The villain's guide to throwing blame

Abbot Huiyuan didn't care to look at the expression of the junior disciple behind him, he walked out of the Buddhist hall full of complicated and turbulent emotions, turned around and looked at the plaque hanging on the Buddhist hall.

I only saw the four characters in the letter, bright and clean.

After watching it for so many years, I didn't expect to feel so ironic today. Huiyuan sighed deeply, then turned around and went to the west part of the temple.

Passing through an avenue, and then going out from the winding path, a majestic pagoda appeared in front of his eyes. The words "Zangjing Pavilion" hung on the door of the hall, and the words revealed a mysterious atmosphere of simplicity and majesty.

Holding the beads in his hand, Abbot Huiyuan recited the Heart Sutra several times in his heart. After calming down, he unhurriedly adjusted his monk robes and stepped into the pagoda.

He didn't use his spiritual power, just walked up in a steady and gentle pace, surrounded by the scriptures engraved on the wall, falling into his eyes and turning into a solemn and solemn force, calming the restless heart of the visitor.

By the time Abbot Huiyuan reached the top floor, he had completely calmed down, walked to a huge bookcase quite calmly, read scriptures in his mouth, and tapped it with his fingers in a strange pattern. A hidden box popped up.

There is only a faint fragrance of paper and ink in the dark wooden compartment, and a few pieces of old dark yellow paper lie quietly in it, indicating that the years have passed mercilessly.

He stretched out his hand, paused slightly before touching the paper, as if recalling something, then gently picked up the fragile parchment as if nothing had happened.

The ink on the paper is slightly faded, but it seems to have been deliberately preserved by something, with a sense of familiarity, just like the clear and meaningful handwriting on it, it fell into Abbot Huiyuan's eyes after many years .

"Senior Brother learned from himself, Junior Brother travels with the mortal world to realize Taoism, on the way..."

Master Huiyuan silently looked at the above words seriously, the originally calm expression on his face gradually changed, obviously only a few slight changes, but revealed a heavy sadness.

"This son is intelligent, obviously he has no connection with the Buddha, but his six sense organs are pure and transparent, so the younger brother made his own decision and privately included him as a lay disciple..."

He moved his fingertips slightly, turned another page, and continued to read.

"...It seems that something happened. Junior brother, this little disciple's life experience is a bit weird. I have a little guess, but I can't confirm it. If it is true, I'm afraid it will be a little tricky..."

Abbot Huiyuan's eyes moved slightly, his attention became more concentrated, and he carefully checked the episodes that he had watched countless times.

"...I can confirm my conjecture. I'm afraid I have to go back to the sect to discuss with my brothers and sisters. However, it seems that there is some unrest recently. Maybe it will take a little longer before I can return to the sect. I don't know how Yuechen will be in these days."

"Someone with a suspicious whereabouts has been inquiring about the news of the two of us. I'm afraid they were a little alarmed before..."

"Senior brother, if I really can't reply, I'm in danger. Please follow the imprint I left and take the child away. In addition, please take care of Yuechen. If it's not necessary, I just hope that he will come back later." People, live without worry, don't touch these again."

The last paragraph is a bit scribbled, it seems to have been written in a hurry, the lines are full of helplessness and sincerity, there is worry and eager expectation for the person he cares about, but there is no fear at all.

From the handwriting and the words in the letter, it can be seen that the person who wrote these letters has a gentle temperament and a broad mind. During the period, there are matters related to the ethereal morality among all living beings in the mountains and rivers, as well as the trivial warmth of fireworks, all of which are vividly displayed in his heart, just like You follow him all the way, listening to his gentle voice, and occasionally proudly mentioning your intelligent disciple.

It's a pity that such a gentle and jade-like person has no news after that, leaving only these gradually yellowing letter papers, which have been brushed by the torrent of time, leaving traces in the heart of the old man. other.

"What you've been looking forward to, I'm afraid it won't come true now," Huiyuan said in a low voice, with a slight force on his fingertips, he raised his head and looked out of the tower, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through the mountains, looking towards Zhonglu another place.

"I have imprisoned Yuechen in the temple for so many years, but now there is nothing I can do. This should be their fate." He lowered his head, smoothed the paper carefully, carefully put it into the dark compartment, and hid it again , with a helpless smile.

He shook his head, took another look here, took away the old bead hanging on the side, bumped it twice, as if he had figured out something, went back the same way, and got off the Sutra Pavilion.

Huiyuan stood on the square in front of the Sutra Pavilion, looking to the southeast at a dangerous peak soaring into the clouds. His eyes were complicated, seemingly relieved and helpless. Down.

This peak is well-known in Shaolin Temple, and even in the whole of Central China. It is named Lianfeng, and it is also the cave where the Buddhist monk Sanskrit used to practice meditation.

Since Sanskrit passed away, the top of this peak has been emptied, and every time it comes to his death day, Shaolin Temple will gather in the Buddhist hall under the peak to chant scriptures and pray for blessings.

Now, Huiyuan stood under the big formation protecting the mountain, slapped his head with a solemn expression, and said softly after bowing: "Now that the Bloody Night Styx is rolling out, and the Lingtian Sword has reappeared in the world, this should be the will of heaven, and we mortals think You can’t stop it, you can only let nature take its course.”

After today, it is better to urge Yuechen to return to the sect early, he thought in his heart, then he threw out the beads, opened the mountain protection formation, and walked into it.

Thousands of miles away, Yuechen and Fengling were on the spirit talisman sword, flashing past high in the sky.

The monk in plain monk clothes is closing his eyes slightly, sitting cross-legged on the sword, pinching the rosary in his hand unhurriedly, the whistling wind is blocked from the spiritual power, the two are in this same space, but they are caught in some In a stagnant atmosphere.

Feng Ling, who was always happy to chatter to change the atmosphere when he was alone with Yuechen, was standing in the front, with a gloomy face controlling the talisman sword, as if caught in some unpleasant thoughts.

At this time, Yuechen's eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyes turned, and fell on Feng Ling in front of him. His tall and straight back looked a little stiff, and he pursed his lips, recalling the scene he saw half an hour ago.

At that time, Yuechen ordered his good junior to put away his things, and asked him to entrust a message to the teacher. After everything was ready, he personally sent him out of Qianlin Cave, and watched him leave in a carriage before returning to the courtyard.

After he went back to take care of everything, when he was planning to go to Xun Fengling, he heard a few familiar whispers from a remote corner of the courtyard, and looked around suspiciously.

Just when he was still recalling the familiarity, he heard a few low-pitched words, and then came Fengling's cold reply: "If I'm not mistaken, these have nothing to do with Miaoyinfang, right?"

It's rare to see Fengling's indifferent attitude. Yuechen unconsciously recalled Fengling's strange reaction when they met with the members of Miaoyinfang before, and accidentally heard what seemed to be a secret conversation. Yuechen apologized He stepped away and stopped listening, the other person's originally low voice seemed to be a little angrily raised.

"Feng Ling, why do you think this deity told you this?"

"No matter why, since it has nothing to do with Elder Lingyin, please don't worry about us." Feng Ling seemed a little impatient, he walked a few steps after leaving this sentence, and seemed to be about to turn around and leave.

"Heh, Feng Ling, it would be best if you knew better, so you can take care of yourself in the future." Elder Lingyin seemed to be irritated, she put down her words with a cold snort, and then left in another direction.

At this time, Yuechen had already gone a little further, and after faintly hearing this conversation, he stopped hesitantly.

It seems that the relationship between Feng Ling and the people in Miaoyin Pavilion is a little stiff?

At this time, Feng Ling had already walked out from that corner.

With a gloomy face, he saw Yuechen standing far away, but he didn't ask or say anything, he just strode up to him and glanced at him a few times.

Suddenly he said in a deep voice, "Before going to Mingye Town, the mage will follow me to a place?"

Immediately, he only left a message to his subordinates, and took Yuechen on the magic sword, and went straight to the southeast in the mortal world.

Along the way, Feng Ling didn't say a word, probably because of the few words Elder Lingyin said just now.

Yuechen's gaze was drawn back, and it quietly landed on the beads in his hand, there was a question in his heart that was bothering him faintly.

If I remember correctly, the old Patriarch Feng's wife, Feng Ling's mother, is also a Qin Xiu from Miaoyinfang, so why does Fengling have such a strange attitude towards the people of Miaoyinfang?

Because it was related to Fengling's family affairs, and he seemed to be in a gloomy mood, Yuechen didn't ask any questions.

The silence didn't last long, because they had already reached their destination.

Feng Ling stopped on a wasteland, stared at a place for a long time, sighed, turned his head to look at Yue Chen and said: "Master, we are here."

Immediately, he lowered to the ground, took a few steps forward, pinched his fingers, and it seemed that a layer of painted skin had been peeled off from the originally empty front, revealing a dilapidated small temple.

Outdated and dilapidated, with the breath of memory rushing towards the face, it makes people feel a little stunned for a while.

The author has something to say:

Done!This chapter is mainly some small foreshadowing and small transition

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