A bad thought [rebirth]

As the dawn broke, wisps of light entered the paper window on the top floor of the seven-story pagoda, fell on the table in front of the window, and fell on the hair of the person lying on the table at this time, like a layer of mist cast by the sky. Light.

The person lying on the table is wearing a gray monk's robe, loose clothes, thin back, and loose hair. The right hand on the table is slightly holding a hard hair, and there is a deep ink mark between the thumb and index finger. It is the relationship between using pen and ink for a long time.

Suddenly there was the clanging sound of the door lock being unlocked.

The people on the table moved.

At this moment, Ganghao rolled away from the fingers that he let go intentionally, rolled towards the edge of the table without a sound, and finally fell to the ground in an instant.

With a "click", the pen holder suddenly broke into two pieces.

The young man in monk clothes slowly raised his head. Contrary to the warmth projected into the paper window, his expression was as cold as ice. There was no smile in his pair of well-defined eyes with upturned tails like a fox.

The person who opened the door walked in.

The person who came came to the table from behind the young man in monk's robe. It was a middle-aged monk wearing a monk's robe with nine ring scars on his head.The middle-aged monk was tall and strong, and even wearing a monk's robe could not hide the bulging muscles in his arms.

The middle-aged monk left for only a stick of incense, and when he came back, he put the food box on the table, noticed the hard hair that was broken on the ground, picked it up casually, glanced at the inkstone on the table that was about to be polished, and was about to speak, Suddenly, the young man in monk clothes asked, "How is that man...?"

The expression that was full of haze just a moment ago seemed to be just a phantom under the sun. The young man's pupils were dilated, and he had difficulty in articulating words. His androgynous face would be breathtaking if it had a little expression, but now it is a little sluggish, which is embarrassing.

Since being imprisoned, the young man will ask this question every day when he wakes up, because there is no attempt to escape, and the middle-aged monk is used to it.

He didn't answer, but said: "I'll tell the abbot to prepare new pens and ink, and I'll come back later." He quickly fed the monk-clothed young man with a spoonful of food, and there were large pieces of meat in the meal. It is said that these Meat was eaten to ease the poisonous creep of the poison in the youth.

The middle-aged monk's movements were quick, and before half a cup of tea time, he hurried out again with the food box, locked the lock, and left the Buddhist scriptures pavilion as if fleeing.

Monks should be merciful and willing to do good deeds. Lingding Mountain Xuankong Temple is the most incense-filled temple in the vicinity. As monks of Xuankong Temple, they will accept the treatment of the people when they go out.

But now, as a monk, he has become an accomplice to harm.

Alas, I heard that the young man was planted with the Raw Snake Gu when he was brought here, and later he was fed half a Hunyi Pill.

One day not long ago, he secretly overheard the abbot laughing to a mysterious pilgrim, saying that if Yin Yi was fed a Hunyi Pill, Yin Yi would be paralyzed all day long, and his mind would be so muddled that he would be unable to do anything. Just right, let Yin Yi's legs and feet be weak, his brain is a little trance, and he only has the strength to hold a pen and write, so he doesn't have to worry about running away. He also threatens the young man with someone who is very important to the young man, and asks the young man to write something, as long as it is completed within fifteen days If requested, the other party will be let go.

So far, middle-aged monks have not dared to read what the young man wrote.After all, he was fed the obedience Gu, his own life was in danger, so how could he still have the time to pity others.

"Amitabha." The middle-aged monk silently recited a sentence in Sanskrit.

Everything I did was in accordance with the orders of Abbot Zhiren, if one day I will suffer retribution, please let the abbot go to hell!

After the middle-aged monk left, in the quiet pavilion, the young man in monk clothes wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then spit out half of the elixir that had not been swallowed with the rice into his palm.

The young man in monk clothes, that is, Yin Yi, stuffed the pill into his rolled-up sleeve.

Fortunately, when he was reborn, it was the moment when he was fed the Hunyi Pill.

At that moment, from the extremely miserable death to regaining consciousness, I was more at a loss than clarity.However, when Yin Yi saw the face of a monk who seemed to be kind but actually concealed evil intentions, he had a little bit of a connection and understood his situation in an instant.

In just six days, Yin Yi was fed the Hunyi Pill three times, and every day he pretended to have weak legs and feet, and only knew how to write the cheats in his heart.

Rubbing the three pieces of Hunyi Dan in the sleeve with his fingers, Yin Yi thought that the person Zhiren used to threaten him was all fake, and the corners of his straight mouth slowly curled into a cold arc, implying sarcasm.

I am suffering here, and the person who wants to save me may be laughing at my stupidity while being happy with the smelly monk.

The middle-aged monk soon returned to the top of the pagoda to help grind the ink. Seeing that the young man in monk clothes finally picked up the pen to write again, he stood aside, holding a string of beads in his hand, and silently recited Sanskrit without looking sideways.

Yin Yi pretended to hold the pen with only slight strength in his hands.

The hard pens formed in the paper are not smooth, more soft than rigid, and the density is not appropriate.

What Yin Yi wrote was a cheat book on swordsmanship.

If there are any martial arts practitioners of the older generation here, they will find that the swordsmanship skills in this cheat book are vaguely similar to the famous "Piaoran Sword" Meng Zuike in the martial arts world.

This solar eclipse passed the evening eclipse, the sky was getting darker, and the pavilions were lit.

The raw snake Gu broke out suddenly, and Yin Yi's dazed expression suddenly changed, and he groaned, but he couldn't hold his pen anymore.

Pieces of dark clouds enveloped the night sky outside the window, and the sound of tick-tock rain fell on the top of the tower. The heavy rain poured down, densely and quickly hitting the top of the tower.

The middle-aged monk sighed secretly, put away the sympathy in his eyes, and said: "The abbot said that even if you have a splitting headache and if you have thorns all over your body like ants gnawing on you, you should continue to write. If you can't finish writing within fifteen days, then the person Then the Gu poison will break out, and the soul will return to the west."

Yin Yi's face was blue and purple, he gritted his teeth and continued to pick up the pen, writing crooked characters, beads of cold sweat condensed on his forehead slipped over his smooth and delicate sideburns, and finally dripped from his delicate chin onto the rice paper.

Suddenly, the sound of "rumbling" came from far and near, combined with the torrential rain of "crashing", it kept beating on the paper window, and there was a tendency to break the window immediately.

In these years, every time this season comes, there will always be thunderstorms and catastrophes here. Occasionally, heavy rains that last for many days will cause floods, causing people to lose their crops and become displaced.The Xuankong Temple is located on Lingding Mountain, so people will be sent down the mountain to help the mountain people at this time, and even the homeless mountain people will temporarily stay in the temple as a kind and generous act.

Back then, the middle-aged monks chose to be ordained here because of the good reputation of Xuankong Temple.

But who knew that the abbot Zhiren, known as the living Buddha, hadn't even given up greed, hatred and ignorance.

Thinking of these troubles, and thinking of the poison in his body, the middle-aged monk's heart became heavier, and he couldn't help but glance at the young man in monk clothes who was sweating profusely from the corner of his eyes.

Compared to this person, how lucky is he?

Yin Yi's quiet behavior over the past few days not only made the middle-aged monk relax his vigilance, but Yin Yi's unbearable pain and pitiful appearance made him even more sympathetic.

The sound of thunder and rain was loud in his ear, and he was just about to say that he should take a break, but when he lowered his head, he suddenly realized that the paper window was really damaged, and the rainwater splashed on the table and wet the stacked rice paper, and he was terrified, these young people wrote The papers that have been passed are all deadly papers. The abbot said that if these papers are lost or broken, his life will really be gone.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly stretched out his hand, about to take away the paper on the table, but unexpectedly, the window seemed to be cut into a cross by an extremely sharp sword, split into four and blown into the room by the strong wind.

A thief broke into the pavilion!

When it was not time to protect the paper, the middle-aged monk pulled away the young man in monk clothes who was sitting on the chair with one hand, and heard Yin Yi fall to the ground with a bang. , directly hitting the cold weapon.

Cold light flashed.

"Ah—!" The middle-aged monk didn't even see the light of the knife clearly, his screams were drowned in the rumbling sound, his right hand was cut off suddenly, and the severed hand fell on the desk, blood splattered everywhere, staining the rice paper red one slice.

The flash of lightning and thunder illuminated the black-clothed figure standing stooped outside the window eaves.

A gust of wind blew up, blowing up the black veil, revealing a pair of eyes as cold and stern as a falcon.

In an instant, the figure seemed to be still outside the window, and the sharp sword light was already approaching the neck.

"Hold on."

The middle-aged monk never expected that Yin Yi, who was about to die in Huangquan, was rescued by Yin Yi who fell to the ground.

The two words caused Jian Guang, who was too fast to hold back, to stop, and then suddenly pierced into his left chest, and was pulled out at lightning speed, blood splashed everywhere, and the acupuncture points on his legs were moved a little faster, The tall and strong figure fell to the ground directly.

Yin Yi stood up, put away his fingers and said calmly, "He will die sooner or later, why waste your sword."

"Yes, Master."

The drenched figure landed on the ground, and respectfully knelt down on one knee towards the young man with one hand behind his back.

The middle-aged monk knew that today was the end of the day, but he still wanted to seize a ray of life, so he said with pain: "You don't care about the life of the person who was infected?!"

The middle-aged monk met the gaze that was looking down at him, the extreme coldness hit his heart from the tailbone, and the indifference and ruthlessness in it made him despair.

The young man said indifferently: "I don't care if the other person is alive or dead."

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The dark sky was bursting with thunder. Gradually, the sky dawned, and the terrifying night slowly faded away. The thunderstorm remained the same. No one expected that the high tower of the Xuankong Temple standing on the high mountain was suddenly struck by lightning and burst into a burst of fiery red light.

The scorching and dazzling red light interweaves with lightning and thunder to form a strange picture scroll.

The mountain people at the foot of the mountain on the east side of Lingding went out cursingly, and were about to deal with the rainwater flooding into the house, when they suddenly noticed the light shining on the mountain.

The mountain people took a closer look and found that there was no light on the Lingding Xuankong Temple. The sacred and mysterious temple, the brick-red courtyard wall, and the blue-gray ridge were all bathed in the burning fire.

"The Xuankong Temple is on fire!" The mountain people yelled loudly at the door of their house, and the neighbors who hadn't gotten up quickly put on their clothes and ran out, looking anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

I don't know when, the torrential rain gradually subsided, when the fire spread across the entire tower, the dark clouds dissipated, and the long rainbow passed through the sun to illuminate the whole land. Yin Yi walked in front, followed by a black shadow, and he couldn't even see the shocking scene of the fire burning. , quickly disappeared at the foot of the west mountain.

The law of heaven is clear, and the retribution is not good.

It is a foregone conclusion that the high tower of the Xuankong Temple will be burned to ashes.

Last time, Yin Yi ordered to come to rescue him because of his sweetheart. Mu Qiuxiao left, and was rescued by the monk who went upstairs, but was blinded by soot.

This time, Yin Yi chose to leave with Mu Qiuxiao, not to be bound by feelings anymore.

"Mu Qiuxiao, let's not go back to the Samsara Valley." Yin Yi just finished speaking coldly, as if changing his face, he bent the fox eyes on the tail of his eyes, and said with a smile: "I remember you knew an expert who lived in the mountains and forests , let's go see this expert first, and then return to this river and lake."

This time, he wants to turn the rivers and lakes into a pool of muddy water, so that those who are unjust, ungrateful and ungrateful will not die.

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