Governor’s Illness

Chapter 40: Black Faced Buddha

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The Black Faced Buddha is actually a cliff, towering into the clouds, with rugged rocks, dark rocks and weeds. Looking from a distance from a certain angle, you can faintly see the shape of a big Buddha sitting cross-legged. Standing at its feet, it seems that you can hear the ancient Buddha's voice like Huang Zhong Dalu, which makes people have the urge to kneel down.

On snowy days in winter, heavy snow covered the entire mountain, including the Black Faced Buddha. Its neck and head were submerged in the misty white clouds, and thick white snow fell on its body. It seemed to be wearing a white cassock, holy and solemn.

Xia Houlin climbed up against the cold wind. He brought very little luggage, but a few cold steamed buns and a wave, as well as a few flints and a rope. The eyelashes were covered with thin snow, like white crow feathers. Xiahou walked so numbly that he walked forward, like a puppet that didn't know whether it was cold or warm.

He had gone home before. The bamboo building, which was originally desolate, became more and more like a ruin without one person.

Sometimes he would forget that his mother was gone, and he used to knock on the door of her house when he woke up in the morning, wanting to wake her up. To cook for two people, put two bowls. He was used to living alone in a bamboo building, but now he is at a loss.

He would sit under the eaves and stay there all night. The night in the mountains was silent and silent, as if the world was empty and he was the only one left. He felt like a wolf who had just learned to hunt. It was the first time he stepped into the rugged forest alone, and was bitten by the enemy and bruised all over. He thought he could go home to be comforted by the female wolf, but found that the nest was gone and he was injured. No matter how miserable or painful it is, you won't get the comfort you want.

Everyone told him that people are always going to die, especially those people whose fate hangs on the tip of the knife and their head is tied to the belt of their trousers. There are countless assassins who have no good death, and none of the corpses stacked under the knife mound have died.

But they forgot that those assassins had no children, lived and died alone. Even if there is no such person in the world suddenly, no one will miss him.

And Xiahou Pei has a child, which is the proof that she was alive. In this world, except Xia Houlin, no one will feel sorry for her in the dead of night, and no one will walk alone in the snowy night holding her knife. Therefore, only Xiahou Lin, only he, can avenge her.

Xia Houlin looked at the palm of his hand and thought silently, yes, he is the only one left.

It took him a day to climb to the shoulders of the black-faced Buddha. Night had fallen, and he didn't plan to climb any further. He lit a fire in the ear hole of the Black Masked Buddha and decided to make do with it for the night.

The night is vast and black, with a slight blue at the end. White snow covered the whole mountain, looking from the shoulder of the black-faced Buddha, it seemed like there was fog, and it was like smoke for no reason, permeating the depths of the mountain. Occasionally, a few lights lit up, scattered all over the mountain, like solitary fireflies, like stars falling from the sky.

He quickly found the direction of his bamboo building, which fell into a deep darkness, with a death-like silence. He erected Xiahou Pei's tomb there. If her soul could be found, she would find her favorite burning knife placed in front of the tomb.

Xiahou Lin stroked Hengbo in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a long Xun sound came, and Xia Houlin gave a shock. It's a little scary to hear the whistle blowing suddenly in these four empty places. When I walked out of the cave, I looked up and looked up. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. The sound of Xun was not too close to him, and it came tossing and turning with the whimpering of the wind, like the whispers of ghosts wandering on the plain in ancient times.

Is he blowing xun? Xia Houlin sat on the edge of the fire and thought blankly. is it him? That man, his blood brother.

This Xun sound seemed to have an unknown power, flowing quietly along the rocks on the black-faced Buddha, and spread far and far. He suddenly had a feeling that in the vast cold night, there was another person just like him looking at the dark snow-capped mountains. It was also a lonely child who had lived on the top of the snow for seventeen years.

He had never met Chi Yan, even though they were flesh-and-blood brothers, or even twins who fell from their mother's arms almost in no particular order, they were still strangers. He didn't know what Chi Yan usually did, like what, what to hate. Mother said, Chi Yan is a fool. Uncle Duan said that Chi Yan is a genius of swordsmanship.

But he knows now.

Chi Yan was his brother, the one who watched the snow-capped mountains with him in the dark night.

He fell asleep with the sound of Yunyouxun on his head. In a trance, he seemed to see the young man on the top of the snow, with the same face as him. Youyuan's eyes passed through the vast snow and fell on him.

The next day, Xia Houlin wrapped up his cloak and put his hood firmly to cover his face, and set off for the mountain again. The snow was much lighter today, and Xia Houlin didn't have to climb so hard. After climbing for about half an hour, Xia Houlin finally reached the top of the black-faced Buddha.

The place is really not big, you can see the cliff after a few steps. A few thatched huts were erected in the small open space, forming a small lonely courtyard. Outside is a circle of fences that seem to be knocked down with a push. Several flower pots are placed against the wall, and the flowers inside are frozen to death.

Xia Houlin shouted, "Is there anyone?"

No one answered.

Isn't it on the mountain? Impossible, last night I heard that kid blowing xun.

Xia Houlin shouted a few more times, but no one answered. Xia Houlin simply jumped over the fence, pierced the window paper and peeked in. The decoration of the main house is very simple. There is a heated kang, a square kang table, and long clothes and jackets are stacked on the head of the bed. Tiger kite.

Just nobody.

Mother said he was a fool who only knew how to practice knives. Shouldn't this fool be afraid of strangers and run away when he sees someone

Xia Houlin turned around the house a few times, looked left and right, and suddenly found that there was a cave on the edge of the cliff, and the hole was covered by a dead ivy.

Xia Houlin entered the cave and walked dozens of steps along the winding path, and his eyes suddenly opened up. There is a martial arts field as big as this, with a stone bed on the other side and a man in white on the bed.

The man in white sat with his back to Xia Houlin, as if he was facing a wall. He was very thinly dressed, as if he only had a thin long jacket, and it was almost like two seasons with Xia Houlin.

"That... uh, you're bored?" Xiahou hesitated to speak.

The man in white turned around slowly, and Xia Houlin finally saw his face. It really is a face that is exactly the same as Xia Houlin, except for the extra scar on Xia Houlin's eyes, it is almost exactly the same.

But no one will admit the two of them wrong, because of those completely different eyes.

Chi Yan stood up and looked at Xia Houlin. His eyes were big and black, as bright and clear as a piece of transparent obsidian, as if they could reflect the ever-changing sky and clouds.

"Who?" he asked.

"My name is Xia Houlin," Xia Houlin stuttered nervously, "Well, I don't know if the abbot told you that you have a..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Houlin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes reflected a rapidly approaching cold blade!

WTF!

Xiahou Lian hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade that stabbed into the stone wall while rubbing his face, and with a twist of his wrist, the next move came in an instant!

Fast as hell. Xia Houlin only had this sentence in his mind.

Chi Yan is like a mysterious and unpredictable ghost. The long knife in his hand seems to be a part of his body. Xia Houlin can't even see how he uses the knife, so he can only dodge with his head sullen and intuitive. There are already many wounds of different depths on the body, if it is not thickly dressed, blood will be spattered on the spot!

"Whoever reaches the top without the abbot's order, kill." Chi Yan was expressionless.

"I'm your brother!" Xia Houlin shouted.

Don't care at all, just keep firing knives. Xia Houlin quickly calmed down, and he unsheathed the waves. He was about to catch the knife that fell on the top of his head. He pulled off the hood on his face with his left hand, and shouted at him, "See clearly, I am your brother!"

Chi Yan was visibly stunned, staring blankly at Xia Houlin's face.

Xia Houlin looked angrily at his jacket, which was ripped apart by the wearer, and the cotton wool leaked out of the wound, flowing as he walked, and he grinned in distress. He only brought such a jacket, and the cotton wool was all flowing, so how could he keep out the cold

"Brother?" Chi Yan looked suspicious.

It seems that the old bald donkey the abbot never mentioned to Chiyan. Xia Houlin sighed.

Just thinking about how to explain clearly to Chi Yan, Chi Yan raised a finger and poked Xia Houlin's face, and asked, "Is my brother the same person as me? Are you another me?"

Xia Houlin widened his eyes.

This motherfucker... what a fool.

It took Xia Houlin's best effort to explain to Chiyan that he was not another Chiyan, Chiyan let out an "oh" and lowered his head, Xia Houlin saw a subtle disappointment in his eyes.

Chian is a very special person. He was seventeen years old, as tall as Xia Houlin, but still like a big child. He was raised on the top of the black-faced Buddha since he was a child. He rarely went down the mountain. Going down the mountain was basically to kill people.

When Xia Houlin communicated with him, he first had to explain what "elder brother" and "little brother" were before he could understand.

Xia Houlin resisted the black-faced Buddha. He cleaned up the kitchen, heated the stove at night to keep warm, and slept by the stove, so he didn't feel cold. He speaks very little, hardly speaks, spends most of the day in a daze, and no one knows what is going on in his head. He likes to sit on the branch of an old tree on the edge of the cliff and look into the distance. Xia Houlin asked him if he wanted to go down and have a look, but he shook his head in disgust, saying that the world is not as beautiful as the mountains.

Xia Houlin sometimes felt that Chiyan was a lone wolf staring at the sky. When he looked down the mountain, his eyes were always lonely and empty.

But his knife skills are really good. His knife is called "Sana", and the speed of his knife is just like his knife name.

In the fight against Chiyan, the outcome will be decided in an instant, because no one's sword can be faster than him.

Chi Yan is very talkative, and he will do whatever he asks him to do. Xia Hourong asked him to teach himself swordsmanship, and he agreed without any hesitation. Two people stood in the open space in the cave, surrounded by weeds, and they stood facing each other with knives.

Xia Houlin gave a loud shout, and the waves came out of their sheaths, like water sparkling. Chi Yan stood there, watching him silently, and when he got close, he moved his left hand and stepped forward. Xia Houlin didn't see how he threw the knife and how he retracted it, but felt a chill on his waist. He looked down, and his waist was covered in blood.

this fucking...

"Chiyan, you're sick! You actually did the real thing!" Xia Houlin collapsed, clutching his waist, finding the medicine box and wrapping himself with bandages. Fortunately, the snow was cold and the blood was not fast.

"Aren't you practicing?" He looked at him suspiciously.

Xia Houlin raised his head, saw his ignorant look, and asked, "Did you want to kill me just now?"

Chi Yan sat beside him, "Or else?"

"… "

Xia Houlin suddenly understood something and asked with difficulty, "How did you practice with others before?"

"The abbot will find someone to fight with me. The first time he was looking for A Chacuo, the machete of the Western Regions, his knife is very beautiful, inlaid with gold, and it will glow under the moonlight." Chi Yan showed a look of memory, "But he is not enough. Hurry up, I killed him with one move. The second time was Snowy Shuangying, a couple. I used three moves to kill the man, and the woman committed suicide. The third time was a Japanese man, his sword was very strong It's six feet long. This time I used six moves. The fourth time the abbot asked ten people to fight with me. They didn't report their names. , I used twenty moves to kill them."

Xia Houlin was a little sad. He realized that perhaps Chiyan was just a knife forged by the abbot. This knife had no thoughts or thoughts, so it was ignorant and fearless, and he could kill anyone the abbot wanted to kill.

He wondered why the abbot was so cruel. Maybe people in this world are like this. With power and power in their hands, all living beings are ants. It is up to him to be sad and happy, to love and hate, to live and die, and what about his own son, there is no difference from the ants and insects next to him. Did Liu Guizang think so when he trampled on his mother, the strongest assassin in the world died under his sword, and his dog gnawed the bones and ate the meat, was his heart so happy, like sitting on a cloud?

How ridiculous, a person has to gulp blood and white bones as stepping stones to reach the top and look down on the world.

Xia Houlin clenched his fists tightly, and a fierce aura rushed to the top of his head, "Since they can, I can't do it? Why don't you kill only me, let me do whatever I want, and run rampant! Killing karma, so what?"

A basin of cold water was poured on his head, drenching Xiahou Lin thoroughly from head to toe. Xia Houlin shouted angrily: "What are you doing!"

"You are stunned." Chi Yan slowly put down the water basin.

Xia Houlin wiped a handful of water from his face and turned his head away.

"The world is full of misfortunes, and not everything can go as expected." Chi Yan said.

Xia Houlin was a little surprised that a fool like Chiyan could say such a thing. He turned his head to look at Chi Yan, Chi Yan's expression was as dull as always, and his obsidian eyes were as calm as water.

Xia Houlin suddenly realized that perhaps he was not ignorant. He may know everything, but the sorrows, joys, sorrows and anger of this world cannot enter his eyes.

Chi Yan paused for a while, then continued: "A mother died, can't you recognize another one?"

All Xia Houlin's words were blocked in his stomach by this sentence. He looked at Chi Yan with a "did I say something wrong?" and said weakly: "Forget it, what am I thinking about you?" He took a shot Shoot this guy with a lack of brains, "Next time I'll bring you a book of "Disciple's Rules", "Jin Ping Mei" and so on, take a good look at it, don't act like a fool every day, go down the mountain in the future and lie to others How's it going?"

He nodded obediently.