Great General [Rebirth]

Tonight is the first day of the Water and Land Dojo. After Feng Buran left the Guoxiang Mansion and returned to the White Mansion, he couldn't calm down for a long time.After sitting in the house for a while, he took a set of clothes from the cabinet and went to the backyard to take a shower.

In the middle of the night, Rongyue felt a little hungry, got up to look for something to eat, saw the light in the main room was on, and walked over lightly.

In the main room, a man was burning incense, standing with his back to his back, his black hair was draped around his waist, and was still dripping wet.It looked like he had just finished taking a shower.

Feng Buran turned around after putting on the incense, and saw the person under the pillar outside the door, he picked up the purple robe on the chair beside him and went out.

"Teacher, are you going to Tianyi Temple?" Rong Yue asked softly.

"Yeah." Feng Buran's eyes were tired, but his eyes were sparkling, "You go to bed early, I will leave the shadow guard to protect you."

Rong Yue shook her head hastily, "Don't worry about me, teacher, you can go."

Feng Buran put on the purple robe and led the horse in the yard out the door.

There was a sound of horseshoes rattling outside the door, and while walking into the house, Rong Yue imagined in her mind a picture of a man in a purple robe and white shirt riding a white horse galloping under the night, wearing stars and wearing a moon, and the summer night was quiet and gentle.

The bells of the ancient road in Tianyi Temple, the Sanskrit sounds of chanting Buddhist scriptures, accompanied by thousands of steps soaring into the sky.When Feng Buran arrived at the foot of Tianyi Temple Mountain, the forbidden army came up to question him, Feng Buran handed him a sign, the forbidden army saluted him, and led the horse to the side.

Feng Buran walked up the stairs all the way, and finally came to the front of the mountain gate.The sound of Sanskrit singing in the temple can be clearly heard here, which seems to be the third recitation today.

After saluting the monk guarding the mountain gate, the other party did not make things difficult for him, "Almsgiver, please follow me."

Feng Buran followed the monk, entered the mountain gate all the way, bypassed the huge chanting plaza below, and came to a Buddhist hall.

"Benefactor, please wait here." The monk said and left.

Feng Buran waited for about half an hour, during which he even sat on the futon and tried to follow the sound of reciting outside to enter the meditation state.He practiced Taoism on Wanjuan Mountain in his early years, and there are some similarities in this.

After half an hour, the singing outside stopped.After a while, Feng Buran felt someone walking in.He slowly opened his eyes.

The monk in the golden cassock stood in front of the door, with a dignified appearance, his ice-blue eyes were smiling at first glance, but when he looked carefully, he felt indifferent and indifferent, and he was looking at him intently at the moment.

Feng Buran stood up from the futon and bowed to the man: "Disciple Feng Buran pays homage to the Venerable."

Then he straightened up and looked straight into the ice blue eyes of the other party.

After a while, Venerable Qingyin turned around and walked outside, Feng Buran followed naturally.

He followed Qingyin through the moss-covered stone steps, the old corridor, winding up the mountain, and finally came to the outside of a Buddhist hall.

Under the dim light, Feng Buran could clearly see the words 'Lianzitang' written on the plaque.He didn't stop and walked in.There is a pond in the yard, which is full of lotus lanterns.

There are many white cloths hanging in the Buddhist hall. When you get closer, you can see that there are Sanskrit characters written on those white cloths.Feng Buran followed Qingyin to the innermost part of the Buddhist hall, and he noticed that there was a narrow space surrounded by Sanskrit white cloth, and he couldn't see the inside at all.

Qingyin slightly turned her body, her hands were in the shape of lotus flowers, and her slender index finger was on her lips, signaling for Feng Buran to keep silent.

Feng Buran nodded.

"Who is outside?" At this moment, the person inside the white tent asked aloud, probably feeling the breath.

Hearing this voice, Feng Buran's heart, which had been hanging, fell slightly.He exhaled almost tremblingly, his eyes were a little moist.

The people inside seemed to sense him, and their voice suddenly raised: "Is it teacher? Teacher, are you here?"

Just as Feng Buran was about to speak, he saw Qingyin's warning eyes.He frowned slightly, but could only remain silent.

There was a low sobbing sound from the white tent.

Feng Buran took a few deep breaths.That child has always been strong, and he has become like this, but the illness and the experience of being locked in a coffin and buried underground must have destroyed his psychology.

He looked at Qingyin with some urging, couldn't he make a sound?Just say something to comfort him.

After Qingyin made sure that he would not make a sound, she stopped caring about him. He stood very close in front of the white tent, and then bent slightly.

The people inside sensed him, and hurried over, casting a shadow on the white tent.

Feng Buran stared at the shadow closely.

The panicked inside asked: "Who is outside? Brother?"

"You guessed wrong." Qingyin's voice was actually smiling.

After a while of silence, cautiously: "...are you the great monk who imprisoned me here?"

Qingyin: "That's right, very good."

"Great monk, I don't want to stay here alone, please let me out."

"No. You're sick, and it's dangerous if you don't stay inside."

He asked anxiously: "Where are my father and my brother? Why aren't they here... Am I dead again?"

"No. You are living well, but now you are being treated, they can't just come and see you." Qingyin comforted.

"Is that so... But I heard many monks chanting scriptures outside. It's so strange... I'm not a monster."

"That's praying for you. If there are monks chanting scriptures, the kid won't see you."

"...Really. I haven't seen the kid all day today..."

"How's your body? Nails?" Qingyin asked, changing the subject.

There was silence inside for a while, before replying in a low voice: "...it's black."

"Where's the skin?"

"Crumpled, like bark..." The voice became deeper and deeper.

"Can I eat?"

"I ate a little tonight."

"En." Qingyin nodded, "Then are you standing now?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything in there to sleep in?"

"...only one futon."

"It's okay. How about going to bed?"

The person inside turned around, and the shadow on the white tent shortened, then stopped again, with a crying voice: "But there is no one here, if I die suddenly, no one will notice..."

Qingyin said softly: "Don't be afraid. I will stay here with you, and there are others."

"Others? Is it brother?"

"Yes, but he is alive, Nianbai is dead now, you can't talk. If he talks to you, the ghost messenger will find you through him."

"Then I won't talk anymore..." There was a low murmur inside, and then there was a rustling sound, as if she was lying down.

Feng Buran sighed.

After a while, the inside asked again: "Great monk, won't the little devil notice you talking to me?"

"No, I'm a very powerful monk." Qingyin said.

Suddenly, he got up in panic again: "Monk, there is a little ghost crying in my ear. Please save me quickly."

"Don't be afraid. They will leave after I recite the scriptures."

Qingyin didn't move, and put one hand on his chest in a lotus shape, and a low Sanskrit sound came from his lips, which was incomprehensible, but it was inexplicably reassuring.

The person inside lay down, hugged the futon, stared at the figure on the white tent with big black eyes, and begged: "Great monk, you must keep chanting..."

Feng Buran walked outside the door and stood leaning against the linden tree in the yard, looking at the lotus lamps in the pond with his black eyes, listening to the faint Sanskrit sound, he slowly closed his eyes.For the first time in my life, I felt that I was shallow and ignorant, and that the unparalleled talents of the national scholars were all laughable hypocrisy.It might as well be able to recite a piece of Brahma scripture to coax that person to sleep well at night.

At dawn, Qingyin came out from inside.

Feng Buran opened his eyes in good time, "Honorable One, when will Buye's biological father appear?"

"Soon." Qingyin said, looking at the dark halo on the Tianshan Mountains in the distance.

The water and land ashram is unfolding as usual, and the Sanskrit chants of Tianyi Temple are chants every day, which can be faintly heard even at the foot of the mountain.

Since strangers can't get close, Qingyin can only talk and chant scriptures with Zhao Yongzhou outside the white tent every night.Feng Buran always sat under the bodhi tree outside the courtyard, closed his eyes and listened.Sometimes Zhao Yongxiu would come over, but the two of them didn't say a word, they sat together, and the seven nights were like a day, passing by with a snap of the fingers.

Qingyin said that he would leave when the incident was over, and if Zhao Yongzhou's biological father did not show up again at that time, he would have to use a method to seal him, and he would not be able to undo it until his biological father came.

Every night you can hear howling in the white tent.

"Great monk, why am I getting older?"

"Great monk, I lost a tooth while eating steamed buns today, what's going on?"

"Big Monk, I think I look as old as the Prime Minister now."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Great monk...I'm going to die...you let my brother come to see me..."

"Great monk...you can help me transform the teacher...it's okay, even if there is a little ghost, I'm not afraid, let me meet him..."

On the seventh day and night, the summer night was sweltering, the thunder was faintly heard, the rain was falling, and the lamps in the lotus pond went out one by one.Until the end, Qingyin's Sanskrit sound was lost in the roar of thunderstorm that intensified.

Suddenly, a white shadow appeared outside the Lianzi Hall.This made Feng Buran and Zhao Yongxiu who had been waiting under the bodhi tree stand up.

A figure walked slowly.His face was blurred, and he could vaguely see the man in white clothes Shengxue, with black hair reaching his waist, tiger eyes, white face, deep eyes, and a red lotus lamp imprint between his eyebrows, faintly flashing in the black rain curtain.

At this time, Feng Buran was suddenly bumped by a person who ran in.

"Brother! I've found someone!" Yun Heng said loudly in his ear.Then he looked up at the Buddhist hall, "Eh? Are you all in?"

Feng Buran nodded.

Zhao Yongxiu's eyes widened, and he was a little surprised: "Could it be that person is..."

Qingyin inside the door stopped to chant sutras, "You are finally here."

"Yes, I'm here." The man said lightly, "Buddha, take down this white tent, the scriptures on it dazzle my eyes."

Qingyin laughed, then turned around and walked out, when the white curtain fell, the door also closed with a bang.

There was no sound from there after that.But Feng Buran and the others didn't dare to ask, so they could only wait outside anxiously.

For some reason, Feng Buran suddenly felt sleepy.After finally opening his eyes, he saw Qingyin's figure had already walked to the door.

He bit his lip to wake himself up, and then chased after him: "My lord, are you leaving?"

Qingyin's voice couldn't be heard clearly in the rain: "I have done everything that should be done, it's time for me to leave."

Although there was no reason to force him to stay, Feng Buran was still a little anxious: "You just left? Did you not see him?"

Qingyin seemed to be laughing: "The thing has already been done, goodbye will only increase troubles, it is better not to see. Besides, the person he is obsessed with is not this seat, even if it is a dream, and all life is false, it is someone else who will accompany him in this dream."

Feng Buran felt that he was about to fall asleep again. He knew that Qingyin was playing tricks, he struggled to open his eyes and asked, "Since it's illusory, why can't you be satisfied? It doesn't matter, it's just a thought. Why is your lord so indifferent?" .”

Qingyin: "Actually, you don't want him to really see me, you're just afraid that he will wake up and ask, and you won't be able to explain it. Don't worry, he won't remember me."

Feng Buran smiled amidst the dizziness: "That would be the best. The Venerable, walk slowly, and don't see him off."

Then he fell asleep.The moment before he closed his eyes, he seemed to see Qingyin's body stiffen for a moment.

It was dawn, the rain stopped, and a ray of sunlight was shining in the yard. The lotus lanterns in the pond had all been extinguished, but a few flower buds appeared, which were real lotus flowers.

Feng Buran was woken up by someone. After opening his eyes, he saw Yun Heng, and then looked to the side. Zhao Yongxiu was leaning on the bodhi tree and was sleeping heavily.Only then did I realize that the three of them might have fallen asleep under the bodhi tree like this.

"What's going on?" Feng Buran sat up, the courtyard was silent, and the door of the Buddhist hall was closed. "Where's Qingyin?"

Then he remembered what happened in the rain last night, a little unreal, like a dream.

Yun Heng shook his head, "I don't know, probably let's go."

Zhao Yongxiu also woke up at this time, standing up wondering: "Why do you fall asleep?... Ninth brother!"

He yelled.Only then did they realize that the yard was quiet, the rain had stopped and the sun had come out, and the three of them, big men who practiced martial arts, slept in the yard until the sun was high before waking up.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yongxiu asked warily.Although I really don't want to, but at present, he and Feng Buran are on the same side, so I don't care about the past for the time being.

Feng Buran shook his head.He looked at the closed door, and then at Yun Heng.

Yun Heng tilted his head: "I go?"

The other two men nodded in unison.

Yun Heng stared: "Why should it be me?!... Well, I can't beat you two, so I'll just go."

Yun Heng walked to the door, swallowed, raised his hand, and pushed gently.

With a creak, the door opened.

The white curtains and prayer flags in the room were scattered all over the place, and the three of them walked into the room, surprised.After looking around, his eyes finally fell on the innermost white curtain.

The morning wind, with the aroma of lotus leaves, blows into the house and lifts a corner of the white curtain.

I saw a big snow-white tiger lying cross-legged, and a person was sleeping in the tiger's arms, hands and feet curled up, most of his body was hidden under the snow-white fur.Seen from the back, the man's body was slightly undulating, he should be sound asleep.

Yun Heng and Feng Buran had known each other for a long time, but Zhao Yongxiu was different. Seeing this scene, even though he was half a soldier, he still exclaimed.

"Hush." ​​Yun Heng quickly turned around to stop him.

Zhao Yongxiu's hands trembled, and he lowered his voice: "Tiger..."

At this moment, the tiger opened his eyelids slightly, under the long snow-white eyelashes, a pair of golden and silver eyes were calm and majestic.

Zhao Yongxiu almost knelt down.

But Feng Buran walked over slowly, walked up to the tiger and squatted down, just as he stretched out his hand, the tiger's paw stretched out, clapped on the shoulder of the person in his arms, and protected it.

Chong Feng Buran grinned his teeth, and let out a low growl from his throat.

Yun Heng and Zhao Yongxiu: "!!"

Withdrew his hand embarrassingly, Feng Buran: "..."

He noticed that a pink and tender foot was protruding from under the fur on the tiger's belly.So Feng Buran smiled.

Zhao Yongzhou recovered from his illness, but he couldn't leave Tianyi Temple immediately due to some reasons. According to Master Hollow, he will stay for at least half a year.

So Zhao Yongzhou could only be a young monk in Tianyi Temple for the past six months. Fortunately, he was not lonely, many people came to see him every day, and more importantly, someone was with him all the time.

The monks of Tianyi Temple often saw that in the evening, on the ancient road shaded by trees, a handsome man was walking with a small bald head, followed by a big snow-white tiger.

The little bald head is actually not small, he is a young man.It's just that his skin is pink and tender, like a baby.In the very hot summer, he still wore thick cotton shoes on his feet.The skin seems to be very fragile, and sometimes it bleeds when a branch is scratched lightly.

Sometimes when he was tired from walking, the man would pick up the little bald head and put it on the back of the big tiger.The monks saw that the big tiger turned around and walked up the mountain, shaking its big snow-white buttocks.

The man followed behind, with a warm smile on his lips, reflecting the light and shadow leaking from the shade of the trees, it was very beautiful.