Leg pendant that regenerates scumbag

Xie Jun looked at Shuo Feng with eyes like water.Shuofeng restrained his rage, and looked at Xie Jun quietly.

"He is very much like a son." Shuo Feng said.

Xie Jun's tensed nerves suddenly relaxed. What was he looking forward to at that moment?He actually expected that ridiculous answer, but because of a familiar figure.

Xie Jun felt that he was thinking too much, people were already dead, how could they come back to life?His parents are a little crazy, but he is different, his reason is still there.

Xie Jun said his goodbyes and left, Shuofeng breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the room calmly, and when he saw Xie Zhan, he showed a smug smile: "Mr. Xie was fooled away by me."

Xie Zhan gave him a gentle smile.

In the meditation room, it was quiet, the two sat face to face on the futon, neither spoke, only the sandalwood was floating.

After a long time, the monk in cassock spoke first: "Your Majesty really intends to do this?"

"He shouldn't live like a shadow. I want him to live in the sun, but the courtiers are stubborn and conservative. Even if I add officials to him, they will despise him even more. But these courtiers have one thing in common, that is Believe in Buddha." Huan Lin said, "After thinking about it, this method is the best."

If he comes back from the dead, the courtiers will say he is a monster.

However, the evildoer, in another way, maybe it was God's will that his life should not be terminated, so that he was reborn.

In the previous life, Azhan lived in pointing and pointing all his life, and never got rid of it until he died.Azhan's reputation was made because of him, so he had to rely on him to resolve it.

Huan Lin's hands gradually clenched into fists, and the look in his eyes became more determined.

This time offering sacrifices to the heavens is the best opportunity. In the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens, according to the will of the gods and Buddhas, let Azhan appear in front of the people all over the world...

After Huan Lin left the meditation room, he went to Azhan's room. There was no one in it. He walked into the room and sat quietly on the chair for a while, as if Azhan's breath still remained in it.He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a peaceful breath fell on his heart, making him want to drowsy.

Xie Zhan was walking around in Qixia Temple.The emperor offered sacrifices to heaven, and there were a lot fewer pilgrims in the whole temple, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet.It was almost autumn, and the green leaves of the trees had turned yellow, adding to the desolation.Xie Zhan seldom comes to the temple. In this era when everyone in the world believes in Buddhism, he doesn't believe in it.

Unlucky people often take two completely different paths. One is to completely sink into faith, which is surrender; the other is to disbelieve, because of unwillingness.Xie Zhan is the latter.

However, when he was walking on the quiet path with peace and tranquility in his heart, Xie Zhan felt that he might be wrong.

I don't know which courtyard he came to, Xie Zhan stopped suddenly, and looked at a person sitting by the stone bench not far away.The man was dressed in cassock, and under the light of the setting sun, it seemed to be glowing with golden light. At that moment, Xie Zhan felt that he really met the Buddha.

"Son."

It wasn't until Shuofeng pushed him that Xie Zhan came back to his senses, walked out uncontrollably, walked up to the man, and saluted him: "Master."

As he got closer, he could see the man's face clearly.Xie Zhan saw his eyes first, they were a pair of very beautiful eyes, like an ancient well without waves, however, under the golden light, what was very inconsistent with those eyes was that the man's appearance was not good-looking, even Somewhat ugly, a scar ran from the corner of his eye to the other side of his chin.It was originally a scar with hostility, but because of those eyes, it looked gentle and kind.

He is obviously not an ordinary monk, his temperament is so refined, he must be very close to the gods and Buddhas.

The man looked at Xie Zhan, and made a Buddhist salute to him: "Benefactor."

"I don't know the Master's Dharma name?"

"No dust."

There are more than [-] temples in Jiankang City, but there are only four or five famous monks, and there is no one named Master Wuchen among them.

"But you disturbed Master Wuchen?"

"It doesn't matter." Wuchen said, his gaze was scattered somewhere, and his eyes were far away, as if he had forgotten that the mortal Xie Zhan was still there.

The master spoke very little, but Xie Zhan felt very comfortable staying by his side.

He has kept many words in his heart for a long time, and the only person he trusts is Shuofeng, who has a pure heart, so he has no one to talk about, and no one can talk about it.

Looking at Master Wuchen, he suddenly had the desire to speak.

"Shuo Feng, go and guard the door. I have some questions and I would like to ask Master for advice."

Shuofeng hurried out and stood guard at the gate of the yard.

Wuchen glanced at Xie Zhan's face, a trace of water flashed in his calm eyes, he stood up and said, "Come in with the poor monk."

Master Wuchen's meditation room is very clean, there are only a few simple things inside, wooden fish, hanging cassock, sandalwood incense, and two futons on the couch.Master Wuchen sat down on one of the futons and pointed to the seat opposite.Xie Zhan sat down opposite him.

"Master..." Xie Zhan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Master Wuchen was distracted again, and his eyes fell elsewhere.

On the contrary, Xie Zhan relaxed a little, and narrated the past between him and Huan Lin from beginning to end.Those things that he thought he would never think of again, things that he didn't want to talk about, said it now, but he said it with a sigh of relief, and found that there was no such resentment and pain.

"What does Master think of me?" Xie Zhan finally asked.

Just asked for a long while, but did not get a response from Master Wuchen.He looked up at the master sitting across from him. The master had his eyes closed, as if he was thinking.Xie Zhan didn't dare to disturb him, but just hoped that someone could point out a way for him.

He thought he was dead and everything was over, but he didn't expect him to come back to life.And he didn't know what happened, Huan Lin became tolerant and paranoid towards him.This was something he was looking forward to, but now it was a little scary.

After waiting for a long time, the master still didn't respond. Xie Zhan suddenly thought of a possibility, took another look carefully, and then was dumbfounded!

Master Wuchen actually fell asleep!

Seeing Master Wuchen sitting upright and falling asleep, he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

Xie Zhan's eyes scanned the room, and suddenly fell on a painting on the wall.He has always been sensitive to paintings. The paintings are not very good, but the artistic conception is very good.It was a vast grassland, extending to the junction of heaven and earth, which looked far away and empty.This must have been the mood of the painter when he drew this picture.His eyes fell on the inscription, which was the word 'Lan' in lower case.

It is actually a bit abrupt to hang such a painting in the meditation room.However, judging from the performance of Master Wuchen just now, Xie Zhan felt that this was not unusual.

He stood up carefully from the couch, and was about to leave softly while wearing his shoes.

"Benefactor." Master Wuchen stopped him.

Xie Zhan turned to look at him and saw that he had opened his eyes and yawned.

"Isn't the benefactor confused? Why didn't you say it?" There was no dirt in Master Wuchen's eyes.

Xie Zhan: "..." It was undoubtedly rude for him to leave like this, so he sat back and repeated those words again.

When retelling, Xie Zhan found that his mentality had changed again, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.It was only at the end that my mood fluctuated a little.

Xie Zhan kept staring at Wuchen, so he watched his eyes close little by little.

"..." His past, which he thought was very tragic, turned out to be a story of hypnosis in Wuchen's view?

After a long time, when Xie Zhan wanted to leave again, Wu Chen finally spoke.

"The benefactor wants to forget about starting over?" Wu Chen asked.

Xie Zhan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"It's not about forgetting everything to start over." Wu Chen said, "It's not about reincarnation that's about rebirth."

Xie Zhan vaguely understood that after bidding farewell to Wuchen, his mind was much emptier.Just as he stepped out of the yard, he saw a black figure standing outside the yard with his hands behind his back, and his heart suddenly became heavy.

Huan Lin heard the footsteps, turned his head to see, a smile appeared on his face: "Azhan."

When he laughed, he hid all his hostility, as if he had returned to that innocent boy more than ten years ago.

Xie Zhan lowered his eyes and walked forward, Huan Lin was walking beside him.The wind blew his cloak crookedly, but Huan Lin straightened it right in time, like a caring lover.

Xie Zhan's mood was empty at this time, and he was not so repulsive to Huan Rin anymore.It's not that reincarnation is rebirth. His repulsion and hatred for Huan Lin made it seem that he cared too much about that past.

An idea had already formed in Xie Zhan's mind. After walking a long distance, he couldn't help but glance back at the yard behind him.It was completely dark, and only a silhouette could be seen faintly.

Huan Lin was a little happy at first, and looked at the people around him from time to time. However, when he looked back, although he couldn't see Azhan's gaze, he felt a faint uneasy thought in his heart.

After returning to the courtyard where they lived, Azhan entered the room, and Huan Lin came in with dinner himself.

A few simple vegetarian dishes, a bowl of white rice for each person, when Huan Lin ate the rice, his eyes suddenly became sour.A long time ago, he felt that living such an ordinary life with Azhan was a kind of happiness, and when he returned from the battlefield, he and Azhan retired to the countryside together.

He watched Azhan pick up the bowl and sip his food, but this time, Azhan didn't drive him out.

After eating two bowls of white rice, Huan Lin's head, which had been a little confused due to sorrow and joy, became clear. He looked at Xie Zhan obsessively, sometimes feeling like he was dreaming, and sometimes feeling unbelievable.However, looking at Azhan's face and his eyes hidden under his long eyelashes, Huan Rin felt a sense of sadness in his heart again.

Huan Lin opened his mouth, and finally uttered the guess he had buried in his heart: "Azhan, have you remembered?"

When he said these words, his heart had gradually sank.