memories .

The top of the Buddha Hall, the glacier forest, the phantom of the secret place, from refining qi to becoming a venerable, from a novice who was bullied by no one to a venerable who is respected and admired, from a beggar on the roadside to a person who is cherished and cared for Nianshu.

I seem to have experienced many people and things, and many things have been gained and lost, as if they are related to me but have nothing to do with me. The memory is torn apart like it was torn apart by life and then roughly glued on.

Standing in my memory and looking back now, I seem to be looking at a long river, in which 20 years of time are but a drop in the ocean, which can be filled with only one scoop, not worth mentioning.

The memories of the past are both familiar and unfamiliar, and the copper Zen stick in my hand silently reminds myself not to forget, and not to deny those 2000 years of time that I have walked alone.

Obviously changed his appearance and changed his flesh and blood, but he was reborn but failed to change his bones. Nianshu couldn't tell which one was him. He stood here looking at the mottled light and shadow on the ground, and really wanted to ask who could give him the answer, but Can't speak.

The person who can answer questions for Nianshu is right in front of you, but the person who can answer questions for His Holiness is unknown.

Is he the one who only cares about the people in front of him, a rare selfish Buddhist cultivator, or is he always selfless with all the people in the world in his heart?

Which one is yourself?Or which one is he?

Nianshu couldn't figure it out, and didn't seem to be able to find the answer, so he could only lower his eyes and turn the prayer beads in his hand, and recite Amitabha, as if sighing.

"Nianshu, apart from tempering your mind, haven't you encountered anything else?"

Xue Wangliu didn't want to remain silent any longer, thinking in his heart that even if Nian Shutong merged into one soul with the part in his body, so what if his memory is complete, can he not admit that he has indeed worshiped himself as a teacher these years, and has been cared for so much? take care of?

Without an apprentice, but with an extra backer, he will not lose at all.

Xue Wangliu comforted herself in this way in her heart, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and smiled: "What's the matter? You didn't answer Master's words?"

Nianshu looked at his back and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes suddenly heated up, the light faded and darkness came, and the most cherished back disappeared before his eyes, but he found a reason.

A reason for myself to read special.

The Venerable Liao has clear eyes and ears and can know everything in the world, but Nian Shu is blind and deaf, and now he is just Nian Shu.

Xue Wangliu, who didn't wait for an answer and didn't want to play pantomime again like this, was about to turn around, but the sound of footsteps behind her approached, and a pair of warm hands gently supported her arm as before.

A gentle voice sounded beside his ears, and Nianshu stared at Xue Wangliu with dull eyes, reflecting those red eyes, and said softly: "No, the apprentice didn't encounter anything else."

He supported Xue Wangliu and continued to walk forward, feeling the warmth in his palm, and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Xue's forging room is too hot, the apprentice was awakened suddenly after going through mental training, and he was still in a trance just now, which made the master Zun is worried."

Feeling Nianshu holding his arm tightly, you circled the word "lie", but Xue Wangliu still didn't say it.

Since he was willing to lie to himself, why bother to expose it?

Xue Wangliu was silent for a while, and then pretended to be angry, stretched out his hand and flicked Nianshu's forehead, complaining: "I was scared to death, I thought you broke your brain by meditating in such a hot place."

"It's fine, it's fine." Xue Wangliu murmured, not knowing whether to listen to what he said, or to listen to himself.

The author says:

Nianshu: Who am I?

Xue Wangliu (playing stupid): Jackie Chan's movie?

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Thank you Ah Zi for running and running, it is Mu Kuisheng e, Jiajiazhuang Zhuang Huazhen's beautiful fish food