That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

This scene is not unfamiliar to Si Huai, even he himself can't count how many times he has seen these Manshusawa in his sleep.

The difference is that the manjusawa in his dream bloomed on both sides of a small road extending underground, while the manjusawa here bloomed into a sea of ​​bright red flowers in the darkness of nothingness.

According to legend, only in Huangquan Road will this flower of death bloom.

When this thought flashed through his mind, Si Huai paused for a moment, and immediately remembered the scene he saw before this scene - Lingjun committed suicide in front of his sarcophagus.

He has always thought that such an illusory scene is a cultivation secret that can only be explored by the practitioner after he enters the samadhi. He was too impressed with the dream of the secret realm that year, so he repeated it many times, but he did not expect It turns out that after death, people will really go to such a real and fake hell like emptiness and chaos.

Xu Lingjun carried the rosary of memory with him after his death, so the rosary also preserved his memory after death.

After waiting for a while, a person came out from the darkness, wearing a purple cassock, holding a rosary string in his hand, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, but with a trace of undisguised sadness, it was Lingjun who turned into a ghost after death.

Lingjun walked along the ridge of the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and the scene of the illusion kept changing. For an unknown amount of time, the flowers on both sides became more and more sparse, and a white light gradually appeared in the dark place in front of him. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the convenience in front of him was the Naihe bridge leading to reincarnation, but he didn't expect that the white light became brighter and brighter, and the scene in front of him changed from the dark Huangquan Road to the sunny world again.

Moreover, Si Huai is very familiar with the pagoda forest behind Minghua Temple.

Lingjun stood in front of the pagoda where the Mountain and River Sword was sealed. He raised his hand and formed a golden Buddha bell the size of a palm. There was a sound, but nothing happened, he couldn't help showing a look of disappointment on his face, he turned to the Daxiong Hall to pay homage to the Golden Buddha, and then walked down the mountain on the mountain road.

As soon as the scene changed, I didn't know where I was. I only saw Lingjun holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and a Buddhist bell in the other, hurrying across a street.People on the street wouldn't dodge if they couldn't see him, but Lingjun still dodged left and right subconsciously, and finally turned over on a roof, raising the Buddha bell in his hand and shaking it quickly.

The ringing was slightly different from the one heard in Tallinn. Although it was still low, it was somewhat harsh.After a while, something floated over from a distance, like a firefly on a summer night, but the light was even weaker, only a blue-blue halo like a phantom.

There was finally a smile on Lingjun's somewhat blank face, and his soft eyes closely followed the faint streamer of light. When it got close, he stretched out his hand and gently held it in the palm of his hand, and read in a low voice. A mantra, put it into the Buddha bell.

Although what Lingjun attracted was only a faint starlight, Si Huai still sensed that it was his own soul that was scattered more shattered than smoke, and finally recognized the bell that Lingjun was holding in his hand.

That is the Buddha bell originally placed at the foot of the statue in the middle of the Daxiong Palace. The bell can exorcise demons and demons, and can also sense and summon ghosts.

Si Huai saw Lingjun's movements in his eyes, and suddenly understood something, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt, his originally peaceful face suddenly turned pale.

Lingjun didn't condense his soul for him immediately after his death, because the soul was too scattered and too fragmented to gather it together, and he was also afraid of being opposed and blocked by the immortal sect and the people, so he chose the road of martyrdom.As long as the practitioners have deep enough obsessions, they can turn into ghosts and wander in the world after death, and they can spend hundreds of years and thousands of years to find and gather those scattered souls.

He always thought that it was because he slowly condensed his broken soul that he would reunite his soul 300 years later, but he didn't expect that it was Lingjun who turned into a ghost and helped behind him after his death.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha for seven days, using the merits of his past and future lives to redeem him for the murder he committed, turning into a ghost and walking around the world to gather his scattered souls... No wonder Lingjun has made many preparations. It is to use up everything to exchange for this next life.

Si Huai's tightly clasped hands made a "crack" sound, and he stood there for a while, then raised his hand to cover his painful heart, and slowly squatted down as if he had let go of his strength. He buried his face deeply in his knees, only showing a pair of eyes looking at the ever-changing picture in front of him.

Lingjun in the picture did not know when he took off the purple cassock, and still looked like a rosary in one hand and a Buddha bell in the other, walking in different places in different years, doing the same thing.

I don't know how many scenes have passed through the overlapping pictures. When the scene in front of me slowed down again, it was frozen in a wilderness. Si Huai raised his buried head a little, and felt that this place seemed a little familiar.

Lingjun stood on a small hillside where weeds grew up to his waist, the Buddha's light in his hand faded away, and he took a small wisp of soul into the Buddha's bell.

In the past, he would go to the nearest Buddhist temple to worship after collecting a strand of his soul, but after the decline of Buddhism and fewer and fewer Buddhist temples, he didn't bother to look for it.He turned to the west where the sun was sinking, whispered "Amitabha", put his hands together, and bowed deeply to the distant sky.

After worshiping, Lingjun walked forward for a while, as if looking for something, finally stood in front of two big trees, seemed to feel that the shade of the heavily covered trees was very good, nodded slightly, and put the tree on the ground. Putting the Buddha bell under the shadow of the big tree, she sat cross-legged and made a golden curse seal, and softly recited the Buddhist scriptures.

Si Huai's eyes wandered between the two trees for a while, and suddenly he let out a soft "ah"... This place seems to be the place where he gathered his soul and was reborn!

When he let out a soft cry, Lingjun on the other end just finished reading the scriptures. His closed eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly he raised his palm and smashed the Buddha bell in front of him. The scattered souls floated out and swam in all directions, but they were blocked by something and generally could not drift too far away.

These souls are no longer as pitifully broken as they were when he first found them. Many of the souls that were found early have already condensed into a group, flickering like clusters of helpless will-o'-the-wisps.

Thinking of the word "wild fire", Si Huai remembered the scene when he helped me recite the Buddhist beads, and couldn't help but let out a "puchi" laugh out of his heart.

This laughter actually left an echo in this illusion, and in the blink of an eye, the wilderness in front of him was blurred, and he returned to the nothingness like Huangquan Road full of manjusawa.

Lingjun was still walking among the ridges of the flowers on the other side, but this time his steps were much lighter, heading towards the place where the flowers on the other side were most abundant.

As he was walking, a small wooden bridge suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was the sound of gurgling water under the bridge. He stopped, bent down and carefully untied the hem of the monk's robe caught by the flowers on the other side of the road, smiled lightly, and looked up to a looked in the direction.

Si Huai gave a faint "thump" in his heart, and also looked in that direction, only to see a dazzling white light appearing in the originally dark sky, a long white step slowly extended down, and the white mandala flower beside the step Blooming one after another, the goddess in multicolored light swept down barefoot.

According to the scriptures, the goddess was originally a soul boy under the Buddha's seat. She was talented, intelligent, and cultivated virtue and did good deeds.

Si Huai had seen it in a dream before.

Lingjun's expression seemed to be a little surprised, but he soon returned to normal, leaned over slightly, and said, "Amitabha..."

"Amitabha." The goddess returned a salute, her voice seemed a little ethereal and deserted in the empty Huangquan Road, and asked: "Lingjun, the Buddha asked me to ask you, are you really going to do this?"

Lingjun smiled and said: "It must be the Buddha who was merciful and fulfilled the wish of the disciple, so that the disciple can find all his souls. The disciple wishes to enshrine the blue lantern in the next life, to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, and to replace the murder he committed. All sins are redeemed."

"Lingjun, the Buddha appreciates your sincerity and washed away his sins. Since you have gathered his soul, it is his own good fortune." Consummation, the Buddha can't bear for you to give up your previous achievements, if you are willing to practice for another life, you will be able to complete your merits and virtues."

Lingjun lowered his head, and fiddled with Manshushahua next to him with his hand hanging by his side. After a while, he raised his head and said seriously: "I don't become a Buddha, but I can still do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and I can do my best to protect the morals of the world." And common people. If I don’t become a Buddha, there will be others; but if I become a Buddha, there will be only one person.”

After the words fell, he smiled lightly again, turned around and stepped on the small wooden bridge behind him, as if he was talking to the goddess, or talking to himself, and said softly: "I have been walking in the world for 300 years as a ghost, Picking up his broken soul bit by bit is to wait until he is about to condense his primordial spirit, go on the road of reincarnation, and meet him unexpectedly in the right time of the next life."

Si Huai choked up watching his back as he went away, and opened his mouth to call out his name, but the voice of the goddess came from beside his ear—"He once chose you between you and him." .

The multicolored glow slowly dissipated in the sky, but these words echoed over and over again in the dark Huangquan, getting farther and farther each time, as if there was a force pushing Si Huai away from that cold place , the dizziness in front of his eyes turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, and his body was so light that he seemed to have fallen into the clouds.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to reality from the illusion, and the sky was shining through the half-missed roof, and it was almost dawn.

Si Huai moved a bit, only to realize that he was half-embraced and lying in Wu Nian's arms. The body next to him felt a little chilly, and he didn't know how long he had been holding him so firmly. As soon as he turned his head, he met Wu Nian's lowered eyes, all of which fell on him.

Even knowing that he would wake up soon, Wu Nian still kept watch all night worriedly. Now seeing the person in his arms opened his eyes, he finally raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wake up."

"En." Si Huai responded, but didn't intend to get up from his arms, put his arms around his waist, and buried his face deeply in his arms.

Feeling him trembling slightly, Wu Nian didn't say much, just patted Si Huai's back lightly, and rubbed the top of his hair soothingly, waiting for the tiny, tiny After the sobbing subsided, he asked in a low voice, "You know everything?"

"En." Si Huai muffled a reply, and nodded twice in his arms. "I thought we would not have an afterlife. When I met you, I was both happy and afraid. I was afraid that I would harm you again. I almost let go. But it turned out that this was planned by you 300 years ago... ..."

"Planning?" Wu Nian raised an eyebrow, shook his head and said with a smile: "After all, I'm just a mortal, I can't plan so well, in the final analysis, it's the Buddha who made it."

That's why he's going to hide in Minghua Temple tonight and come here to repay the wish he made 300 years ago while Si Huai was asleep.

"I read..." Si Huai called him, raised his head and looked into his eyes, and said, "I did that in the hope that after I died, you would devote yourself to cultivating to perfection. For the sake of doing so, how can I still afford..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he choked up unconsciously. Wu Nian froze for a moment, then hugged him tighter, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and said softly, "Because you are worth it."

The author has something to say: I wrote this chapter in a fantastic way. I struggled all night and I don’t know what I wrote. If there is any problem, I will fix it later (cover my face)

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