The monk who is going to cross me is bent

Leaving the warm farmhouse like spring, I stepped into the cold wind in the middle of the night.

Pan Mountain is not far ahead, but Chi Wang has never felt that he is so close to it.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, he had seen the road up the mountain countless times in the past 700 years. This time, it might really be different.

As soon as he took a step, the cold female voice of the system suddenly sounded: "Yuchi Wang, you used medical skills not long ago to extend the life of people who do not meet the dying conditions..."

The female voice with no ups and downs actually smiled strangely, "Oh, for the sake of getting acquainted, the punishment this time is to deduct half of your energy and postpone it for half an hour for you. When it is ugly, it will be settled together with special tasks.

In the past 700 years, the system has been extremely harsh on him, and has never made any concessions.Why did you uncharacteristically offer him an extension tonight?

There is one most reasonable explanation, that is, in the judgment of the system, after the short fifth day of March - he is no longer a threat.

Chi Wang is not a timid person.

He and the system have already broken up, and he has done everything, so he has no fear of regretting it.

Chi Wang ignored her without saying a word.

He didn't stop, and walked all the way to the foot of Panshan Mountain.

Just like in the past, he looked at it for a long time before taking a deep breath, and finally made a decision to take a step that he hadn't taken in hundreds of years.

He felt his feet stepping on the thick soil.

In a trance, he thought he was dreaming, but when he came back to his senses, it turned out that the down-to-earth today is the reality.

Letting go of the held breath, the heart beats again.

At night, the mountain wind is quiet, and Chi Wang's heart is also very quiet at that moment.

He was not as excited as he thought. Unexpectedly, when he actually walked up, he felt a strange tranquility.

It was as if he had been here thousands of times in his dreams, and he was so familiar with every plant and tree here.And this time, it was just the most common and least worth mentioning among the thousands of times.

Panshan is barren, and the shadows of the trees sway at night, like ghosts.

Chi Wang felt the peace in his heart in the cold night.

Panshan is the final destination of that person.

If there are really ghosts in this mountain, Chi Wang wouldn't even mind meeting him to see if the old man has any unfinished obsessions to stay in the world.

But after thinking about it again, Chi Wan smiled self-deprecatingly.

He has accumulated such profound merits and virtues in his life, how could he not be able to bear the truth that the five aggregates are empty, and be greedy for the mundane world?

The sky was pitch black, and Chi Wan took out a torch and lit it, protecting the faint fire with his hands, illuminating the mountain road.

The road leading to the mountain has been deserted for a long time, and it is especially difficult to walk after the rain. Once you step in, you will sink into the mud, and your shoes, socks, and underwear will soon be soiled.

Chi Wang has lightness skills that can fly over the water, but at this time, he is like a devout believer, unwilling to omit the soil of every step under his feet, and seriously feels the subtle changes in his mood in every step.

He walked slowly to the end of the road.

The temple that had turned into ruins and gray stones appeared in front of him, and the hideous appearance of ruined walls could be vaguely seen in the dark night, looking cold and unknown.

He had never been here before, but he remembered the old layout of this temple in his heart and described its appearance in his dream.

That was 700 years ago, when he was still the national teacher Wei Chiwang, one day the first emperor came down from the court and summoned him alone.

Mu Beixi turned his back to him, clasped his hands and said, "Xiaochi, the Buddhist temple on the top of Panshan Mountain, if you go straight in and turn right after the main hall, you will walk to the back mountain after two gates."

He thought that the first emperor was looking for him on business, but he didn't expect to ask him for this, so his expression was extremely cold: "I said it a long time ago, I don't want to hear anything about that person. What is his name now, what is he doing there, I don't even want to know, you don't have to tell me."

He was wearing a heavy and gorgeous national teacher's court dress, and he was carefully closing up the complicated sleeves at this time. He calmly adjusted the cuffs, and his hands dropped gracefully from the air.

He looked like he didn't care, as if he really didn't care.

But Mu Beixi continued on his own: "...the second row of tombs in the back mountain, the one on the far left is his tomb."

At that moment, he could hardly understand what the first emperor said.

Mu Beixi said calmly, "Xiaochi, he's dead."

Everyone is mortal, and Chi Wang knows it.

But Chi Wang never expected that he left so early.

The day Zhuang Yan went was the fifth day of March, and Chi Wang actually couldn't remember what happened during that time.

Too much time has passed, and he is the only one at this time, and there are still traces of that era in his body.

Later, Mu Beixi also left, and everyone he knew was gone.

Until now, Chi Wang is still alone.

After 700 years, Chi Wang walked through the overgrown atrium and walked towards the back mountain.

He found the back mountain without going very far, and saw those graves.

Chi Wang protected the faint fire light in his palm and searched for it.

The tomb has been left unattended for hundreds of years. The leftmost tombstone in the second row is entangled by vines on the tree next to it. For hundreds of years, the tombstone has been pulled a little crooked by the vines.

The weeds and living beings surrounded by graves became more and more desolate, and the vines even enveloped the entire tombstone, making it almost impossible to see the original appearance.

Chi Wang supported the tombstone with one palm, and swung it away, smashing all the vines that had tangled from the tree to pieces.

And his hand that touched the tombstone, through the thick vine leaves, Chi Wang suddenly felt the burning heat from his fingertips to his heart.

700 years late, he still came.

He let go of the stele, and was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

The night wind was also quiet, and Chi Wan stretched out his hand again, stroked the tombstone gently, and tore off the vines still wrapped around it.

After a long time, he said softly, "Zhuang Yan, I'm here to see you."

The night was as dark as paint, and he knelt on the ground, using his soft fingertips to wipe off the dust on the stele.

The floating soil was gone, but there was a blank space on the stone tablet, and there was no word engraved on it.

Chi Wan was stunned for a long time, then smiled wryly.

He extinguished the torch in his hand.

After a long time, Chi Wang sat cross-legged on the ground: "Master Zhuang, it has been 700 years, and this is the first time I have come to see you... Do you blame me?"

Chi Wang lost his mind for a while, and then said: "It must be my fault, but it's not bad."

"There have been so many things between us, who owes whom, if you talk about it carefully, can you figure it out?"

Chizi put his hands into his sleeves, it seemed a little cold, and it seemed that it was just a somewhat fragile movement.

After a while, he shook his head and laughed at himself, "What am I talking about? I should say something else... Zhuang Yan."

"Do you know what the outside looks like now? In the past 100 years, the changes have really been too great. Have you seen it all in the sky? Now in this world, women can become emperors. When I first heard , I was really shocked..."

"I also met a female doctor in Lanshantang. After so many years, it is rare for that female doctor to still remember your mother. She is a nice person. I will ask someone to take back that Lanshantang and give it to her. It's working."

"I will rectify Lan Shantang, after all, it is your mother's life's hard work."

Chi Wang's voice floated in the air, and no one would answer his words.

"That female doctor is right in saying that if Mrs. Shan was born in this age, she would be able to practice medicine freely... For her, that would be such a free and unrestrained life."

"When I woke up this time, I wanted to talk to someone, but I can't talk to anyone about the words in my heart."

Chi Wang changed his posture and sat hugging his knees, looked at the moon in the sky, and said in a daze: "All the people who can talk are gone. Since I met you today, I will talk to you a few more words. I can't hold it back anymore." Now, don't think I'm nagging."

A gust of wind blew past the grave, causing the hair on his shoulders to fall down.

Chi Wan said softly: "Zhuang Yan, after waking up this time...I found out that I...can't remember your face anymore."

In the middle of the night, he sat alone in the middle of the mound, facing an empty tombstone.

Chi Wang no longer has to worry about being seen and heard by others. There may not even be a lonely ghost here. After 700 years, even the ghosts have gone to reincarnate.

There are some emotions that he doesn't want to restrain anymore.

Chi Wang's tone was flat: "Why did you get to where you are today?"

"In the past 700 years, I have seen a lot of things, even the change of dynasty, I have seen it several times. I occasionally thought that those things between us back then, if they were placed today, maybe... it is really not insoluble bureau."

"But how did I know I could live for such a long time when I was 700 years ago? Can I have the heart and pattern I have today?"

The sky was vast, and the tombs were so empty that it made people panic. Chi Wang looked at the wordless stele in front of him, speechless for a long time.

He stood up, "But if... the me who was 700 years ago were re-elected, I would still take the same path."

"It's just young master, I..."

Chi Wan closed his eyes, but his lips were trembling slightly, "Zhuang Yan..."

Those words couldn't be said in the end.

700 years ago, he never said it.

And 700 years later, it has long lost its meaning.

"Zhuang Yan, for 700 years, you have never been in my dream. So I think, you probably still hate me."

Chi Wang opened his eyes again, "But I have nothing to regret."

He repeated it again, with a firm tone: "I don't regret it, Zhuang Yan. Since I did it back then, I won't apologize now."

"Back when you became a monk and cut off the ties of the world, you and I have cut off the past. I come to see you for the last time today... It is also a formal end to my past."

He turned around, turned his back to Zhuang Yan's grave, and said softly, "I want to move forward, Zhuang Yan."

"It's been 700 years... I want to forget you."

Chi Wang's words are like piercing ice picks falling from the eaves in cold winter, falling on a lonely grave.

The tone is soft, but it is so chilling.

There is no never-ending banquet in the world, not to mention, they broke up completely as early as 700 years ago, and there is no room for turning around.

"I don't regret it." Chi Wang's voice floated out lightly in the night, he repeated this sentence, and he didn't know who he was speaking to.

Chi Wan didn't look back.

Since he bid farewell, there can be no more nostalgia.

It's time to go downhill.

But at this moment, an extremely unusual bolt of lightning suddenly pierced the dark sky in the clear night sky.

The thunder and lightning were powerful, and the loud noise shook the vegetation, almost astonishing for hundreds of miles.

Chi Wang was also startled by the movement.

He looked up at the night sky.

A bolt of thunder and lightning pierced through the clouds and pointed directly at the top of Panshan Mountain.

Chi Wan's pupils constricted.

There was no way to avoid this bolt of lightning, and with a mighty momentum, it slammed into his body with a thunderbolt.

The author has something to say: Ezuo: Congratulations, you have achieved the achievement of thundering your sweetheart before you even appeared on the stage!applaud!

Zhuang Yan: ...I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense!It's clear that you called him, so what's the matter with me?