Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Feng Changhuan turned around, watched the boy close the door with a smile, and did not forget to wave.

The more he looked at him pretending to be crazy, the more angry Wu Wu felt. He clenched his fists and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed his cheek and forced the man to take a few steps forward, looking at him close at hand.

There was no fear in the man's eyes as expected, it was so calm that it made people panic.

"It's been ten years. Why don't you grow old, a monster who deserves to be crushed?"

Feng Changhuan was not in a hurry to struggle to get free, even though the force in Wuwu's palm was getting tighter and tighter, deep into the two jaws, the pain was unbearable.

In such an embarrassing situation, he smiled miserably at Shang Wuwu's anger, just like standing on the top of Tianyu Mountain when he was besieged by Kyushu.

It's been ten years... What hasn't changed is his appearance?

Because of his smile, nothingness was so disturbed, recalling the sleepless night when the fire was shining in the sky and the corpses were everywhere, he let go without knowing it, and there was... regret in his heart.

"Forget it, it's really embarrassing to be entangled with you, the farther the better, don't let me see your disgusting face again!"

Ordinary Buddhist cultivators follow the clear rules and precepts, and most of them call themselves "poor monks" or "little monks". Xu Gui puts on airs like a dog in front of outsiders.

He despises Feng Changhuan from the bottom of his heart, if Master Xuyun hadn't warned him in every possible way before he died, perhaps after leaving Kunlun Wonderland, the Wuxiang Buddha Sect would just be another purgatory tormenting him.

Seeing the wrinkles at the corners of the empty eyes gathered in one place, Feng Changhuan, who was secretly delighted, was even more addicted to drama, clasped his hands together, pretending to be uneasy, lowered his eyelids, and looked at him timidly from time to time.

Wu Wu was originally full of resentment, hated Master Xuyun for his own selfish desires, and ignored the Buddhist sect at a single thought, but at this moment Feng Changhuan deliberately avoided, being aggressive would be unreasonable, so why get angry?

He had read the scriptures for half his life, and he finally lived to understand. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he took out a white porcelain lotus flower box from his sleeve, and took out the items in it.

"Xuyun's relic, he entrusted me to hand it over to you when he was alive. From now on, you have nothing to do with my Buddhist sect. Leave quickly and don't come back! See you next time, and I will definitely tear you to pieces. part!"

Feng Changhuan was slightly startled, pinched the glowing relic in his palm, turned his back, and headed towards the door of the Tibetan scripture building, the corners of his eyes were stained with a blush, his eyes were red, bloody tears were in his eyes, he endured it, Refuse to cry.

He wanted to.

On the day he returned to the Buddha Sect, standing in front of the Great Hero Hall, he wanted to rush into it, to see Master Xu Yun for the last time, and tell him with the last of his strength: Old monk, I'm back.

But he can't.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?Time is indelible, and life and death are inseparable. Even if he suffered bone-piercing pain under the Lingxiao Pagoda, he still remembers that someone once held his hand and walked down the thousand-step long ladder full of haze and thorns, standing proudly in front of him. peak.

The palm is warm and soft, but his fingers are cold and stiff, like ice in a cold spring, which cannot be melted without flames.

The old monk always smiled kindly, and said warmly: "It's hotter, hotter than yesterday. I cover it for you every day, and one day it will completely dissipate the coldness in your body."

"No, I'm just a piece of solid ice, and I deserve to be crushed into powder."

He replied in this way, covering the petals and leaves of the crabapple in full bloom with his young hands, and in just a moment, the extremely beautiful thing with a faint fragrance formed a layer of frost, stagnating at the most beautiful moment, and there will be no day of withering.

If everything is like this, what kind of suffering should the person who warms his hands endure?

Knowing that the heart is piercing, knowing that it is impossible, I am still willing to hold back and persevere.

When questioned by Yu Fuchen, Feng Changhuan did not defend himself, just like being humbled when being looked down upon by sentient beings.

He should have said that as early as when he was crying blood and tears, he should have shown others that he is not a cold-blooded devil with a heart of stone. He will hurt and cry. After death, he seemed to have cut off all ties with the world.

Who else...would be wasting his time in vain, warming his cold hands in vain?

Feng Changhuan held the relic which was as pale as his face, his thin lips trembled slightly.

Old monk... I still want to listen to your lectures and teach me the mysteries of Buddhism. You... come back and see me, okay?

I am no longer an ignorant and ignorant brat, and I have become someone else's master, so I won't cause any more trouble, and I don't need you to protect me behind me, and I will suffer unreasonable abuse and accusations...

Come back and see me again, okay?I also want to be held by you and watch the sun rise and the moon set in front of the Lixue Pavilion.

Now that I have returned safely, but I am alone, even if I have the rest of my life in vain, what is the use of it...

He stared at his hands in a daze, and was suddenly covered by a wave of warmth.

Looking up, the boy was holding his hand, asking something with concern.

In the dead silence, he couldn't hear a single sound, but he could really feel that this person also cared about him.

But he... doesn't he feel cold?

Yu Fuchen held his cold hand, and for some reason, seeing him so sad, his heart felt as if he had been raped by someone, and the pain tightened.

He wrinkled his nose, couldn't bear to see the man's expression at the moment, pretended to be indifferent, and murmured awkwardly:

"The old monk is gone, and I'm with you. If you cry... I'm afraid I won't be able to coax you well. One, you're old, don't worry the younger generation."

He took Feng Changhuan's hand and walked out of the scripture building, and Ming Sinian saluted and bid farewell to nothingness again behind him.

When going out, Xu Gui was sitting on the eaves, with two long legs hanging down, blocking the way.

"I heard that all of you are leaving today, and I'll see you off."

He spit out the hay he was holding in his mouth, jumped down from the eaves, his dark monk robe fluttered, and he finally looked like a serious monk.

"Senior brother's relic can protect him well in the future, you have to remember, it is the result of Master Xuyun's whole life of cultivation, if used properly, it may restore his former three success powers."

Yu Fuchen was stunned, and looked at Ming Sinian, and asked impatiently: "Thirty percent? You mean, the old monk's relics can make up for his broken golden elixir?"

"I didn't say anything. Even if the senior brother gave him all his spiritual power during his lifetime, it only accounted for [-]% of his heyday. Otherwise, why would he be subdued if he had to be punished by the Kyushu?"

Looking at Feng Changhuan's side face, the man has put the relic in his close pocket at this moment, there is no worry between his brows, he has already forgotten the embarrassment just now, it is clear that it is going to rain with pear blossoms, and he forgets it in a blink of an eye when he is interrupted halfway sad.

Cry fast, good also fast.

"How many things are you hiding?"

"As I said, I know neither too much nor too little. I don't know where to start. It's been three days and three nights. I can't answer until you ask me."

Yu Fuchen: "..."

Can this bald donkey be any more shameless? ?

Perhaps Xu Gui's avoidance of talking about it may be to protect them. He himself insists on not wanting to, and there is no need to force it.

Therefore, Yu Fuchen didn't delve into it, bowed his hands and saluted, and said goodbye again: "I don't know when I will return after this farewell, I hope the master will cherish it, the world is far away, there will always be a reunion day."

Xugui didn't take it seriously: "You also talk about nothingness like this?"

"I have never been on good terms with him, and he looked down on me, so he just said goodbye."

It's really clear.

But he was unwilling to say goodbye, and he couldn't say "Farewell" in the end.

Watching the backs of the three of them and a deer disappear into the twilight, Xu Gui with a bald head, was in a daze for a long time, and then said to Xu Wu who was standing silently behind him: "Old man, I have been displeased with you for a long time, and today I am in a bad mood." , come to fight?"

Nothingness sneered at him and flicked his sleeves.

"I don't have any feelings for the rude late students. The one who left is the one who took advantage of the situation, and so does you, the villain who is in the same generation as me."

"Don't be so indifferent, no matter how bad it is, I can be regarded as your senior brother."

"Those who have never called a senior brother are not qualified to marry!"

"That's right, then can I call you... the culprit?"