Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(53)

"Wuwuwu, Master Zhiqing, what's wrong?" The little girl was wearing a yellow dress, with a winter jasmine flower that was rarely seen in autumn and winter braided on her braid. The bright yellow clothes and bright yellow flowers made her look very delicate and lovely.

It's just that her crying is really not flattering, and her voice is so loud, Zhou Jidao's voice is the first and she can be the second, so annoyed that Ji Qianshan shook his head: "I'm not dead, you don't have to cry in a hurry. "

The little girl didn't even pay attention to him, she threw herself on Zhiqing and cried wholeheartedly: "Wooooow, Master Zhiqing! Look at me! I'm Huang Yinger, Master Zhiqing!!!"

It's no wonder Huang Ying'er was crying so hard. Shi, the big clients of Lanruo Temple, saw Zhiqing's current appearance, and probably cried even harder than her. Who made Zhiqing look so miserable now?

Not to mention that the pure white monk robe was stained by snow water, even Zhiqing's face was scratched with two long scars by the rocks swept by the avalanche.One even brushed from his temple to the end of his brow, all the way to the corner of his mouth.Fortunately, Zhiqing also knew that he relied on his face for food, so he remembered to protect his face in a hurry, otherwise the wound was really incision, and he might be disfigured.

"Woooooooooooooooooo Master Zhiqing, I'm late, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" if I've come earlier!"

"Okay, stop crying." Ji Qianshan couldn't listen anymore, "I've been crying for two hours, find a way to take him out, and heal the wound on his face early, he will definitely not be disfigured of."

"Go away! Don't curse him!" Pushing away Ji Qianshan's hand, Huang Yinger threw herself into Zhiqing's arms, took out a small handkerchief from her arms, and carefully wiped Zhiqing's wound, "face There are still stones on the ground, Master Zhiqing, let me wipe it for you."

Being pushed away is pushed away, Ji Qianshan is still not happy to see Zhiqing's face, he should have sent him out as soon as possible.He folded his arms and watched the crying scene for another ten minutes. Seeing that Huang Yinger had no intention of stopping, Ji Qianshan had no choice but to take out the soul-casting stone, wiped the soul-casting stone and put it beside him.

Glancing at Huang Ying'er, Ji Qianshan rolled his eyes in his heart, and said, "Isn't that Master? Who doesn't seem to have it? I cry much better than you." Then he started practicing kung fu on the soul-casting stone, his legs There are still injuries on the body, Zhiqing has to rely on him if a seriously injured person really wants to go out.

Huang Ying'er cried for more than half an hour, but she stopped for a while, got up from Zhiqing's body, wiped her tears and stretched out her hand to pat Zhiqing's face: "Master Zhiqing, you really can't wake up now ?”

With cautious probing in her voice, Ji Qianshan slightly opened one eye from the state of closing his eyes and resting his mind.Huang Ying'er hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth and made up her mind, put her right hand into her mouth and closed her eyes and said "click": "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much!"

While crying out for pain, she held her right hand and put it to Zhiqing's lips.Drops of bright red blood ooze from the bitten skin, and Huang Yinger squeezes the wound so hard that she almost stuffs her hand into Zhiqing's mouth.While struggling to squeeze the blood, she muttered: "Drink quickly, drink quickly. I don't have a lot of blood, and every drop I drink will be one drop less."

Zhiqing's face was pale, the corners of his lips were bloodless, his whole body was almost integrated with the snow, his eyes and lips were tightly closed, his teeth were clenched, and his brows were tightly frowned, as if he had encountered some kind of nightmare in a dream.He frowned, shaking his head and rejecting the blood that Huang Yinger sent to his mouth: "No, don't..."

"No!" Huang Ying'er raised her eyebrows, pinched Zhiqing's chin, and forcibly opened his mouth. "Today, you have to ask for it or not! Otherwise, I've wasted 500 years of skill."

Ji Qianshan lowered his eyelids, looked at his nose and heart, and asked quietly after a while: "A drop of blood is worth 500 years? If you don't see each other in 1000 years, you don't seem to have made much progress."

"Can I be the same as you?" Huang Ying'er was overwhelmed by Zhiqing who didn't drink blood, and simply put her finger into Zhiqing's mouth, "What kind of feet are you all, and what kind of feet are I? I'm just an ordinary oriole, how about you? Each title must contain some kind of "sage", or some kind of "lord", or at least some kind of "spiritual creature". It’s pretty good to be alive.”

"Before the disaster of the fire, I sank into the sea of ​​blood. The disaster of the fire didn't come out, what happened to you then?" Ji Qianshan asked.

"What else?" Seeing that Zhiqing finally drank a drop of blood, Huang Ying'er withdrew her hand in satisfaction, took out a handkerchief to wipe it clean, and then put the handkerchief into her bosom, "You will die in the second year after you sink into the sea of ​​blood. There was a fire disaster, because you disbanded us before you left, and Tanlang and I also divided things. In the beginning, Mr. Long You still looked for you, and sometimes he would send people to look for me. Later... Maybe it was Ming The disaster of fire was too busy, Lord Longyou never mentioned you again, and never looked for me."

Ji Qianshan shook his head and said, "It's not because of the war, it's because the memory seal has taken effect."

Helping Zhiqing half up and leaning against a big rock, Huang Yinger wiped Zhiqing's sweat while taking a look at Ji Qianshan.Ji Qianshan looked normal, as if the injury on his leg didn't hinder him at all.

"My lord, do you know what I admire most about you?"

Ji Qianshan replied: "Didn't you agree to be my subordinate because of Zhiqing? When did you start to admire me?"

"Wanting to see Master Zhiqing is the main reason," Huang Yinger twisted a new handkerchief with both hands, "The second is that I admire you a little bit. ——I admire you most for being able to lie."

"There is a saying in the world that if you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself, but you are different. You know it in your heart, but you can deceive everyone in this world. When people are deceived by you, you are cruel again. Reveal the truth to others.” Huang Ying’er couldn’t help giving a thumbs up, “You’re a role model for me. But you are just as cruel to yourself, so what if you believe the excuse of ‘too busy with war’? "

"Hehe," Ji Qianshan smiled, "So what if I believe it? I set the memory seal, and I know very well that sooner or later he will forget me and all the years we have been together. Why lie to yourself?"

"Then what are you doing back here?" Huang Yinger couldn't help complaining in her tone.She did have reason to complain, she followed Ji Qianshan because she thought he was the incarnation of a sea of ​​blood, and he would definitely do something in the future.There is a saying that "a chicken and a dog ascend to heaven when one attains the Tao", Huang Ying'er thought that she would be able to gain some fame even if she didn't say that she had the merit of being a dragon.In the end, I didn't expect that before I had time to start acting, my master was about to retire first.

Ji Qianshan sealed the saint's memory, which is something that heaven and earth cannot tolerate. If it is discovered, it will be a dead place without a burial.When he told Huang Yinger about this, Huang Yinger thought that Ji Qianshan was going crazy because he couldn't catch up with his master.Unexpectedly, Ji Qianshan was serious. Just when Fang Yanchu's attitude was loosened, Ji Qianshan actually wanted to seal Fang Yanchu's memory, and then sank into the sea of ​​blood to rebuild.

Rebuild and rebuild, what are you doing now?And he still became an apprentice beside Fang Yanchu, is this any different from before?

Ji Qianshan didn't answer, turned around and gave Huang Yinger his back: "It's none of your business."

"Then don't ask me to help. Back then you didn't even give me severance pay, so I didn't care what you wanted. Now that you come back, if you have any wicked things, you can do it yourself. I won't help you lie. "

"Oh." Ji Qianshan replied indifferently, "I have Zhiqing's handle."

"You're talking nonsense!" Huang Ying'er was in a standard star-chasing mentality, "Master Zhiqing's intelligence and martial arts are not inferior to that sage master of your family. It is impossible for you to have any excuses."

"He's a monk."

"The Dharma is boundless, and it can save all sentient beings. I am willing to let a monk save me. What do you care?"

"He has many confidante."

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is kept. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. He treats women in the world the same. Since I can't get Master Zhiqing, so will others. Let's all be together. Besides, Master Zhiqing will not become a true Buddha. There is nothing wrong with being a wine and meat monk in the world of mortals."

"How do you know that he is unwilling to become a true Buddha?"

"If he wanted to be promoted, he would have been promoted a long time ago. Why wait until now?"

Covering her mouth with a hand from behind, Huang Yinger turned her head subconsciously, and saw Zhiqing sitting up from the stone, with a corner of the dirty monk's robe lying on the snow: "What if I really want to be promoted?"

"Well--"

Ji Qianshan said with a smile: "Then you can only be promoted after you find the Buddhist holy relic."

"That's not necessary," Zhiqing looked up at Ji Qianshan, "If I can really kill the incarnation of the sea of ​​blood, I will also be promoted with merit."

"Then you shouldn't force me." Ji Qianshan rubbed the soul-casting stone in his hand, "If the sea of ​​blood is not empty, I will never die. If you want to really kill the incarnation of the sea of ​​blood, you have to clear the sea of ​​blood. I don’t think Master Zhiqing understands this, does he? What’s the point of killing me as an incarnation to vent my anger instead of killing the weeds?”

"Well——" Huang Yinger struggled to grab Zhiqing's hand, turned around and stretched out her arms to block Zhiqing, "Your Majesty, if you want to kill Master Zhiqing, kill me first."

Ji Qianshan smiled wryly and couldn't express the feelings in his heart. He pointed at Zhiqing and himself in disbelief: "Huang Yinger, he is the one who wants to kill me. Even if you are biased, you have to have a limit."

"You are protected by your sage master, but what about Master Zhiqing?" Huang Yinger's tenderness turned into tears in her eyes, "Master Zhiqing is the only one left."

"Did you watch any strange human programs recently?" Ji Qianshan waved his hand and put Huang Yinger aside, "Does Master Zhiqing think so too? I'm the only one left for Mr. Longyou..."

Zhiqing was not so mentally handicapped, and took out a string of Buddhist beads from his bosom: "Of course not, it's just that Mr. Longyou wants to collect holy objects, how can he be accompanied by an incarnation of the sea of ​​blood? This will slow down the progress of collecting the four holy objects." Loss."

"I didn't expect you to be a career fan."