Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"I carry the load, you lead the horse..."

Ming Sinian raised his eyebrows in front of him, and turned his head to stare at Yu Fuchen: "No reckless singing!!"

Relying on Kong's strength and being bullied tightly by Daju, the luggage of the three of them was on Yu Fuchen's shoulders.

Needless to say, Feng Changhuan, even the outfit was prepared by Yu Fuchen, all he took away from Kunlun was a set of bones, and before leaving, he accidentally forgot his mind in Lingxiao Tower.

As for Ming Si Nian and him, there is a huge difference. Taoxijian is the number one medical school in the world. It has the ability to heal diseases and rejuvenate people. It will not starve to death wherever it goes. This man looks very handsome in gold and silver. , just by looking at the crystal clear jade on his forehead today, one can tell that he must be very rich.

Yu Fuchen was not interested in his details, he just wanted to tease him, and he was even more proud to see him upset, and he said something very unpleasant: "People in Taoyuan hang their pots to help the world, and most of them don't charge money for medical consultations. Seeing that you are so flamboyantly dressed, you must be a master who doesn't keep the rules."

Faced with his teasing, Ming Sinian didn't take it seriously, expressionlessly took out a few heavy objects from the Qiankun bag and pressed them on his shoulders, patted the ash on his hands contentedly, and led Bai Zi away.

Sitting on the back of the fairy deer, Feng Changhuan, who played the piccolo for a while, felt a little distressed.

Whenever the two quarreled, he seemed to be able to see an aggrieved wolf cub with its tail between its legs, bullied by an orange cat whose hair was blown up, unable to lift its head up, like an abandoned dog.

Poor Xixi came to him for comfort, her ears drooped and she let out a weak howl from the depths of her throat, she was careful to curry favor with him, and she was afraid that the orange cat would find out that Qiuhou would settle the score, when he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug him, And timidly buried his head and ran away.

It's hard to say whether it's awkward or shy, but Feng Changhuan believes it's the latter.

This time was no exception, he poked Ming Sinian's back with his piccolo, and when the man turned his head, he poked his mouth at Yu Fuchen again.

The more he indulged Yu Fuchen, the more depressed Ming Si Nian became.

"What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into the master, he spoils you so much!"

Because of the word "favor", Yu Fuchen was a little bit smug, he didn't distinguish between north and south, east and west, he was very happy, and he didn't know where the joy came from, probably because he lived to such an age, he was finally cared about by others.

Of course, in addition to joy, there is also a kind of melancholy in my heart.

"If he really cares, why doesn't he accept me as a disciple?"

"Maybe there are some difficulties."

For the first time, Ming Si Nian didn't pour cold water on him, instead he gave him a word of comfort half coaxing and half teasing.

He is a man who is addicted to alcohol, and he can't pour a thousand cups. The vegetarian vegetarian food of the Buddhist sect almost made his eyes green. As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the Buddhist sect, he couldn't wait to take out the wine cup from the Qiankun bag, pour a full cup and drink with his head up. do.

The fine nectar brewed from the clear spring water is very delicious, and the aftertaste lingers on the tongue for a long time.

He licked the corner of his lips eagerly, and handed Yu Fuchen a cup, but the latter waved his hand and declined: "Farewell, I want to become a monk."

"Monks are not happier than ordinary people, and cultivating immortals is not more comfortable than ordinary people. If you ask me, it would be better to break the golden core and enter the court as an official. With the ability of my young master, I will surely rise to the top. After the power is poured into the court and the people, I will retreat and be a wandering wild crane. Wouldn't it be beautiful? ?”

It is really rare to have such an ambition, no wonder he would willingly leave the Taoyuan of the East China Sea and travel to China to wander the rivers and lakes.

Yu Fuchen's impression of him changed in his heart, and even the taunt of "eunuch" came to his lips in silence.

"Always drinking alone, what's bothering you?"

"Using wine to relieve my worries makes me even more worried. I don't drink to escape, but to have fun, you know."

He drank all the sake for Yu Fuchen, choked on the spicy sip due to his upset, his eyes were a little moist, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Before I came to Taoyuan, my family was not poor."

He is continuing the original topic.

"There is no family fortune, nor is the family fortune ruined. My mother left early, and my father's lifelong wish is for the descendants of the family to step into the fairy gate, to honor the ancestors, and I have been weak since I was a child. No one expected this. No mother loves me, so my father continued, and there are two younger brothers behind me."

Ming Sinian didn't have much expression on his face, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

He unrestrainedly drank the fine wine in the jug, habitually wiped the corners of his mouth with his cuff, and continued:

"When I was young, a monk from Lingxue Palace passed by my hometown and said that the lintel of my house is full of precious energy, and it should be the place where there are people with immortals. If I don't come to the famous and decent sect to guide me, I am afraid that I will suffer from Zhong Yong's injury. Father is very excited. Call them away, ask that Daoxiu to touch their bones, Daoxiu denied them one by one, and finally found me."

"In that case, you should worship under Lingxue Palace."

"No. Although the dignified monk was carrying the token of Lingxue Palace, he was a villain who was kicked out of the master's sect because of his misconduct. The unknown prescription made a long-lived elixir, and the medicine cited was 99 childlike innocences full of spiritual power."

Yu Fuchen was dumbfounded, and glanced at Feng Changhuan's expression from the corner of his eye, that person was sleeping soundly on Bai Zi's back, he was quite at ease, and he didn't know how he would feel after hearing what happened to his lover.

"Could it be..."

"It was Patriarch Yikui who rescued me, and I was able to save my life. Therefore, I worshiped under the door of Taoyuan, and practiced the righteous way of healing myself and saving others."

So far it is considered a complete story, Yu Fuchen was about to congratulate him for meeting a good teacher and helpful friend, when he heard Ming Sinian say "but" quietly.

"However... that monk was no match for Patriarch Yikui, and he was afraid that I would reveal the secret and kill more than a dozen people in my family in order to silence people. When I heard the news, I returned home accompanied by Patriarch, and there was already a blood Hai. At that time... I was only six years old."

Ming Si Nian raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the dampness had long disappeared.It's been too long since the accident, and at this moment, he can't even shed a tear.

Yu Fuchen didn't know how to comfort people, he could only think of the past when the common people were in trouble, Buddhist practitioners would go down the mountain to save the dead souls.

But if he recited the Great Compassion Mantra to ease the atmosphere, his nose would definitely be broken...

"you……"

I am sorry for your loss?

Pitiful? ?

Drink more and forget these unpleasant things, shall we? ? ?

None of the words seemed human, Yu Fuchen scratched his head, at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, Ming Si Nian quickly regained his composure and sped up his pace a little.

"My father used to be a wealthy businessman with a wealth of wealth. He didn't have to worry about food and clothing. Even I, who was the most unfavored, provided for me with rich clothes and fine food. In such a catastrophe, only I, who happened to be away from home, was spared. My mouth melted into gold, my bones were destroyed, and my formerly kind face became a hateful face. People accused me and asked me why I was the only one who survived. They suspected that this was clearly a bloody murder carefully planned by me to fight for the family property. .”

Human nature is so selfish, greedy and ugly.

What you can't get, seeing others have it, will generate jealousy and hatred, sourness will be sour, and it will harm others and yourself.

"I am the least favored, and I have no name as the eldest son. As long as my two younger brothers are alive, I will not be able to inherit the family business anyway. Because of this, they call me a murderer, a wolf and a beast, and wish they could kill me." Fa-rectification on the spot. Those who clamor for justice, who is not aiming at tempting treasure? As long as the only surviving bloodline dies, the wealth of the family will be confiscated. How much profit can they make from it... Just because of this, It’s just something outside my body, they know I’m innocent, but they will hang me on the tower to hang me.”

Having said that, he rubbed the center of his brows, recalling the painful past.

Yu Fuchen couldn't bear it: "It's my fault that caused you to recall the sad past, you don't have to tear your own scars, I..."

It's a pity that Ming Sinian didn't appreciate it, so he drank another sip of wine, as if he didn't hear what he said, he went on talking.

"I don't need to talk about the details. In short, Patriarch Yikui helped me again and gave me a third life. I took what I should have and went back to Taoxijian with her as a matter of course."

"Understood, you donated money to build a charity hall to show that you are not a murderer, so that those who once wanted to kill you can see clearly what kind of person you are!"

"You know what, am I sick?"

Facing the impassioned speculation, Ming Sinian only answered short and indifferent words.

He rolled Yu Fuchen's eyes, and felt from the bottom of his heart that this person had stayed in the Buddhist sect for too long, perhaps he was blinded by lard, as if he was living in a dream and didn't know the sufferings of the world.

With a dissatisfied "tsk", he put the jug on his waist and asked:

"What reason do I have to explain to a group of people who are as clear as a mirror but still want to kill me? I really am not made to do good deeds. If someone hurts me, I can't wait to repay it with my feet. I am such a despicable villain. I am not worthy to become a fairy, so I never cultivated to obtain the so-called positive fruit, but to repay my kindness."

Before that, he had also told Yu Fuchen that he was willing to be Feng Changhuan's disciple because he wanted to repay his kindness.But where does this kindness come from, Patriarch Yikui?

Just because Patriarch Yikui saved his life, he was willing to serve others instead?It seems... there is no such reason?

However, Ming Sinian considers himself a despicable villain, and with such awareness, he can naturally transcend hypocritical monks and many mortals.

As early as when he uttered these words, Yu Fuchen realized that Ming Sinian had opened up his heart to him, and he was unwilling to admit it, but gave all his most precious and fragile trust to himself.

"It wasn't your fault." He whispered. "It's not your fault, it's the world that treats you unfairly."

Ming Sinian lost his mind for a moment, and looked at Yu Fuchen in astonishment.

He even stopped, stroked his forehead and tried to remember who it was...

Who had said exactly the same words to him, so that he who was struggling in the sea of ​​suffering saw a ray of light, and made him who gave up struggling and only wanted to drown in despair rekindle hope?

who is it……