no signs of spirituality

Although Nijian Temple is named after a temple, it is not a temple.

Although the mud monk is called a monk, he is not a monk.

The monk in the mud does not observe the precepts of killing, prostitution, meat, and drinking. He has a wife and children, drinks alcohol and eats meat. He has a gloomy personality and has no friends for thousands of years.He lived alone and didn't want to live with the ghosts in the mud, so he spent a hundred years building a temple pagoda on this rocky and harsh slope.

Therefore, it took a lot of effort for Xie Lingzheng to come to visit this time.He first persuaded the god to stop following him, then weaved brambles and bamboo strips into claws, used the newly learned concealment spell to hide his breath, and used his strength to climb up from the bottom of the tower to the top of the tower. When Jianseng's family had lunch, they tapped on the wooden window lightly.

The little daughter of the mud monk who had never seen an outsider was so frightened that he cried loudly. The monk was furious and picked up a broom to beat Xie Lingzheng out. The little girl conjured a beautiful peach blossom.

The little girl made him laugh, so he lost his vigilance and pulled his sleeve to play with this strange brother. Only then did he have time to look at the cold-eyed mud monk, who was indeed dressed as a monk with a hot head Madara was wearing a scarlet cassock, with drooping long eyebrows that looked kindly and kindly, but there was a bit of viciousness in the eyes that looked at him, and he was holding a piece of chicken leg bone in his hand, pointing at the jade pillow at the back of his head.

Xie Lingzheng laughed and stood up, bowed to salute the senior, but was interrupted directly by him.

The mud monk said: "I know you, you are that little ghost Xie Lingzheng, aren't you dead?"

Xie Lingzheng said: "Xu Shi is dead, Xu Shi is alive, if you think about it, senior won't mind."

The mud monk snorted: "I heard that you love to make friends, and all the friends you made died, and then you died too. Go away, I won't make friends with you."

Xie Lingzheng smiled: "Senior hates the boy, so the boy can't force it, but if the boy wants to borrow the cassock from the senior, he can make a written proof, and he will return it in the future."

Hearing this, the mud monk pulled out his tin stick with a loud clang, thumped the ground heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good, Xie Lingzheng, you say it nicely, but you actually want to demolish my house. Jump out of the window, don't you?" Jump and I will beat you out!"

The big red cassock worn by the monk in the mud room was originally a magic weapon for the ghost monk to realize his anger among the ten ghost generals.After Wu Wu's death, it fell into the hands of the mud monk. The mud monk could build a house near the cut snow mark because of the cassock to protect the whole room. If Xie Lingzheng borrowed it this time, he would have to bring his family with him Go back to the mud and join the ghosts.

Knowing that he was angry, Xie Lingzheng had to salute again and again, and said: "To tell you the truth, since the boy was born, he has been unable to get close to the fairy arts, but he has an obsession in his heart, and wants to break the fairy curse on the top of the mud path. , the only way to fight against it is to borrow the treasures of the seniors, and I also ask the seniors to help me a little bit."

The mud monk froze for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said: "You yellow-haired boy, where did you get the ability to remove that curse mark?"

Xie Lingzheng said: "No one can break this curse for a hundred years, but the souls under the curse have added a lot. If things go on like this, all the ghosts will be imprisoned underground. No matter how difficult it is to see the light of day again, they will surely wither. I have more confidence than others. If you believe me, let me try it. If it works, how can you be short of a living room? If not, you can also leave a lesson for future generations , this treasure will be returned as it is, and even if I die, I will entrust someone to pay for it."

After hearing this, the mud monk touched his forehead and said, "But I want to go underground for a few days and suffer bad luck for nothing."

Xie Lingzheng laughed loudly: "The owner of the Snake Stove Tavern in Nixiadao is my friend. Then I will treat you to a rare wine, so that you will not be wronged at all."

The monk in the mud room spat and said: "The Snake Stove Tavern, Bohu Gong's old man's place, what good wine can he have with his bad taste, I will ask Cui Niang to take two jars of century-old treasures and let you see them world."

Xie Lingzheng said happily: "Senior, did you agree?"

"Promise to drink!" The fake monk stared, "If you want to borrow my clothes, you need to add something—you have to make a bet with me."

Xie Lingzheng asked, "How to gamble?"

"Just bet on whether you can get rid of the curse." The mud monk said, "If you can get rid of it, you win, and I don't want you to return my cassock. I will let you keep it as a bellyband for your wife in the future."

Xie Lingzheng couldn't help laughing: "According to your auspicious words, I will be accompanied by a beautiful woman."

"Why are you in a hurry, I haven't finished yet!" The mud monk was dissatisfied, "If you lose, come back with your tail between your legs and return this thing to me, I have been wronged in the mud for several days, I want you Repay it to me, and serve as a servant in my pagoda and temple for 20 years, sweeping and tidying up, and let me drive it."

"It's indeed what juniors should do." Xie Lingzheng said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, there are still more." The mud monk said, "20 years later, my daughter Axue will be 25 years old, a tall and graceful girl, and she will surely grow up like her mother. I see that although your looks and talents are mediocre, you are a clean young man, why don't you just stay here, join my family, and be a good husband for my daughter."

Xie Lingzheng was stunned, unable to laugh or cry, and said: "This is not good. If Ling Ai grows up and thinks that the younger generation is too fond of wine and careless, you mess up the mandarin ducks, and you will miss Ling Ai's life."

"You dare to miss her, I'll castrate you!" The mud monk looked fierce, and then picked up the little girl beside him, put him on his lap to play with, and smiled kindly again, "But if Axue If you don’t like it, you can’t, and of course you can’t take advantage of it, you prodigal son, then you can go back to the muddy road and sleep in flowers and willows.”

After hearing this, Xie Lingzheng understood that he was agreeing to borrow from each other, so he bowed down and saluted, and said solemnly: "Lingzheng thanked senior in advance, this is a big matter, Lingzheng dare not promise himself, but he will do his best. Go, do your best."

With a wave of his hand, the mud monk pushed him back, took off his red cassock and took a picture of him, then strode out the door, shouting "Cui Niang".

Xie Lingzheng folded the cassock, hung it in the crook of his arm, leaned over and asked the little girl who was thrown on the chair: "Is that 'Cui Niang' your mother?"

Miss A Xue turned her black and shiny eyes, nodded and said: "Daddy is happy, and wants to ask mother to fetch wine."

"Daddy is happy?" Xie Lingzheng smiled.

"Happy!" Ashe shook her little feet in red embroidered shoes, and said in a clear voice, "There are only three jars of wine, one jar was given away when her father and friend passed away a hundred years ago, and the other jar will be reserved for Ah Xue to drink when she gets married. Yes, there is another altar that Daddy hasn’t figured out when to open it himself!”

Xie Lingzheng lowered his eyes and smiled, as if something had melted in his heart, he touched the girl's forehead and said softly: "Then I have to taste this rare wine."

Ashen looked at him for a while with her watery eyes, then suddenly handed him back the branch of peach blossom just now.

Xie Lingzheng took it blankly: "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

"Daddy said, give flowers to beauties." A Xue blinked and said, "I will borrow flowers to present Buddha, and give them to you."

At sunset, the mud monk, Mrs. Cui, and A Xue came out of the temple tower, and set up a table of wine and food on the terrace to entertain the guests. , Xie Lingzheng felt faint envy.

Several people watched the moon with wine, Mrs. Cui looked gentle and gentle, and when she opened her mouth, she looked like a heroine, bold and heroic, sitting with the monk in the mud, like a couple of gods, but Xie Lingzheng knew that Mrs. Cui was It is transformed by a genuine ghost, so it is more appropriate to say "ghost couple" rather than a couple of gods and immortals.

A table of people laughed and drank until late at night, the moon was in the sky, and there was a lot of joking and joking. During this time, the mud monk played a flute, and Madam Cui played the drum for a while. with a sword.

Xiao Wuyin sat high on the top of the temple tower, hiding in the shadow of the eaves, quietly watching the people laughing and laughing below, listening to the sound of feasting in his ears.

He was a little dazed, a little wandering, his eyes were dizzy and he couldn't see clearly.Xie Lingzheng, who is laughing and dancing under the tower, is both familiar and unfamiliar to him. He can almost touch the kind of joy that seems to be real, but because he can't understand it, he is trapped in the high clouds outside the barrier and film.

Xie Lingzheng's sword dance is not very good, it can even be said to be full of mistakes and flaws, probably because the sword moves learned in the previous life are not remembered much now, and perhaps the scar on his right hand still hurts, so his movements are a bit erratic, Unsteady, and a little sloppy.

But Xiao Wuyin also thought that Xie Lingzheng was like this even when his hands and feet were not injured.He never advocated perfection, and sometimes he would appreciate flaws in jade and flowers falling into soil. The Taoism he insists on does not regard clear rules and precepts as right or wrong. He has his own weights and measures in his heart, which are not accepted by the fairy world, nor are they It is the same as Gui Daoquan, so he doesn't care whether his soul is complete or incomplete, and he doesn't force his memory to be restored or lost.

He should not be bound by everything, he should always be as happy and unrestrained as he is at this moment, Yingtai Mountain does not belong to him, and he does not belong to Yingtai Mountain, Xiao Wuyin can't get him, and he no longer loves Xiao No sound.

Xiao Wuyin thought to himself: His appearance at the moment is excellent, but what he carries in his arms is the source of his footsteps.

He took out the white jade vial from his bosom, and brought it to his lips and nose, trying to find a trace of familiar breath, but the departed soul was just a wisp of meaningless dust and smoke after all.He closed his eyes, got up and walked to the edge of the house, unfolded his robe sleeves, waved his arms, and the white jade bottle drew an arc, and then fell into the deep valley.

He turned his face away, holding back the tremor on his shoulders against the moonlight, he finally lost the most important thing in his life once again.

Xiao Wuyin raised his hand and touched his eye sockets, but this time there was no water stain. He didn't understand why, but his eyes were sore and dry. He suddenly thought of Feilongchuan. When there is no snow, rain and dew, it will always be just The dry riverbed is difficult to convey the meaning of life and fate.

At this moment, someone patted his shoulder lightly.

Xiao Wuyin looked back, and saw Xie Lingzheng sitting under the moonlight at some point, looking at him with some puzzlement, holding the jade bottle that he had just dropped from the pagoda in his hand.

Xie Lingzheng seemed to be drunk, his eyes were a little blurred, the corners of his eyes were slightly flushed, and there was still a smile on his lips, his voice sounded a little sweet because of the alcohol: "God, why are you throwing things around?"

Xiao Wuyin didn't answer.

Xie Lingzheng was very drunk, and in a trance, he grabbed a strand of snowy hair in front of him, held it in front of him and looked at it, and then raised his head to look at Xianjun's face: "You look so sad, obviously it is something as precious as life, Why just throw it away?"

Xiao Wuyin still remained silent, as if his heart had been severely twisted, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Xie Lingzheng thought he didn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice, straightened his tongue, and asked word by word: "It's obviously something as precious as life, why throw it away?"

Xiao Wuyin sighed: "Don't ask any more, Lingzheng."

The drunk man really didn't know what to do, he twisted his lock of hair tightly in his hands, and refused to let go of what he said, and looked at him with bright and clear eyes, naive and cruel, ignorant and fearless, and persistently asked Him: "Why throw it away?"

Xiao Wuyin grabbed his shoulder suddenly, bit his lips lightly, broke into his teeth, and gave him a short and deep kiss.

"Because it's not mine anymore," he said. "I can't have it anymore."

When Xie Lingzheng woke up the next day, the sun was already rising.

He was hungover all night, and when he woke up, he was still sleeping on the top of the pagoda, covered with a big red cassock, and holding a lock of snow-white hair in his hand.

He rubbed his eyes, suddenly remembered what happened last night, felt a little depressed, wanted to apologize to Bai Luosha, but there was no one around.

The white hair that he was clasping to sleep was cut off and left in his hand. Besides, there was a jade bottle and a letter beside him.

He glanced at the jade bottle, but did not accept it, opened the letter, and at a glance confirmed that it was Bai Luocha's handwriting.

Earlier in the letter, Bai Luocha bid him farewell and told him about the jade bottle, saying that "the jade bottle is originally a spiritual sign and should be returned" but "it contains bad things", and asked Xie Lingzheng to destroy it as soon as possible, or not to open it in this life. Why is not explained in detail.The latter part said, "Zhanxue's sword marks are extremely fierce, and they cannot be removed by ordinary immortal spells. Looking at all the spells and spells, only one method can eliminate them. The spell has been written on the back of the paper, so you must memorize it by heart. Be careful and make no mistakes."

Xie Lingzheng was a little surprised, turned the letter paper to the back, and sure enough, the book contained incantations, the length and content of which were hundreds of times more complicated than what he usually used, but upon careful inspection, he found it somewhat familiar, as if he had learned how to use it before. , Read it silently several times, and it will be memorized by heart.

Xie Lingzheng read the incantation several times, and suddenly the name of the incantation appeared in his mind:

Return to immortality curse.