[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

The rotting fallen leaves were mixed in the soil, exuding bursts of not-so-beautiful but exceptionally natural aura.The continuous strong wind for several days and nights blew all the trees a little bit bare, showing a kind of emptiness like the aftermath of a catastrophe.

In early autumn, Chang'an City was quietly covered with a slight chill.Presumably, today's sage took his beloved imperial concubine to soak in the hot spring, and even the children of the aristocratic families who rode horses and hawks were tired of hunting in such weather.In this way, the beasts hiding in the forest are encouraged to sneak out to look for food, adding a bit of vitality to the empty forest.

The owner of the store opened the drawer, and the vigorous steam filled the whole small bun shop in an instant.

"Guest officer, your two steamed buns." The shop owner brought over several drawers of steamed stuffed buns, put them on the table in a hurry, pulled back his hands that were scalded, and grabbed his earlobe.The series of movements were too loud, and the dishes on the table were rattled.

"Thank you." A man was wearing a black cloak, his entire face was hidden in the shadows.Originally, shop owners who described this kind of cunning people as surreptitious were usually afraid of avoiding them, but this shop owner felt a kind of inexplicable kindness, as if he was very familiar with him before.However, after all, it is a Jianghu person, one thing more is worse than one thing less.The shop owner suppressed his desire to say a few more words, smiled honestly and honestly, and went through the curtain to chop firewood in the backyard.

It's not the time to eat, and this shop is pitifully small.As soon as the boss left, there were only two people left in the room.The hot mist blurred the face of the man in the cloak, but the monk sitting opposite him didn't care at all.

The monk didn't greet the man in the cloak either, he picked up a bun from the cage and slapped it open: "It's stuffed with meat?"

"Su's in the cage next door." The man in the cloak drank the cheap tea from the small shop, but looked extremely serious, as if he was really tasting something.

The monk picked up the buns and ate them happily without any scruples: "The vegetarian ones are terrible, and this is not the first time I have come to this restaurant."

"I thought you escaped into Buddhism, and at least you could be pure-hearted and ascetic. This appearance somewhat surprised me." The man was hidden in the cloak, and his expression could not be seen, but he could faintly feel a smile.

"The so-called everything is empty. Being a vegetarian is empty, and eating meat is also empty. They are all empty anyway, so why bother." The monk chewed the buns, and there was a faint gleam of oil on his lips: "As for being surprised, it's too late to know you Surprised while still alive."

The cloaked man looked at the monk and asked calmly for a long time, "How are you doing?"

"I can't say it's good, and I can't say it's bad. Either I'm sitting idle in the temple, or I'm traveling around the world. Sometimes when I see a villain who doesn't like me, I hit him with a stick. Sometimes, when I see an old friend..." Monk After a pause, he picked up the teacup on the table: "I met Cai Cai last month. I saw her turn around and leave when I saw her from a distance. After all, she is also my apprentice. I feel a little bit reluctant to let go."

The man in the cloak listened quietly, and suddenly said after a long while: "I'm sorry, Nangong, I have troubled you."

"Don't talk about that, the things in this world are originally the more you do, the more mistakes you make." The monk waved his hand to the man, and took a bun from the cage drawer: "It's just the old monk's idea to abandon the dark and turn to the light and return to the right way. I have my own reasons for leaving the Valley of the Wicked, not just your words. However, it is not an easy task to change identities if you want to join hands with former enemies to deal with former comrades-in-arms. But no matter what, it is better than Your situation is strong."

"Yeah, betrayed twice and ran away, there is no loyalty at all. I betrayed my beauty, and I was ungrateful. I left the Valley of the Wicked and turned to the Haoqi League with a murder debt on my back...Traitor, dishonesty, stupid, those comments are only on my tombstone I can’t even write it down. How many people applaud the demise of such a villain.” The man in the cloak refills his empty teacup with a calm tone, as if talking about other people’s affairs.

"It's better to be alive, brother." The monk looked at the face of the cloaked man hidden in the shadows: "Knowing that you are not dead, at least I, Nangong Meng, are very happy. The past, good and bad, but no matter what, it's just a memory no?"

"Nangong, you've changed. Why did I think you were stupid at the beginning?" The tea bowl was already empty, but the cloaked man still maintained his sipping posture.

"Because I was stupid at that time." The monk habitually stretched out his hands to straighten his temples, only to realize that he had lost his hair a long time ago: "Brother, you have also changed. At that time, your white-clothed heavy sword..."

"Shao Zijin is dead." The man in the cloak suddenly interrupted the monk's words: "A gentleman is like the wind, hiding a sword in the West Lake... that kind of distant thing has long been buried with this name, and the person who is alive now is called Moliu fragrant."

The two fell silent together, and the monk said to himself: "Yes, you and I have already dropped the swords in our hands."

"Brother, I am also an abbot in Laihao, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Although the temple is not big, if one day you see through the world of mortals, there will always be a place where you can practice."

"Yeah, if there is such a day, it would be nice to be able to settle right and wrong and forget the past..." The man in the cloak slipped out a piece of silver from his sleeve, threw it on the drawer containing the buns, turned and floated out the door.The monk also stood up and walked slowly towards the door.

The man in the cloak hesitated for a while, then turned to look at the monk: "Nangong..."

"Don't worry, I won't reveal a word. Whether it's your enemies or your debts, the poor monk doesn't bother to take care of so many troubles." The monk took the horse tied to the tree and walked away without looking back: "But I would like to say one more thing, don’t make yourself too tired. Pursuing sentient beings is the business of the Buddha, and ordinary people can’t force it.”

The monk led the horse and passed the man in the cloak.

"If you have something to do one day, you can come to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley to find me." The cloaked man stood on the horse, his understated voice was barely audible, and it is not known whether the monk heard it.

The man in the cloak watched the monk's back shrinking in the distance, turned around and walked to the place where he tied his horse.While untying the knot, he stroked the horse's mane.

"What has to be done, always has to be done."

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