[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Rumors about a sad relationship

The white and flawless, beautiful and fragrant white camellia was moved to the tower where the girl lived, which was transported from Chengdu in the southwest by thousands of mountains and rivers.It is said that it was discovered in a deep valley outside Chengdu. The person who discovered it brought the camellia back from the deep mountains, transplanted it in a jade-like flower pot, and then sent it not far away to Luoyang, the eastern capital.After several transfers, he was sent to Jingnian Temple by believers in Luoyang.

The person who received the pot of flowers saw the crystal clear and flawless white camellias, and immediately thought of the girl who was living in the central tower of Jingnian Temple, so he moved the pot of white camellias to the girl's room.

The people who brought it here were two young nuns from a nearby nunnery. When they brought the camellia in, you told me all about the origin of the white camellia.While talking, while praising the extraordinary beauty of the white camellia, he also said that only girls are worthy of that pot of white camellia.They spoke so sincerely that no one would doubt that that was what they were thinking.

The girl looked at the pot of white camellia, put down the pen in her hand and walked up to it. The transplanted white camellia had huge flowers, the diameter of which was about the size of the girl's palm. On the green branches and leaves, there is also a faint fragrance that ordinary camellias do not have, and the posture is quiet and beautiful.

The girl stared deeply at the camellia plant. Although it was in full bloom now, the girl saw many wounds on the main pole that had been cut manually.Obviously, she still had many branches before being transplanted into the pot. The person who transplanted it mercilessly cut off its natural growth branches in order to conform to his own aesthetics.

The girl stared at those wounds, and there was no joy in her eyes. The wild camellia that grew in the deep mountains and valleys was found, and the branches were cut off and sent here, and they could never return to the valleys where they grew up.

It was only that night that they found out that they had moved a pot of white camellia to the girl's room.This is a very small matter, as the Chan Master of Jingnian Temple, it is impossible for Liao Kong to bother about such a small matter every day.In fact, there is nothing wrong with them doing so.But after hearing about the origin of the white camellia, Liaokong was silent for a long time.

That white camellia is not suitable to be sent to the tower, just like that girl, she should not have been locked up on the tower, and now there is another person with the same disease, which is naturally not a good thing for the girl.

After thinking about it, Liaokong let out a long sigh, the matter has come to an end, and moving the white camellia plant away will only add to the sigh, so he can only let it go.The white camellia that came all the way from Chengdu was placed in the girl's room.It's just that since the white camellia plant was moved here, the girl has never watered it once.After several days in a row, the flowers on it had already withered and withered one by one, and only a few pieces remained on the branches.

The nun who came to take care of the girl felt distressed when she saw it, and wanted to find water to irrigate it, but the girl stopped her. The nun was puzzled and asked, "Why you, don't you like it? This white camellia is so beautiful."

The girl looked at the white camellia that had withered a lot, then at the nun, and nodded.

"Then why didn't you let me water it?" The nun was even more puzzled.

The girl shook her head again. Seeing her like this, the nun looked at the white camellia plant thoughtfully. She seemed to understand something, but she didn't understand anything, and left without saying a word.After the nun left, the girl sat quietly in front of the white camellia, staring at the withered petals.

After a long time, the familiar voice of the Buddha came to my ears again: "Amitabha."

With the sound of Amitabha's enlightenment, the tall, handsome and graceful Liaokong was already standing in front of her. The girl looked at the white camellia, but Liaokong looked at her. Although they were looking at different objects, their eyes were similar.

"You don't water it, because you don't want it to grow here?"

Hearing this, the girl looked at Kong, with a hint of melancholy in her clear eyes, she didn't answer Kong's question, but just stared at the white camellia for a long time.

Liao Kong sighed again, and he sat in front of the girl: "It's my fault."

The girl glanced at him again and shook her head slightly.Of course Liao Kong understood what she meant, she never blamed him, no one would like to be involved in such disputes, and no one could do anything about it.Whether it's her or Gao Kong, they are just an insignificant wave in this rolling secular dispute.How can he be blamed for being involved in the torrent of the times involuntarily?

Of course Liaokong understood, and of course he didn't.When the world is in turmoil, a monk wants to be born and join the world, and he can only get involved with irrelevant people for some unavoidable things. This is of course his fault.

Thinking of this, Liaokong was silent for a long time. After the long silence, he stared at the girl and said in a calm voice: "I will send you back to Xiaogu tonight, and no one will disturb you in the future."

This is of course impossible. The story of the girl has been heard all over the streets of Luoyang. Of course, those who are interested can pry out the whereabouts of the girl from those who are not determined.Now that beautiful, peaceful, peaceful little valley is no longer a paradise for girls to live in.If she goes back there again, she will probably be taken away by someone with a heart, and her fate can be imagined at that time.

For Liao Kong to say this is tantamount to deceiving himself and others, of course he understands this truth.But of course he didn't want to understand this truth, no matter what the fault was, since he committed it, he must bear it.As long as the girl wants to go back there, no matter what the price is, he will fulfill her wish.Let her live in that small valley safely and worry-free as before, even if it costs him his life.

Hearing Sora's words, the girl was silent for a long time, then showed an extremely shallow smile, she looked at Sora and shook her head.

This shaking of the head was also expected by Kong Kong, he knew that the girl would probably not agree in nine out of ten, he paused, and continued to say: "There is a mountain in the south of Chang'an called Zhongnan Mountain. The scenery is beautiful, and it is an excellent place to escape from the world. I know there is an extremely quiet and mysterious small valley, which is very similar to the one you lived in before. There are many camellias growing between the cliffs and cliffs. There are countless pools of water, big and small, and I know you'll love them."

This is obviously the best solution he can think of after thinking about it, and being able to live in that kind of place is no different from the previous Xiaogu.It's just that Chang'an Li Luoyang is not like Luoyang Li Xiaogu. If the girl goes there, the two of them will never have the chance to meet again.Of course Li Kong understood this, how could he not know the distance between thousands of mountains and rivers?

The girl stared at the sky, and there seemed to be a thousand words in her eyes.

Liao Kong also looked at her, with infinite tenderness in his deep eyes: "There are sunshine and snow on Zhongnan Mountain, clear springs and flowing stones, red calyx blooming and falling, and wild green streams. You will definitely like it."

The girl averted her gaze, went to the table, picked up a pen, and started writing, and after finishing writing, she cast her gaze on Sora again.Liao Kong walked over and saw only three words written on the paper: I won't go.

Liaokong sighed again, and said softly, "Do I want to see Baishancha die here?"

The girl picked up the pen again and wrote quickly: "I am not Baishancha." There was a faint stubbornness between the strokes of the pen.

Liaokong sighed again, he simply took the girl's pen and wrote on the paper: "You are not a camellia, but I am a person who moves flowers."

After finishing writing, Kong put down his pen and wanted to walk back to the original place, keeping a distance from the girl as usual.But the girl grabbed his sleeve and held it tightly, not letting go at all.Liao Kong was pulled helplessly by her, so he could only sit in front of her.After Kong sat down, the girl still didn't let go of his sleeves, as if once she let go, there would be thousands of mountains and rivers between them, and they would never see each other again.Then, Qiaokong saw the stack of unfinished Buddhist scriptures on the table. He stared at the stack of Buddhist scriptures for a long time, and fell silent for a while.

Soon it was time for the monks of Jingnian Temple to do evening classes, and the bells and Sanskrit chanting were endless, drifting from the distant buildings.Can the evening drum and the morning bell really wake up the famous and wealthy people in the world, and can the sound of the Buddha's name really arouse the charming dream of the sea of ​​bitterness?

The rosy glow of the setting sun came in from the window and shone on the two of them, creating a rosy glow.

Liao Kong just sat there silently looking at the girl, who was copying Buddhist scriptures word by word.Rather than copying it, it is better to say it is writing silently. The yellow Buddhist scriptures were placed not far in front of her, but she didn't even cast her eyes on it, just kept writing.The beautiful and elegant characters are born one by one under her pen, as if with infinite vitality, the profound and difficult to understand Buddhist principles are bred on the paper.

Liaokong looked at the familiar words and said nothing. In terms of calligraphy alone, no one in the entire Jingnian Temple can compare with the girl.From the seamless and naturally changing characters, he has already seen the extraordinaryness of the girl's birth.He also sent someone to investigate the girl's life experience, but this girl seemed to have fallen from the sky, never leaving a trace in the world, and he couldn't find any news about her life experience at all.Liaokong once thought that if he could find the girl's family, then the girl would not be adrift like duckweed floating in the clouds like now.

After copying for a while, the girl put down her pen and rubbed her wrist.

Seeing her lightly rubbing her wrist, Zhao Kong stretched out his hand to press her wrist, and a faint zhenqi flowed through his fingertips.Then the girl felt that her wrist was light and comfortable, and the soreness from before disappeared without a trace, and she couldn't help laughing.

"It's great to know martial arts." She said silently, and her charming lips moved slightly.

Liao Kong was taken aback for a moment, he looked at the girl a little uncertainly, and the girl repeated: "Knowing martial arts is really good."

He was sure it wasn't his own dizziness, he said with a slight smile, "You are still young and have unparalleled aptitude. If you start practicing hard from now on, you will have a bright future in the future."

The girl's words reminded Kong, if she can be like Shi Feixuan and Wanhou, where in the world is she not allowed to go?

Thinking of this, Liao Kong looked at the girl and asked solemnly, "Are you willing?"

The author has something to say:

Drums at dusk and bells in the morning wake up the famous and wealthy people in the world, and the sound of the Buddha's call recalls the charming dream of the sea of ​​bitterness.It is the couplet in the original work, not original by Master Huang, and this couplet is hung at the entrance of many temples.