[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

After sleeping like this, it was early morning when I woke up the next day.

After a simple meal, the two walked out of the ruined temple, Shi Yin was already leaning against the carriage and waiting for them.This time he was much quieter, without saying a word, he turned sideways to let Zhan Zhao get into the carriage, while he took the reins and drove the horse on the road.

It is getting closer and closer to Jichun, and the weather is getting better day by day. The sun is soft and warm, and through the sparse shadows of the treetops, mottled gold sprinkles all over the ground.Before noon, the three of them arrived at the mountainside of Wutai Mountain. The Foguang Temple was on the top of the mountain. Due to the steep mountain road, it might be inconvenient to take a carriage. Nianyi had to temporarily leave the carriage and horses at a nearby farmer's house.

Today is the sixth day of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly, just in time for the temple to offer fasting food, and the mountain road is full of pilgrims and poor people who go to offer incense and receive gifts.

Zhan Zhao looked up at the passers-by around him, thinking: If they could pass in as pilgrims, they wouldn't be suspicious.

As we approached the mountain gate, we could already hear the sound of monks chanting scriptures and the sound of bells in our ears. Nian's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the hand holding the umbrella trembled more and more.When she finally reached the edge of the stone pavilion, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly squatted down/body to help her, "What's wrong?" He was just looking around, but he didn't realize that her face was as pale as paper.

Nian Yi pressed his temples, frowned and shook his head with difficulty: "The headache is terrible..."

"Is it heat stroke?"

"It's not heatstroke." Shi Yin explained from the side, "Just look at it, it's also a place of pure Buddhism, and a ghost like me feels that the Buddha's light is oppressive and can't bear it, let alone her. "

Nian Yi was supported by him and sat down in the stone pavilion, looking at the passing crowd with some embarrassment.

"I can only go here... But I can't enter the temple, so how can I find him?"

Zhan Zhao looked up at Shi Yin, "Can you go in?"

"Joke, I'm not a ghost if I can go in." He shrugged.

"Shi Yin." Taking a sip from the water bag, Nian Fang remembered, "Do you know what his Dharma name is? Perhaps, Big Brother Zhan can ask him out."

"I... didn't find out about this." He slapped his index finger anxiously on the arm a few times, and frowned, "The ones who can ask for information are wild ghosts, they can't enter the temple, and I only heard that he is an eminent monk in the temple. As for who... I don't know yet."

Nian Yi lowered his head and stared at the water bag, and said lightly: "That will be troublesome..."

"It's not impossible." Shiyin suddenly turned his head to ponder for a while, and looked into the forest in the mountain, "I'll leave for a while, you wait for me here."

"Oh."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked down the mountain to the depths of the forest, and soon there was no one there.

He was alone in the stone pavilion.

Nian Yi was holding the water bag in a daze, but Zhan Zhao was leaning against the stone railing, his eyes still stopped in the direction Shi Yin left.

"Read one."

"Ok?"

He didn't turn his head, but asked, "Is Shi Yin really your brother?"

"Yes."

"Brother?"

"...not my real brother." Nian Yi smiled, "He has a thousand years of morality, but I have been dead for 50 years, no matter how I think about it, I can't be my real brother."

Sure enough, Zhan Zhao looked back at him: "Then he..."

"My memory after death is very vague, and I have forgotten how I met him. I just remember that he said that he saw me on the road and picked me up." Nian Yi closed his eyes and recalled, "Everyone who cannot enter reincarnation The ghosts in the well will all become wild ghosts, because most of these ghosts died tragically and unjustly. If you are lucky, someone will burn paper money and have a house to live in. If you have money to spend, you can only wander in the ghost land if you are unlucky. , hungry and full."

Speaking of this, she also seemed to be surprised, "I have never met Shi Yin before, but he has always been very kind to me, letting me follow him, and never saying what he wants me to do... Later I simply accepted him as Yi brother."

I'm afraid in his heart, it's not as simple as wanting to be a righteous brother...

Nian Yi looked at him with a smile: "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing..." Zhan Zhao turned his face away, "Just ask."

Soon, Shiyin jumped out of the forest, patted the leaves on his clothes with his head down, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Unexpectedly, it's already spring, but such a big mountain can't even catch a rabbit."

As soon as Nian stood up, he saw a dead white cat in his left hand and brought it to him.

"Come on, you will use it."

Nian Yi looked at him suspiciously: "Can I get in with this?"

"It should work, give it a try."

Hearing such words, even if he didn't explain clearly, Zhan Zhao already guessed something.When she was stunned, but seeing Nianyi closed her eyes and fell straight down, Shi Yin stretched out her hand to embrace her, and at the same time, the white cat in her arms slowly opened its eyes.

As if it was still adapting to its body, it tilted its head, then tilted it in the opposite direction, then blinked, and gave a very gentle "meow" to Zhan Zhao.

At this moment, he inexplicably got goose bumps all over his body...

"It seems to work." Shi Yin supported Nian Yi's body, and shoved the cat into his arms, "You can carry her in, I'll wait for you here."

The hand is soft to the touch, with a hint of warmth. I have never hugged a cat before, let alone a cat that has been possessed by someone.Zhan Zhao suddenly felt flustered.

"Can she talk?"

Shi Yin settled down and read aloud, then turned around and asked him, "Do you think cats can talk?"

Zhan Zhao said helplessly, "Then how do I know what she means?"

"You don't know how to guess?" Shi Yin sighed impatiently, just about to speak, when he turned his head and saw the white cat gently sweeping his head under Zhan Zhao's neck, he was so angry that he grabbed the cat The back of his neck was raised in front of his eyes: "Don't rub him! Do you hear me?"

He stared at him with dark eyes, then opened his mouth softly to "meow".

"I don't understand what you're calling me."

From the corner of the eye, Zhan Zhao was holding a sword, with a half smile on his face, Shi Yin pursed his lips, and handed the cat back to him reluctantly.

"I'm telling you...don't do anything weird."

Zhan Zhao frowned and glanced at him, hugged the cat without saying a word, and said goodbye with a slight nod.

Walking all the way to the mountain gate, a welcoming monk saluted him. Zhan Zhao stopped and bowed his head in return.

There were many pilgrims in the temple, and the monks were very busy walking around, but because he was holding a cat in his arms, he stood out among the crowd.After all, very few people bring their own cats when they come to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

There were frequent surprised looks from all around, Zhan Zhao felt helpless and could only sigh, hoping that Nian Yi would recognize that person sooner.

Although there were quite a few monks coming and going, they were all ordinary monks. Since the man was an eminent monk, he would definitely look for it in the main hall or side hall. Zhan Zhao raised his eyes and looked around, and the cat in his arms followed him.

It was almost noon, there were no trees outside the main hall, and the sun was shining down on people, so I couldn't lift my eyelids for a long time.

Zhan Zhao raised his hands to cover his eyes, and was about to enter the hall, when his chin suddenly felt warm, and a ball of fluffy things kept rubbing against his face.

"what happened?"

Looking down, he found two watery eyes staring at him without blinking, Zhan Zhao was slightly startled, it was hard for him to believe that it was Nian Yi...

"meow"

Unable to speak, she just kept pushing her head against him, and finally climbed onto his shoulder, and tapped his forehead lightly on his lips a few times.

"Are you thirsty?" he guessed.

The white cat looked at him, nodded expectantly.

It turned out to be thirsty...

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes to look elsewhere, and saw a young monk coming out with tea, so he hurried forward.

"Does the benefactor want to drink tea?"

Zhan Zhao didn't think much about it: "It's for my cat."

"Oh." The monk put down the teapot and was about to take a spoon to scoop it into the bucket, but he hurriedly stopped him: "It can't drink this, you just give it tea."

When he thought the water in the bucket was dirty, the young monk held a wooden spoon and explained: "Our water is very clean."

He frowned, obviously not wanting to explain further: "It only drinks tea, you get a cup."

"This..." I probably didn't expect his cat to be so expensive, and the little monk felt a little worried.

Zhan Zhao took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to him, "I'll just buy the cup."

Weighing the copper coins in his hand, the little monk hurriedly said with a smile: "Thank you, benefactor!"

He quickly turned around and took the teacup from the table, poured a full cup and handed it to Zhan Zhao.

At the end, I added a thoughtful sentence: "The water is warm, not hot."

Since it was inconvenient to feed her by hand, Zhan Zhao carefully placed the cat on the ground, put the teacup on it, and quietly waited for her to finish drinking.

Perhaps he had never seen someone so generous to a cat, so the little monk couldn't help but stand aside and look at it.Although it looks like a white cat that can be seen everywhere, the sun shines on its fur, and it glistens. Looking at its appearance again, for some reason, it feels a little different from ordinary cats.

"Benefactor, you cat..." The little monk scratched his head, carefully considered his words, and praised without hesitation, "You are so beautiful!"

"I've never seen such a beautiful cat!"

He was originally a beautiful person, and he was not consciously so delicate when he was attached to the cat. No wonder others felt this way.

Zhan Zhao shook his head, hugged the sword and smiled without saying a word.

After drinking two cups of tea in a blink of an eye, the white cat sat up straight and carefully wiped its mouth with its hands. Then it turned around and darted into his arms nimbly.

"Excuse me, please leave."

"The benefactor, go slowly." The little monk was still looking at the cat in his hand.

In the afternoon, the secluded place of Foguang Temple.

A young monk in the courtyard was sweeping fallen leaves. When he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw an old monk stepping in. He hurriedly bowed his head:

"Uncle Xuan Ming."

The old monk nodded, "Where's your master?"

"Master is chanting scriptures in the meditation room."

"Oh, good." Hearing this, he lifted his robe and walked into the room.

The sun shines through the window lattice, and the room alternates between light and dark. An old monk with a white beard is sitting on the futon, tapping the wooden fish lightly, and twirling the beads one by one in his hand.

"Brother."

The old monk stood behind him, and said calmly, "These days, do you want to go out and take shelter?"