Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and Yun Shuhua finally finished transcribing the Miaofa Lotus Sutra.

In the middle of the twelfth lunar month, there was a heavy snowfall on Qingwu Mountain, and the bamboo forest of Xingzhu was covered with a thin layer of ice, and the sunset here was earlier than usual.

At three o'clock, Yun Shuhua fell asleep on the small table in the dormitory and fell asleep for a while. After waking up, he left Xingzhu holding a stack of heavy scriptures and headed for the Yuxu Hall.

He guessed that the master should be practicing sword and taking a seat on the dangerous peak of the back mountain at this time, and if he came forward to disturb him, he might not get any good, so he decided to go to the Tianyin Stone to hand in the scriptures and settle the matter.

Pushing open the gate of the Yuxu Hall, a gust of warm wind instantly blew away the cold air around Yun Shuhua's body. He sneaked into the room and closed the gate. ears.

There was no one in front of the hall, only Yun Shuhua's shallow breathing could be heard.

He stretched comfortably, then looked into the room with his head: "Fenghe, Jinghe, are you there?"

no respond.

Yun Shuhua frowned, a moment of hesitation flashed in his heart.

Since there is such an important thing as the Tianyin Stone in the inner hall of Yuxu, it should be regarded as a forbidden area. If he avoids Fenghe and Jinghe and sneaks in directly, will he violate the regulations of Qingwu Mountain?

Thinking of the pain of being punished for copying these days, Yun Shuhua couldn't help but take back the steps he took.

"Fenghe?"

Yun Shuhua stopped and walked around, calling Feng He's name from time to time, but no one responded from the huge Yuxu Hall.

Just put things down, and don't touch other things casually, so it should be fine.

Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua stepped towards the direction of the inner hall.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to approach the door, several layers of ice-blue barriers flickered and lit up, and a huge wave of wire made his knees go limp, and he suddenly knelt on the ground.

Yun Shuhua thought of the barrier that the two brothers had set up here that day, and secretly thought something was wrong, so he resisted the pain rolling in his head and used two fingers to try to undo the spell of the barrier.

Although the enchantment did not cause physical damage to people, it tormented people's nerves extremely. Yun Shuhua heard thousands of troops roaring past his ears, and he broke out in a cold sweat under the tense spirit.He immediately put the scriptures in his hand on the ground and forced himself to recite the heart-purifying mantra taught by Master a few days ago.

"Ice and cold through the ages, everything is quiet, look at me alone, mind and soul are one..."

The sound of the sword tip cutting through the air sounded, and a cold edge touched Yun Shuhua's jaw, interrupting the formula he was chanting.

Yun Shuhua lowered his eyes and choked for breath.

"...Shuhua?"

The door outside the hall was open, Jing He frowned and strode towards Yun Shuhua, and took his sword back.

"Why don't you go to Master Xianzun to practice swords when you have nothing to do, why come to Yuxu Palace to join in the fun?"

After the words were finished, he stretched out his hand and tapped Yun Shuhua's brows lightly, and a cool Dharma light flowed into his consciousness, sweeping away the suffocation in his mind.

Seeing that Yun Shuhua finally breathed a sigh of relief, he helped him stand up again.

"Master didn't come here in the past, how could I rush to Yuxu Hall?" Yun Shuhua rubbed his forehead, slapped the Lotus Sutra that he had copied on him, and said indiscriminately, "This is Master. The scriptures I wrote were punished a few days ago, and today they are to be enshrined on the incense table of the Tianyin Stone."

Jinghe glanced at him suspiciously, and asked in a low voice: "Incense case? Master Xianzun wants you to enshrine the copied things in front of the Tianyin Stone, are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true," Yun Shuhua narrowed his eyes, repeated Jing Fan's words that day, and then argued, "My writing is not bad, and the handwriting is pretty, so why can't I offer the Tianyin Stone? , you look down on me."

Folk religious believers often do this. On weekdays, they offer Buddhist and Taoist scriptures copied quietly in front of the consecrated Dharma statues, praying for blessings from heaven and protecting their homes. This custom has a long history, and the older members of the family Grandma is still keen on these things.

The corner of Jinghe's mouth twitched, with an expression of disbelief.

But seeing that Yun Shuhua came aggressively and insisted on his face, it should not be lying to the immortal to deceive him, so he nodded and said: "Then you come with me."

He raised his hand to remove the barrier, led Yun Shuhua around the corridor and walked into the inner hall, stopped at the door and leaned against the wall and said: "This is the Tianyin Stone, you can find a place to put down the copied things Bar."

casual?looking for a place?lay down?

Yun Shuhua stepped in from behind him, looked at the huge and empty hall in front of him, and a very simple huge stone in the hall, with a dazed expression.

"..."

"Where's the incense table?" He quickly stepped forward and circled around the stone, then pointed to the boulder beside him, "This, is Tianyin?"

"Naturally it's Tianyin." Jinghe rolled his eyes.

Doesn't it mean that anyone who sees such a holy object must first wash his hands and burn incense, and then bow down devoutly?Why is there no incense burner, no clean water, and no table for placing tribute.

There is only one sandalwood table and two sandalwood chairs that are next to the wall covered with murals and are used for rest and drinking tea.

"It's not quite right," Yun Shuhua said in astonishment, "How did you provide it in the past?"

"Since I went up the mountain, no one has greeted Tianyin Stone before." Jinghe paused, "You are the first."

After hearing these words, Yun Shuhua recalled the meaningful expression on the crane just now, and then regained his senses.

Jing Fan's punishment was obviously a bit of a joke.

Obviously he didn't believe in the so-called communication of God's will at all, so why did he have to work so hard to copy the scriptures?

"Why, do you still want to offer this Lotus Sutra to the Tianyin Stone?" Jinghe asked with raised eyebrows.

"I copied it all, why not submit it," Yun Shuhua placed the carefully written manuscript on the table, and then went to the Tianyin Stone to worship.

Jinghe looked at his serious look, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Shuhua, do you really believe that the gods of the third heaven will hear your prayers and bless you?"

"It's not a matter of belief or disbelief," Yun Shuhua closed his eyes and said, "I just respect my own efforts on this matter. I can't complete the punishment given to me by Master without beginning and ending."

Jinghe was stunned for a moment, a little speechless, but he didn't open his mouth after all, he folded his arms and watched Yun Shuhua complete the whole process, during which he never left the inner hall.

Yun Shuhua knew that Jinghe was guarding against him, and felt like a thorn in his heart. No matter how he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable, until he walked out of the Jade Market Hall with a sickly expression, looking extremely unhappy.

Fenghe was circling in the courtyard early in the morning, and immediately came up to meet Yun Shuhua: "Shuhua, Master Xianzun called you, but you were not here, what did you do just now..."

Before he finished speaking, he bumped into Yun Shuhua's disappointed eyes, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

"You, what's wrong with you," Feng He held Yun Shuhua's arm, "Why are you lost?"

"It's okay," Yun Shuhua blinked, "Where is Master now?"

"It's in the bamboo forest on the back mountain of Xingzhu, you go quickly," Feng He patted him on the shoulder, "If you have any troubles, it's not too late to tell me after seeing Lord Xianzun."

Yun Shuhua nodded and left without saying a word.

The backyard of Xingzhu is not cold, the bamboo forest standing in the white snow is a bit cold and desolate, the breeze blows, rustling, and the fragrance of green bamboo is carried by the wind.

Yun Shuhua walked around and couldn't see the master, so he walked deeper.

The fog here is very heavy, and the sound of water gradually becomes faint.

He followed the sound of the water and gradually came to an open land.There is a hot spring here, which is a good place to bathe at any time. Walking along the bank of the spring, a figure looms in the mist.

Jing Fan, with loose ink hair, leaned lazily on the shore, most of his body was soaked in the spring water. From Yun Shuhua's perspective, he could only see his straight shoulders with smooth lines and well-defined texture, and his solid upper arms.

The mist was hazy, and it was unknown whether it was due to the steaming heat or some other reason, but Yun Shuhua's face suddenly turned crimson.

He walked back quietly, intending to cool himself down, but saw that Jing Fan opened his eyes indistinctly.

"The apprentice is here."

For some reason, Jing Fan's tone was low and hoarse, and in such a wonderful and quiet atmosphere, there was a hint of danger.

After being called out like this, Yun Shuhua's legs seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move no matter what.

He pressed his fist to his lips and coughed twice: "Master, this disciple came at an inappropriate time."

Jing Fan stood up in a cloak, half-dry long hair scattered wantonly in front of his open chest, water droplets slid along his handsome browbones all the way to the tangle, and disappeared into the depths of his collar.

The flimsy white shirt fluttered with the wind, and the person in front of him was like an exiled immortal hidden in the mist of the sky.

"...Master," Yun Shuhua watched him stepping ashore step by step, and asked cautiously, "What is the important thing for Master to call the disciple here?"

Jing Fan gathered the long gown on his chest: "Tomorrow, you go down the mountain to Luoqi in the Central Region to find Shen Xianzong."

Yun Shuhua opened his eyes wide, and instantly regained consciousness: "What's the matter with Zhongyu?"

"The Lord of the Southern Territory died suddenly, and the Yuxiao Palace took advantage of the emptiness to enter. The floating bone beads needed to repair the Shurangama Curse enchantment could not be delivered to Shen Xianzong in time. This time, Shen Xianzong ordered to call disciples from all regions to go Escort the floating bone beads."

When Jing Fan said this, he paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Yun Shuhua and said, "I recommended your name for the teacher."

Yun Shuhua's pupils shrank.

Jing Fan walked up to him, lowered his eyes and said, "Why, you don't want to?"

Yun Shuhua was silent for a moment, and said, "The disciple takes orders."

The sound of gurgling water was endless, and Jing Fan's slender fingers pinched his chin, using his force to feed a bead into Yun Shuhua's mouth.

"Ahem——"

Yun Shuhua coughed violently, and then panted and asked, "Master, what did you feed the disciple just now, why, cough, cough, so uncomfortable..."

Jing Fan's eyes were cool, and he stretched out his hand to lightly penetrate mana in front of his chest to help him smooth his breath.

He glanced at Yun Shuhua, who was blushing, and said in a low voice: "The demon cultivator of the Southern Region is ready to move, and Xiaohua will inevitably encounter danger if he goes there. The things I fed you just now for the teacher can just help you."

After finishing speaking, Jing Fan stopped looking at him, and his figure gradually disappeared into the bamboo forest.