What is it like
Nature is nice, nice, nice looking.
Shen Du looked back at Pei Wuji and answered in his heart, but when he looked at his expression, he somehow swallowed all the words that came to his mouth, just smiled lightly, and sat on the horse as usual, relaxed. Holding the reins, let the horse move forward.
Ink-stained green hills loomed in the twilight.
About an hour later, the sky completely darkened.
Gu Zhao and Lu Fan led people to walk on the other side. At this moment, they looked at the sky and pulled their horses in front of a deep valley. They raised their voices and asked Shen Du: "At this hour, if you go to the Chanyuan tonight at night. See, shall we keep going, or stop and make some repairs?"
If we keep moving forward, of course, we will soon be able to reach the Chanyuan, and with the compassion of the monks, most of them can let them sleep in the Chanyuan, so as not to sleep in the mountains.
In terms of Shen Du's previous temperament, of course he has to move forward.
But now is different after all.
Right now, although he did bring the righteous talents with him, but after all, he was an evil demon who had broken into the Thousand Buddhas Hall and killed many people, and worshipping the Zen Temple late at night would inevitably make people feel aggressive.
He didn't care what the other bald donkeys in the temple thought, but there was still the monk in it.
So after pondering for a while, Shen Du directly looked back at Zhao Dao: "There is no need to move forward, anyway, it is a famous ancient temple, and it would be rude to disturb you late at night. I will stop here tonight, find a place to rest first, and go to the temple tomorrow as well. ."
Speaking so politely.
Others don't know Shen Du, and I'm afraid they think it's nothing, but a few people who know a little about him, such as Gu Zhao, Yao Qing and others, are all a little surprised.
But this trip was entirely in his hands, and even if he made a small speech, no one would say it. Instead, they all stopped their horses and started looking around nearby.
They have been traveling on the mountain road, and they are still familiar with the surrounding environment, and soon found a valley sheltered from the wind.
At night, there are still people of good and evil who are watching the wind.
Shen Du and the others came out of the demonic way, even if they stopped to rest, they were clearly different from those of the righteous way, and everyone took one side.
After rushing down for a few days, everyone on the Demon Road already knew what Shen Du's habits were and how to serve this precious Taoist master.
As soon as they found a place, there were people going around busy.
A small group of people went to the mountains to hunt game, and went to the lower reaches of the stream to take care of it; a few people brought water bags to the upper stream to fetch water, and brought back the clean water for everyone to drink.
A bonfire was set up at night.
Shen Du was sitting on a large rock next to him, and the two swords of Chuihong and Xuelu were casually placed at his feet. The overturned scabbard with patterns reflected the firelight, which was like Jean's face, with a rare tenderness.
Pei Wuji has been with him for many years, where have you seen him show such an expression
At the moment, he came over with two hares that had been cleaned up, put them on the freshly cut wooden sticks and put them on the fire, and sneered inexplicably.
Shen Du looked up at him, but he didn't speak.
The atmosphere at night became a little weird.
Shen came alone because his ten fingers never touched the spring water. When there were people around, he never did it by himself, even when there was no one around, he tried to do it himself, and it always made a mess, so at this moment, he didn't intervene to help Pei Wu. silent meaning.
He just sat by and watched.
The skinned wild rabbit still had some blood on it, but under the gradual licking of the flames, there was still a strong oily fragrance, which made people drool.
People in the Demon Dao are no longer surprised by such a situation, but the right side is still in a state of watching a fresh one. Although they have been on the road for a few days, they have seen Pei Wuji bake things for Shen Du, but every time they see I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
After all, Pei Wuji was the left envoy of Jian Tianya.
Zhengdao's side is not ignorant of his origin and origin, and he has always been widely spread in the rivers and lakes.
Therefore, there are more reverie and rumors about the relationship between the two people for no reason.
But Shen Du ignored them.
Pei Wuji baked the food, and then tore off the best baked part and handed it to him, and he naturally took it and ate it.
After eating about seven minutes of fullness, he drank some water, and then rested under the stone rock sheltered from the wind.
Going out, and walking with the right path, even if you are sleeping, you are actually sleeping very lightly. After all, you have to guard against the other party's attack at night.
But this night, probably because it was too close to the Tianji Temple, Shen Du closed his eyes for almost an hour, but he didn't even feel sleepy. On the contrary, with his profound skills, his five senses are extremely sensitive, and he can even hear the wind and grass in the mountains clearly.
After tossing and turning like this, three hours passed, and he was still awake.
Shen Du sighed in his heart, knowing that it would be difficult for him to fall asleep that night, so he simply opened his eyes.
A frost-white crescent moon in Tianshan suddenly fell into his eyes.
The ancient pine weeds hung upside down on the mountain wall above the deep valley, and the moist clouds and mists were faintly flowing through it.
Occasionally, the sound of insects and birdsong makes the place more silent.
There was a cool breeze blowing at night, and there was a rustling sound.
Shen Du followed the source of the voice and saw the bamboo sea stretching for dozens of miles under the moonlight.
Green in the day, green in the night.
Just such a thick piece of color lies in the mountains, but every branch and every leaf has an unconventional state of mind, as if whispering.
The people around the Demon Dao and the people on the Right Dao not far away seemed to be fast asleep. Only the people who stayed on patrol from both sides were still walking in the distance, keeping an eye on each other and listening to the surrounding movement.
Shen Du watched for a long time and thought about it for a long time.
But no matter how many rational thoughts pop up, when they touch the sea of bamboo that he sees and thinks in his heart, they are all beaten to nothing.
He just kept his eyes open and sat like this for three full quarters without moving. Finally, he couldn't hold back. He picked up the two swords beside him. Shadow disappeared.
At the foot of the mountain behind Bukong Mountain, the bamboo forest is dense, and the leftover leaves are piled all over the ground.
The wind passed through the bamboo forest, and there was a humming sound from the simple and even humble bamboo hut in the forest.
There was no light in the room, it was pitch black.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open, and finally made a jerky and sour sound.
A section of moonlight poured into the door from the outside.
Because of the galloping all the way, the visitor still had some irregular breathing in his chest, and his tall figure cast a shadow in the moonlight, and suddenly became still.
There was dust in the air, a pale color in the moonlight.
The sandalwood scent that was always lingering in this bamboo hut has become faint at some point, and it seems that it has been diluted by the flowing time, so I can hardly smell it.
Only the medicinal fragrance still had traces of bitterness.
only…
nobody.
Not even that monk.
Shen Du's heart that was burning for no reason when he came, was finally left in the cold at the moment when he opened the door with vague hope.
After standing at the door for a long time, he came in.
In the stove used in winter, only cold charcoal ashes are left, there is no pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bookcase, and there are no Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf. Even, a thin layer of ash had fallen in the house, and when I reached out and touched the bookshelf lightly, it was covered with hands.
The whole house became empty, as if no one had ever lived here, and all the love and affection that had happened in this small bamboo hut was just a dream for him.
Can't touch, can't find.
Shen Du suddenly became a little lost: That monk, did he finally move back to the Zen Temple from here
Outside the lonely window, the moon is cold, and the bamboo shadows shake.
In the middle of the night, the Tianji Temple on the top of the mountain is not empty, the lights have gradually dimmed, and all the magnificent buildings in the courtyard are asleep in the darkness. Come.
Abbot Yuanmie stood in front of the window and looked out into the darkness.
Behind him is a tall Buddha statue with incense offerings in front of the Buddha, while the monk in a snow-white robe stands in front of the Buddha with his back to the window, looking up at the Buddha's compassionate eyes.
The dim candlelight did not illuminate his face.
Only the figure covered by the large monk's robe cast a swaying shadow on the futon not far away.
"The ambition of the demons and the wolves actually forced the righteous path to act as a tiger, and to open their eyes for them to seize the martial arts essence left by the martial arts. Just now, the disciples from the bottom of the mountain came to report that their group stayed in a valley six miles away at night. I will be forced to go to the Chanyuan at dawn tomorrow.”
Yuan Mie looked at it, sighed, and turned around.
"The monks are merciful, but with a single thought, you have saved the evil demons that harmed the common people. Now that this scorpion is making a comeback, if the Buddha's possession falls into its hands, I don't know what kind of bloody storm it will set off. At that time, how should you deal with it? "
The figure of the monk did not move, but still stared at the Buddha's eyes in the heights, as if he wanted to know what the gods and Buddhas in the sky were looking at with these pair of compassionate eyes, and it seemed that he wanted to obtain something from these pair of real eyes of wisdom. Answers to the puzzles.
But the Buddha does not speak, the Buddha does not speak.
So he was silent for a long time before he said: "The evil spirits are outsiders, and they are a disaster for the common people; one thought has been wrong, and now they should wake up and get rid of them."