Everyone owes me a favor

When being pulled up from the corridor by Ruyi who was rushing towards him, Feng Ruyi couldn't stand still and threw himself into his arms.

Feng Rugu smiled heartlessly at Ru: "Oh."

His face was like frost, his thin lips were pursed white, the hand holding Feng Ruyuan's right wrist trembled faintly, and a crack was found in the red sandalwood in his mouth.

Feng Rugu didn't seem to know what he was angry about: "What's wrong? So you're not called Little Hongchen?"

After finishing speaking, he muttered: "Brother, he won't lie to me."

Hearing the word "senior brother", Ruyi's expression softened for a moment, and the hostility in his body dropped sharply.

"Looks right." Feng Ruyuan took a step forward, "With my seniority, it doesn't seem wrong to call you Xiaohongchen, right? I didn't expect the master to react so strongly and love you so much, Feng Er was really flattered .”

It was only then that Ruyi realized that he had lost his temper just now, so he shook Feng Ruyuan's hand and immediately let go.

Feng Rugu refused to let him go, and approached him step by step with his hands behind his back, his voice was hoarse after waking up in the morning, which was perfect for teasing people: "There is a saying in the Shurangama Sutra, 'You love my heart , I pity your color, because of fate, after hundreds of thousands of kalpas, you are always bound', although Feng Er loves freedom, but if Master Ruyi is willing to use himself as a chain, Feng Er would not mind being bound for the rest of his life..."

He took a step forward, but Ruyi was forced to take a step back.

In the end, Ruyi was forced to the edge of the corridor, took a staggered step, and almost missed the steps.

Seeing his loss of composure, Feng Ruyuan laughed out loud as if he had succeeded.

The cheeks like frost and snow were stained with a slightly embarrassing red, which made the red mole on the earlobe even more vivid.

He waved his sleeves and left without saying a word.

Feng Ruyuan watched his back until he completely disappeared among the green shadows, then he took the hand behind his back to his front.

Jing Sanchai's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "You treat him with good intentions."

Feng Rugu didn't turn his head back: "When did you wake up?"

Jing Sanchai was lying by the window, her hair was uncombed, and the corners of her eyes were still red with a hangover: "When you were held down by him."

Feng Rugu said: "Listening to the foot of the wall, pus will flow from the ears."

Jing Sanchai retorted: "To lure a monk to break the precepts, the sky will be struck by lightning."

Feng Ruyuan cried out for injustice: "Heaven and Earth have a conscience, I don't have one."

Jing Sanchai leaned on the window sill and jumped out of the window, while tearing him apart: "The conscience of heaven and earth is not your conscience. You don't have a conscience at all."

He looked at the direction where he disappeared: "You really care about him. Why?"

Feng Rugu: "How do you see it? I just like to see the little monk still feel ashamed."

Jing Sanchai: "Come on. We've known each other since you were picked up by your master, you don't need to play tricks on me.... You didn't want to make him talk just now, did you?"

Jing Sanchai said again: "I have walked the rivers and lakes. I am not considered to be knowledgeable in everything, but also to be well-informed. That bald donkey is from Hanshan Temple. As far as I know, the temple regulations of Hanshan Temple have always been strict, and they like to delete, delete, and modify the temple regulations. Until last year, there were a total of 35 temple regulations. One of them stated that breaking the precepts during closed mouth meditation is disrespectful to the Buddha and an act of bad conduct. You need to punish yourself with ten lashes. You are clearly afraid that he will break the precepts , just to grab the white, isn’t it?”

Feng Rugu yawned, and said casually, "Ah, is there such a thing?"

Jing Sanchai was silent for a long while, looking at his expression, he was considering whether he should smoke to death, who was pretending to be confused: "I was so drunk last night that I forgot to ask you.... Is he that person?"

"Which one?"

Jing Sanchai's face contorted for a moment, but she finally held back her breath: "At that time, you said that you would not die, and you promised a person to return to the present world alive, and the one who took him home..."

Feng Ruyuan said lazily, "I forgot."

Jing Sanchai saw that he didn't eat oil and salt, jumped up angrily, and stretched out his hand to beat him: "Why are you pretending to be stupid for me!"

Feng Ruyuan raised his arm to block it, but as if he had been hit by some sore spot, he suddenly took a deep breath.

Jing Sanchai immediately forgot to be angry: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ruyuan rolled up his sleeves, only to see a large area of ​​red on his right wrist, with white marks of finger marks appearing faintly.

Jing Sanchai's face changed slightly: "...he hurt you?"

Feng Ruyuan turned his wrist and blew, and said nonchalantly, "He didn't dare. Have you forgotten? I have never been beaten since I was a child, and it will happen if I drop it or knock it."

This is the truth, Feng Rugu is a good swordsman, but at the same time he is an out-and-out glass man.

Jing Sanchai spat at him: "A swordsman, so weak, has the face to boast."

Feng Rugu said: "Why can't you boast? I am a born son and young master, with a delicate body and a noble body. People like you will not understand."

Jing Sanchai: "...you are really not afraid of being beaten to death by me."

Feng Ruyuan put down his sleeves to cover his wrists, and said with a smile, "No, I haven't paid off the debt I owe you."

……

On the other side, Ruyi hurriedly walked until he reached a secluded place before he stood firm, closed his eyes and meditated.

When Chuchu heard the sound of "Little Hongchen", Ruyi suddenly thought it was his adoptive father calling him, so he was distracted for a while, and rushed to have a look, only to be disappointed.

But that relaxed and lazy tone reminded Ruyi of when he was still young.

——Father got drunk, knocked himself on the head with chopsticks, and sang the lyrics he made up for himself with a smile. Feeling thirsty, hugging the pillow and refusing to get up, coquettishly yelling about having a headache, sipping a "Little Red Dust" and calling him to pour water.

Just now, Yun Zhongjun's tone is indeed a bit similar to when his adoptive father called him.

But if you think about it, it's funny.

Could it be that he didn't recognize the foster father's face?

Perhaps because of missing him so much, he actually admitted the person who should not have been mistaken the most.

……

Jing Sanchai could tell that Feng Rugu had a close relationship with that great monk named Ruyi.

But since he deliberately concealed it, he didn't want to talk too much.

After they settled Xiao Moxiu, they were about to leave.

Jing Sanchai asked Feng Rugu, "Where do you plan to go next?"

Feng Rugu said, "Go to Mizhi Mountain."

"Mizhi Mountain? That's not bad." Jing Sanchai said casually, "Go at this season, you should be able to catch up with a lively event."

"What's the matter?"

Jing Sanchai sighed: "Their three-year rewarding ceremony for the gods will start in these two days. I heard that the scale is huge and mysterious. I have always wanted to see it, but I have a lot of things recently, so why don't you come here?" I am troublesome, it seems that I can only wait for the next three years."

... Pay God?

Even Luo Fuchun heard some clues, and exchanged a glance with Sang Luojiu.

After the man in black killed 16 people in a row, he placed a beech leaf under the tree where Miss Wensan hung her head.

Mizhi Mountain, where the monks of Hanshan Temple were buried, is the only place where beech leaves are abundant among the [-] places where the monks were killed, and there is actually a suspicious-sounding grand event about to be held in this place.

It seems... that the man in black is deliberately inducing their direction of action?

Sang Luojiu whispered to Feng Rugu: "Master, shall we still go?"

Feng Ruyi, holding a bong in his left hand, held the cigarette holder in his mouth. Instead of answering Sang Luojiu's question, he turned his head and asked Ruyi: "Master, I have a terrible headache. You decide whether to go or not."

Sang Luo didn't know for a long time why the master asked for Ruyi's opinion, but he still turned to Ruyi: "... layman?"

Ruyi originally stood quietly on one side, but after being called, he just nodded lightly.

go with.

That was the place where the disciples of Hanshan Temple died tragically for no reason. Since the clues left by the murderer pointed to this place intentionally, then as the monk protecting the temple, he had no reason not to go.

... Although when he heard the word "rewarding God", boredom and anxiety rose uncontrollably in his heart.

This feeling, from the time they came to the ancient city of Shuisheng at the foot of Mizhi Mountain, and heard the suona sound of Fushenwu, it was like a snake, wrapping around Ruyi's heart coldly.

He didn't show it on his face, but the malice that the Buddha didn't allow surged up layer by layer in his heart.

Ruyi was so tired of all the gods that when he first entered the Buddhist hall, when he heard the sound of chanting sutras, he felt irritable and unbearable.

The reason goes back to a few years ago, when he was just born.

23 years ago, he was born in a remote mountain village.

The day he was born was also the day when his mother collapsed and died.

The father died violently for no reason when his mother was just pregnant. As soon as he landed, he took his mother away.

Such a fate of a lone star should have been hated by others, but his birth did not bring bad luck, but instead became the hope of the whole family.

My grandfather wrapped him in swaddling clothes with blood, dirt and umbilical cord on him, and sent him to the blessing place of the temple in the mountain, and presented him with the birthday horoscope written by my husband.

Miao Zhu touched his forehead, smiled and praised "OK", then hugged him into it, and purified himself with divine water.

Since then, he has never seen any relatives including his grandfather.

He has no name, only a code name, "one".

Because he is food for God, like a caged animal, no one is free enough to name a chicken or a pig.

In the village, there is a "god" who has blessed everyone for decades.

The gods have descended on this village decades ago, and with the magical powers of calling the wind and rain and reviving the vegetation, the land here is kept fertile, and the residents can reap good crops and enjoy their careers without much labor.

God's condition is that the villagers should build an altar and regularly offer sacrifices to the children born at the Yin hour, and he will take the souls of the children to his side and ask the children to be his Taoist boys and do things for him. They will also absorb the fairy spirit from him, and soon their souls will be able to ascend to the fairyland and become a fairy boy.

On the one hand, there are good days when you can eat and drink enough even without hard work, and on the other hand, you can have as many children as you want, and the people in this closed mountain village naturally fell to the former in unison.

It is not easy to have children in cloudy times, but we can always find a way if we work together and pool our brains.

The village women have been educated since they were young, as long as they lie down and spread their legs, and know how to pick the time to give birth, they will have endless good days.

Most mountain people think that this is a very good thing. Children can become fairy children, and they can live happily in the world, and both parties can obtain happiness. Why not do it.

However, there are also mountain people who are curious and have dug up the bones of the so-called "fairy children", and found that they will also rot and worm, and turn into bones, without any signs of "climbing to the fairy".

But so what?

A god who can rain and bring a good harvest is a good god.

After being worshiped reverently by the mountain people for several years, the god made a new request.

Children born in Yinshi Yinji are good, but the best ones are children born in Yinshi Yinji and grow up to nine years old, and the more "pure" the better.

The so-called "pure" refers to those who are ignorant of human language, ignorant of world affairs, ignorant in mind, free from impurities, transparent in soul, and true children of nature.

God’s requirements are not excessive, and everyone naturally wants to meet them.

So, they had a temple, and a temple dedicated to raising children.

Which family gave birth to a child with a cloudy time, and was afraid of developing feelings, so they took the child to Miaozhu after birth, and after cleansing, they were raised by Miaozhu until they were nine years old, during which time they still used Yinshi Babies born in the shadows are sacrificed until the first batch of raised children grow up to nine years old, and a ceremony to reward the gods will be held in the mountains, and the children will be killed to sacrifice to the gods.

"Yi" was quiet since he was a child, seldom crying, and after fading the wrinkled appearance of a newborn, his eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful and pleasing, so he was selected into the inner hall by the temple.

The so-called inner hall is actually a huge cell, only one side is wedged with a small window with iron bars for ventilation.

He grew up in this cell with the other sacrifices.

Their diet is the best in the whole village, and three meals a day are brought in by the temple.

They only know how to sing the song of rewarding the gods, which is the only thing they can "learn" here. Babbling to learn.

Other than that, their only contact with the outside world was the occasional chatter from the villagers outside the temple.

Some of them are smart, like "One", who can barely understand human speech, but none of them can learn to speak.

The sacrifices were raised in a ignorant way, not knowing where they were going, and not even very interested in the outside world, thinking that people should be like them and not go anywhere.

Among the children, only "Yi" likes to look outside, looking at the stringed and round moon in the sky, and the occasional sparrows perched by the bars, thinking vaguely, what is this, what is this again; why do they move, why do they move? Can come and go.

When "Yi" was seven years old, some children violated their parents' warning, ran to the back of the temple, lay on the window, pointed at them, and laughed.

A room full of small sacrifices in white robes looked at these strange faces in confusion, a little flustered.

Seeing that they were weak and deceptive, the children outside teased them more and more brazenly, saying that they were pigs raised by the whole mountain people, and threw stones into the hut.

Everyone was stunned, until the stone broke a child's head, and blood ran down the cheek.

He covered his head and howled from the sharp pain.

"One" stood up and walked to the window.

Sensing the movement of the "pig" inside, the leading child stopped everyone from throwing stones, walked to the window, and boldly rolled his eyes at "Yi" and stuck out his tongue.

"One" tilted his head, watching his movements curiously.

Seeing "Yi"'s expression, the child became more and more excited, and hooked his finger at him: "You, come here."

"One" walked forward obediently.

The child reached out to snatch his belt, but because the gap was too small, he couldn't reach in, so he said to "Yi", "You, come here a little more."

"Yi" noticed his gaze, looked down at his belt, vaguely guessed his intention, pointed to the belt, and asked if he wanted it.

The child laughed and said, "Little piggy, you are so good. Give it to me quickly."

"Yi" could understand the word "give", so he raised his hand to hold his hand that was stuck outside the window and couldn't get in, and dragged it into the narrow pane with lightning speed, asking him to come and get it.

The child's arm ran over the bars, making a crisp sound of bones snapping.

He suddenly burst into loud screams and howls.

"One" opened his eyes wide.

He thought, how could he bark just like us.

This is the only interesting discovery in "Yi"'s dull life.

Those outside who look the same as them can hurt, cry, and scream, just like them.

But why are they outside and they are inside.

The child who caused trouble was naturally reprimanded.

And as an important sacrifice, he also got the greatest gift.

"One" grew up to the age of nine without any wind or waves.

One day, he changed into excellent plain clothes and was taken out of the hut by Miao Zhu.

Together with him, there were two other children who were born almost at the same time as him.

He was taken to the altar covered with red cloth, the altar was empty, and there were three yellow deep-belly copper plates on it, which were empty, and the little heads of three children would be placed on it for the gods to enjoy.

All the people in the village, old and young, gathered under the stage with torches to make a wish.

The children were sent here as soon as they were born, so they didn't know who the three children on the stage were, which saved them from unnecessary heartache, and left them full of piety.

The "one" in Suyi is tied on the far right.

Miao Zhu asked the three tied up children to sing the song of rewarding the gods, and they sang.

"Yi" was more interested in the large group of people singing carols in front of him, just staring at them, singing not very attentively.

At the end of the song, Miao Zhu silently recited difficult scriptures, holding a small ox-eared sharp knife, walked up to the first child from the left, and cut off his neck.

The child whose hands and feet were tied turned his head to one side, and then fell silent, and the "holy blood" in his throat poured into the copper vat held in the other hand like a fountain.

The remaining two children didn't know what this meant, they just stared blankly.

After draining a basin of blood, Miao Zhu took a velvet cloth to wipe the knife god, took a brand new copper basin, and walked in front of the second child.

Unexpectedly, a scream broke out from the crowd: "It's on fire!!!"

The fire fell in a strange way, as if the punishment of God had fallen, it was not ignited by a single fire, but burned every house in an instant, the sky was full of sparks flying like wild butterflies, reflecting half of the sky red, and the image of hell like the red lotus of karma was hidden.

Everyone didn't care about offering sacrifices to the gods anymore, and rushed home crying and shouting to save valuable property.

The people under the stage walked cleanly in an instant.

Seeing that his home was also on fire, Miao Zhu couldn't help panicking. He turned around to look at the two sacrifices who were tied tightly, thinking that they would not escape, so he also threw the sharp knife and plunged into the flames.

After Miao Zhu ran away, a black figure jumped onto the altar from the side, and first untied the child beside "Yi".

Unexpectedly, the child was not curious about who saved him, but was more interested in the fire. He stumbled and ran towards the fire. The black shadow said hello twice, but found that it was too late for him to catch up, and he was afraid of losing time and being discovered. He had no choice but to knock him out with a palm, put him on his back, and seized no time to untie the rope for "Yi".

"One" looked at the mask he was wearing.

It was a clown mask that could be seen everywhere in the market, but he had never seen it before. It was colorfully painted, so funny.

The desperate cries of the mountain people who could not return to heaven came from the fire, and the heat of the attack had already reached the altar.

The scorching fire blows up the ugly boy's long black hair.

While untying the rope, he talked to a flower exuding a beautiful aura: "Junior Sister Yan, I traveled to a remote place. I heard that there were people offering sacrifices to the mountain god, so I came to see the excitement. Unexpectedly, the demon on this god The anger is soaring, and it is all over the mountain. It should be the demon head of the blood sect. He hid in this deep mountain corner, established himself as a god, and absorbed the essence and blood of children to practice. Because of the name of the god, he has not been discovered for so many years .”

After finishing speaking, he hugged "Yi" who had been untied from the torture rack, and walked step by step towards a safe shelter in the spreading firelight.

The mournful cry in the wind and his voice spread into the flowers together.

A girl's voice came from inside: "...Little brother, what did you do?"

The ugly boy was wearing flames, and he didn't turn his head: "Since he can create a god, I can also destroy a god. Now it's just the first step to destroy a god. Since the whole village has its own sins, then ..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and said with a smile, "...I deserve what they deserve."

"Yi" stared at him blankly, he didn't know what was driving him, and told him to raise his hand, and lifted off the boy's mask.

The boy who was talking to the girl was caught off guard and his mask was taken off, and he lowered his head in astonishment, meeting the eyes of the child in his arms.

The young man with picturesque features who walked out of the flames smiled brightly after a short period of sluggishness: "...Oh, I've been caught."

"Yi" had never seen such a lively and youthful smile, and he was so fascinated that he couldn't make any sound.

... He thought, if this is the word of God, he would be willing to be taken away by him and be by his side, even if he doesn't ascend for the rest of his life.