That night, Shi Jingzhi was right. As soon as Yan Budu returned to the cave, he started vomiting blood, as if he was trying to vomit all the blood out of his body. With his unsteady steps, Yan Budu might not even be able to defeat Bai Ye, let alone Kong Shi, whose skills are incompatible with each other.
Kongshi had no choice but to boil water in one bowl after another, and wiped away the blood with warm water.
The hemp-colored cloth was steaming with traces of white steam, and the dark red blood stains were wiped off bit by bit, as if a person was carefully figured out in the blood stains. The blood seeped into the gaps in the fabric, and then dispersed into the water, dyeing the clear water in the bowl a light vermilion.
The monk folded his fingers. The warm water slid past those slender and powerful hands and fell back into the bowl, making a crisp sound.
Yan Budu's face was expressionless, and his tone was still frivolous: "... Master, why should you care about me? I died here by myself. You can just drag the body back to report."
Kong Shi continued to twist the blood-stained cloth, but Quan pretended not to hear.
When the Kongshi came close to wipe the blood again, Yan Budu propped up his body and used all his strength to trap the Kongshi under him.
Yan Budu's clothes were stained with too much blood before, so he had to take them off, exposing his porcelain white skin. His breath was hot and turned into white steam, with a touch of blood. The long hair was stuck to the body with sweat, like a dark pattern like a curse.
Turning the iron bowl on tiptoe, fox fur covering the monk's robe. The cave was silent and the fire flickered. The orange-red halo was like a living thing, flowing and undulating along the figures of the two people.
Yan Budu tucked his wet hair behind his ears and deliberately propped himself on the ground with his injured arm. The pain combined with the pain caused his whole body to tremble slightly, and blood oozed from the wound on his broken arm. I don't know if it was because he was too weak, but Kong Shi didn't press the acupuncture points as hard as before.
"The master is indeed kind-hearted, and the eminent monk is an eminent monk."
Yan Budu's voice became lower and lower, like honey mixed with blood. His fingertips touched Kong Shi's face, leaving a few traces of blood between his eyebrows.
"The person who killed me was destiny and a fierce disease. Master has not broken the rule of killing..."
Finally, he no longer struggled to support his body, but he was free to fall onto the opponent's chest. With red eyes like fire and black hair like prison, they looked up and down, their faces very close.
It's so close that one's breath can't stop intertwining, and there is no external object in the field of vision.
Seeing that the other party's gaze did not change, Yan Budu was stunned. He deliberately struggled, reached out and licked Kong Shi's ear.
"...So why did Master help me?"
The word "help me" slipped out of the lips and teeth, and the words were paused, which was extremely touching.
Several days of deliberate restraint ended at this point.
Yan Budu's true colors were revealed, even if it was just his state of mind, his evil and sticky momentum made people feel uncomfortable all over. Stained with the strange color of disease, and harboring evil thoughts as deep as the black abyss, this person's smile is as beautiful as any other, and he looks like a demon living in the world.
Kong Shi moved the wet cloth and skillfully ignored the situation: "The donor raised his arm, there is still some blood to be wiped."
Yan Budu: "..."
The master's skills were profound, and no matter how lustful the atmosphere was, it was completely shattered by these words.
The red tent is warm under the moonlight in front of the flowers, and the people are motionless in the wind, just like a dead thing. This monk seemed to be touching a stone. Not to mention his physical reaction, Kong Shi didn't even blush.
Yan Budu suddenly lost interest. He rolled to the side and his whole body was covered with boring characters, letting the monk play with them. Kongshi cleaned up Yan Budu and put a cold cloth on his forehead. I made some soft vegetable soup that was easy to eat and fed it bit by bit.
The wind howled and the snow flakes danced. The chessboard lay quietly a few steps away, with the final game of the previous game still on it.
Yan Budu never has trouble with himself. He slowly swallowed the vegetable soup, his eyes traveled all over Kong Shi's body, and he showed a smile that was sure to win: "Kong Shi, Kong Shi, you are..."
He didn't finish his sentence and continued to glance at the monk meaningfully.
Kong Shi's face was calm, and his deep facial features were immersed in light and shadow, but there was no hint of sharpness. He always seemed to have that gentle and comfortable expression, unhurried, unhurried and unhurried.
No joy or sorrow.
The two of them were speechless.
Shi Jingzhi frowned: "If this continues, Master Kongshi's condition will not be good."
"The empty stone technique is designed to restrain Yan Budu. Yan Budu's injured arm has not healed, his spirit is weak, his body is weak, and he is not completely sure. He will not attack easily."
"It's not a matter of grasp, it's a matter of winning or losing."
Shi Jingzhi paused, glanced at Yin Ci, and tried to be as cautious as possible: "If Yan Budu kills Kong Shi with an ordinary sneak attack, he won't be able to defeat Master Kong Shi."
Yin Ci said with great interest: "Continue."
Shi Jingzhi got excited: "He learned the Nightmare Breaking Technique just to control the situation. For people like Yan Budu, losing the initiative is more uncomfortable than death. But to defeat people like Kong Shi, kill him It’s useless, destroying is the only way to win.”
Yin Ci smiled half-heartedly: "Talk from experience?"
"Is your teacher like such a, ahem, dark person?"
When this person feels guilty, he really likes to call himself "teacher".
"I'm not an empty stone, and I don't have a Buddha in my heart. I've seen you crazier, so there's no need to walk on thin ice... Didn't I say, I prefer you like this."
When these words came out, Shi Jingzhi felt as if his tail was being pinched. He quickly moved his eyes away and studied Yan Budu's cigarette pendant.
Yin Ci smiled and shook his head.
Facts have proved that Shi Jingzhi and Yan Budu are indeed in tune.
Under Kong Shi's care, Yan Budu withstood this ordeal. He was not in a hurry to kill Kong Shi, but acted as if nothing had happened. The two of them should chat and play chess.
Yin Ci could tell that Yan Budu had changed his strategy.
After a few days of harmony, Yan Budu knew in his heart that as long as they didn't talk about good and evil, the two of them could always have a good conversation. From mathematics and music to astronomy and history, day after day, they never lacked topics.
Yan Budu is like an experienced hunter who is very patient with his prey.
He never mentioned a word about the bad things he had done, and he kept his pace and presented himself as a dissolute gentleman. When he got excited, he would occasionally touch and tease Kong Shi. It's just that everyone's behavior was just a little off, just at the point where Kong Shi would not avoid it.
Flick your fingertips and sweep your hair. The words are romantic but not obscene, the touch is ambiguous but not explicit, everything is just right.
The strange thing is that, unlike before, Yan Budu did not deliberately act. He no longer avoided the cruel and violent part of his character, peeled off the layers of masks, showed his true nature, and got along with Kong Shi as he pleased.
The empty stone was as he expected, remaining calm despite the rain and wind.
Just like this, after more than ten days, a month has passed in my mind.
The coldest moment has passed, the wind and snow outside the cave have also eased a lot, and Yan Budu's arm is finally close to recovery.
The two people's schedules became regular.
In the morning, Kong Shi went out to expel the illusion and open a way out. Yan Budu took over the task of foraging and would bring back some vegetables, meat and eggs every day. The two of them are vegetarians, and the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river.
After lunch, the two played chess. The game lasted for several hours, with good and evil talking about everything. The two masters are knowledgeable and talented, and they no longer have the silent silence of the past few days.
At sunset, the chess game will definitely end in a draw. Kong Shi began to chant sutras, while Yan Budu silently used his internal energy to heal his injuries. Occasionally he couldn't hold on any longer and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. Kong Shi would also help him wash and clean his body and regulate his breathing.
Every time at this time, Yan Budu would always wipe off a few handfuls of oil, and would not stop until the monk frowned.
The initial tit-for-tat confrontation, murderous intent and madness now seem like nothingness. Looking at these days alone, the two of them are more like friends who have had a tacit understanding for many years than mortal enemies.
Compared with the beginning, whether it was his acting skills or his sincerity, Yan Budu looked much more relaxed. But Kong Shi's complexion did not change, and remained as gentle as before.
But the master and apprentice who were watching understood that this was just a short period of peace after they accidentally entered the ancient formation.
Once the remaining formations outside the mountain are cleared, the severe cold and snowstorm will no longer be able to trap masters like Yan Budu and Kong Shi. When the two of them leave this narrow cave, they will enter a situation of immortality - either Kong Shi will die here, or Yan Budu will be caught by Kong Shi and taken to Jianchen Temple, never to see the light of day again.
They can't stay here forever.
...How on earth did Yan Budu "destroy the empty stone"
Spending many days together to numb the empty stone and let the monk be moved by love. Or should he pretend to repent and then hit him in the back
Yan Budu was extremely cruel and had neither a satisfactory opponent nor a close friend. If you spend the last years of your life like this, it can even be said to be the best way to die. Does he still want to "destroy the empty stone"
Yan Budu has always had no taboos and behaves wantonly, and cannot be judged by common sense. Seeing now, the master and the disciple were not sure.
Until something unexpected happened.
That day, the two of them were playing chess as usual, and suddenly they talked about "death".
"I'm not willing to die like this. Kongshi, have you ever heard of 'seeing flesh'? Those who eat will live forever."
"Amitabha, Buddhism does not like this."
"I guess so. How can a sect that only wears sand hoops for fun seek immortality?"
"Has the donor ever found the sight meat?"
"You found me and I'm still here?"
Kong Shi pressed the chess pieces slowly: "What about the benefactor, the Immortal Queen?"
"...Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"The benefactor is now a master, enjoying all the wealth and honor in the world, but he also treats everyone as pigs and dogs. So, if the benefactor ascends to immortality, what kind of thinking will he change, and what kind of life will he change?"
Yan Budu's breath was stagnant.
"The warehouse is full of gold and silver, and the reputation is notorious. The people are stupid and there is no one around them. The benefactor, the Immortal, will only make this situation last longer. I'm sorry that the poor monk can't see the difference."
"Gods are different from mortals, how can there be no difference?"
"Then the donor wants to give up the mortal world and cut off the seven emotions and six desires?" Kong Shi smiled rarely, "Does the donor want to give up?"
Yan Budu also unusually darkened his face: "Who said you wouldn't be able to cross me at the beginning, Kong Shi, what do you mean?"
"Amitabha, the poor monk is curious."
"Are you also curious? It's rare."
"The remaining formation outside the mountain has been cleared for eight or nine times, and the mountain road has appeared. Maybe tomorrow, we will not have another chance to talk. The poor monk wants to take this opportunity to clear up his doubts, that's all."
The last round
So that was it, this was their last game.
Months of relaxation and peace are ultimately a dream. Just as the chess game changes every day, the outcome never changes.
Yan Budu's expression changed slightly, from sadness to slight arrogance, and arrogance turned into compassion with a hint of charity.
After a moment of silence and burning incense, he slowly squeezed the chess pieces and said in a casual tone: "I have become a god, so I must first live my life slowly. Do whatever you want, no longer worry about those messy things, and don't have to deal with those messy things. A two-faced person who doesn’t mean what he says.”
"Anyway, mortals in this world only have a few masks and a few reactions. I'm tired of killing people, so why not catch an interesting immortal to accompany me to pass the time. The heaven is so big, there is always something I can't see through, right? Then you will feel free and at ease, just... "
… Just like this moment.
Yan Budu opened his eyes slightly.
Seeing that he was mid-sentence, Kongshi didn't say anything further, but reminded him in a gentle voice: "Donor, it's your turn to make a move."
Click.
The stone chess pieces rolled from the trembling fingers and hit the ground.
The next moment, Yan Budu spurted out a large mouthful of black blood. He struggled and fell to the ground, huddled up.
The chess piece just now was soaked in a pool of black blood, and its color was three points darker than the other chess pieces.
Yan Budu's charming face was completely distorted. Through his messy long hair, he rolled his eyes and looked at Kong Shi, his eyes full of disbelief, resentment and grievance. He was twitching in pain, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Kong Shi stood up: "Donor, I'll help you move to another place—"
"Get out!" Yan Budu screamed, his nails digging into the ground tightly, and his flesh and blood were blurred. "Asshole, do you know you..."
As soon as he squeezed out a few words, more black blood spurted out.
Yan Budu was shaking so badly that he could hardly speak normally. Looking at this situation, it is more serious than all the previous attacks combined.
The tacit understanding and peace of the day were shattered, and Yan Budu appeared panicked for the first time. His negative emotions seemed to be out of control, with fear, sorrow, and hatred all mixed together, with black blood splattering everywhere.
"How could I...how could I have just wanted to..."
Different from the previous illness, countless small and black blood vessels appeared all over Yan Budu's body. They are intertwined with each other, slender and delicate, and are set off by the white skin, like fine cracks in porcelain.
Beautiful and terrifying.
Yan Budu was still playing chess normally a moment ago, but now he developed a high fever, and his whole head was radiating heat in the severe cold. He was in a strange situation, as if he was possessed by a maniac, but there was no sign of any loss of energy in his body. As soon as Kong Shi helped him up, Yan Budu screamed, and the energy all over his body exploded desperately, forcing Kong Shi back.
Kong Shi finally showed a strange expression: "Donor, this is...?"
"Congratulations, monk, congratulations." This time Yan Budu said in a strange tone, "No matter what this time, you have to carry a dead man out of the mountain. , cough, so easy."
"The last day, no... isn't it? Tomorrow you and I will be rivals again, so there's no need... you don't need to do anything."
Yan Budu's eyes were bloodshot, and his red pupils were like the fire of hell, revealing a bit of desperate madness.
"I... I should have killed you long ago... It's a pity that people like you won't go to hell with me..."
After he finished his harsh words, his whole body seemed empty. Then, Yan Budu just desperately scratched the ground with his hands with turned-out nails, his voice too low to be heard. Kongshi got closer and could barely hear a few vague "why" and "why".
Kong Shi sighed softly.
The monk opened Yan Budu's hands, wrapped the wound carefully, and wiped away the blood from his mouth and nose, his movements gentle as before.
But in the end, Kong Shi ignored Yan Budu's struggle and forcefully took his pulse.
"The poor monk saw good medicine a few days ago. If he can pick it up in time, it should be able to save his life."
"This move... "
"Today is today, and tomorrow is tomorrow. The patient is the patient, and the opponent is the opponent." Kong Shi lowered his gaze, his voice was clear and clear, and there was no confusion. "Donor, it's better not to move around and wait for me to come back."
In severe pain, Yan Budu suddenly showed a bloody smile.
"The master is so attentive, maybe he has taken a liking to me... If you don't mind the bloodshot, I can't play with the master... A human being will die under the peony flower, and a ghost can be romantic..."
"If only with a few words from the donor, the poor monk could turn his heart to the mortal world, then the poor monk would have been covered with worries."
After saying that, the worn monk's robe swept through the air. Kong Shi carried the stone sword on his back, straightened his back, and stepped into the wind and snow without hesitation.
Yan Budu was leaning on the stone wall, looking at the back of Kong Shi, his eyes so complex that it was difficult to describe.
After a while, he finally lost his strength and fell into a coma.