The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

"Jing Zhan...Jing Zhan..."

A dull and heavy voice came from a distance, and surrounded Jing Zhan's ears.

who is it?

Who is calling him?

He is going to save Master...

He is going to save Su Wangli!

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that he was no longer in the ruined temple, the surroundings were blank, and there was nothing.

Where is he?

"Jing Zhan..."

This voice again...

Jing Zhan felt that the voice was extremely annoying at the moment, and he was restless in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Who are you! Come out if you have the ability!"

After finishing speaking, I went to summon Nianjun, but the spiritual power was obviously there, why couldn't I summon it?

"Don't try it, it's useless..." The heavy voice sighed impatiently as if he knew what he was going to do, and said.

"Who the hell are you!" Jing Zhan was most annoyed by the feeling that he was in the clear and the enemy in the dark, and he was most annoyed by his own thoughts being seen through, so he shouted immediately.

"Me? I am you..." The voice paused and replied.

Jing Zhan was stunned for a moment, as if hearing some big joke, he actually started laughing, the louder he laughed, he couldn't stop.

"You're just trying to cover up your uneasiness." The deep voice sounded again, but Jing Zhan immediately lost his voice. The face that had been laughing was extremely gloomy at the moment, and his voice was as cold as ice, and said: "who are you?"

The male voice still calmly repeated: "I said it before, I am you."

"What on earth are you going to do! Do you dare to show yourself!" Jing Zhan was almost insane, and the surroundings were glaring white, but Jing Zhan was the only one.

"Tsk, you're still so reckless. Be a human being and be calm." After the voice finished speaking, it disappeared into a blank chaos, leaving Jing Zhan alone.

"Who are you! Come out! Come out!"

The surrounding picture suddenly turned into pitch black, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Even Jing Zhan thought he was blind, but suddenly lit up again.

Looking closely, I found that I was in a forest. It looked like it was early morning, with mist and humid water vapor rushing towards my face. The dewdrops among the green grass were crystal clear. With a light touch, they slid down on the wet and soft mud. in the land.

Where is this again?

Jing Zhan was at a loss in his heart, could it be that he had entered an illusion again?

Thinking of this, he immediately became vigilant, squinted his eyes and looked around, for fear that some monsters and beasts would appear in the next moment.

But there was nothing, just silence, birds chirping and shouting on the branches, although it was early morning, it was extremely hot, and there was not even a little wind, and the stuffy Jing Zhan felt annoyed and irritable.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the distance, and someone was approaching step by step. Seeing this, Jing Zhan immediately jumped onto the branch with all his strength, sticking to the branch vigilantly, clenched his hands into fists, as if he was going to use his strength the next moment attack.

I saw a not-so-big figure stepping into the soft mud in the distance, walking over step by step, difficult and slow, with a big bamboo basket on his back, and a high ponytail swaying back and forth because of his not-so-stable figure .

Jing Zhan held his breath, like a ferocious beast ready to go, but when the person walked in, he saw clearly, and let go of all his strength.

Is that... Su Wangli?

Why is his master here?

Jing Zhan was still leaning on the branch vigilantly, for fear that this was some phantom trap.

But the man under the tree didn't seem to notice him at all, or he couldn't see him at all. He just looked down at the weeds in the mud, and stopped at a place closer to Jing Zhan's tree.

Jing Zhan immediately clenched his fists, fearing that he would attack suddenly.

Unexpectedly, this man just squatted down, pulled out a few grasses and put them on the tip of his nose to smell them, then excitedly took the grass away to have a look, and put it into the bamboo basket on his back.

He is... looking for medicine?

Jing Zhan slowly relaxed.

I saw the man under the tree suddenly raised his head and looked at the tree.Jing Zhan's unsteady heart immediately raised his throat.

But the man acted as if he couldn't see him, and muttered to himself: "What time is it, why isn't the sun out yet?"

After saying that, he stood up, carried the bamboo basket on his back, and walked forward with difficulty.

Jing Zhan was sure that he couldn't see him, so he jumped off the tree and followed him.

I didn't observe carefully just now, but now I realize that Su Wangli is actually a head shorter than himself, and his figure is also thin and thin. Except for the fair cheeks that have not yet left their tenderness, the rest is completely different from now.

"Master's cough seems to be much better than before. It seems that my medicine is still effective." Su Wangli said to himself, flicking his ponytail proudly, reaching out to pat the bamboo basket containing the medicine behind him, grinning The mouth smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth, eyebrows and eyes curved.

Jing Zhan followed behind, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

When is this Master?

Just as he was thinking, he saw the person in front of him suddenly stop and looked into the bushes with a panicked expression on his face.

Then he squatted down and reached out to touch the grass, but he didn't dare to touch it.

What is it?

Jing Zhan walked over, squatted beside Su Wangli, and followed his gaze into the grass.

I saw a slender little black snake lying dying in the green grass. There were countless bloody teeth marks on its body. It was bitten by some monster. The wound was extremely deep, and it seemed that it would not survive.

But Jing Zhan is surprised that if the thing in front of him is a snake, there are two horns growing on the left and right sides of its head, but if it is not a snake, he has never seen anything other than a snake with this slender shape. .

"Why are you hurt so badly..." Su Wangli frowned, distressed.

But a pair of hands stopped in mid-air, as if they wanted to touch but dared not.

"I'm not malicious, I'm not a bad person, I, I'm gentle, don't bite me..."

Knowing that it was dying and had no strength to resist, its hands were still trembling in fear, and it kept muttering in a low voice.

Looking at him, Jing Zhan felt cute, and suddenly felt a little joy in his heart, but he stopped laughing while smiling.

His master used to be a person who had joys and sorrows, who dared to love and hate...

Why did it become what it is now?

What exactly did he go through to completely seal himself off and carry everything by himself?

He thought about it, then lost his mind.

Su Wangli had already gently picked up the little black snake, held his breath and put it into the bamboo basket on his back, carried the bamboo basket on his back and walked away.

Only then did Jing Zhan come to his senses, and immediately raised his legs to follow.

After walking out of the woods, Jing Zhan felt that everything around him seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But I can't remember anything.

It wasn't until he followed Su Wangli to the gate of the temple and saw the three large characters on the sunken wooden plaque that he remembered it instantly.

Watanabe Temple.

This is clearly the scene in Su Wangli's dream!

Why did I come in again?

Seeing the people beside him walk in, Jing Zhan didn't care so much, and wanted to find out, so he raised his legs and followed.

If you can learn about Su Wangli's past this time, it will be rewarding...

I saw Su Wangli looked back and forth, sneaked into the uppermost room, took out the little black snake from the basket and put it on the bedding, and even covered it with a thin quilt for fear of catching cold.

Squatting beside it, he said softly: "No other things are allowed in the temple. I live in this room alone. I will make medicine for Master first. You wait here for me to come back. Don't run around."

He exhorted and exhorted, as if the snake could understand him, but he didn't know that it was just a little black snake, how could livestock understand people?

"By the way, you don't seem to be able to move now, you have suffered such a serious injury..." Su Wangli seemed to think of this, so he took some herbs out of the bamboo basket and crushed them with his hands. Carefully spread it on the little black snake's wound, and said softly: "This herb is very useful. I will go to the mountain tomorrow to pick some more for you to use. Don't worry, your wound will definitely heal soon."

Seeing it moving slowly, Su Wangli comforted him.

Then he got up and took out the bamboo basket to make medicine for his master.

Jing Zhan followed Su Wangli all the time, watching him fanning back and forth in the choking smoke with a big cattail fan, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and coughing choked by the thick smoke from the burning firewood, Jing Zhan wanted to go over and help He wanted to take the cattail fan from his master and drive Su Wangli out of the dense smoke.

Unfortunately, he can't...

Su Wangli couldn't see him. As far as he was concerned, the two of them were not in the same world from the beginning to the end. There was an invisible barrier between them, a vertical and horizontal gully that Jing Zhan could not cross.

He could only squat beside Su Wangli in distress, watching Immortal Yaohua and his little master hard at boiling the medicine.

It has been nearly an hour since the medicine was boiled. This kind of herb grows in the barren mountains and wild forests, and its rhizomes grow particularly strong. It did take Su Wangli a lot of thought to boil medicine for Master.

Jing Zhan saw that Su Wangli wrapped the small porcelain bowl with a small rag to ensure that the bowl was not too hot, and then took the bowl out.

I saw Su Wangli carrying the bowl into the big room in the middle courtyard of the temple.

Jing Zhan followed in, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard a strong coughing sound, the voice was dull, like an old man.

In a blink of an eye, I guessed right. I saw a bald old man with white beard sitting cross-legged on the couch. But it was a calm and peaceful appearance.

Although the eyes are full of wrinkles, they are bright and wise because of practicing Zen and Buddhism. Looking at Su Wangli, his face is more benevolent. Holding back his cough, he brought the decoction in Su Wangli's hand without feeling bitter, and breathed a sigh of relief. drink it.

The intense cough was relieved, so he handed the empty bowl to Su Wangli.

Su Wangli took the bowl, but still had a worried look on his face, and said softly, "This medicine is obviously effective, Master, why is your cough always getting better?"

The monk still looked calm and indifferent to the world, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dong Yi, Master taught you that monks have already put life and death aside, and everything is the world's common people. This cough is good or bad. Why not."

"But Master..." Su Wangli clasped the bowl tightly with both hands, and retorted unwillingly, but halfway through the speech, he remembered what Master taught "respect the teacher and respect the way". How can he refute what the master said?Then he endured it abruptly.

The monk naturally knew what his little disciple was going to say, so he looked at Su Wangli benevolently, and said softly, "I've had this cough for several years, Dong Yi, the root of the disease has already left, it can't be cured, the past It’s too much to think about, and everything needs to look forward.”

Seeing what his master said, Su Wangli could only reply unwillingly: "I understand."

"Well, it's good to understand. If there is nothing wrong, go to the morning study like other disciples. From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to take this medicine anymore."

These words really made Su Wangli feel flustered, don't you need to boil the medicine anymore?Could it be that Master despises himself?

"Master, why? Is the disciple doing something wrong? Or is this medicine too bitter? If it is bitter, disciple can go to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy some maltose..."

"Dongyi..."

"No, no, maltose is not sweet, so it must not be able to suppress the bitterness of this medicine. Master is willing to eat desserts filled with red bean and date paste, that is very sweet..."

"Dong Yi, that's enough..." Seeing Su Wangli flustered, the monk stretched out a skinny hand to lightly hold his slender fingers holding the bowl, as if to calm his panic.

"You've done a good job, you've done everything very well. Master is very pleased to have you. I just said it for the sake of the teacher. The past is too much to think about, and the obsession should not be too deep."

Su Wangli could only nod his head ignorantly.

"It's good if you understand, go, or you won't be able to catch up with the early study." The monk meditated with his legs crossed, and closed his eyes after speaking, ignoring worldly affairs.

Su Wangli went out with the medicine bowl in hand.

I went back to my room and looked at the little black snake sleeping on the bed. The wound had stopped, and the bleeding was no longer there, but its breath was still weak, and it was gasping for breath.Su Wangli sighed, stood up and walked out the door, thinking that he would go to pick medicine again tomorrow morning.

"Dong Yi, Dong Yi..." A clear and hoarse voice called Su Wangli not far behind him.

It's just that Su Wang was busy with trivial matters, so naturally he didn't hear it.

"Su Wangli!"

Seeing that he ignored him, the man yelled.

Su Wangli stopped, and looked behind blankly, Jing Zhan also looked back along the way, and then froze in place.

The man ran over with a smile on his face, and complained to Su Wangli, "What are you doing? I called you and you ignored me."

Su Wangli shook his head, looking unhappy, and said, "Don't mention it, Master's cough is still the same."

"Still the same? Didn't you say that your herbs are quite effective?"

"Who did you listen to? It's of no use." Su Wangli looked like crying.

The man looked at it without worrying, and grabbed Su Wangli's wrist to walk in the opposite direction of Zaoxi, so he said, "Don't think about it! Walking around, I found a very delicious dim sum shop at the foot of the mountain. I'll take you there. I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Let go of me, you have to go to morning study, Ye Shenyu, why are you so idle every day!" Su Wangli struggled to free his wrist from Ye Shenyu's grasp.

Ye Shenyu was not angry, she looked indifferent, and said: "What are you going to do? Those abbots who are disciples of Dubei Temple don't like me every day. It doesn't matter if I go or not. Forget it, you go to morning training , I myself, by the way, bring you back some, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he swiftly jumped over the wall and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

Su Wangli hated that iron could not be made into steel, stared at the high wall where Ye Shenyu disappeared for a moment, shook his head without speaking, turned and walked away.

Jing Zhan hasn't recovered since just now, but now he understands a lot.

It turns out...Master and Ye Shenyu knew each other a hundred years ago...