Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The long night is as quiet as before, and there is no warm light in the desolate land.

XuanNan leaned on the roof and looked at the sky, the roof tiles had already been broken, the edges and corners were worn away by the wind and sand, and there was a flickering gleam in the cracks under him.

He heard the young man say something in a low voice, peeping in through the ruins, Yu Fuchen was cleaning the wound on Feng Changhuan's chest.

When sharing the same bed, he had many indescribable desires for this indecent body, but when facing each other honestly, apart from heartache, there was only sadness.

Yu Fuchen touched that person cautiously, with three ounces of piety.

At this time, Feng Changhuan was paler than before. Apart from fatal injuries, his back was covered with whip marks and bruises, which should be caused by the bullying that night when he was imprisoned in Lingxue Palace.

He can obviously resist...

"Master, why are you so stupid..."

There were tearing scars all over his body. When he was healing him in Yangzhou City earlier, he didn't notice any abnormalities. It was just that Feng Changhuan exploded his kung fu body yesterday to protect him.

His body is already weak, how could he endure such torture...

Thinking of this, Yu Fuchen was even more sad, and finally overwhelmed, he fell on the man and cried bitterly.

"Who wants you to protect...it should be me protecting you...Master, Master...I was wrong, I will never attack you again, wake up, open your eyes and look at me, okay... "

The man could not answer, and even his voice could not be heard.

Xuannan remained silent.

After a long time, he heard Yu Fuchen go out, sat down beside him, and enjoyed the night scene with him without knowing it.

"Not going to rest?"

"Ah."

"You have something to ask from the little monk, right?"

"You didn't hide it, you just wanted to help me, so why go around?"

"Young monk didn't say that. My obsession with the seven-year itch is different from ordinary people. Take the one from Lingxue Palace as an example. I never regret erasing his memory, and I don't intend to undo the spell for him."

He was talking about Bai Zhezhou.

Eldest brother Lingxuegong also lost his past memory when he was seven years old. Yu Fuchen was already skeptical when he learned about this, but he didn't think that it would be Xugui who caused everything.

Or it is mysterious.

"Before that, I still want to tell you about myself, I wonder if you are interested."

Xuannan was a statement rather than a question, so he continued very naturally: "The little monk entered the Buddhist sect at the age of seven, and became a fake monk who did not eat fast and recite the Buddha's name. Do you believe it or not? Live for someone else?"

In the past, Yu Fuchen would definitely not believe it, but when he thought of Feng Changhuan who spent 20 years of his life and death on himself, he had no choice but to believe it.

"You want to say that Master lives for me?"

"No, it's the little monk who lives for you."

He smiled, took off the rosary and rubbed it in his palm, looking melancholy.

"The old monk has never restrained the young monk with clear rules and precepts. He feels ashamed of the young monk, so there are only two requirements. , it’s still difficult.”

Yu Fuchen and Xuannan have known each other for many years, so they can develop a little understanding and sympathy.

"You stay in the Buddhist sect just for me?"

"Little monk is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that can overthrow the Jiuchongtian, you just happened by the way. Feng Zhidi is that opportunity, but because of you little bastard, the chance of the little monk is dead. 12 years ago, you thought the little monk wanted to To save you, I actually want to strangle you to death."

"..."

"So, are you still insisting on getting your memory back?"

"Xuannan, your ability to tell nonsense is much worse than when you were doing Xugui. Just now, I saw the burn scar on Master's right arm, which is very similar to mine."

While speaking, Yu Fuchen opened his neckline, revealing his left shoulder which was rough due to the scars.

"I want to know what my master and I experienced in the past."

"Help you once, and when the old ghost wakes up, tell me that you have broken the spell yourself, how about it?"

Dog bald donkey, want to take advantage but don't want to be beaten? !

It's a pity that Yu Fuchen had to accommodate others if he wanted something from others.

"What I have to tell you is that in the spell of recovering memory, you will be a bystander visiting the sealed memory in the illusion. Remember that no matter how desperate you are, it is a thing of the past. Don't cling to it, otherwise your Consciousness traps the free body in a nightmare, and there is no day to wake up."

Xuannan went back to the room and bit his finger, dripped the blood on the ground to outline the spell-breaking formation, sat cross-legged in the center, made a "please" gesture to the dazed Yu Fuchen, and pointed to the bed where Feng Changhuan was lying. bed.

"Young monks don't have three heads and six arms. If something goes wrong, it's inexplicable. We can save some energy by getting together, right? Why are you so shy? Don't you do this kind of thing too often?"

Yu Fuchen didn't give him face, he raised his hand coldly and punched him, which made Xuannan's eyes dim and he had to keep his mouth shut.

Looking at the pale sleeping face of the person on the couch, Yu Fuchen stretched out his hand, as if afraid of spoiling the scene, he turned to caress Feng Changhuan's bandaged hand that couldn't be discerned.

His whole body was tied up like a rice dumpling, his body was covered in bruises, and his breathing was so weak that it was hardly audible. "Actually, you don't need to suffer this kind of pain. He sacrificed his life for your peace. Why bother?"

"You don't understand, Xuannan, and I don't understand the past either. For me, what is the past that is important? It is clearly the past with him."

"Idiot..."

Yu Fuchen sat in meditation on the edge of the bed, staring at the red thread tied on his little finger, smiled wryly, untied the knot and tied Feng Changhuan's fingers together, then held his breath and closed his eyes.

"Master, it's rare to get what you want, I don't allow you to have anything."

As Xuannan cast the spell, his voice faded away: "Fool, little monk will burn three sticks of long-lasting incense to serve as a guide when you get lost. Yu Xingzhi...don't forget not to cling to the past, remember..."

After that, the world fell into dead silence.

Yu Fuchen's palms were covered with sweat, knowing that this was an illusion, but he couldn't help being nervous.

Inexplicably smelling a scent, it was the fragrance and sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and then the overwhelming light forced him to open his eyes, and he heard the cries of vendors in the bustling city, and the bustling scene was fascinating.

A memory with no impression, he was at a loss when he first arrived.

Yu Fuchen stretched out his hand, looked at his ghostly incorporeal body, and recalled Xuannan's words.

He is a passerby, a bystander, powerless to what happened in the past.

"Master, where are you..."

He murmured, looking for the figure of that person in the crowd.

He didn't know what Feng Changhuan looked like at this time, he just relied on intuition.

He was about to take a step, but his legs stood in place as if they had taken root, and when he looked down, there was a young child who was about to die of starvation lying at his feet, stopping his steps.

The toddler was only two or three years old. His body was dirty and his clothes were scant. You could see his ribs protruding outwards, and every breath was labored and weak.

Surprisingly, when he opened and closed his eyes in subtle movements, there was a frightening blood in his eyes.

This little boy...was born with a pair of blood pupils? !

Yu Fuchen couldn't confirm it for a while, thinking of the little beggar who sold them in Yangzhou City, he couldn't develop a good impression of the little boy, he took a step back and looked at each other indifferently, seeing the little boy prostrate on the ground, dying, his heart softened and he wanted to help him , suddenly saw a pair of jade-colored hands reaching out in front of him.

"The wine and meat of the rich family stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road. Is this the peaceful and prosperous world ruled by the Nine Heavens?"

The white-clothed boy complained, but he didn't dislike the dirty smell. He held the little boy in his arms, and checked the little boy back and forth to see if he had any serious diseases. Fortunately, he was just too hungry and had no energy left. Eat delicious and drink spicy."

Yu Fuchen watched from the side, and smiled helplessly, it really was him.

It's not serious, and it's not out of tune, only a kind heart remains unchanged.

Accustomed to people's malice, the toddler was wary of the boy in white approaching him, and he grinned fiercely to frighten people as long as he had the last breath.

The boy was a little at a loss, when he was in a daze, a stone took advantage of the gap to hit the boy's body, drawing a bloodstain.

"Don't mind your own business! Kill him!!"

"That's right! Parents were killed at birth, and we have no harvest! He is a demon boy! Monster! Damn it!!"

The boy didn't change his mind because of the other people's scolding, but hugged the boy even tighter, blocked the stones with his thin arms, and argued with others.

But the young boy was full of hostility and didn't believe him, so he bit his wrist fiercely, saw him shrinking in pain, rolled and crawled away from the crowd.

The boy chased a few steps according to the bleeding wound, but was blocked by someone, unable to move an inch.

The kind aunt persuaded him: "My child, you don't look like us here. I heard a good word from my aunt. That child killed his parents. He didn't eat or drink for half a month and didn't starve to death. He is definitely a monster. Don't worry about it." Don't be tempted..."

The voice fades out, and the screen flashes back.

While the world was spinning, Yu Fuchen staggered a few steps and stood still. When he raised his eyes again, the surrounding scene changed.

The dilapidated dilapidated house, with cracks on the walls, may collapse at any time.

The white banner in the hall was broken, showing a sense of desolation and desolation. Yu Fuchen stepped forward, opened a corner and peeped in, and found a small figure curled up in the corner.

The little boy was holding two brand-new spirit tablets, tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his chin was still stained with blackened blood.

He looked down at himself when he was a child, and the scene of deja vu flashed by, his forehead hurt like a burst.

The cold wind blew past, and the little boy shivered, and only a smear of frost and white was seen in the haze, as if the gods had come to rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.

Seeing that it was the boy in the daytime, the young boy looked disappointed, he hummed and turned his face away, and stopped paying attention to others.

"Don't be so indifferent. I didn't make a good thing. Give me some face and let me be a good person. Look at this. The fresh meat buns I just bought in Dongshi are still warm. Do you want to eat them?"

Smelling the alluring aroma, the little boy was moved by it, but unfortunately it was fleeting, and he closed his eyes again with a few hums.

Surprisingly, Yu Fuchen was able to guess some meaning from his inhumane expression, probably because this young boy felt that life was boring, and it was better to die.

"Come on, let's eat something, here, don't you eat after it's brought to your mouth?"

"Hmph!" Don't meddle in your own business!

"Hey, you brat, I'm really in charge of today's business... It's settled."

Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the wrist by the young boy who was showing a fierce look again. It happened to be the place where he was bitten not long ago.

The toddler was biting fiercely, and the teenager also felt pain.

But he didn't resist, and he didn't even flinch. He stroked the boy's head with his other hand, and felt the blood flow in his body accelerate, and the boy was thirsty to drink his blood.

"Slow down, don't choke. I heard an old monk say that there is actually no difference between human blood and breast milk, but the latter is milder and less smelly. So, if you drink my blood, call me Isn't dad too much?"

Moved by his kindness, the young boy gradually let go of his vigilance until he felt sick, and coughed a few times with bloody froth.

The young man took the spirit tablet he was holding, and the name engraved on it was unrecognizable.

"I heard that you were born to kill your mother, and within a few days of your birthday, your father also suffered a serious illness. The villagers say that you are a devil boy, and disasters have continued since you came into the world. I don't believe it, but you and Ordinary people are different, and it is a miracle to be able to live alone at such a young age. I see that you are born with good bones, would you like to travel with me? Call me Master, and I will show you all the magnificent mountains and rivers in the world, okay?"

The young boy ignored him, hiccupped, and leaned to the side, drowsy, but Yu Fuchen was greatly surprised.

The memory of this period is very vague, so that the face of the boy in white is always covered, making it difficult to see the real face.

With a guess in his heart, he was eager to confirm, and he almost pressed his face to that person when he approached.

In reality, he definitely wouldn't dare to do anything too extreme, but even if he hugs that person at this moment, it's... possible.

"Master, Master..."

He kept calling, but the young man didn't feel it, he put his face on his face and sighed.

"Okay, don't think about it if you don't want it, the future will be long."

The cold wind passed by again, brushing the broken hair on his forehead.

What was concealed was a delicate and handsome face, which was three points more youthful than the real elegance.

Back then, Feng Zhinan had a pair of dark and deep eyes, full of smiles, like a spring breeze.

"Little guy, stay with me from now on, okay? I'll teach you how to speak, how to practice martial arts, how to cultivate immortals, and how to live forever.

You will escape from reincarnation forever, safe and happy forever, okay?Tell me, okay~"

Ping An Changle...

For a promise, you know that you will embark on a dead end with no return...

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