Holy Monk, your benefactor is dead!

Outside the Buddha Pagoda, the snow is covered with towering trees and branches, which are crystal clear.

Li Yun, who was carried by the quilt with only one head exposed, looked suspiciously at the nine-story pagoda in front of him. In his sight, there was no trace of Jingyan except Baixue. He couldn't help but wonder himself Whether he was tricked by the old monk, before he could ask, he found that he was thrown out by enlightenment like a snowball.

"Bang" Li Yun fell heavily onto the slightly raised snow bag in front of the pagoda, and before he had any reaction, he heard the voice of enlightenment coming from afar.

"In this way, Junior Brother Jing Yan will be a benefactor."

Li Yun subconsciously looked in the direction of Wu Wu, he raised his neck halfway, and he froze suddenly, he... seemed to be able to control his body, almost at the same time in the next second, Li Yun's face became ugly again After getting up, he no longer cared about accusing Li Wu of being rude, and prevented him from leaving.Without any hesitation, Li Yun stretched his hand into the snow under his body. As expected, the stiffness of his fingertips made Li Yun almost have the urge to curse.

I don't know how long Jing Yan has been kneeling here, the thick snow has covered his whole body, if it wasn't for the realization that he just threw him here, and his body suddenly resumed movement, I am afraid that Li Yun would never have imagined that, then Under the slightly raised snow pack, Jingyan exists.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, and dug Jingyan out of the snow. Jingyan's stiff body was still in a kneeling posture. Soaked.His face had already been stained pale by silver frost.

"Little monk, little monk!" Li Yun surrounded Jing Yan with a quilt, looking at his open but dazed and unfocused eyes, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. The bone-piercing, even frozen hands were held in the palms of the palms, and they kept rubbing, trying to bring back his body temperature.

"donor?"

Jing Yan stared blankly at Jing Yan for a long time before recognizing him.Although he doesn't know why Li Yun appeared here, this is not something he can consider now. He stiffly moved his gaze to the still closed Buddha Tower. He couldn't remember how long he had been kneeling, but he knew , this is not enough, because the master still refuses to come out of the tower to meet himself.

Jing Yan pulled his hand out of Li Yun's almost mechanically, and knelt down on the snow again. The quilt that was originally wrapped around him slipped down on the snow in an instant.

only……

At the moment no one will notice it.

Jing Yan can't, and neither can Li Yun, because he is looking at his hand at the moment, and his hand is being held consciously. The moment Jing Yan pulled out his hand, he thought he would break the string. Collapsing on the snow like a puppet.But...he didn't!Not only did he not fall limply on the snow, he even didn't touch Jing Yan at all.He could, unexpectedly, control his own body independently, so unbelievable.

It's a pity that Li Yun didn't give himself a chance to sigh. He looked at Jing Yan, who was prostrating on the ground piously, and followed his line of sight to the pagoda in front of him. Half of the color of snow remained on the body of the Buddha Pagoda, and the simple and majestic pagoda stood quietly in the snow, exuding a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.A trace of surprise flashed in Li Yun's eyes, but there was a trace of understanding in his heart.

Jing Yan is the ninth guardian monk of the Buddha Pagoda. Presumably the first eight pagoda monks are all in this pagoda. The prestige of the eight pagoda guardian relics presumably is the reason why he can move freely, but at this moment, it is not Time to sigh.

Jing Yan's expression was indifferent, and he lifted Jing Yan's head that was buckled on the snow almost rudely, and pinched Jing Yan's chin to force his blank eyes to meet his own. Every word is engraved into Jingyan's soul.

"Do you want to die?"

Even though Jing Yan was forced to look at him, Jing Yan's eyes seemed to have passed Li Yun's body, and there was nothing but confusion on his pale and handsome face.

Long time, long time.

Long enough to wear away Li Yun's last trace of patience, he clasped Jing Yan's chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the simple and outstanding Futu Pagoda that had been precipitated by the years, Li Yun's expression became more and more indifferent, "You and I have a life together!" Lianlian, without my permission, you are not even qualified to die..."

Facing Jing Yan's lost soul, Li Yun no longer expected his answer. He let go of his hand, got up and walked towards the pagoda.At this moment, he would rather that Jing Yan has always been that non-human existence like a banished fairy, rather than being like a puppet that has lost its soul and fallen apart, lifeless.

Li Yun walked to the front of the pagoda and pushed towards the pagoda door casually, but found that it could not be shaken at all. After a closer look, he realized that the door buckle on the pagoda body was just a decoration, and the whole pagoda body was integrated, as if There is no entrance at all.In doubt, he was about to turn around to ask, but felt an inexplicable suction force, and before Li Yun resisted, he was already inside the tower.

"Amitabha, you are so good! Your almsgiver has come."

Li Yun followed the sound, and saw a monk kneeling in front of the statue of the Buddha in the Western Paradise, the sound of the wooden fish, the faint breath of the Buddha, as real as it was illusory.Li Yun didn't answer, and looked around instead. There were not many decorations in the empty pagoda. Almost instantly, Li Yun's gaze was scorched by a guzheng hanging on the wall.

He seems to have seen this kite somewhere?

"This zither, named Yuanshan, was a gift from my respected father."

"Sure enough!" Li Yun murmured. When he was young, he had seen it in his father's study. The second elder brother wanted it, but failed to ask for it. Since then, he has never heard of it again.

"Buddha monks were born according to the destiny. Since their birth, they have carried the relics of the Buddha's bones. It was originally a single lineage, but for some reason, in this poor monk's generation, there are twins. Both the poor monk and his senior brother practiced in the Canaan Temple. After the second round of reincarnation, the poor monk and his senior brother could not step into the pagoda, so they had to agree that whoever finds the inheritance of the next generation first would enter the pagoda.

We just met by chance, but we hit it off with Zunfu and became close friends.It was also a coincidence that Brother Li happened to rescue Jing Yan and handed it to the poor monk. The poor monk got help from Brother Li and was able to enter the pagoda. "

I don't know when, the sound of the wooden fish stopped, Yan Yuan didn't turn his head, nor opened his eyes, he didn't mention Jing Yan who kowtowed outside the pagoda, he just narrated it in a straightforward manner, a simple conversation with a junior.

only……

Li Yun withdrew his gaze lightly, and walked up to Yan Yuan. He didn't turn his head to look at Yan Yuan who was sitting in meditation, but moved his eyes to the solemn Buddha.

"I didn't say anything, but the master knew what was in my heart. The little monk couldn't kneel outside the pagoda, why didn't the master disappear? Could it be that these twenty years of time can't withstand a small relic? If so, the Buddha and Taoism are ruthless. More than I expected."

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness! It's not that I don't see you, it's just that the time has not come yet."

Li Yun didn't think of his questioning, and in exchange for such an answer, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and was about to be harsh, but he didn't expect that Yan Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, would suddenly get up, and saw his sleeve gown buttoned up with a flick of his sleeve You were terrified in Li Yun's heart, subconsciously resisted, but found that he was under the control of Yan Yuan, unable to move at all, and could only let Yan Yuan pat himself on his body like a butterfly wearing a flower,

Under Chen Yuan's slapping, Chen Yuan only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and wanted to get out of his skin.Li Yun gritted his teeth and resisted the burning sensation all over his body. His originally clear eyes were already blood-red. He stared at Chen Yuan almost ferociously. The resentment in his eyes seemed to swallow Chen Yuan into his body. belly.

"boom!"

I don't know how long it took, but I just felt that Yan Yuan slapped my chest heavily, and the body that was originally restrained instantly recovered freely, but before Li Yun could swallow the fishy and sweet taste in his mouth, he felt himself The body was empty, and the dull space in front of him was replaced by a vast expanse of whiteness.The cold air in his breath made Li Yun suddenly come to his senses, and he was already outside the tower.

He looked at the distant mountain lying quietly beside him in some astonishment, subconsciously brushed his fingers over the cold strings, looked back at the silent ancient pagoda, put the distant mountain on his shoulders, stood up, and would have passed out Holding Jing Yan in his arms, looking at the pale face that had faded from the Buddha's breath, he sighed softly, whispered, and then went not far away without looking back. go.

"It's just a tower of death."

……

Inside the Buddha Pagoda, Yan Yuan sat down outside the futon, the scarlet at the corner of his mouth was extremely dazzling, staring at the empty wall in a daze.

"However, within a month or so, Relic will be able to completely merge with that child. Why do you need to waste the power of your blood?"

"The catastrophe of the Li family was all caused by the poor monk. The power of a mere bloodline is not enough to make up for the crimes of the poor monk."

"Oh! It's a sin, a fault, whatever."

With a sigh, the old voice disappeared in Yan Yuan's ears, and in the empty tower, there was only a candle left.