Good news, the elder is gone

Life is alive, it is rare to be confused.

Xue Wangliu seemed to believe her own words, but Nianshu also understood that this fairy Xueliu was not so easy to fool, but because she didn't want to mention it, she put it down gently and didn't ask any more.

He has always been like this, he doesn't do things that disturb others, he doesn't ask or listen too much, but he doesn't know if he will think too much.But no matter how much he thought about it, he would still be bored in his heart and not confide in others.

Nianshu helped Xue Wangliu into the courtyard, thanking him for not asking, and said that he made the master worry about Yunyun, as if he believed his own lie, but he was willing to believe it, but some people were not.

The voice that had disappeared for a long time let out a sigh, sympathetic but distressed: "You are you, why bother to obsess over this and escape the truth?"

Nianshu held Xue Wangliu's hand tightly, and when he heard him ouch, he let it go quickly, and said quickly: "I just had a headache again, did you pinch Master?"

"It's not." Xue Wangliu looked at his face, feeling a little sad at first, but when he saw the red spot in the middle of his lips, he looked away uncomfortably, and pretended to be puzzled: "What is it?" What's going on? You have a strange headache, why don't we go to Huatuo Peak together?"

"No, it's just that it's a little uncomfortable to be blown by the cold wind suddenly after being hot for a long time. If such a trivial matter still needs to be watched by Master Hua, Master Xu will say that Master, you dote on me." Nian Shu said.

Xue Wangliu didn't say that the master should protect the apprentice this time, but just smiled and said casually: "That's because Xu Jiqing likes to make a fuss, so don't talk to him."

Going around the rockery and flower shed in the yard, the wind blew purple petals onto Nianshu's head, Xue Wangliu saw that he reached out to take the petals away, and put them in his palm to look.

"This flower is pretty, but it has many petals and no smell. It has been blooming for a long time, and I don't know what it is." Xue Wangliu seemed to have nothing to say.

He shook off the petals in his hand and sighed: "Linglong Snow Mountain can't support this kind of flower."

Nian Shu listened and said softly: "But there are ice lotus and snow lotus only on Linglong Snow Mountain, and there are no other places. It is a wonder in the world."

"So what, I don't like it very much." Xue Wangliu pursed her lips, thinking of the succulents she raised on the windowsill in the past, and it is estimated that they have become garbage now.

The speaker had no intention of listening, and Nianshu had a ghost in his heart. Hearing Xue Wangliu's casual remarks, he fell silent. After a while, he said: "Indeed, if Master doesn't like it, no matter how precious the snow lotus is, it's useless."

Pushing open the door and going back to the room, the sesame seed that Xue Wangliu left halfway through eating was still on the table two days ago, and there was still a faint smell of food in the room.

Nian Shu first helped Xue Wangliu to sit down on the chair, went to open the windows of the room to let in air, then returned to the table and poured a cup of tea for Master and handed it to him.

"Master, have you been guarding me in the casting room these two days?"

Holding the teacup, Xue Wangliu paused for a moment, then cleared his throat, took a sip of tea to moisten his dry lips, and said softly: "No, later your uncle Xue Feng told you that you didn't respond, so he called me over."

He said with a smile: "Your uncle screamed anxiously, I thought it was something serious, but I woke you up as soon as I went, and I was frightened for no reason."

"It's my apprentice's fault." Nian Shu sat beside Xue Wangliu and said softly to Amitabha, "I just want to discuss something with Master."

Xue Wangliu looked at him, and couldn't guess what Nianshu wanted to discuss, so he immediately became nervous, clenched the teacup in his hand and said, "Just tell me what it is."

"Master, after waking up from samadhi just now, I felt that it was only one or two days before I passed the catastrophe and came out of my body. The last time I accidentally formed a Nascent Soul on Huatuo Peak and disturbed others, it was not my wish. Now if I rashly forge here Forging Zhai and crossing the catastrophe, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for Master Xue Feng again."

"So fast?" When Xue Wangliu heard that it was about crossing the robbery, he immediately relaxed, laughed at himself for making a fuss, and then said: "Even if you are in Zhuduanzhai, crossing the robbery is not a big deal. I will tell you, Master Xue, that you practice hard. That's it. Don't worry, no one will disturb you if I'm here."

Nianshu shook his head: "The last time Yuanying's catastrophe destroyed Lord Huafeng's courtyard, and made Master owe others favors. This time, Nian Shu doesn't want Master to worry about this kind of thing again, so find a quiet place to spend time. It's robbery."

"What's more, there is too much movement in the thunder calamity. If it is in the wilderness, others are just casual cultivators crossing the calamity. If it is in Zhuduzhai, there are many monks coming and going. It is rare for someone to ask a few questions, and there are too many gossips."

What he said was well-founded, Xue Wangliu had no way to refute it, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what Nian Shu said was very reasonable.If you find a quiet place outside to cross the tribulation, it will be much more convenient than Xue Feng's here.

The teacup in his hand knocked slightly on the table, Xue Wangliu smiled, looked at Nianshu and said: "You are right, now your Zen staff is ready, tomorrow...tomorrow we will go to say goodbye, Find a quiet place to wait for you to cross the catastrophe."

"Yes." Nian Shu responded, and something appeared in his mind uncontrollably, it was all himself... the picture of the time when he had an epiphany or crossed the catastrophe.

He resisted the desire to reach out and hold his head, but frowned, showing a tired look.

"Go and rest. You are tired too. Only by adjusting your breath can you have the energy to deal with the thunder calamity." Xue Wangliu thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes as usual, and said in a warm voice: "Leaving the body and thunder calamity is no better than thunder calamity." Qinglei is having a hard time exercising his body because of those small fights before."

What's more, the power of the lightning calamity that Nian Shu conceived before has far surpassed others, and the thunder calamity that is out of the body may even double the damage, a hundred thousand volts.

"Yes."

Nian Shu responded, and quickly bent over to facilitate the master's movements. He didn't straighten up until he felt a pat on the shoulder, picked up the Zen stick in his hand, went out, and returned to his room.

The courtyard is remote, and once the door of the room is closed, even the sound of the wind outside cannot be heard.Nianshu stood in the silence of the room, and gently placed the Zen stick in his hand on the table.

He wanted to take off his outer robe, but when he put his hands on his chest, he remembered that Master had just adjusted the skirts for him, and he was inexplicably reluctant.But after sitting on the chair for a while, he took off all his coats and lay down on the bed in a thin undershirt.

The mattress is soft, and the quilt on his body still smells of sunlight. This kind of comfort is something he has never had in the past 2000 years in his memory.

He was an abandoned orphan before he entered the school, and barely survived starvation with a mouthful of food in the small temple. Later, when he became sensible, he helped with work, and after practicing cultivation, he ran around every day.

Just after the natural Buddha bones were discovered and he will listen to the Bodhi School later, he also practiced hard every day, and the Buddhist monks beside him warned him every sentence, all of them were modest and sincere, not arrogant or impetuous, don't be disturbed by secular flattery, don't Angry at the stagnation of practice.

The Buddha has endured all kinds of sufferings, and he has gone through the ups and downs of the world to build a golden body, and it should be the same with the Bodhisattvas of the Buddha.

Lying on the bed, Nian Shu closed his eyes and sorted out the memories in his head that were too late to sort out from beginning to end. The feeling of repulsion in his heart gradually disappeared, but the barrier still lingered.

He is a bystander, and he has seen all these memories. It was not until the sun outside changed from light yellow to orange, and when the sunset was infinitely beautiful, that he slowly regained consciousness from the memory.

If words such as narrow escapes were used to describe these memories, Nian Shu felt that it was not too much at all. It would be extremely dangerous to just watch from the sidelines, let alone be in it.

He was silent for a while, and took the initiative to ask in his heart: "What about the rest of the memory?"

"Amitabha, your cultivation is limited, and you can only see this now." The voice quickly responded, repeating the previous question: "Why resist, why escape? You and I are one."

"You? You're my... What's wrong?" Nian Shu asked.

The voice said: "I am a strand of your soul."'

"Mine?" Nianshu sneered, "I'm just a Nascent Soul cultivator, how can I get the power of the soul. You are his soul, and it has nothing to do with Nianshu."

The voice was a little displeased: "It's all evasive words. Even if you say so, I'm still him, and you're still me. We're all just a kind of existence."

"I'm just me." Nianshu still insisted.

Taking a peek at these memories, he found that it was basically a memory of fighting monks and monsters. Swords, swords and shadows were full of dangers. beast.

Occasionally when it rains, I find a place to rest, sit under the eaves and watch the gloomy sky wait for the rain to stop, or recite scriptures to calm my mind, and read the life principles mentioned in the book over and over again, seemingly understanding but actually not understanding .

Those daily walks and walks along the mountains and rivers, and the memories of living in the sect of the temple are very few, and they stopped abruptly in the end, completely unaware of how I became Nianshu.

"You are his soul, do you know everything?" Nianshu asked softly, "If I am, then who is the Bodhi Sect?"

The voice said, "It's you too."

Nian Shu suddenly fell silent, and it took him a long time before he slowly asked, "You know that the world knows that the Venerable wanted to ascend into obsession, and used the old devil Qingtian's annihilation array to absorb spiritual power, and finally died on my shoulders. Master."

"But Xueliu doesn't believe that this is what the Venerable intended." The voice said slowly.

Nianshu was furious: "That's not the problem at all!"

If the master knew that it was him, it would be fine, and the closest apprentice was the one who died under his hands, how would he think of himself?

Nianshu was full of confusion: "Why did you tell me this, why don't you just let me go on like this?"

"The wind and snow are boundless, and you chose to catch up." The voice comforted softly, "Nianshu, this is your own inner choice, you would not want to spend your whole life in such a muddle, not knowing where your predecessor came from."

Nianshu was silent for a while, and only said: "If I knew it would happen, I would definitely not catch up."

"If you can know the result before doing it, then many things in this world will not happen, how is that possible?" The voice chuckled, laughing at his innocence.

Nianshu said slowly: "I think that in the past, the people of the Fanzhou Gaotai worshiped me because they thought that I couldn't do anything for ordinary people. I was at the forefront of eliminating disasters and evils, and I just earned a piece of peace for them."

In the memory picture, I was soaked in blood and injured, and in the end I got greetings, comfort, and some false fame and boast.But now that he is a man, he is scolded by the world, and he has forgotten what he has done.

Such and such is depressing.

But the voice said: "But don't you just want to protect Xueliu from the wind and rain, and stand in front of him to eliminate disasters and evil for him?"

"He protects me first, why can't I do this. And he never asked me for anything. On the path of cultivation, he told me to put my own safety first. He didn't ask me how smart and successful I was, just told me Life is the most important thing, if something goes wrong, just turn around and run."

Nianshu recalled that when he was in Fanzhou, he relaxed a little, "Sometimes I am too lazy and don't want to learn or practice. Master never blames me, but loves me for working too hard. He takes me to the mortal temple fair, to Touch, listen, and taste the liveliness of the world that I have never seen before."

"If I really lived for more than 2000 years, I can only live like a person during the five years with him."

Life in this world is bitter, but in the past, I don't know what is sweet, and I don't feel that life is bitter, but now looking back at the past, Nianshu has tasted the bitterness for him.

He touched the soft bed under him, but in his mind he was recalling the stone slabs he slept on during the 2000-year-old camp, the wooden beds he used to lie on in dilapidated temples, the soft futons in the Bodhi School that could only be used for sitting cross-legged, and the dirty ones. Dirty curbs.

The voice in my heart quietly listened to him, and said: "I am you, I feel the same about what is going on in your heart, it's not that I don't understand."

Nianshu laughed and asked, "How do you understand?"

The voice paused, and suddenly remembered that Xueliu was extremely sad that day, and after drinking, she cried and kissed her on the head, obviously just a touch of water is better than two lines of incense and abstinence.

But he only said: "This purple gold Zen stick has been with me for many years, inseparable. Now that I can return to my side, I... am very grateful to him."

The author says:

Nian Shu: What do you know.

Liao: I... I thank him. ,

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