Holy Monk, your benefactor is dead!

In the 37th year of Daqi, corrupt officials were rampant, taxes were heavy and the border was uneasy.However, Emperor Ming Zhao was obsessed with the technique of longevity. He ruled out public opinion and built the Tower of Picking Stars, resulting in the emptiness of the national treasury.When the state of Chu came to attack, General Li led an army of [-] to fight against the enemy, but because of lack of food and clothing, he was trapped for more than a month.Twelve urgent orders were issued to rescue the imperial capital, but they were suspected by the emperor and framed by treacherous officials.

The emperor issued seven edicts to let him return to Beijing.In order to defend the border town, General Li couldn't be recalled several times. The emperor became angry and shamed and detained his family members in the sky prison. Regardless of the minister's repeated deadly admonitions, he ordered the whole family of Li's family to be executed.

As soon as this order came out, the people wept, and the government and the public mourned greatly.People of insight couldn't bear the fate of their family members, and they were constantly robbed of prisons.The student was indignant and beat the emperor's drum, trying to reach the holy words, but was dragged to death in front of the golden palace by the eunuch.

The hearts of the people were lost, and righteousness was raised in various places, but Emperor Ming Zhao was even more angry and unforgivable, and finally issued a secret order to execute the family members of the Li family in death row.

At that time, because the youngest son of the Li family went out to study, he did not encounter such bad luck, but was wanted by the officials, and he was hunted and arrested, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.

……

Withered vines, old trees, dim crows.

Broken bridge, residual snow, deserted village.

The winter sun shines on this desolate land without a trace of warmth, and the country roads that have not been seen for a long time are overgrown with weeds, adding a bit of depression.New Year's Eve is approaching, but unfortunately, this small village can no longer smell the smell of the New Year.

"After all, the little monk came a step late." The elegant voice seemed to echo from far away, and it was like a sigh, knocking heavily on the person's heart.

"Holy Monk, please save the young master's life." A dull and deep begging sound came from the house that had been in disrepair for a year, and the dilapidated doors and windows were silently exposed to the sunlight without any warmth.

In the house, the monk called the holy monk, a young monk who looked extremely young, had a peaceful aura in his drooping eyebrows, and on his clean cheeks, even his nose and mouth were full of aura. sacred.In this icy winter day, the pure white cassock seemed to be whiter than snow. The cassock hung down in the mud and covered the pair of heavenly feet that were crushed into the mud, as if desperately trying to brush away the dirt brought by it. Bitter ice.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, I can't do anything." Jing Yan's lowered eyes swept over the pale young man lying on the ground, even if his brows were tightly closed, even if his thin lips lost their original color, even if he stood upright. Nostrils can no longer smell the breath of this world, but still can't stop his demeanor, his brilliance.A slight sigh slipped from Jing Yan's heart, he came all the way from the imperial capital to save this person's life, but unexpectedly, it was still a step too late.

"Impossible..." Because of Jing Yan's words, there was a flash of commotion in the chaotic crowd.

"Master, you are an eminent monk of the Canaan Temple. If even you can't do anything about it, then the whole family of Li's family will truly die. I know, but I’m not heartbroken.”

"Excellent, excellent! I don't dare to make a definite statement. This benefactor has lost his life and death, and life and death are irreversible. There is really nothing I can do."

"Puff-"

"Master, I have heard that the relic bones in the pagoda of the Canaan Temple have the effect of reviving the dead and giving birth to bones. Master, you are the monk protecting the pagoda with a compassionate heart. When the young master dies, the hearts of the people will be scattered, and the world will be in chaos. Today's people in Daqi are already in turmoil, and they can no longer withstand the slightest storm. My Buddha has great mercy, and I hope that you, the master, will be on the side of the people in the world and save them. Young Master Li!"

"Plop-puff-"

"Master, please, save Young Master Li, save the people of the world!"

"..."

Jing Yan looked at the men kneeling on the ground, dressed in different colors, the blood stains all over their bodies indicated the bloody battle not long ago.A trace of impatience flashed in Jing Yan's heart, but he... couldn't.

The master's warning before leaving is still in my ears.He is a monk, and all living beings are equal. He cannot be merciful for a while, and abandon the people of the world to the fire and water.

Jing Yan shook his head, "Death and life are determined by God, irreversible. All benefactors, please mourn."

Everyone knelt on the ground and stared blankly at Jing Yan, at the man lying lifeless on the ground, despair spread for a while.

They were strangers to each other, but they all came here to protect the last trace of the Li family's blood. They shed blood, threw their heads, and abandoned their wives and daughters, just for the righteousness in their hearts.

But in the end, they didn't protect anything, they didn't keep anything.

The heart has nothing to ask for, nothing to think about.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a kneeling man stood up, he passed the crowd, and made a "clank" sound on the ground with the tip of his blood-dripping sword.

He stood in front of Jing Yan, looked at Jing Yan's face that was not stained with the slightest worldly atmosphere, and carefully studied it.

Suddenly, he smiled, very sadly: "I know that the Buddhists believe in cause and effect, and the master refuses to save us. It must be that cause and effect are not enough; I will go to death to save each other, but the royal family is just as ridiculous as an ant; the master is so young. , can be called a holy monk, I am afraid that I have never been contaminated by the ugliness of the world. Now, let me wait for the ants, let the master taste the suffering of the world, the suffering is unspeakable; Fire, karmic fire is hard to extinguish."

The man had just finished speaking, and Jing Yan didn't wait for a reaction.A sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and bright red blood spurted out from the man's neck, instantly dyeing Jing Yan's pure white monk robe red.

Jing Yan's eyes widened almost instantly, and he watched the man fall to the ground with a trace of despair and relief, and the dust raised was instantly drowned by blood.He stretched out his hand in disbelief, brushed against the scorching temperature on his face, and looked at the blush stained on his fingertips, he couldn't believe it.

only……

This is not the end. The desperate crowd seemed to wake up in an instant.

They stood up one by one, wiping the despair off their faces.With a hint of determination, he stood in front of Jingyan, smiling, pointing his sword at his chest.

"We ants are willing to use my blood and life to implore the holy monk to save the life of Young Master Li..."

"Wait..."

"..."

"Why is this so? Life and death are determined by the heavens, I don't understand." Jing Yan can stop this, but can't stop that one.Finally he stopped, his blood-stained hands were trembling slightly.

He was at a loss, and he began to struggle.

Remember, remember, don't use your relic bone when you go.

The master's entrustment before he left seems to be still in front of him.But... the scene in front of him made him at a loss.He wants to change, he wants to stop.However, he can't change anything, can't stop it.

At this moment, he even had the idea of ​​running away.

But... he couldn't either.

He squatted down and looked at the pale person from beginning to end. He was the center of the vortex, but he could lie here peacefully, without thinking about anything, without comprehending anything.At least for this moment, Jing Yan is envious.

The blood-stained hand brushed across Li Yun's face, staining his pale face with a blush.

Jing Yan was silent, silent, watching, watching.

He didn't even know when the movements of the people behind him stopped.

suddenly……

In the eyes of everyone praying, Jing Yan turned around and knelt down towards the imperial capital.

He looked solemn and devout.

He was downcast, with a firm face.

But after all, he sighed and let out a long breath in his heart.

He stood up, ignoring the blood stains on his body, and clasped his hands together.

He said a Buddhist prayer.

Amitabha.

He looked at the icy sun and sighed in his heart.

Let it go...Master, little monk, I will still...

Can't escape, can't avoid, this calamity, this difficulty.

Then let the little monk follow the Buddha's heart and follow the Buddha's will!

Jing Yan got up and turned around.

"All benefactors, it will take seven days for the little monk. During these seven days, I hope that you will take strict precautions. Remember, don't be alarmed or disturbed."

Leaning forward, he picked up Li Yun and held him in his arms. His plain face remained the same. Jing Yan smiled slightly: "Amitabha, sin, sin, let this little monk go against this life and death, and break this cycle of reincarnation!"

Without looking at the sluggish expressions of the crowd, Jing Yan disappeared in front of everyone's eyes almost in a few moments.

"This, this is, it means that the young master is saved!!!"

"Heaven has eyes!"

"God, you finally opened your eyes, even if we die, it's worth it!"

"..."

After all the men cried and howled, they finally remembered something, looked at each other with a smile, and knelt down on the ground, facing Jing Yan away, and shouted in unison: "Then... please master! We will live up to you! Entrusted by the master."

Everyone stood up, looked up to the sky and laughed.

They knew that if they parted at this moment, they would be hard to see each other again.Jing Yan's leaving figure, that kind of determination, blocked Yin and Yang, but it was their hope that they pinned on.

Seven days, perhaps, this should be the longest day in the world, the torment of waiting is as dense as ants gnawing.

Seven days, perhaps, this should be the last day in the world, the unwillingness to die, like the cry of the abyss.

However, they do not regret it.

Let the cry from hell resound through this small land, and let their blood forge a new beginning!From this moment on, all they need to do is grab the weapons in their hands, that's all.

……

The lush trees divide the world into two parts.The mottled sunlight shines the sporadic white into the jungle, dark and gloomy, flickering.

Looking at the sparkling water in front of him, Jing Yan stopped in his tracks. He lowered his head, and the deep Buddhist voice wrapped the two of them. Jing Yan gently pushed Li Yun out of his arms. At this moment, Li Yun seemed to be Like a speck of dust, it floated towards the lake, the clothes on his body slipped off, and the pale skin was covered with various scars, which was shocking.

As if walking on flat ground, Jing Yan walked to the center of the lake, stopped, stretched out his hand, and brushed it across Li Yun's eyebrows, the blood flowed out with a golden trace, and the low-praised Buddha The sound caused ripples on the surface of the lake, and following Jing Yan's chants, the lake water seemed to be attracted to the surface of the lake by a strange force, forming a huge ellipse, enveloping the two of them.In the circle, the supreme Buddhist scriptures written in big seal script appeared on Li Yun's body.

It's just that Jing Yan writes every word extremely difficult, and every stroke makes Jing Yan's face paler.At the same time, Li Yun, who was originally pale, gradually turned rosy with each word.The body that had become stiff due to the loss of breathing seemed to be gradually softening.

Between these strokes, Jingyan forgot the time, and seemed to forget the world. All he saw was the stroke in his hand, the supreme Buddhist scriptures written by his life.

I don't know how long it took, the cold sun set and rose again, and the cold moon went and climbed into the night.

Jing Yan trembled and made the last stroke. At this moment, he stood there like a dying old man, unable to feel any vitality.

That face is pale.

Those lips are pale.

However, he has not stopped, nor can he stop.

Looking at the corpse next to him covered by the densely packed Buddha statues, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Jing Yan's mouth, but the smile was stained with a trace of dust and lacked a trace of Buddha's breath.

"The little monk broke the cycle of reincarnation for the benefactor, messed up the cause and effect, and lost the Buddha's bone. This crime, this evil, let the little monk bear it." Fingers slid across the air, and an ice blade appeared in the palm of the hand that was originally empty. , through the dense cold air.

Jing Yan lifted the cassock, scratched his heart with his backhand, took out a round bead glowing with Buddha's light, and pressed it straight to Li Chenyan's heart.

At this moment, that round bead seems to weigh a thousand catties.

At this moment, the originally mottled sky became extremely dark in an instant.Lightning roared one after another, as if unwilling to do so.

At this moment, inside the Stupa, a skinny monk opened his eyes and sighed helplessly.

At this moment, in the Star Picking Building, a Taoist alchemist laughed wildly regardless of the exploding alchemy furnace.

After all, no one can stop...

Jing Yan stretched out his hand, without a trace of hesitation, pressed the ball on Li Yun's heart, and hid it in his body. At the same time that the ball entered Li Yun's heart, the golden Buddha came to life instantly. Quietly disappeared in Li Yun's body, and the shocking wounds healed at this moment.

Jing Yan ignored his wounds, closed his cassock, and reached out to catch Li Chenyan's falling body at that moment. The weight in his hands actually dropped him from the lake to the bottom of the lake.The lake water that enveloped the two of them also fell in an instant, smashed into the lake that had dried up at some time, and disappeared at the bottom of the lake in an instant.

Its daybreak.

Ray, stop.

The glaring sunlight shone on the bottom of the lake, seeming to be mocking, laughing at the land that gave up resistance, and finally surrendered at its feet.

Jing Yan knelt at the bottom of the lake, he looked around in a daze, the original lush forest had disappeared at some point, leaving only a piece of scorched earth, the bottom of the lake that should have buried the sinking lake was exposed to the sun at this moment, lifeless.

He looked down at Li Yun, who was breathing steadily on the ground, with complex eyes, and let out a long sigh.

"Amitabha."