Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

The light blue long hair glows with gradual light and shadow in the dim light, and the shadow cast down through the leaf gap adds a bit of mystery to the person under the tree.

This is a sweeping monk, which is not uncommon in this huge monastery. People passing by never stop their attention on such a seemingly inconspicuous existence. It is difficult to dispel the busyness in their hearts.

It's just a long broom and a sea green cassock. It looks simple and plain. Only the fellow traveler knows that he should not underestimate every practitioner.

Some people spend their entire lives preaching the Buddha's words, some people spend their lives passing countless people but cannot seek self-liberation, and some people integrate their life-long practice into words and deeds into daily life, but the way is different, and what they seek is the same thing in the end.

Life is so long and so short, blooming like fireworks, and withering like fallen leaves, everything in the world is like this, and so is human beings.

He is a practitioner, and also a person who crosses the catastrophe.

Doom is inevitable, but it can be gradually worn away in the carving of life and time, just like the water chestnut of a gem is polished, revealing the most beautiful and round appearance.

With a light sweep on the ground, the fallen leaves return to their roots, but they are lifted up by the broom and grouped together.

The temple is a small circled corner, which excludes all the disturbances in the world. The trivial matters of life appear extremely monotonous here. The daily chanting is just the mood of life, sweeping the floor, carrying water, collecting firewood, and lighting the fire. , Cooking... These things are fragmented and simple, but together they constitute his daily life. Without too many embellishments, it is enough to live a full and simple life.

He has never lived like this before. When he was young, he was led by a master. He was young and ignorant. Since then, he has never really tried to live on his own. When he grew up, he entered the battlefield again, with blood staining his body, and finally returned to the hall of worship. .

Being so old and old, it can be regarded as barely watching a lifetime, but I really want to come and see myself like this, and try to polish myself.

He is a temporary member of the uncharacterized generation, with the dharma name Wuchen. He is obviously just an intervening member, but he seems to have lived here for a long time, no matter where he is, he is familiar with it like an old generation.

The eminent monk accidentally froze for a second when he saw him for the first time. Even though he recovered quickly, the short-lived mistake was enough for everyone to remember that this new junior/senior brother/uncle Unusual.

However, the Buddhist temple is so simple, no matter what status or glory he has behind him, here, with all the shackles and dust off his body, he is just a simple monk, regardless of status, just a practitioner.

No one knows why he came here. They only know that not long after he joined, everyone has gotten used to the addition of new members to this Buddhist temple. They greet each other skillfully every day and do things together silently. Little by little familiarity has penetrated into life. bit by bit.

He was still cleaning the fallen leaves under the tree. The withered and yellow leaves swayed a few times on the branches, as if struggling for something, and finally obeyed the call of the wind, fell off the fulcrum that he had been living all along, and fluttered in the air. For a long time, dancing the last dance of life, turning into a member of the floating dust on the ground.

The broom swept across the ground, and the fallen leaves were piled aside, but new leaves fell from time to time. The tiredness of autumn was very vivid at this moment, unable to resist the disturbance of the breeze, but it was only a slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

He still remembers that sweeping the floor is just a daily life, and the fallen leaves are piled up and dumped into the forest behind the temple. The fallen leaves return to their roots and will eventually become part of the soil to nourish new vitality.

"Wuchen, are you also sweeping the floor today?" The passing monk stopped his slow pace, folded his hands and bent slightly, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Master." He stopped his movements, folded his hands and bowed in return, and replied lightly.

I saw him gently raising his hand, brushing a strand of long hair that had slipped mischievously in front of his face behind his ear, the cassock on his body was light gray, it was the dust from sweeping the floor, but it was just a little bit of dust, still It is impossible to damage his indifferent and cold image.

"It's been a long time since you came in. Jiang Xuezhai is short of manpower recently, so you can go over and help." The monk twirled the rosary in his hand, sighed softly the change of the person in front of him, and finally poured it out This sentence.

His eyes lightly sized up the person in front of him, without deliberate observation, but a simple assessment.

Yao Ji remembered that when the young man in front of him arrived, the people in the temple were still very curious. After all, a blue-haired man suddenly appeared among a group of black and brown hair was indeed a bit conspicuous, but these things will not happen later. Gradually diminished.

The person in front of me, when he first arrived, his whole body was still full of fierce aura, and the indelible murderous and bloody aura lingered on his body, which was hard to dispel. With such an aura, even if he was wearing cassock and dark blue sea green, he couldn't suppress this aura.

Today's monk is dressed up, but the original darkness and blood can no longer be seen. After being washed, what is left is only the pure soul and body. From the looks of the warriors, it is absolutely hard to believe that this monk, who looks a little aloof and indifferent, is actually a swordsman.

The knife holder, swinging the knife according to his will, facing the enemy in the face of the end of death, probably integrates all the skills into his own habits and conditioned reflexes, turning them into subconscious behaviors, actions without thinking.

The monk does not know whether his nephew has achieved this, but the world today is constantly changing. Even if he has not reached this level, the master who brought him here to practice is ready and is about to fight If you want him to go to Jiang Xuezhai, you have to act, right?

Sighing softly, the monk bowed slightly to salute. This time we parted, and we don’t know when we will meet again, but whether we see each other or not, it is not enough to care too much. We are both passers-by in life, so stay for a while , will eventually usher in parting.

Wu Chen swept the ground for a while, moved a bag of fallen leaves to the woods in the backyard, dumped it down, and left with an empty bag.

Although the person he was meeting with was an acquaintance, he didn't dare to be too casual, after all, he was still the actual master of his master in name, only to see that he went back to his room and changed into a set of cleaner clothes before taking care of the manager. out the door.

The long light blue hair shone slightly under the sunlight. In the somewhat desolate wilderness, the huge monastery was as quiet as ever. There was an endless stream of people coming and going, but no one dared to step into the forbidden land behind.

Walking through the crowds who came to worship Buddha for blessings, and then gradually separated from the crowds, step by step step by step into the quiet place where the hustle and bustle has been washed away. It seems that there are two different worlds inside and outside the courtyard.

Quietly, the slight sound of wooden clogs stepping on the bluestone board is very eye-catching, and you can still see some verdant green mixed with delicate red in the corners and corners, which is quite lively.

Water droplets dripped down the eaves along the tiles, and then hit the water, making a crisp sound.

The mahogany door opened with a creak, and with its slow opening speed, Wu Chen also quietly withdrew his hand that was raised to knock on the door.

"Oh, you're here?" The man wearing the jade crown glanced at the person outside the door, saw that it was Wuchen, and opened the door for him without the slightest hesitation, holding a cassock in one hand, he It seemed that the clothes were still drying, so he shook the cassock and sprinkled the water droplets on the ground before putting it on the shelf beside him.

A stream of light flashed across his dark blue eyes, he smiled lightly, then turned around and pulled up the little one who was holding onto the corner of his clothes tightly behind him, and said softly: "Hey, apprentice brother, can you go to the master? Tell him, The traveling partner has already arrived."

The little guy who was only as high as a man's knee raised his head, with blue hair that was only over his shoulders. His small smart eyes glanced at the quiet and silent monk in front of him. He was silent for a moment, and lowered his head as if thinking. wearing something.

The man smiled apologetically at Wu Chen, "Sorry, my apprentice is a bit clingy."

Wuchen shook his head slowly, glanced at the little guy who quietly let go of his hand, and said in a low voice: "He is very good."

"Yeah, my younger brother has always been very well-behaved, just a little clingy and shy." The man seemed to sigh helplessly, but his tone was full of pride and pride. It was obvious that he liked this guy who was always clinging to himself very much. His apprentice, "I hope to go out and fight, so that he can change his clingy personality and stop being so squeamish."

He lowered his head slightly, and gently pushed the little one's back with the palm of his hand, telling him to leave in the direction of the room, "Okay, master will go to the room to find you after drying all the clothes, apprentice brother, go find the master okay?"

Holding his head up, Xiao Budian blinked his eyes, took another look at Wuchen, and then slowly moved his little feet, walked towards the room, took two steps, turned his head again, and replied obediently to the man: "Okay, Master."

After all, he really lifted his little feet and ran back into the room, not forgetting to close the door.

After watching him go in, the man breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways, and said regretfully: "I'm sorry, I only cared about my apprentice brother just now, and forgot to let you in, come in quickly, it's not good to stand outside all the time. "

After Wu Chen entered, he closed the door gently, and said with a smile, "Don't be restrained, I am one of Jiang Xuezhai's Sword Fusangshen, and my apprentice brother is also Fusangshen, but he was born not long ago and has not fully grown up yet. After growing up, please give me more advice.”

Wuchen hurriedly bent down to salute, and clasped his hands, his eyes were full of indifference, "I don't dare, so I ask master to teach me more."

The man tilted his head slightly, and raised his hand to take off his jade crown. A head of smooth dark blue hair poured down and scattered behind him. When he shook his head slightly, there seemed to be a few strands of red hair mixed in the dark blue, which was an extremely coquettish color. Can't help but notice, he chuckled, and when he turned around, he suddenly raised his hand and gave Wuchen a pat on the head by surprise:

"Why do you have to be so polite? I am Jiang Xuezhengzong, one of Jiang Xuezhai's sabers. Why are you so uncute when you grow up?"

Wuchen raised his head abruptly, but saw Jiang Xuezheng laughing and leaving. He couldn't tell whether he really knew his true identity who had concealed his identity and practiced.

Lowering his head slightly, he looked at the rosary beads in his hand, but he couldn't completely calm down. It wasn't because he was shocked by the other party's words. He knew Jiang Xuezhengzong always knew many things, although he didn't I don't know the reason behind all this, but since he said so, it must be...exposed, right?

However, when practicing, the master specifically said not to reveal his identity so as not to affect the development of the world, what should he do now?This past master should not hinder my practice, right?