Everyone owes me a favor

Faced with the sudden softness of the man who was as cold as steel, Feng Ruyuan became confused.

...does it hurt?

It must be painful, right?

Ten years ago, Feng Rugu knew for the first time that pain would burrow into his stomach.

During the first month of recuperating in bed, the world in front of him dimmed half, and he couldn’t drink the medicine soup or take the pills. explode.

The most intuitive symptom that fell on him was throwing up whatever he ate.Vomit without eating.

To make matters worse, he ran out privately and found that his little Hongchen had disappeared.

Feng Rugu was lying on the bed, thinking about where he could go alone, as if the whole world had turned upside down, only to realize that he had vomited again.

It must have been a tough time, because even Feng Rugu himself didn't know how he got through it.

But after getting over it, looking back and thinking about it, it was okay.

"...It's okay." Feng Ruzhi described the repeated vomiting ten years ago according to his memories, and used an analogy, "That feeling...is almost like eating something bad."

Ruyi frowned.

Feng Ruyu said sincerely: "Really."

Ruyi said in a deep voice: "Does Master Yunzhong regard me as a three-year-old child?"

It was an eye, half flesh, how dare he understate it so lightly?

Moreover, this kind of understatement is nothing more than treating him as an outsider, unwilling to answer in detail, and perfunctory.

Ru Yi couldn't tell whether he was annoyed by Feng Ruyu's playful attitude, or because he regarded him as an outsider, and pulled the monk's robe on his chest, trying to relieve the indelible, mountain-like suffocation in his chest.

Feng Rugu looked at him pursing his lips, annoyed and funny.

Good monk, why are you so angry?

"The injury from ten years ago, how can I really forget the pain." Feng Ruyuan said innocently, "If it were you, would you remember that thing? Forget it early."

This is not bad, but Ruyi's expression is getting more and more inappropriate.

He treated himself well tonight, Feng Rugu didn't want to quarrel with him, he crossed his arms and smiled brightly: "Master Ruyi, do you have any other questions?"

This is driving people away.

Ruyi also saw through that he was completely controlled by magic.

No matter what Feng Ruyu answered, his heart bewitched by evil obstacles would not be satisfied.

He knew that he was under such unbearable sorcery, so he shouldn't have come, and he should stay far away from Feng Ruyu, the farther the better.

...It's just that tonight, the symptoms got worse.

After he hissed a blast of hot air, he felt dizzy and had to stretch out his hand to support the door frame.

Feng Rugu saw that his body was shaking, and reached out to help him: "What's the matter?"

Ruyi's senses were invisibly magnified a hundred times for no reason, and Feng Ruzhi's cold fingertips grasped his arm, as if he was holding his heart.

He reacted quickly, sweeping Kaifeng's hand that made waves in his heart with a palm.

Feng Ruyuan's hand was slapped with a slight bone sound.

As soon as he recalled all the stupid things he did tonight, he knew that he had lost his composure tonight, so he could only cover it up in a muffled voice: "I was so stupid because I was drinking."

Feng Rugu covered his hands, his mind turned slightly, and his brows furrowed: "It's too late for you to get drunk."

As he said that, he was going to hold Ruyi's hand to see if there was anything wrong with him, but Ruyi pushed him away again.

He had lost control of his palms, Feng Rugu was pushed back a few steps by him, his knees hit the stool before he fell down and almost fell to the ground.

Feng Rugu knew something was wrong, so he called out, "Hong Chen!"

However, his little Hongchen had stumbled out of the hospital.

Feng Rugu chased after him for a few steps, but soon lost his trace.

——Beside the stone arch where his figure disappeared, a palm depression about half an inch deep was added!

……

Although the Qingyang faction is sparsely populated, fortunately, it has a relatively large area.

Guan didn't know that the welcome scene this time was really big, even Haijing got a private courtyard.

As soon as he returned to his small courtyard, his gait was already faltering.

His sanity was no longer strong enough to support him to understand the fact of the voodoo in his body, so he took off his shoes indiscriminately, then rolled onto the bed, lay on his side, and muttered sutras in his mouth to calm his anger: "My heart I vow to liberate all sentient beings, I vow to end my afflictions, I vow to learn the Dharma Gate of my own nature, I vow to achieve the supreme Buddha way of my own nature—”

But what's the use.

Buddhist scriptures have never been able to cure his heart disease.

This disease has taken root in his heart since he separated from his adoptive father at the age of 13, and there is no cure for it.

Young You Hongchen, from the day he bid farewell to his adoptive father, he only did one thing.

——Wait for foster father to come back.

In fact, while waiting, he also did many other things.

At midnight, he would get up, put on his clothes alone, tie up his trousers, and run around the city and around the city. After taking a bath, he would practice calligraphy with a pen.

Every day he needs to learn fifty characters, half of running script and half of cursive script.

The adoptive father didn't ask him to practice regular script, saying that regular script was in the right place horizontally and vertically, which was rather boring, so he just obeyed and didn't practice.

Sheet by sheet of rice paper is stacked, and over time, a mountain of literature is gradually piled up.

This is just his morning homework.

He doesn't like to take a nap. He is afraid that he will not be energetic in the afternoon, so he spends his time in meditation.

In the afternoon, it was two hours of Fengling swordsmanship practice.

After dinner, he would talk to the wall for a while.

He started to learn to speak at the age of nine, and practiced nine years less than ordinary people. This ability is not very proficient and needs to be consolidated.

You Hongchen was worried that when his adoptive father came back, he would forget how to speak and be bored by his adoptive father.

At noon, he went to bed.

You Hongchen lay on the bed, looking back on the day, thinking hard, but couldn't think of what he had done specifically.

All he knew was that another day had passed, and maybe his adoptive father would come back tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he rejoiced, turned over, and lifted a corner of the heavy brocade mattress, revealing the shallow scratches carefully drawn on the bed, and added a stroke on it with thin and evenly trimmed nails, and it was considered a complete day .

Unexpectedly, the adoptive father promised to return in three to five days, but he never returned.

Half a month after his adoptive father left, every night before going to bed, You Hongchen would huddle into a ball anxiously, wondering if he had done anything that made his adoptive father dissatisfied, or said anything naive and self-willed before his adoptive father left. If it is, you will not fall asleep until you confirm that it is not there.

He unreasonably believed that maybe tomorrow, when he opened his eyes, he would be able to find a foster father by his side who was dusty and sleeping in his clothes.

Therefore, every day when he got up early, he would close his eyes and touch the couch slowly to make sure that no one was there before opening his eyes and continuing his unchanging waiting time.

News in the world moves very slowly. When the news that more than a hundred disciples of the Taoist sect have fallen into the ruins reached this small town, You Hongchen had already drawn 27 or [-] marks on the bed.

He couldn't sit still.

Because he heard the word "Fengling" in the rumors.

The two apprentices of Fengling Xiaoyaojun are sealed as before, and they are trapped in the world with all the disciples, and their life and death are unknown.

He had heard the name before, but it had nothing to do with him.

You Hongchen started to pack his bags, he was afraid of being a adoptive father, he was afraid that his adoptive father would feel sad for his younger brother, so he had to rush to his adoptive father.

Before the adoptive father left, he left almost all the money on his body to him.

In the past, when the father and father went out, the adoptive father always carried him on his back, and the two of them shared the same sword, so You Hongchen was not very proficient in the matter of Yujian.

For the journey of thousands of miles, he first relied on his self-awareness of a little swordsmanship, then relied on a carriage, and finally relied on his feet. Finally, after three days, he arrived at the boundary marker of Fengling Mountain.

At that time, it was raining heavily, but You Hongchen didn't even want to hold an umbrella, for fear that an umbrella would block his steps and make him see his adoptive father a little later.

He trekked up the mountain, explored into the secret realm of Fengling, and explored all the way up the mountain.

In an emergency, Fengling was heavily guarded, and the disciples guarding the mountain sensed the strange aura from afar, so they didn't dare to be negligent, so they immediately put their swords down in front of him, looked at him, and asked sharply, "Who is it!"

You Hongchen's long hair was already wet from the drizzle, and his brows and eyes looked extra soft: "I, I'm looking for my adoptive father... I'm looking for a man named Chang Boning."

"Senior Brother Bo Ning?" The disciple guarding the mountain recognized that there was no demonic aura in him, and before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he was confused by his title of "foster father", "Little guy, do you recognize our senior brother?"

When You Hongchen talked to outsiders, his tone was unavoidably jerky: "I recognize him. If you say, my name is You Hongchen, he will know who I am....Please."

"Eldest brother is ill..." Shoushan disciple showed a look of embarrassment on his face, "If you are a young master of a certain family who he has rescued in the past and wants to come to repay his debt, please go back. He has no time to see you. "

A thunderstorm fell from the sky, and You Hongchen's expression changed suddenly: "What happened to foster father?!"

The disciple guarding the mountain had no intention of laughing at his strange title of "foster father", and he had no intention of explaining a lot to a strange boy: "Because of the matter of sealing up the second senior brother, he forced... hey, you may not understand if I tell you, anyway, he vomited blood again yesterday I stayed up all night, Mr. Xiaoyao persuaded me, I just went to sleep for half an hour, and I have to get up again..."

You Hongchen couldn't take it anymore, he immediately wanted to go in, go to his adoptive father, and stay with him.

Even if it's just sitting outside his hall, with cats on its feet, doing nothing.

For his adoptive father, this bit of consolation should be there.

The disciples guarding the mountain did not dare to let him go in lightly, but seeing that he was still young and went up the mountain in the rain, he couldn't bear it, and prepared to go inside to report.

After walking a few steps towards the door, he turned back and handed You Hongchen an umbrella, while he himself was drenched in the rain and rushed into the ancient and solemn mountain palace.

You Hongchen quickly forgot about having an umbrella in his hand.

He was holding the umbrella and waiting eagerly.

And half a moment later, what he was looking forward to was a cold sentence from the guarding disciple: "You go."

You Hongchen couldn't believe it: "Father... told me to go?"

The guarding disciple's attitude became much colder, and he looked at You Hongchen suspiciously, and snatched the never-opened umbrella from him: "Brother Bo Ning said he didn't know anyone named You Hongchen."

You Hongchen thought about all kinds of words after seeing his adoptive father, and hoped for thousands of figures walking towards him with open arms, which immediately turned into a dream.

He wondered in a daze, did his adoptive father think that he had come too late?

Then he should apologize to his adoptive father...

You Hongchen was insane in his heart, he walked like no one else, intending to step into the gate of Fengling Mountain.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciple immediately drew his sword.

You Hongchen didn't even look at him, he stretched out a finger with his backhand, the sword intent was like cold electricity, piercing the sky together with the lightning in the sky, and immediately knocked the disciple ten feet away!

Immediately, there was noise at the mountain gate.

After all, You Hongchen had no intention of hurting anyone, and more than a dozen disciples realized that his cultivation was extraordinary, so they didn't dare to underestimate him, so they immediately besieged him, and within ten rounds, he was taken down, and half of his face was ruthlessly pressed into the mud .

The world is quiet.

You Hongchen unconsciously grasped the lump of mud under his palm, one ear was soaked in the muddy water, and temporarily lost his hearing, while the other side was covered by the sound of rain all over the sky.

He felt himself tied to a boulder and then thrown into the water, helpless and sinking.

However, in the sound of water filling the world, he found a life-saving straw.

"...Brother Boning!"

There was a gleam of light in You Hongchen's eyes.

Is it... foster father?

The adoptive father is not angry anymore, has he come to pick him up?

The visitor answered, and it really was the voice that had entered his dreams many times: "Tell Master, I'm going to find the entrance to the world."

"Senior Brother Boning, your body—"

Chang Boning said: "Do as you want."

After finishing speaking, he walked out, and when he got closer, he realized that the atmosphere here was different: "Why?"

Just now the mountain guard disciple rubbed his chest and approached, pointed at You Hongchen on the ground, and complained: "Senior Brother Chang, this kid is causing trouble here, and he insists on looking for you! I can't explain it to him! Tell him yourself, but Do you recognize this man named 'You Hongchen'?"

"I don't know."

Chang Boning spoke lightly and neatly, as if it was true.

You Hongchen was infatuated for a moment, and he couldn't understand what those three words meant.

Chang Boning was dressed in light fur, but his voice was mixed with shortness of breath, so the tone sounded very strange.

Is this person... really the foster father?

Chang Boning didn't have time to care about You Hongchen's mood, so he raised his foot and wanted to go out.

The disciple who kept the mountain still wanted to ask for a proper way to deal with it: "This world of mortals..."

"I've already said, I don't know You Hongchen!" Chang Boning's mind was too disturbed, and he was repeatedly disturbed by this irrelevant trifle. He turned around suddenly, a thin layer of anger appeared on his snow-white cheeks, "My junior brother is in danger, There is only one him in my heart, and I don't recognize anyone else!"

Chang Boning seldom loses his temper, he just said something loudly, and the others lowered their heads in shock and shame, only You Hongchen, with one eye on the muddy water, stared at him.

Chang Boning lowered his head, stabilized his mind, threw out the Tangdi sword, stood on the sword against the wind and rain, and looked down at the child in the muddy water, adding a little helplessness in his voice: "It's just a Son, why bother to treat him like this. Just please go down the mountain."

……

You Hongchen walked down Fengling step by step as if sleepwalking.

As he walked, the pain became more and more painful, and he was so helpless that he couldn't speak.

The foster father broke You Hongchen into two halves with a few words.

His body went down the mountain, but his soul remained in Fengling.

The rain poured on his chest like an empty shell.

You Hongchen could even hear the "empty" sound coming from inside after his body was washed by the rain.

You Hongchen kept walking until the rain stopped and it was dark.

He watched the clouds at the second watch, the moon at the third watch, and the sky at the fourth watch, which changed in turn and followed the right way.

Only him, the land is vast and the sky is long, and he does not know the way back.

You Hongchen thought sensibly that the adoptive father was just busy and impatient.

He knew that the younger brother named "Feng Rugu" was very important to his adoptive father. In the past, he often mentioned it to himself, and his speech was full of concealed pride and careful temptation, as if he was afraid that he would not like him.

That's right, the adoptive father was just in a bad mood, and I just happened to cause trouble for him.

Then, he can go back to the place they agreed upon, guard his adoptive father from a distance, and wait forever.

...as long as...as long as he will come again.

You Hongchen returned to that inn, changed to a lower-class room, and became a vegetarian every day, wanting to wait one more day, one more day.

The fifty big characters he practiced every day became a hundred; the two hours of sword practice became four hours.

He didn't want to spend his time thinking about it and adding to the pain.

However, soon, he didn't need to think about it anymore.

While waiting day after day, Xiao Hongchen came across a fact:

... The adoptive father really doesn't want him anymore.

Gradually, You Hongchen fell in love with a person he had never met.

Because he took his adoptive father away, and also broke up his courage to find his adoptive father again.

Later, when he ran out of money, he left the inn, wandered the streets, met a wandering old monk, and let him go.

Afterwards, he buried his love deeply in his heart and refused to show it to others easily.

But at this moment, thousands of threads of love broke through the barrier in his heart, entangled his heart, and entangled him until he couldn't breathe.

The word love is like the root of desire.

As the name suggests, he can't get rid of the world of mortals, and can't understand Maha. The past ten years have been upside down.

He bit the bed sheet under his body tightly, and the bed sheet was stretched by his bite, and a small piece was warm and wet on it.

Ruyi paralyzed himself by relying on vague scriptures in vain: "The body is like flames, born from craving; the body is like an illusion, born from inversions; the body is like a dream, born from false views..."

Vaguely, he heard someone calling himself: "Ruyi—Little Hongchen! How are you?"

...Since ten years ago, no one in the world has called Hong Chen.

Who is calling him?

Ruyi took a deep breath and barely opened his eyes.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, a strange emotion surged in his chest, not like disappointment, but not like joy.

Why him?

It is obvious that he took away the adoptive father and made the adoptive father all belong to him.

Why, at this moment, the love and hatred in my chest are boiling because of him?

Ruyi stared at Feng Rugu who broke into the door, chaotically chant: "External separation is Zen, internal stability is concentration, external Zen and internal concentration are for meditation—"

Seeing this, Feng Rugu felt like a mirror in his heart, and started to unbutton his monk's robe: "Wait a minute, Hongchen, I'll make you feel better right away—"

Before he finished speaking, the person who was still reciting the meaning of Zen just now dragged him down with all his strength, and when he turned over, he was heavily pressed under him.

There are endless sutras in his mouth: "All the evil karma I have done in the past are all born of beginningless greed, hatred and ignorance, born from body, speech and mind, and I repent everything now..."

After saying that, Feng Rugu's lips were slightly warm, and a piece of warmth gently bit his lips.

He was horrified in his heart, his eyes widened, he was numb in his arms for a moment, just about to resist, he touched his lower back with both hands.

——The hands that lit the green lantern, turned over the scriptures, and swept the stupa touched the heart of the red lotus on his lower back, and pressed it down accurately.