When thinking about saying this sentence, Shen Du had already found 10,000 high-sounding reasons for the monk.
For example, if he breaks the precept of emptiness, he will definitely be punished in the future;
For example, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and the fact that he saved himself from everyone will definitely happen, and then all the troubles in the world will be found;
For example, outside the Tianji Temple, there are more suffering beings waiting for him to cross;
…
It was just after the words were truly spoken, all the reasons that were originally intended to persuade the monk turned into iron sand and ice slag, stuck in his throat, and not a word could come out.
It seemed that saying any more word would shatter something in his heart.
So Shen Du immediately realized it.
Even if these ten thousand reasons are true, there is only one reason that really prompted him to issue such a shocking invitation.
That is, he thought.
This dumb monk moved a little thought that he shouldn't have, so I hope he can turn his back on his original sect and join him in wandering around the world.
Wind or rain.
When the weather is good, you can go boating on the lake together to enjoy the three-autumn osmanthus and ten-mile lotus flowers; when the weather is bad, you can go to the Huxin Pavilion at night, the red clay stove, and listen to the snow to cook wine.
Even if he only has the kung fu of a three-legged cat, he is not afraid.
He has practiced Liuhe Divine Art, and is the Taoist Master of the Demon Dao. With him around, who would dare to touch him? He can protect him from life to death.
It's just that the "for example" and "he thinks" of all these are also "for example" and "he thinks" at present, and no one knows whether it will come true until the monk gives his own answer.
Shen Du sat on the rock with the words "Xiao Zi Zai Tian" engraved on it, and looked at the monk with that kind of calm gaze, but his mind was a little confused.
It was like there was wind, and it was like clouds.
The monk didn't seem to have expected him to make such an invitation, and he was turning his fingers of the beads, and then he stopped slowly.
The waterfalls and springs reflect the sky.
The light and shadow like broken jade poured down on his face and fingertips, making him look as if he was sitting on a lotus pedestal in a Buddhist country, clean and compassionate.
Shen Du's heart suddenly froze.
For the first time, he felt that every moment was as long as a period of time, and time was stretched into a path that seemed to have no end, but it finally came to an end.
The moment the monk turned his pitiful gaze towards him and shook his head lightly.
There was a silent sigh, scattered into the slightly moist air, and then smashed by the roar of the suddenly resounding waterfall, like the countless water droplets splashing on the surface of the pool, falling back into the pool and disappearing.
Shen Du's world resumed its hustle and bustle.
He was a little bit dizzy, just like when he was standing on the top of Jiantian Cliff and looking down, afraid that he would take a wrong step, so he fell down again.
When the monk left, he had no idea.
I only knew that when I woke up from that strange dizziness, I was the only one left in this little Zizitian.
It felt like waking up from a dream.
For a moment, Shen Du didn't even know where he was, how he got here, let alone what he did and what he was going to do...
Everything is in an unbalanced chaos.
The food in front of him has lost all its warmth.
The monk left the food box behind.
He stared at it for a long time, slowly lowered his eyes, and finally put away the dishes one by one and put them back, then got up and carried the food box, and slowly followed the old road when he came.
The afternoon sun was surprisingly hot.
All the surrounding rocks were white and dizzy, and even the surrounding bamboo sea was aphasia in the silent wind.
Shen Du felt very bored.
When he reached the shore of the lake where he stood when he came, he suddenly remembered that the Rainbow Rainbow Sword was still in the place where Xiao Zizitian was, so he turned back to retrieve it.
The moment he touched the sword again, he thought—
Now you can reply to Gu Zhao.
Gu Zhao is a ruthless man.
In his life creed, there was never the word "waiting" until he met a person named "Shen Du".
Has an excellent appearance, a peerless cultivation base, and an extremely high status.
He couldn't wait.
"You said that he hasn't replied to the letter for a few days. Could it be that he has already died in the Zen courtyard?"
The high cliff is like a blade that touches the sky, towering and steep. Gu Zhao sat down next to the flattest rock on it, flattened the rock, and turned it into a chessboard. One is on the ground.
"The secluded bird that flew back two days ago has not been seen yet..."
"I heard that there was some trouble in the Tianji Temple. Someone broke into the Thousand Buddhas Hall the day before yesterday. Shanzai was stabbed with a finger, at least he was seriously injured. The old slave thinks that there is a lot of wind around the mountain these days, and he has the ability to break into the Thousand Buddhas Hall. Yes, I'm afraid it's none other than Master Shen. The guarantees are uneven..."
Standing beside Gu Zhao, it was no longer Zhong Shu, but an old man.
He was short, with white hair and white beard. He was holding a snake-headed wooden crutch. His face was wrinkled, but his eyes were full of light.
Its temples are deeply concave, and at a glance, it is known that he is a master of internal power.
At this moment, he turned his eyes away from Gu Zhao's chessboard and looked at the Tianji Temple in the south direction, his eyes were a little dark.
Gu Zhao also knew what he said.
only…
"If this is the case, Shen Du is bound to feel uncomfortable now. But I always feel that the Tianji Temple will not hide him. So, how can he hide from everyone's eyes and ears when he is injured? A monk? Huh…”
Halfway through the words, the listener didn't laugh, but he himself laughed first.
The old man showed no expression.
Gu Zhao only rubbed the round stone between his fingers, and there was something subtle in his expression. After a while, he asked: "Not long ago, there seemed to be a bell ringing on the mountain. Tong Bo knew that it was out of the way. What's up?"
"It's not those people from the Demon Dao!"
Tong Bo laughed, his expression a little more sarcastic.
"I don't know who is behind the back, but a few hours ago, they actually surrounded the front of the mountain gate, and they were not beaten back. The news that the old slave found out seems to be that someone ordered Pei Wuji to go to The Tianji Temple is compelling. The leaders are Cui Hong and Yao Qing."
"Cui Hong and Yao Qing..."
Gu Zhao couldn't be more clear about these two people.
One male and one female.
Before Pei Wuji came to power, they were already well-known murderers of the demon beast. When they were old Taoist masters, they held the positions of the left and right envoys of Jian Tianya, and they have not changed for a long time.
It was rumored that Shen Duji trusted them, and they also obeyed Shen Du's words.
But it didn't take long for things to change subtly.
That year, Shen Du didn't know which muscle cramped in his head. After slaughtering a caravan passing through the Demon Road, he left behind a 16-year-old boy, who has been raised by his side ever since.
This is Pei Wuji.
That year, for the first time, there was a strange rumor on the Demon Dao, saying that the ruthless and murderous Daoist Shen was a good man, and he had a close relationship with this Pei Wuji.
There are too many ugly words.
At the beginning, no one put this young man in their eyes, but who would have thought that after a few years, he is already the left envoy of Jian Tianya under one person and above ten thousand people!
The positions of the left and right envoys originally divided by Cui Hong and Yao Qing were reduced by one at a time, leaving only the position of the right envoy. So they can only compete on this.
This year you go, next year I go.
But no one else can take back the position of Zuo Envoy from Pei Wuji's hands.
Pei Wuji was raised by Shen alone.
He beat him and scolded him, taught him martial arts; he insulted him, and taught him tricks; he tortured him, and acquiesced in his rise to power.
So I don't know when, this boy who was lonely and had nothing in his own life, became the most feared wolf in the demon road, with vicious means and ruthless slaughter.
"Pei Wuji."
Thinking about it, she felt a headache for Shen Du.
Gu Zhao's eyes that looked like clouds and mountains hidden in the fog, vaguely revealed a bit of strange meaning, but when he smeared it carefully, there was an indescribable subtlety.
In fact, he thought about a certain issue in private for a long time.
It is said that Pei Wuji is just a male pet, and today he is just leaning on Shen Du's bed, with two legs, and enjoying himself under him.
But he had seen Pei Wuji before.
Occasionally, when he lowered his eyebrows, the look in Shen Du's eyes was really not in line with the rumors.
What's even more strange is that when he talks and drinks with Shen Du in private, he never mentions Pei Wuji, even if it's a name.
"Tong Bo, let's look at the situation below. I guess that even if something happens on his side, it will be two days today and tomorrow, and it won't take longer."
After all, Shen Du has always been a smart person.
Gu Zhao believes that since he has a way to burn incense to attract a bird of knowledge to communicate with himself, he must have a way to find out the latest news, or have the confidence to act.
Tong Bo has always been unaccustomed to the relationship between his master and the big devil.
But in the final analysis, it may be that Shen Du is not used to it.
It's just that Gu Zhao has spoken, and no matter how unwilling he is, he still has to do things, so he complied, nodded, and went down the mountain with Qinggong.
The mountains are blowing.
The sun leans westward.
Gu Zhao used the crude chess piece to knock on the same crude chessboard, and what came to mind was the life of Shen Du, piece by piece. What kind of human feelings? It is this river and lake, and there is still a bit of human flavor left... "
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
But the days of hiding in Bukong Mountain gave Shen Du a rare and isolated purity. It was not so much hiding, but rather a seclusion.
The mundane world cannot be disturbed.
When I can't go, I think about escaping this predicament every day, going back to the way of demons, going back to the rivers and lakes where the blood and rain never stop; when I can go, I want to stay in this Taoyuan, avoid Let go of those worries and avoid the never-ending battle of intrigue.
Everything, but because of a monk.
If you don't meet him...
Shen Du thought that even if he was in trouble, he would not have such an idea. At most, I will spend a quiet life here, but I will not have any nostalgia for this place and a certain person that should not be there.
As far as the eye can see, the distant mountains are green, and the bamboo sea is shaking.
Shen Du walked back with the food box, and when he saw the bamboo hut in the bamboo forest where he had lived for more than 20 days, he suddenly felt an unprecedented dread.
He stood for a long time, until the mountain wind blew his body cold, then he stepped up again and walked in.
Arhat bed, small stove, wooden bookcase, bamboo bookshelf, complex scriptures, shabby south window...
The food box is placed on the table.
His eyes slowly slid over the new or old scrolls on the bookshelf, and finally fell back into the painting vat, took out the new scroll, and slowly unfolded it.
The spring orchid has not yet opened, but the butterfly has arrived.
The Buddha is just a person who is going through the world's misery, but the miserable people are caught in another stage of misery because of this, and they are intoxicated and fascinated by this Buddha's compassion for the world.
Shen Du immediately laughed.
He raised his hands together, and was about to throw the scroll into the brazier to burn, but when he was about to throw it, he realized that he was very useless and was reluctant to destroy it.
"Let's keep it..."
Time passed, and the white horse suddenly appeared.
At that time, at that moment, at that moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment. Bento is like a flashy dream in the daytime. After waking up from the dream, the traces of alcohol are still there.
Why stop, why stop
Wide sleeves, fluttering.
In the wind, he took the painting and the sword, and walked out of the bamboo hut. He was empty in his heart, and he just stared blankly at the high Buddha's top in Bukong Mountain.
He thought that if he was still normal, this crazy idea would not pop up in his mind.
Can be…
Shen Du is very clear that at this moment, he is not only abnormal, but also has a strange, drunken madness: "The monk and the Buddha, I should always take them away."