Dharma

In the [-]th year of the Tianqiong calendar, February.

This year's spring came late, the world is still filled with cold mist, rain and snow are flying, the willow branches have not yet sprouted, and the plum blossoms are still fragrant.Everywhere, it is the same scene that the spring buds are not sprouting, and the white snow does not melt for a long time.People say that this year's winter has stepped into the door of spring, and it seems that doves are about to occupy the magpie's nest.

The world of mortals is located at the bottom of the Nine Heavens, connecting to the Realm of Cultivation and the Demon Realm below.Although the world of mortals at this time is already the warmest among all worlds in terms of temperature due to its contact with the ground, it is not much warmer.It was just one night, and thick snow accumulated on the side of the road, on the top of the trees, on the eaves, and in the yard.The bright sun shone down, but there was still a slight sense of remoteness and coldness.

Xiang Rong pushed open the dilapidated door with a squeak, but it didn't open, it was just a crack in the door, and the wind outside poured in a burst of arrows, rain, guns and snow.It was like putting him in a deep gorge, with wind and snow blowing, and it was so cold that he couldn't find the north.Xiang Rong regained his composure, took a breath of cold air, and quickly rushed out through the crack of the door, then quickly turned around and closed the door, blocking the cold sky in front of a thin wooden door.

The snow in the yard was extremely thick. Xiang Rong walked over and tried it. He stepped on it and his calf could sink in. If he couldn't see what was under the snow, it would be a bit like catching fish in a stream in summer. scene.Thinking of this, Xiang Rong planned to take a trip to the river in the back mountain when he came back today to see if he could catch a fish to replenish Xiang Yu's body, because she hadn't eaten the guy Feng Fuling rescued for many days Get something decent.

The river should still be frozen, so he had to remember to bring a hammer with him when he went out.

Xiang Rong retreated back to the corridor, shook off the snow on his legs, and picked up the broom next to him.He returned to the courtyard with the broom, and swept away the snow facing the gate to both sides. After a while, he cleared an old bluestone road extending to the gate of the courtyard.In the past, this stone road welcomed and sent many pious Buddhist pilgrims. Today, there are still some wax red marks of incense and candle ash in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, just like the annual rings printed in the trees. Generally speaking, the wind does not move, the sun does not melt, the rain does not shake, and the snow does not wash away, which has become a mark left over from an era.

It is heard that no matter how the former pilgrims arrived here, whether they came in groups, brought by chariots and sedan chairs, or trekked alone, they had to wash their hands and cheeks at the mouth of the lotus spring outside the temple before they could carry Joss candles, yellow paper and other objects entered the temple.

This means to wash away all living beings and accept the baptism of Buddha in a clean and equal state.

And Xiang Rong always scoffed at these rumors.Immortals do exist, and everyone in the world has seen them, but immortals don't care about the life and death of mortals.Whether there is a Buddha or not, no one knows.He also doesn't believe in the nonsense that Buddhists say that all living beings are equal in karma.If everyone is equal in this world, and there is a cycle of karma, how could their family be ruined after a good life? He and his younger sister wandered all over the place, struggling to survive as a performer and barely getting enough food and clothing.The culprit is still in the capital city, enjoying the extravagance of the world, and so far no one has come to take him away.

Of course, even though Xiang Rong doesn't believe in Buddhism at all, it must be said that Buddha is not completely useless.At least the ruined temple left by his followers is quite useful.Now this has become the shelter for the three of them. In this weather that can freeze a living person into ice tofu, they can have a tile to cover the snow and an inch of wall to block the wind, so they can sleep overnight. It was a life-saving grace.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Xiang Rong exhaled a breath of warm white air, and then raised the broken broom with a gap in his hand like a red tasseled broom.He used a broom instead of a spear, stabbing from left to right, slashing across and across, where the broom swept, the strong wind suddenly rose and disappeared, but the rest of his energy remained.

In the middle of Xiang Rong's dance, goose feather snow fell from the sky again, and the snow flakes fell on his black hair and old cotton clothes, and melted into watermarks in an instant.After he finished practicing a set of marksmanship, he pushed the broom forward, and countless broomsticks on the tip of the broom still trembled unceasingly, shining out a few spots of sunlight.After it finished trembling, in just a moment, the broom head was filled with white snow.

Xiang Rong stood there for a moment, then slapped the broom on the side of the road, and the briquette fell into its predecessors, becoming an inconspicuous thin layer of snow on top.

If you look carefully at the snowdrift, it is slightly reddened under the sun.

Xiang Rong didn't notice the abnormality, so he put away the broom and put it under the corridor, and pushed the door into the hall.The temple is already dilapidated, the houses where the monks used to live have long been ruined walls and tiles, and only the main hall is still a little tidy and can be used for people.

He closed the door, and went to the inner room to check Xiang Yu's situation. She was still the same, with pale face, black lips, and as thin as a dry stick, as if blown by a little wind, she could be blown away immediately. up.However, for the current Xiang Rong, Xiang Yu's old appearance is already good, but she is afraid that her condition will suddenly deteriorate and she will really disappear.After watching Xiang Yu, Xiang Rong looked back, Feng Fuling was still taking care of the boy who was rescued a few days ago, so he frowned and asked, "Is he still awake?"

"No." Feng Fuling knew that this meant leaving, and removed Wen Pa from the boy's forehead, and was about to get up—probably because he was worried, he took one last look at the boy—and saw The young man's eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth was slightly opened, as if he was talking in his sleep.

Feng Fuling leaned slightly to listen, just like a few days ago, he only heard some vague syllables, and couldn't make out what he was talking about.

Feng Fuling picked him up at the entrance of the market.

The boy suddenly fell in front of their juggling class—of course, there are only him, Xiang Rong, and Xiang Yu in this juggling class. So I came out to support the stall and perform art - the stall was closed at that time, and there were no more people watching around, and the two of them were ready to leave.It was at that time that this person suddenly fell in front of the two of them, as if appearing out of nowhere, a ball of fiery red sticking upright in the black, gray and icy snow slag that had been trampled by the crowd long ago. .

Both Feng Fuling and Xiang Rong were stunned for a moment, and Feng Fuling realized that this person was head down. It would be bad if he was blocked by snow scum and suffocated to death, so he hurried forward to break him off come over.Breaking it over to clear the icicles in his breath, he found that it was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, and looked younger than the two of us.Wipe away some of the dirt on his face, and you can already see that this guy has a fair and delicate face, and it is obvious that he does not need to work on weekdays.No matter how you shoot, you can't wake up.Both Feng Fuling and Xiang Rong were still worrying about Xiang Yu's medical expenses, so they couldn't just send him to see a doctor rashly, and they couldn't pay the fee even if they were sent.

And Xiang Rong has always been a bit hostile to dudes, so he said: "Look at the material and color of his clothes, and he dresses so ostentatiously when he goes out. He must be a son of a wealthy family. He should have separated from the servants at home. We just left him in the house." Well, someone will definitely come looking for him later."

Feng Fuling usually has no expression on his face, he is not close to familiarity, and looks indifferent as if no one wants to deal with me, but now seeing this young man who is so dizzy that he doesn't know what is going on, for some reason he feels a little soft-hearted.He looked at the empty surroundings, and thought of a rascal in the city, who only picks up half-sized boys and girls to do dirty business. The three of them almost suffered from him when they first arrived here at the beginning of the month. He felt something wrong in his heart, and said, " You go to get medicine for Xiao Yu first, I will watch here and wait to see when his family will come."

In fact, there were few pedestrians on the street today, so they didn't gain much, and yesterday's money was only [-] Wen, which was only enough to catch half of the medicine.Although half-drugs may not be effective enough, for them, it is better than myrrh.

Xiang Rong looked at him, then at the half-grown boy, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll grab the medicine for Xiaoyu, and I won't come over after I catch it. You go back by yourself." He picked up his shackles On the back, lift and walk.Xiang Rong is only fifteen years old, and he has just started the era of young Zizi's growth. The shiny red-tasseled □ is longer than his whole body when he carries it on his back.

Feng Fuling guarded the fainted boy there, helped him to a place where the wind could be shielded from the wind, and squatted for a whole evening, until the moon had risen, and he didn't see any hurrying nearby as if he was in a hurry. Adults looking for someone.

Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Feng Fuling looked at his long breathing, hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the boy and brought him back.When the boy lay on him, he felt warm all over his body. He thought it was the boy's natural body heat, but later he realized that even his old padded coat, which had been slightly wet from the melted snow, was warm. After being dried, it was discovered that his clothes could generate heat.Fu Ling had never heard of such clothes, not to mention having seen them before. He was surprised in his heart, and secretly glad that he did not leave him behind—he would be discovered by other passers-by. The boy's clothes must be taken away.Then the boy really couldn't survive.

When he came back from this area, he had been in a coma for more than four days, and he didn't show any signs of waking up. Feng Fuling was somewhat worried that he might not wake up.Just as he was thinking about it, the young man suddenly twitched his eyebrows frequently and moved his fingers.Alive?Feng Fuling breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't like to talk, he just stared at the young man, waiting for him to wake up.

Xia Jingge opened his eyes and stared blankly at everything in front of him. After a long time, he realized that what occupied more than half of his vision was a piece of gray torn coarse cloth.For a moment, he didn't know how to turn his head to change his vision, and stared at the rag for a long time, until he recognized what it was, and then moved his head.As soon as he moved, he saw a young man who was very close to him.This is a very good-looking boy, with a handsome face, straight eyebrows, black and white eyes, clear and clear, and he just squats motionless, as quiet as a hand leaning against the wall, but ready to be unsheathed at any time. Sharp sword.

Xia Jingge looked at him ignorantly, and was stunned for a moment.It felt so mysterious, as if he had known this person a long time ago.But in fact, he searched his brains and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

Xia Jingge stared directly at the young man for a moment.Seeing that he didn't say anything, he blinked at the boy, "You saved me?"

Feng Fuling nodded, and gave a little grace.

He was really saved.Thinking about it, Xia Jingge moved her slightly stiff body, sat up with support and looked around.But seeing the deserted place around him, not to mention the gap on the roof that was simply covered by a stone, just the statue of a Bodhisattva that collapsed in the corner with a severed head was enough to shock him.

Xia Jingge was speechless inwardly: People in the world of mortals deserve to be the pioneers of rebellion!The bridgehead of the Demon Realm!

After thinking about it again: The fall of the Buddhist school has long been a foregone conclusion, and it is reasonable to get this situation, but I don't know if our Taoist patriarch is safe... The world of mortals is already like this, and my father suddenly wants him to come here with a body that has lost all five spirits. What is the purpose of cultivating in a muddy place?Aside from other things, when the five spirits are all useless and the spiritual energy is muddy... what hope can he have in this life to achieve a positive result?

Well, even though he is full of aura, he is destined to be unable to achieve any positive results... But being kicked down by his father alone is clearly different from the experience of the lower realms with his seniors on weekdays, and he seems to be thrown directly into the world of mortals... …

Xia Jingge felt a sense of grievance in his heart, and felt sad for a moment.After he was sad, he realized that the benefactor who saved him was still looking at him, so he smiled at him with some embarrassment.

Before this, Xia Jingge never thought that one day he would enter the world of mortals, where the aura is the thinnest and weakest, to practice. Naturally, he didn't know much about all the rules and customs here.It was fine to be kicked down from the Jiuhua Realm by his father without any preparation, but now he was actually rescued by a man in the world of mortals, and logically he should repay him, but he was kicked suddenly, and his whole body was covered with blood. Apart from a family heirloom jade pendant, there is nothing else, how should I repay her?

... Uncle Yun said what to do in this situation... A promise with your body?

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