Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Before he could speak, he suddenly heard a burst of chaotic but light footsteps approaching, interrupting Yu Fuchen's concern.

I thought it was some Buddhist cultivator who came here to relax because he was bored and melancholy, but he didn't expect that the stag that came through the cascading pine forest was a snow-white stag without a trace of hair.

There is a bright red line between his eyebrows, a pair of long horns are majestic, and his steps are light. Every time he takes a step, he has to stand still for a while to observe the surrounding movements, and he is very vigilant.

When he saw Feng Changhuan, the white deer's clear light blue eyes lit up, he let out a cry, stepped forward quickly, and jumped around him several times excitedly.

After calming down, he lowered his head obediently, stretched out his pink tongue and gently licked the man's face.

Clearly much taller than Feng Changhuan, this huge monster lowered its eyelashes, leaned its head against the man's neck, and kept arching forward, as if it was acting coquettishly.

There was surprise in Feng Changhuan's eyes, hugging the white deer's long neck, feeling the joy of regaining what was lost.

But laughing and laughing, he cried.

Yu Fuchen heard a sob, and then two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, matching his pale complexion, it was shocking.

This...was actually the first time he cried in front of people after being rescued.

Yu Fuchen wanted to go forward to comfort him, but he stood where he was, his body was too stiff to move forward.

A moment ago, he accused Feng Changhuan of being extremely cold-blooded, but now it seems that he was wrong...

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's not that it doesn't suffer, it's just that in Feng Changhuan's position, he can't open his heart to others and confide his tenderness.

Both have lived in the Buddhist sect for ten years, and they are also friends with Master Xuyun, so why is their own suffering not his pain?

Do unto others, do not impose on others.Yu Fuchen thought he had imposed double the pain on Feng Changhuan, how sad would he be if he heard his ignorant blame?

Extremely cold-blooded... No, he didn't.

Yu Fuchen didn't dare to think deeply, the hand outstretched towards the man's back stopped in the air, he didn't dare to take a step closer, and he didn't want to take a step back.

In the end, he still stroked the thin shoulder of the man, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I blamed you."

Feng Changhuan shuddered and didn't respond. On the contrary, Xianlu squinted his eyes and looked at the stranger with hostility. At the same time, he stepped forward to protect Feng Changhuan tightly.

"Qiming Immortal Deer, that is his former mount." Ming Sinian took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, explaining: "Before leaving, Patriarch told me to hand over the piccolo to him in the Buddha School, but I did not expect that the Immortal Deer actually Still alive."

"I heard from the old monk that he grew up in the Buddhist sect, so it's not surprising to think so."

"Don't speculate on others. You should have noticed that his consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic. When Master Xuyun passed away, he will be in pain, sad, and sad, but he also has times when he doesn't know, and doesn't understand what's going on in his heart. Where does that emotion come from, it’s just discomfort.”

Ming Si Nian glanced at Yu Fuchen quietly: "I'm not wrong, a person with three souls and seven souls torn apart is not considered a living person at all."

Hearing his words, Yu Fuchen's heart trembled, and then he felt the pain as if he was being grabbed tightly and pulled away from his body, causing beads of sweat to appear on his forehead, his eyes darkened, his feet were unstable, and he had to help him. Ming Sinian, who lived next to him, was panting heavily.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, just a little dizzy."

Again, the familiar vertigo.

Whenever he talked about something unfavorable to Feng Changhuan, Yu Fuchen would feel a pain in his heart that would tear him apart, almost taking away his sanity.

Why?Could it be that Feng Changhuan is not the Buddhist sect that is really related to his past? ?

The latter noticed the strangeness between the two of them, wiped away the tears on his face after his emotions stabilized, and looked back at them eagerly, his face was covered with blood and was made into a paste, which looked even more frightening...

"Hey, can you still walk? Take him to wash his face..."

"Wait a minute, I have a little kidney deficiency, and I don't want to move much."

Xianlu stepped forward with the wind Changhuan, he blinked his eyes, nodded Ming Sinian's chest, and looked at Xianlu again.

The spirit figured it out immediately, and sent the long horn forward, losing weight for a moment, as if it was approaching the throat with a murder weapon, so Ming Sinian had to take a few steps back, and his back was stuck to the stone wall.

Seeing this, Feng Changhuan took Yu Fuchen's hand, and wrote and stroked in his palm.

"He said he wants you to take the antler blood of the fairy deer to heal your wounds."

His hands were very cold, bitingly cold, being touched by him, Yu Fuchen felt goose bumps all over his body, and at the same time, he felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Wouldn't it be more appropriate to say this to Ming Si Nian?Why do you have to get entangled with him, what is it like!

With internal injuries torn, Ming Si Nian had no time to guess the inner activities of the two of them. He rubbed his chest, sealed a few vital points for himself to relieve the pain, and let out a long breath, his voice a little weak.

"No, I don't dare to borrow the aura of the fairy deer. People in Taoyuan will not harm others in order to fulfill themselves, and animals are the same."

"...Then you Taoyuan people will think about this isatis root before picking herbs, and if you practice it for hundreds of years, you will be able to become a fairy?"

Ming Si Nian: "..."

In the end, Ming Sinian didn't act unconscionably to take the blood of immortal deer antler to heal his injury, but he deliberately explained the cause of the injury in detail: "Taoxijian and Jiuyin Island have always been at odds, and the sects have different purposes. People, one kills, walks in the rivers and lakes, disciples will fight each other when they see each other."

"So, you were injured by Jiuyin disciples?"

"No, it's Lingxue Palace." Mentioning these three words, Ming Si Nian gritted his teeth. "It's just a stinky Taoist priest who violated the rules and regulations. He dared to fight against Taoyuan. He simply wanted to kill people!!"

Clear rules?

Yu Fuchen racked his brains to recall the school rules of Lingxue Palace. For the school where Taoist cultivators gather, it is nothing more than "unintentionally forgetting words, being weak and pure. Honest and sincere, less thinking and less desire." These sixteen characters, if you say There is a violation, is it...

Indulgence? !

He quickly made up a love-hate love-hate story. On his way out of the mountain to practice, the Taoyuan disciple happened to meet the Lingxue Palace disciple who was hanging out with the Jiuyin disciple.

The old and new grudges were added together, and the other party became murderous, and Ming Si Nian fled in despair, trying to save his life, but it was also despised by others.

No wonder he wanted to go back to the Buddhist sect with him, the head's life was only secondary, he had to save his life first!

There is a trace of contempt, but it is also human nature, so Yu Fuchen didn't say much, and helped Ming Sinian to walk towards Lixue Pavilion.

"The Buddhist sect also has monks who are good at healing. Taoxijian finds it difficult. Maybe he will have a way."

The latter was not happy when he heard this. He was simply questioning the strength of the six characters "the world's number one medical school", and he knew that he had good intentions, so he could only choke his discomfort in his throat. .

The well-known healing Buddha of the Buddhist sect practiced the Dharma name Xugui, never went to rest in the meditation room, and never went to the temple to chant scriptures and worship the Buddha. He often speaks outrageous words, causing Master Xuyun to be helpless towards him, and Xu Wu is also extremely dissatisfied.

Yu Fuchen had a good relationship with him since he was a child, because he also hated nothingness. As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, which probably means this, so Xugui has always been responsive to his requests, and this time is no exception.

Lixue Pavilion stands proudly on the summit of Wuxiang, which is the highest place of Buddhism. In the past, when Master Xuyun taught scriptures, he would often bring his disciples here to look at all kinds of living beings.

I don't know when, this place has been taken over by Xu Gui, and roughly calculated, he hasn't been down the mountain to get along with people for three to five years, so his monk's robes and cassocks are dirty and messy, with holes in several places, and he doesn't bother to repair.

Hearing footsteps from far away, he knew it was Yu Fuchen who was coming, standing on the top of the hill and jumping excitedly, with his hands around his mouth, Kongu sound transmission was majestic.

"Little friend, you are back—"

This person called Yu Fuchen the same as Master Xuyun, not as distant as other Buddhist practitioners.

But Ming Si Nian was still beating in his heart. He was arrogant by nature, and stubbornly believed that Taoyuan was the best in medical skills, and the treatments of other schools were just trivial.

Especially after seeing Xu Gui's disheveled and unkempt morality, he felt more inclined to retreat, slapped Yu Fuchen's hand away and wanted to go back home.

However, the mountain path was too narrow, he turned around and suddenly faced the pale deer's head, and knew that he was caught in the middle of riding a tiger and couldn't get off.

Seeing that he was unwilling, Yu Fuchen didn't force it, went forward and saluted Xu Gui, and sighed helplessly seeing him in tatters.

"If I don't come, you plan to build a nest here?"

"Don't make it so ugly, it's called Anshen, Anshen."

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xu Gui is unkempt and dirty, his face is covered with a thick layer of dust, and even his original appearance can't be seen, but his bald head is shiny with oil, reflecting the sun, it is very dazzling.

Ming Si Nian raised his hand to block his eyes, afraid of being dazzled by the bald donkey, he turned sideways to make room for the white deer to pass by, planning to rush to the foot of the mountain when he got the chance, and never get on that ugly thing again when! !

However, the deer has a spiritual nature, and its temperament is even more arrogant than him. It squinted at the path that could barely pass, raised its head and let out a disgusted snort from its nasal cavity, planed its hooves on the ground, and stuck out its tongue at him. .

Feng Changhuan sat sideways on Xianlu's back, dangling his legs, and grinned at him.

Out of politeness, Ming Si Nian also wanted to return a smile, but the next moment the man took out the piccolo and put it to his mouth, rolled his eyes and recalled the tune, and then there was a piercing scale that shook the world and wept ghosts and gods.

The Taoyuan disciple fell to the ground in response, struggling before his eyes and begging:

"Don't...don't brag, I don't want to... cut off my children and grandchildren."