sun and moon return

"Hehehe." The cold laughter sounded again, Zheli straightened up with goosebumps, and looked around vigilantly, only to feel that he had returned to the Daxiong Palace.

"Master, is there something unclean here?" Zheli asked.

"Follow me." Feidao turned out of the living room again, came outside the ancestral hall, Zheli chased after him.

"The statue of the saint... no, it's the statue of the mountain spirit!"

"Hehehe."

That weird laughter resounded again, like hell ghosts, like fingernails scratching the ground, like weeping like complaining, like crying like laughing, crazy and sinister, too weird.

Zheli turned around vigilantly: "Master, did you hear that?"

There was no response, he turned around again, the scene in front of him was like being eaten away from the paper, turning yellow and dissipating little by little, Zheli was shocked and looked at Feidao, who was looking at the changing emperor in awe.

When the sky was clear again, the fragrance of Buddha was wafting, and the shadows of Buddha were towering. It was windy and rainy outside, and the solemn Buddha statue had a strange smile.

"Master, why did you bring me back suddenly?" Zheli was puzzled.

Fei Dao stared at the statue of Sakyamuni, smiled coldly and said, "She brought us back."

There was a rumble outside, Zheli turned around, and the pilgrims who passed outside fell to the ground one by one.

"Scholar Liu... is a strange man." Du Yan stroked the tools beside him, "Just like you, he also stumbled into this place by mistake, but apart from me, he also saw the mountain god behind me."

"That is... an existence that I can't even see myself, but I can feel it."

"He carved the mountain god out of wood, and it turned out to be a woman with a cold face. After he finished the work, I felt the power of the mountain god from the wood carving. The wood carving and the mountain god built a connection. I don't understand."

"He seems to be particularly obsessed with it, always looking behind me, saying that if there is Yan Ruyu in the book, she should be so holy. Yes, holy, she called her a saint."

"Brother Liu found out that Liu Shusheng was already able to carve perfect statues of saintesses out of stones, and each saintess statue contained a mountain god. Senior brother took away those saintess statues."

"I know something is wrong with Liu Shusheng. I drive him away, and he lives in the monastery. Brother allows him to come and go as he pleases."

"One day, he came, saw that there was nothing behind me, and left again. Since then, I have never seen him again. After that, I heard the news of his death."

"He died very strangely, but of course, the person chosen by the mountain god bears enormous spiritual power. That's why I chose to immerse myself in the sculpture and hone my body, so as to forget that feeling."

"Because of its influence, I see things become incomplete, and I will never be able to carve the Buddha statue in my heart."

"He took away the mountain god, but he was immersed in the connection with the mountain god and became crazy."

In November, the dark clouds of June rolled in the sky, the day turned into night, thunder broke out in the dark clouds, lightning lit up the sky one by one, and the wind tore the trees.

A group of pilgrims and novice monks fell in the temple, and the paper umbrellas were blown to the ground by blowing Xuan'er in mid-air.

In this bad weather, Dao Yan braved the wind and rain weakly and found the Daxiong Hall. The cassock on his body had slipped to half his waist. If he hadn't been supported by Zhe Li, he might have fallen to the ground.

"Du Yan... Du Yan..." Dao Yan said out of breath, pointing weakly at the back mountain.

Feidao and Zheli looked at each other, and hurried to the back yard.

There were violent bang bang bang bang bangs in the wind and rain, and with Du Yan's roar, he seemed to be enduring unspeakable pain.

The wooden door had long since been broken, Zhe Li Tong Feidao entered the yard, and saw Du Yan in the rainstorm, swinging the hammer in his hand heartily, smashing all the stone statues in the yard frantically to pieces.

The raindrops fell on him ferociously, and his cassock fell to his waist, exposing his bronzed upper body. Like an arhat, he smashed him in the courtyard with all his strength.

He panted heavily, his eyes tearing apart: "This world is fragmented, you and I just take what we need, the way of magic, the way of humanity, and the way of immortality, all lead to the same goal. There is no boundary between yin and yang, black and white have no standing, and there is no distinction between turbid and clear."

He screamed hoarsely, as if trying to use up all the strength in his body.

Zhe Li was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless. In the torrential rain, Dao Yan, who was drenched all over, also came outside the courtyard. He weakly climbed on the courtyard door, turning the beads in his hand heartbrokenly, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"This world has its own destiny, you and I are just mayflies. The way of magic, humanity, and immortality are different paths in the end, and they cannot be the same. Yin and Yang have boundaries, life and death have their own destiny, and turbidity and purity have their own divisions. What kind of virtue do you have, that you can determine life and death for others , determine good and evil, and distinguish right from wrong?"

Zheli saw Feidao took two steps forward, standing between the sky and the earth, and reprimanded him in a deep voice.

The wind and rain stopped suddenly, and everything was quiet.The night is like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open, and the mountain wind is hunting like a howling in a sinister hell.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the bright blood red in his eyes dyed the world in front of him like a purgatory, but it was also more real.

With the subsidence of the noise, the refreshing feeling like entering another world climbs up to my heart.

The balance, which has lost its weight, has tilted endlessly towards the dark side.

In the vortex named Lingquan Temple, Fei Dao looked at the mountain spirit who had lost its cover.

The beautiful woman floated behind Du Yan, her body was incorporeal, as ethereal as a white mist, and her long hair like seaweed floated in mid-air.

She is beautiful and dignified, holy and flawless, with neither sadness nor joy in her eyes, but also seems to carry endless tenderness, with the innocence of a child, the shyness of a girl, the enthusiasm of a lover, the love of a mother, and the transparency of an old man.Her eyes were lowered, and the corner of her mouth was smiling, but there was no trace of emotion.

The woman's astonishing face made Zheli dazed for a moment, and suddenly understood that it was the mountain spirit.

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book." Zheli seemed to hear the scholar's sigh.

Did he give birth to her who is so beautiful, or did she enlighten him who was lost in the world?

The pair of thuds, the owner of the woman's body, is panting heavily at this moment, kneeling on the ground as if he has been drained of strength, his upper arms resting on the ground, breathing heavily, lifting his eyelids tiredly, looking over the evil way, looking Dao Yan who looked back.

The rain washed over his face, and Zheli saw despair, relief, depression, and pain in those turbid eyes. It seemed that he was too tired. He lowered his eyes and lowered himself to the ground, immersed in the turbid muddy water. He stared blankly at Feidao.

Dao Yan chanted "Amitabha" heartbroken, sighed heavily, lowered his eyes, held a Buddhist bead in his hand, and chanted words in his mouth, as if he had fallen into his own guilty and painful spiritual world, and planned not to participate in this righteous act of exterminating relatives.

Du Yan, who was looking at Feidao, was silent, and Feidao, who was looking at Daoyan, was also waiting, and the three maintained a delicate balance.

Until Feishuang came out of Feidao's hand.

The night sky was pierced by Frost Snow Sword Qi, leaving behind a phantom.Du Yan watched the sharp sword coming straight towards him, as if he had obtained the happiness he was looking for, he closed his eyes peacefully.

The spirit behind him suddenly dissipated, appeared in front of Dao Yan, and took the blow.

Feishuang turned from Daoyan back to Feidao's hand. He showed no surprise, and turned to look at Daoyan: "I heard that there are spirits in the mountains. If they are subdued by people, they can be used by them. There is no good or evil in spirits. However, it will eventually be stained with blood and become evil."

Things happened so fast, Zheli only saw Feidao Xiang Duyan's sword, but it was a feint, Feishuang actually stabbed Daoyan, and Ling blocked Feishuang's attack.

He also looked at Dao Yan.

Dao Yan stopped reciting Buddhist scriptures, said "Amitabha", looked up and laughed, and said, "The benefactor is really thoughtful."

"It seems that the so-called pure-hearted monks will still be so obsessed with ghosts." Fei Dao said coldly, "Tao is Tao, there is no need for the best way. People are people, and there is no one who is superior. Dao Yan, Are you for all beings, or for yourself, have you thought about it clearly?"

Dao Yan stood up with a smile: "Everyone in the villages and towns near my Baoshan Temple is happy, isn't that enough?"

"Is it you, Du Yan, or the dead scholar?"

Dao Yan's smile faded, and he looked at Fei Dao with a compassionate look: "The Dao will eventually be sacrificed with your remnants, since I seek the supreme Buddha way, even if I am lonely and brave, I am willing to bear the suffering and bow down OK."

The spirit phoenix floating behind looked down, with a smile on its face, which really looked like a Buddha statue. It loomed behind Daoyan, waiting for instructions.

Stubborn.

Linglian appeared beside Feidao.

The icy coldness rushed straight away, Shan Lingfeng raised her eyes slightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually deepened. She opened her lips slightly, evil and charming like a bloody peony blooming in the snow in December, delicate and beautiful, dangerous and weird, and heart-wrenching. fear.

The benevolent monk bowed and picked it out of the snow. He was immersed in the power and beauty of this peony until the blood melted the blood on the ground, until his hand was pierced by sharp thorns, until his life followed Spikes flowed into stamens until he fell in the snow...

The world has only black and white left, the sky is below, the earth is above...

What is death...

Is it the soul that escapes from the container of the body?Where will it go?Without the container, will it still have thoughts?

"Senior brother!" Amidst the roar, Dao Yan stared blankly at the sharp object piercing through his chest, a pair of soft, boneless hands, which were half visible, gracefully and softly passed through the core of his body, removing the source of the beating .

The incomprehensible warmth made her expression more delicate.

Everything happened too fast, until Feidao locked Shanling with spiritual power, she was still staring straight at the beating heart.

And Dao Yan lay down on the ground hollowly.

Warm blood splattered everywhere.

With the last of his strength, Du Yan fell to his knees and hugged Dao Yan, weeping uncontrollably.

It turns out that the heart is lost, but the emotions and desires are still there.Dao Yan wanted to speak out, but he could only open his mouth in vain.

It's hot.

The heat burns to the fingertips.

It was cold again.

It was so cold that the bones trembled.

In a black and white world, the earth is above and the sky is below.In the end, like yin and yang blending, everything returns.

Dao Yan's eyes lost their luster.

he died.

In the sky, it began to rain again, washing everything in front of me.

The fainted pilgrims woke up one after another and helped each other down the mountain.

#五、When I return home, it will snow and have a good night