Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

On the way there was Ming Si Nian, an irresistible oil bottle, so Yu Fuchen had no choice but to bite the bullet and bring the two of them back to the Buddhist sect. A certain hypocritical old ghost who would sleep behind him as soon as he got on a horse was unconscious and fell into a coma. After getting off the horse three or five times, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

There was nothing he could do, so he had no choice but to find a rope to tie the man around his body, lest he open his own head and cause another accident on the way.

On the other hand, Ming Si Nian leisurely took a piece of thick paper, folded it into a painting boat and quenched his spiritual power in it, breathed on the fairy air, and the gadget instantly magnified into a real thing, floating at a distance of three feet above the ground, as a means of transportation, and there were still many people around. A few auspicious clouds floated in an exaggerated manner, which matched his clothes fluttering in the wind very flamboyantly.

Maoshan technique is learned well!

At this moment, Ming Si Nian was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, pouring a hot pot of wine for himself to drink. From time to time, he would say "tsk" and praise the taste of the old wine.

"You worked so hard to serve him, but in the end you still have to make a wedding dress for someone else. I advise you to take him back with Yu Jian. Anyway, he can't see things even though he's blindfolded. Seeing how troublesome you are, I'm tired."

"You are so capable, why don't you have to follow behind my ass?" The boy replied coldly.

He was in a very bad mood at the moment, Feng Changhuan was sleeping soundly against his back, drooling three feet, dripping down the curve of his waistline, wetting his clothes and pants, his legs were sticky and very uncomfortable.

He has an inexplicable affection for Feng Changhuan, saying that he hates it, but he will approach him instinctively.

He said he liked it... He hated this person's virtue when he was stupid, and he was like a lunatic. Could it be testing his patience?

From Kunlun to Fozong, traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, staying with the old ghost, Yu Fuchen felt that he would lose ten years of his life at least.

The three of them were speechless all the way, and after the last journey, they stopped in front of the mountain gate.

Yu Fuchen pushed Feng Changhuan, who was chattering happily in his dream, and stepped forward to bow to the gatekeeper Buddha Xiu: "Eminent Monk, I have followed Master Xuyun's order to bring him back, please let me know."

He grew up in the Buddhist sect but failed to become a teacher. He could only address people he knew well as "Grand Monk", and he was very alienated. Every time he called out, his heart was cold and cold.

Foxiu put his hands together in front of his chest, bowed to the three of them, and said softly: "The master has an order, Xiaoyou Yu can bring the distinguished guests to the Daxiong Palace to meet him as soon as possible, as for this..."

He glanced at Ming Si Nian, who put away the painting boat, bowed his head and respectfully said: "Ming Si Nian, Taoxijian, my junior, came to visit by the order of the head."

As he spoke, he took off the token at his waist and handed it forward. After confirming that it was the token of Taoxijian, Buddha Xiu invited him into the mountain gate.

When they passed each other, he said to Yu Fuchen with the sound transmission technique: "The master's time is running out, please hurry up, little friend Yu."

When Yu Fuchen heard this, his heart skipped a beat, remembering that before he left the Buddhist sect, the old monk had already lost his strength in speaking.

I thought it was just an occasional cold, and it would be fine after resting for a while, but how could it be so serious, before leaving, the old monk clearly told him not to worry, just to be safe.

...Fortunately, he was delayed for a few days on the way, he really has a big heart!

He took three steps and made two steps at the same time, using lightness kung fu to climb up the high steps, wishing he could rush to the top of the mountain with one step.If it weren't for the Buddhist sect's rule that "thousands of long stairs require a pious heart", one must walk against the wind.

After walking a few steps, he realized that he had forgotten something. Looking back, Feng Changhuan was still squatting where he was, and he didn't want to take another step when he was tired.

"Apart from eating and sleeping along the way, why are you so tired!!"

He complained and picked up Feng Changhuan, carried it on his shoulders and ran towards the top of the mountain, leaving only Minsi Nian walking behind panting, and shouted loudly: "Is it necessary to run so fast!!"

The old monk's lifespan is approaching, and he can't stop for a moment. He must bring this demon to the old monk intact!

Master Xuyun has shown Yu Fuchen the kindness of nurturing him. Although he failed to join the master's school due to various reasons, he is grateful to the old monk for his guidance over the years from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Changhuan seemed to have sensed something, and lay on his shoulders obediently, without moving, or maybe it was the solemn holy aura of the pure place of Buddhism that suppressed the evil aura on him, so that he would never hurt others or himself again. Evil thoughts.

In short, when Yu Fuchen arrived at the front of the hall, there were already hundreds of Buddhist monks sitting cross-legged in meditation, palms folded, eyes closed devoutly reciting scriptures, and praying for the old monk.

Yu Fuchen's throat tightened, knowing that the most worrying thing had finally happened, he let go of Feng Changhuan, walked through the neatly lined up Buddhist monks, knelt down in front of the main hall door, and said in a low voice: "Master Xuyun, Fuchen has rushed back."

After a while, the door of the hall opened wide, and a young monk with plain white robes and a handsome face came out of it. He chanted the Buddha's name and said to him: "Amitabha, Master Yu, brother has been waiting for a long time, please come in quickly."

This person is none other than the head of the Wuxiang Buddhist sect, Master Xuyun's fellow disciple, nothingness.

Yu Fuchen didn't dare to delay, thanked him, got up and pulled Feng Changhuan to rush into the hall.

But just as he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly felt his movements stagnate, and the man behind him resolutely pulled out his hand, stepped back several times, his eyes dodged as if frightened.

"What's going on, are you afraid?"

The man pursed his lips and didn't answer, shook his head and stepped back, walking a dozen steps before stopping.

"Benefactor Yu, you don't have to force it. Brother has already expected that since he refuses to meet, let you go first."

Yu Fuchen nodded in agreement, and entered the hall without turning his head, feeling the heavy carved door closing behind him, cutting off the last ray of light in the hall.

In the dark, the gold-plated Buddha statue looks majestic, and the Buddha looks down solemnly, showing endless compassion for the world.

It is clear that I have watched the scene for more than ten years, but at this moment, a kind of strangeness secretly arises in my heart.

Yu Fuchen took a few steps forward, saw the hunchback figure sitting cross-legged on the futon, and went forward to meet him.

At this moment, Master Xuyun lost even the strength to hit the wooden fish, and his voice was barely audible: "Little friend, have you...brought him back?"

The old man with a gray beard and a vicissitudes of life lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, like a piece of jagged dead wood, which would be wiped out with just a touch.

With a sore nose, Yu Fuchen knelt beside Master Xuyun and replied in a deep voice: "Yes, this junior brought him back."

Master Xuyun smiled, and the fleeting arc made Yu Fuchen suddenly recall the scene when the old monk walked through thousands of mountains and valleys holding his hand.

His eyes were red, and he wanted to raise his hand to wipe away his tears, but he was afraid that the old monk would be worried, so he had no choice but to give up.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

Master Xuyun murmured, opened a slit in his eyes, tried to turn his cloudy eyeballs, and looked at Yu Fuchen.

"Little friend, the old monk really can't bear to delay you for so many years. Now that the time has come, it's time... and it's time for you to become a teacher."

"Master? Are you finally willing to accept me as an apprentice?"

Master Xu Yun shook his head and sighed: "How can old monk He De... little friend, the only person in this world who can lead you back to the right path is the one you personally rescued on the karma platform..."

"he?"

Thinking of Feng Changhuan's stupid and out-of-the-ordinary appearance, Yu Fuchen felt annoyed. In addition, he was dissatisfied just now, and he didn't dare to get angry because of the old monk's face, so he replied euphemistically: "He...isn't suitable, he is a A monster who is a disaster to the world, besides, his spiritual power is lost, he can't even protect himself, it will only be a drag."

The old monk smiled, panting a little more heavily, which caused a weak cough, Yu Fuchen patted his back for him, but was declined by the old man.

"You have guessed in your heart for a long time. You know that there is more than one golden core in his body, but you would rather believe that he has lost all his spiritual power. My friend, I have been with you for these years. The old monk understands your heart, and you don't want to admit it, but you are indeed Pity him, don't you?"

"Pitiful?"

"That's right...you hope that a person like him who has suffered a lot can live a normal and stable life as a mortal. You mocked him as a monster who disrupted the world, but you forgot that when you stepped into the gate of the Buddhist sect, What I said to the old monk."

How could I forget... Yu Fuchen clearly remembered that when he first met Master Xuyun, the old monk asked him what he wanted in his life, and he replied:

"I don't seek the right way in the world, but only want to kill those who deserve to be killed. If the Buddha doesn't save the world, I will incarnate as a Shura evil ghost and become the world's law to measure good and evil merits and demerits!"

At that time, he was only seven years old, and his memory was completely blank. He only vaguely felt that this world and this destiny owed him too much...

Xu Wu said: "This child is too murderous and has too much evil spirit. I am afraid it will cause harm to one side, so he is not suitable for practicing Buddhism."

But Master Xuyun welcomed him into the mountain gate, and said with a smile: "No one is born a god, and no one is born a demon. Thousands of steps and long stairs, you must have a pious heart, and one day you will understand what you want .”

After ten years of devoting himself to practicing Buddhism, his state of mind has changed, and he has even forgotten his original intention.

In the past, he would definitely have bowed down three times and nine times to that so-called wicked monster without hesitation, hoping to become his disciple.

Today, being influenced by Buddhism, he no longer harbors hatred and hostility. His only wish is to be enshrined as a monk under the seat of Master Xuyun and to pursue the righteous way in the world.

"Master, now I don't want to do evil, saving him is all because of your entrustment, I..."

"You don't think he's guilty of the worst crimes, do you?"

Yu Fuchen didn't answer, rubbing his fingertips, his heart was in a mess.

"If you think he is evil, you won't take him back to the pure place of Buddhism. The rest of your life is long, you are still young, why don't you stay by his side, don't hear any rumors, and use your own pair of eyes to discern his good and evil? "

"Master, even so, there is no need to worship him as a teacher. If I am destined to break with him one day, wouldn't I still have to bear the notoriety of deceiving my master and destroying my ancestors and being a deviant..."

Master of nothingness shook his head and let out another long sigh.

"Little friend, you are a person who died once, and he gave you a new life... Now that he returns in blood, you refuse to recognize him, how heartbreaking it is to make him..."

"What does the master mean by this? Could it be that he..."

"The Buddha said: Dependent origin is gone, conditioned birth is empty. Everything in the world is empty. Only its emptiness can contain all things. The old monk once promised him that you can't say...you can't say..."

The master didn't want to make it clear, and Yu Fuchen didn't want to ask, so he said dumbly:

"If it's Master's wish, this junior will be willing to fulfill it for you, but there is one more thing that this junior would like to ask. Will he... lead me astray?"

After a long silence, the old monk closed his eyes, and slowly replied: "No. Believe in the old monk once, this is also, the last time..."