Lanruo Temple.
There is a clump of orchids growing outside the meditation room. At this time, the season is not here, and it has not yet bloomed. Several ants crawled under the flowers and leaves.
Breeze entered the window, and the originally slow and steady chanting stopped.
Chan Qing looked at him silently, watching Jiang Yinghe's black hair tied up, silver crown and long hairpin, and the Taoist uniform and outer robe on his body were light in color, and there was an extremely distant aura from all over his body.
"Jiang Xianjun."
Jiang Yinghe looked back at the sound, and apologized a little, and then said: "The Sanskrit music can't enter my heart, because my heart is not quiet, and I bother the abbot."
"Xianjun is too polite." Chanqing leaned down, poured him a cup of bitter tea, watched him carefully for a while, and said, "Do you still remember that the poor monk told Xianjun when he deduced it for you last time? Your words."
Jiang Yinghe naturally remembered, he still remembered that this senior's attitude was inconsistent at that time, thinking about it now, he should have known that his apprentices had different and unusual identities since then.
Seeing his gaze, Chan Qing knew what Jiang Yinghe was thinking, and continued to ask: "Since you know everything now, then I will speak up."
Jiang Yinghe thought that the senior brother who was in charge of the sect told him to come to Lanruo Temple before, and the abbot must have something important to do, so he calmed down and looked at him.
"The poor monk once said, the three disciples under the seat of Xianjun, that is, the three evil cultivators today... The three of them are too light."
"What's the meaning of this?" Thinking of this, Jiang Yinghe suddenly had a strange premonition in his heart, feeling that the other party's next few words should be very important.
"The great demon ten thousand years ago was born in the era of the heyday of demon gods, and then rose with peerless talent, suppressed chaos, and fell asleep together." Chan Qing turned his gaze to the chessboard, cut off the Qi that was about to be connected together with the white pieces in his hand, and continued, "The natural evil spirit born three thousand years ago, the master of ghost cultivation, and the body of the heavenly demon, the Blood River Demon Lord, who appeared a thousand years ago."
The more he went on, the more Jiang Yinghe felt his heart tremble slightly, with an inexplicable urgency.
Abbot Chanqing is an old friend of the senior brother in charge, and is also his senior above his age. It is normal for him to know this...
"After that day, the poor monk often thinks back on the situation of that day." Chan Qing said, "Such a light spirit seems incomplete... If it is more serious, the spirit and soul of the three of them merged into one, which is just right It is equivalent to the spirit of the immortal king."
Jiang Yinghe stared at him intently, didn't answer immediately, couldn't even utter a single anxious guess, he clasped the teacup with one hand, and couldn't help thinking about it.
Resounding these few words continuously, I suddenly felt that the tea in my palm became boiling hot in an instant.
And there was a light rain outside the window, with a slight patter, and the raindrops fell on the leaves of the orchid, slipping off and breaking from the leaves with a thud.
Chanqing lowered his head and reminded: "Xianjun, it's your turn."
Jiang Yinghe withdrew his gaze, held the chess piece down, and then took a sip of the tea from Lanruo Temple... This cup was not "Mo Rushui", but so bitter that the tip of his tongue was numb.
He put down the cup, rested his slender fingers on the wall, and slowly clenched it tightly.
"Abbot..."
Chan Qing proclaimed a Buddha's name, took over the words he wanted to ask but did not say, and said: "It is not easy to tell the fairy king in detail about the scene that the poor monk saw that day. I can only tell you that the three of them are very special. It may be the three souls of the same person, but the power to create such a split soul, except Daozu, don't think about it."
Jiang Yinghe also understood this matter, but what he knew more clearly was that if what Abbot Chanqing said was true, then the great ability to divide souls was at most just for cultivation.
Maybe he's just... a stele on the way others ask.
Jiang Yinghe took another sip of tea. This time, he couldn't even taste the tea, and felt that the tip of his tongue could not taste the taste at all, as if he had been scalded.
But the wall of the cup in his hand was still warm.
Warm water flooded the throat.
"On the road to enlightenment, there are many difficulties and obstacles, and the world's various conditions are far more than this." Zen looked at him quietly, "Yesterday, the head of Penglai sent a letter to the poor monk, saying that the immortal friend was trapped by love. But I think the root of love has been cut, and the heart How can you be in such a predicament?”
He watched Jiang Yinghe put down the teacup, and his eyes fell on the chessboard.
"Until now, the poor monk has just realized that the so-called being trapped by love is the love between master and apprentice."
Chan Qing glanced at the rain outside the window.
"The poor monk would like to persuade you, no matter whether you get back your root of love or whether you can kill Chaos smoothly, you are trapped in the three souls of the world-breaking power, and the love and heaven hang together..." He paused , "When their three souls become one, the so-called deep affection is just a dream on the way to the road."
The sound of the rain gradually became louder, and the orchid leaves were drooped at the waist, and the whole body was green and bright.
What Senior Chan Qing said is also the first reaction of all monks in the world.
My catastrophe is the dream of others.
"Among monks, there are not a few who play in the world. For monks, decades in the world of mortals are like a flick of a finger. But for him, your thousands of years are just a passing cloud."
Seeing that he had made a move, Chan Qing did not continue, but reminded: "
Jiang Xianjun, the tea is cold. "
"… Um."
That hand put down the cup, and its fingers fell on the edge of the chessboard, next to the chess basket.
Even though Jiang Yinghe's demeanor was as usual and he didn't say a word, Chan Qing could still feel a secret sadness from him.
"There is a lot of fog." Jiang Yinghe sighed softly, stood up, and walked to the wooden window where the sound of rain was clear, "According to the abbot, even if I find the root of love and be able to be in love with him, I'm afraid it's just a matter of time." It's cloudy, isn't it?"
Chan Qing was silent for a while, and when he was on the verge of speaking, he stopped abruptly when he looked at his back, and said after a while: "In everything, just say whether you want it or not, that's enough."
Jiang Yinghe pushed open the half-closed window just now, and the originally indistinct sound of rain outside suddenly became clear and rang in his ears.
The leaves of that orchid are bright, even if it is squeezed among the vibrant flowers and leaves, it looks bright and eye-catching.
Jiang Yinghe said: "Thank you abbot."
The abbot was willing to say that, because he had seen through his intentions.
Jiang Yinghe heard the sound of him getting up and leaving. The sound of footsteps was far away. In the extremely quiet indoor and outdoor, only the sound of rain and wind brushed past his ears, and the faint breath of incense and ash falling in the meditation room.
But the calmer he was, the more Jiang Yinghe was allowed to think and conceive step by step from the inside out, recalling the past bit by bit.
The atmosphere became more and more gloomy and silent.
Jiang Yinghe looked at the orchid under the window for a while before he noticed a few ants hiding under the rain-soaked leaves.
He also thought he could protect others and shelter them from the rain.
Jiang Yinghe looked away and closed the window.
——
Jiang Yinghe stayed in Lanruo Temple to meditate for a period of time.
During this period, he met with the abbot of Chanqing, as well as many Buddhist practitioners and other immortal friends who came here to live here temporarily.
But it was only superficial calm.
Jiuying Yaojun, who has been sweeping the land in Lanruo Temple for half a year, sat opposite him and drew his eyebrows, while muttering: "Half a demon pill, my heart hurts to death. If it weren't for that ancestor who plotted against you, we would have died a long time ago." Under his leadership, the world of comprehension has been unified."
Jiang Yinghe heard it amused, sat next to him and flipped through the pages of the book, and said: "The Yaojun was very fierce that day, if there is no long night to act in it, you and I will inevitably fight."
"Hiss..." Jiuying made a mistake again, dropped Daishi, and said with deep resentment, "If you didn't want to fight me, how could the Venerable treat me like that."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him lightly: "If you hadn't had this chance, you wouldn't have swept the floor to covet Buddhist cultivation,
Although grievances and grievances are resolved and identities are different, here are all monks. "
"What does it matter if you become a monk or not? I am here, and I am also a monk." Jiuying is dressed in demon patterns. It sounds reckless, blunt and impersonal.
This guy has been sweeping the grounds of Lanruo Temple for half a year, but he was attracted by a Buddhist monk and insisted on forcing marriage. He delved into these black stone rouges, but he mistakenly thought that the aesthetics of the human race was the aesthetics of the monks.
Jiang Yinghe tried a few words of persuasion, but to no avail, this monster almost lived in its own world.
He turned a page of the book and happened to see something related to the monster race, and asked, "If a monk mistakenly takes the Yin-Yang fruit and wears the Wai Dan to re-harmonize the Yin-Yang, then after that, can he slowly recuperate the body and dissolve the effects of the spiritual things, can it be restored?"
Jiuying held his face and thought for a while, his hair was draped randomly on his shoulders, and asked: "Wearing the outer alchemy? It can be recovered naturally. It's just that it should be the pure yang monster clan... the demon cultivator lost the inner alchemy, the realm Falling, serious cases return to the original form, and there are also those who just fell. Where did the stupid monster make people cut Neidan... "
When he said this, he seemed to remember that he was one of them, so he leaned over with a shy face, sniffed under Jiang Yinghe's sleeve, and said, "Xianjun—"
Jiang Yinghe felt a chill go down his spine, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."
Jiuying looked up at him, wondering whether it was because he had cultivated his temperament in the pure place of Buddhism, or it was a habit inherent in the monster race. When he showed weakness, his tone of voice always had the awkward feeling of a beast turning into a house cat.
"The abbot gave the other half of my demon pill to Xianjun. If Xianjun is useless, how about returning it to Jiuying?"
Jiang Yinghe felt nauseous when he heard it, he didn't know why Changye's coquettish and soft voice sounded so sweet, but why would it be unbearable to listen to another party.
He moved aside and said: "I have discussed this matter with the abbot, and the abbot said that your intentions are not right now, and when you sincerely convert, I will return it to you."
The big demon at the side was immediately discouraged, and sat back to the original place with a sleepy expression. He was quiet for a while, and then said: "Forget it, not only my relationship is not going well, but the venerable is also not going well. I don't know why the demon venerable It's very curious to fall in love with a monk of the righteous way, a person like Tian Yao Yaozun, who dares to rebel and rebel when the demon god is in full swing, and fights bloody battles in our clan... such a heroic and high-spirited man... "
"Cough." Jiang Yinghe was choked by the tea, and the impression in his mind couldn't overlap with the words "majestic and arrogant" for a long time. He stroked his chest and said, "
You go on. "
Jiuying nodded and said: "Drink slowly, you don't know, Sanqing sent me a letter yesterday, saying that Yaozu is everywhere helping His Holiness to write letters and love words expressing affection, and teaching him how to pursue a right way Cultivator, seek forgiveness. The monster clan has not fought for a long time, and all their strength has been spent on chasing Mrs. Venerable."
Jiang Yinghe continued to read, seemingly distracted, and gave a perfunctory "hmm".
"Even if I'm in a Buddhist temple, it's hard to escape the fate of being manipulated." Jiuying sighed for a moment, but in less than half a year, he had evolved from that vicious and hostile demon to this idiot in front of him. He dug out of his sleeve for a while, and took out a small note, "Look... okay, what's so good about this book, the abbot said you are here to relax, you should take a good rest, you can't just read a book .”
Jiang Yinghe had a headache from being entangled by him, so he had to put down the book and said, "You also know that I have a premonition that the catastrophe is coming, so I came here to meditate, why don't you let me be quiet instead."
Although his words were cold, his temper was always calm. Jiuying had gradually tested it out. He was thinking about the half of the demon pill in Jiang Yinghe's hand, so he naturally wanted to get closer to him.
Jiang Yinghe took the small piece of paper and slowly unfolded it. He saw that there were many immature suggestions written in the clumsy handwriting on it.
He glanced down and saw Changye's handwriting at the end of the note:
"I made a mistake and I will never do it again. Can I come to you?"
A kitten's paw print was branded next to the words.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes in surprise, and looked at Jiuying's face. There was no abnormality in his expression, and he knew that this was the hint brought by Changye through this silly monster... The little apprentice has always been like this, and the road in his heart turns nine turns ten The eight bends make people stupefied.
After Jiang Yinghe finished reading the content, he returned it to Jiuying, and commented indifferently: "It's clumsy."
Jiuying's eyes widened: "How can you say that I thought badly, no, you have to compensate me with the other half of the demon pill..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Yinghe knocked him on the head with a book, and his words were extremely cold.
"I'm talking about your master." He paused, "The method is clumsy."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yinghe could clearly feel that a certain cat that was about to move was hit, and the restless breath calmed down.
He has been meditating here for a long time, and the three of them have endured to the limit. Jiang Yinghe knew it well, and knew that it was indeed Chang Ye who arrived first.
There was silence all around.
Jiuying hasn't come back yet
When I came, I heard a light knock on the door outside the meditation room, and the voice of a young novice resounded clearly.
"Yaojun, the abbot asked you to sweep the backyard."
Jiuying stood up and stretched his muscles habitually, and said to Jiang Yinghe, "Look, Lanruo Temple just can't do without me, you have to find me even if you sweep the ground, or how can you say that the monks who go deep are squeamish..."
Jiang Yinghe: "... let's go."
He reasonably suspects that this naive big monster has suffocated his brain in the temple, but now that he has no hostility, it is a good thing that he is a little stupid.
Just after Jiu Ying left, the little monk tiptoed in and saw Jiang Yinghe looking over, then ran a few steps and threw himself into his arms, with a soft and sweet tone: "Jiang Xianjun!"
The little monk is only four or five years old, his voice is high-pitched, his words are not very clear, it sounds sticky to the teeth, and he is more obedient than Chang Ye when he was a child.
"Here I come." The little novice said with his eyes bent, "Jiang Xianjun, please teach me the magic of immortality! Master doesn't teach me, but makes me exercise and carry water every day, and doesn't let me eat candy!"
He has been assigned to take care of Xianjun these days. Although he is taking care of him, it is just a meeting between the next generation of Lanruo Temple and the Taoist elders.
However, the little novice really thought that he was "looking after" him, and established a deep revolutionary friendship with Jiang Yinghe.
"Does Xianjun have any more sugar? Kong Jing really wants to eat it!"
The little novice has a round face and round eyes. There is still some food in Jiang Yinghe's magic storage vessel, which was used to raise cats before.
He took out some sweet pastries and gave some instructions to the little monk, but he didn't expect that on the roof of the meditation room, the abandoned cat was so angry that its whole body exploded.
The little white cat almost cried because of his grievances. It moved its paws anxiously on the roof, and wanted to continue watching, but was too jealous to dare to look at it.
Woo...
That's obviously, obviously mine...
He bit his tail and let out a choked sound from his throat.
The sweet cakes are mine, and so is the master... How can it be... how can others eat it...
The claws in his pads had been worn out long ago, and it took him a long time before he dared to come over. The sharp hooks inside were all worn off because of his irritability.
The white cat licked the blood from the hook and became a clean and well-behaved kitten, but his master said he was "clumsy" and didn't want to see him, so he gave the pastries prepared for him to other children eat.
The cat's ears drooped, and it lay on the roof and sobbed softly.
I'm waiting for you... Ye'er will never lie to you again...
Why, why don't you touch me...
The author has something to say: Lord Yaozun, who is arrogant and arrogant, cry a little louder, Ma Ma can't hear it.