My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

The border of southern Sichuan, Liancheng Zhaoning.

Zhaoning is famous for its lotus. The lotus here is not only the drunk red lotus in summer, but the imperial concubine lotus in the blue lake of lotus city in winter is the one that is famous in the world. Because of the collision with the seasons, the flowers bloom beautifully and become a legend for the world. In other words, many foreigners come here to enjoy the flowers every year. Regardless of the cold or heat, there are many people who are resolute.

At this time, it was early summer, and the lotus flowers in Zhaoning Lake were in full bloom, ready to bloom, and they were the most shy when they wanted to let go.

However, the weather was not good, and it began to rain heavily in the early morning, with dark clouds covering the sky, and it did not stop until noon.

On the bustling Qingshi street, pedestrians rushing with umbrellas, rushing to their residences in the east of the city. There are many people with feet, stepping on loose bluestone slabs, splashing rainwater all over the street.In this rush, a person walked against the crowd with slow but firm steps, walking in the opposite direction.

Yan Zhou's hair was wet from the rain, and the broken hair stuck to his face, somewhat blocking his eyes, but he didn't seem to feel it, with a gloomy sneer on his lips; Startled by his laugh, he shivered for a while, and in fear, he slipped into his mother's arms and turned his head away.

People who do not have an umbrella on a rainy day will rush to find a place to shelter from the rain. People will often worry about the rain and wet their clothes, and they will regard the immediate urgency as the top priority. Few people walk in the rain without an umbrella , and also outlines a malicious smile. On the one hand, the people on the road feel strange, and on the other hand, they have the idea of ​​staying away from this person.

Ran Yanzhou thought that people in the world were too timid and afraid of getting into trouble, so he said a word of timidity in his heart, and still walked in the rain in his own way.

After a while, he stopped in front of the temple in the west of the city.

The temple in the west of Zhaoning City is like a huge pearl shining on the whole city. The first ray of light in the morning illuminates the supreme pagoda in the temple, indicating the beginning of the day; every evening, the last ray of the sunset also disappears from here. , can be said to have a beginning and an end.

This temple is called Dependent Origination. Wishing may not be the most spiritual, but everyone who comes here does not come here for wishing. Everyone has knots in their hearts and has no solution. With his tens of millions of signatures, he suddenly realized.The origin of the temple seems to have a kind of wonderful divine power. It has witnessed the life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people, but it does not understand what ordinary people want from this point, but let it go with the flow and follow the heart, so as to get what it wants.

There was an old man selling umbrellas under the entrance steps in front of the temple. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, he packed up the stall and wanted to go home.Yan Zhou stood still at the bottom of the steps, his figure cast a shadow on the old man's rickety back. The old man looked up at him, seeing that he was drenched in the rain without an umbrella, and kindly talked to him: "Young man, don't you have an umbrella when it rains?"

Yan Zhou glanced at him when he heard the sound, but didn't answer.

Due to practicing inhumane exercises, whenever Yan Zhou's face was exposed to rain, those terrifying and sinister black strands would emerge from his collar and grow to his left cheek, resembling a ghost who died tragically. Floating life.But when there is no yin and yang smile on Yan Zhou's face, he is a real beauty, his face is like a crown of jade, he can glance at anyone casually, and he is harmless to humans and animals, especially now that he is wet by the rain, he looks very pitiful.

The old man had sold umbrellas all his life, and he didn't understand the depths of the world. Seeing him pitiful, he picked up an umbrella from the stall and handed it to him, laughing in a low and hoarse voice: "Here, here you are, open it quickly, don't get wet." It's going to catch the wind and cold."

The raindrops on Yanzhou's forehead slid down the ends of his eyes, as if crying, he asked softly, "Give it to me?"

The old man: "Yeah, take it quickly, I won't charge you money." The old man was kind and cheerful from the beginning to the end. He handed him the umbrella in his hand and nodded to let him take it.

Yanzhou reached out hesitantly, took the umbrella, and said nothing.

Something wanted to come out of his throat, but it was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out up and down. He glanced at the old man, and his eyes returned to the steps of the temple.

"If you are entering the temple, go in quickly, and you can also hide from the rain." The old man told him enthusiastically, and went back to tidy up his stall.

There are people coming and going in the temple, and there is no decline in rainy days. There are many people entering the temple on the steps, but few people leaving the temple; those who come out have leisurely smiles on their faces, as if they have received some kind of salvation.

A little girl took the adult's hand and carefully walked down the steps, and said as she walked, "Uncle, I saw a phoenix flying near the head of the Golden Buddha today. It's so beautiful, but it's missing two eyes."

The girl's so-called uncle frowned, tilted the oil-paper umbrella on the child as much as possible, and said, "Phoenixes just don't have eyes."

The girl was curious: "Why?"

"Because Fenghuang was a wild monster in the forest before he was alive. He was a monster who specialized in eating man-made evil. He wanted to become a fairy, but he couldn't because of the murderous aura in his eyes. So after the phoenix becomes a fairy, it has no eyes."

It was the first time for the girl to hear such a "bloody" story, and she was a little scared and a little bit sorry.

The man continued: "Actually, the phoenix is ​​an ancient monster, which is not a good omen. The reason why he can stay by the Buddha's side is because he was accepted by the Buddha's supernatural powers. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to be in this temple."

He said that an umbrella suddenly appeared in front of him, the man stopped, raised his eyelids and looked at the person blocking his way, dissatisfied: "Hey, who are you?"

Yan Zhou looked innocent, with innocence in his eyes, and said, "What did you just say?"

The man felt that he was inexplicable, he was dressed strangely, and his eyes were of a different color than ordinary people. He didn't want to talk to him, but he wanted to leave but couldn't, so he rushed: "What I say is none of your business, where are you from? , good dogs don't get in the way!"

The little girl beside him tugged at the hem of his clothes, as if reminding him that it was impolite to say so.

Yan Zhou opened his golden mouth slowly, "There is a saying that misfortune comes out of your mouth, I wonder if you have heard of it before."

The old man who was cleaning up the stall saw that the man holding the little girl was a bit fierce, and just wanted to persuade Yanzhou not to tangle with him, so he heard: "You are wrong in what you have heard and seen, it is better not to teach the children badly."

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand pierced through the man's chest, and the blood splashed all over the dazed little girl. After a while, the little girl regained consciousness and let out a scream of fear.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The old man was also frightened, he took a few steps back and couldn't exert his strength anymore.

A few drops of foul-smelling blood also splashed on Yan Zhou's chin, but Yan Zhou didn't care. He turned to the little girl and threatened with a smile: "Little friend, remember, some things should not be said indiscriminately. He is a lesson."

As the words fell, he called out the copper thorn, which turned into a black umbrella and held it above his head. The rain fell on the umbrella surface, dripping black water.

Yan Zhou walked up the steps step by step, and entered the temple amidst the screams one after another after a short silence.

Most of the temples in the world look the same. There are always long stone steps in the front hall, and you can walk up them leisurely and elegantly, only the solemn temples are willing to stand out.

The believers died tragically outside, and the news quickly spread to the temple. All the monks in the temple who knew kung fu set up a formation in front of the temple with sticks to prevent the wicked from making trouble. , Raise your hand casually, and you will die without a whole body.

The presiding abbot lined up in a row and knelt in front of the Buddhist hall to chant sutras, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, all of them raised their eyebrows to their mouths, and said in an old-fashioned way: "I don't know what resentment the benefactor has in his heart, and he wants to kill our temple."

After entering the Buddhist hall, Yan Zhou first looked for the phoenix statue that the little girl was talking about, and when he found it, he sneered and said, "I want something from here."

"What is the benefactor?"

"Make this place a hell."

In an instant, the sky outside the temple changed color, and the dark clouds piled up and fell down, depressingly as if they really wanted to turn Zhaoning into a wailing hell.

The dark wind blew up, and the evil black-purple spiritual law covered the entire Buddhist hall, sweeping the nostalgia in the hall, and the yellow cloth let out a mournful scream; the copper thorns of Yanzhou's umbrella changed back to their original form, spinning around him , whistling red like rusty aura.

Gathering a group of spiritual methods in Yan Zhou's hands, he said to the golden Buddha sitting upright being enshrined: "It's my place, so it shouldn't be too dirty." He looked around and said, "It's really dirty."

Pushing the palm and striking out the spirit method, the great Buddha in the main hall fell under the stress, the upper body was smashed to pieces, only the head remained intact, while the phoenix that was about to fall lost its yearning and looked extremely lonely. With a little spiritual method, the phoenix statue was crushed into powder.

Seeing that something was wrong, the old monks who knelt in the lobby and tried to stop them hurriedly tried to escape, but when they stepped out of the hall, their bodies were decapitated and their blood spattered high.

The hall has collapsed, and Yanzhou waved his hand to draw a barrier outside, turning the original pearl of Zhaoning into a lifeless hell.

The rain stopped at some point, making everything around it clear and ethereal. The remaining wind blew out from the collapsed temple, leisurely passed through the hall steps, skimmed the blood-stained road, and blew towards the distant Zhaoning City. The noisy streets were empty. There was no one there, the shops were in chaos and fell to the ground, and no one took care of them. It seemed that the world was much quieter at the snap of a finger.

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With a letter written by the head of Nanyu, Jun An went down the mountain of Chaoqiu under the persuasion of his brothers and sisters who were reluctant to give up. , Today, I asked questions and went far away, and I don’t know when he will come back. He doesn’t want to give up his serious but wise father, his gentle and doting sister, his chivalrous elder brothers, and that lovable but unbeatable father. vial.

When he stayed at home in the past, he always felt that this place was not good, and that place was not right. He thought about escaping every day. When this day came, he realized how naive his previous thoughts were. Into a puddle of water.

Jun An turned his head and looked at the stream halfway up the mountain in the morning, his eyes were a little red.

Look, before he finished the journey down the mountain, he was already a little homesick.

Chaoqiu, it must be his backer, Jun An comforted himself, he would come back anyway, and he didn't want to catch monsters and become a hero, and be a useless waste in the clan, there are always people in this world who protect him, he No need to be overly sentimental.

Thinking of this, he felt much better, wiped the red eye sockets, jumped and walked the last few steps, and entered the city before he really left home.