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Even after he passed away, he was quite concerned, so... he "stayed" at Daze Temple, and every year in the twelfth lunar month, Qingming Festival, and Zhongyuan, he would light a lamp for the old monks who smiled kindly at him a hundred years ago.
His state is like a ghost but not a ghost, like a soul but not a soul, like clinging but not clinging, no one can see him, even the master of warlock Yin Yangyan is no exception.
Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the Daze Temple, which has been vacant for hundreds of years, will occasionally show lights and shadows every year. The people around were so shocked that they dared not approach, and the name of the ghost temple came from this.
Today is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and the shocking battle at the foot of Jiang Song Mountain seems to have happened just yesterday, but in fact, more than half a month has passed.
The mess at the bottom of the mountain has long been smoothed out, and a heavy snow near the New Year's Day buried all the remaining traces under it, and it has long since returned to peace.
After nightfall, a few lights were suddenly lit up in the ruined temple, which was completely dark.
"The ghost fire, the ghost fire is lit up again, brother." In the small temple separated by several peaks, the little novice lay in front of the window and stretched out his head to look in the direction of Jiang Songshan, and greeted the brother with his hands behind his back, and asked him to take a look.
The timing of this ghost fire appeared sooner or later, and it was rare to see the last time with my own eyes. This little novice has lived in this temple for over ten years, and this is the second time I see him.
However, although the rumors are strange, when they saw it with their own eyes, they were not afraid. At those few points, the lights were yellowish and warm, which not only did not make people nervous, but also made people feel calm.
In fact, there is no ghost in the real Daze Temple.
In front of the six "no one's self-illuminating" safety lamps, there was actually a monk in white, who was carefully picking up the wicks of the six lamps, but no one else could see it, except for one who was in the same situation as him. .
The monk who carried the lamp was not someone else, he was the young man from the southern border who entered the temple alone back then, and later the first-generation national teacher, the real fellow lamp.
And the person who was in the same situation as him and could see him was also in this deserted temple at this time. He was also wearing a white hemp monk robe. Sitting on the futon in the corner of the house, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was resting.
Even with this inimitable appearance, it still can't stop the biman's handsomeness and the coldness that doesn't melt from frost and snow.
It was Xuanmin.
He lit the lamp with the same lamp, and with a calm expression, he folded his hands in front of the six safety lamps and performed the Buddha salute. Then he swept away his sleeves, turned around and walked to Xuan Min's side. Using the six oil lamps in the room, he glanced at Xuan Min's left hand resting on his lap.
He saw a blood mole as small as the tip of a needle falling between the index finger of his left hand. It was slightly convex to the touch, but it could pair with the one on Xue Xian's collarbone.
"The mole has appeared." Tong Deng retracted his gaze, then glanced at Xuan Min in a rather displeasure, and said lukewarmly, "It's also a blessing that you can still think of such a hand under such circumstances. Pour out the spider and bite it. You take one bite, and then bite him again, which takes at least one sentence of time. If you have this skill, it is better to struggle a little more, maybe you can exchange two last words with others."
Xuan Min's eyes were still closed, and he had no intention of moving his lips at all. I don't know if I didn't hear what he said, or if I didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Although this spider is not as dutiful as Tongshou Spider, it's not good either. Are you being bitten out of fun?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Tongdeng opened his mouth coldly.
Xuan Min was silent for a moment, and finally kept his eyes closed, and said with a blank expression: "The spiders you raised are on the left and right."
The implication: Do you have the face to make people pay attention not to be bitten
Since the physical body has lost its vitality, Xuan Min has become conscious again, and it is in this abandoned Daze Temple. He was probably the body that had condensed out two days ago, and the shape he had just stabilized last night. In the past two days, he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't speak. He only heard people around him saying something like a reminiscence.
After listening to it on and off, he realized that this person was the first-generation national teacher Tongdeng, and also his previous teacher. And the two kinds of spiders in the hundred wormholes are from his hands.
Xuan Min had only tasted the taste of Tongshou spider. As early as many years ago, when he had not completely left Tianjiyuan to live alone in Xiaozhulou, he had already discovered that Zu Hong's lifespan had changed somewhat. Although Zu Hong did not take off his mask even in the Tianji Courtyard, Xuan Min still noticed that he had become young again from the changes in the small lines on his neck.
In fact, at that time, he vaguely guessed that this change might have something to do with him, because Zu Hong always spoke with some deep meaning at that time, like expressing some kind of debt to him, and seemed to be thinking about some gratitude.
It's just that at that time he still missed Shi En, even if he was aware of it, he didn't care at all.
Much later, when he really probed into the