Obsession [Quick Transmigration]

Master De Ning is 70 years old this year, and he has been hidden in the Buddhist sect all year round. Except for the new suzerain's assessment and registration a while ago, outsiders rarely visit him. Now that the other party can come to invite him, Jiang Mu feels that he is afraid of old illnesses. Okay, and the other party probably doesn't want to be known to the outside world.

On the second day, he went to the Buddhist sect alone.

*

The morning light is faint, and the breeze blows on the face with a trace of cold air that is unique to the early morning.

As soon as Jiang Mu entered the Buddhist sect, he met the consul inside. He probably had been taken care of. He kindly pointed the way for him and told him that he came too early today. Walk around in Fozong.

Ordinary monks are not allowed to enter Master De Ning's residence, and the consul is also like this, so he pointed out a secluded path for him, and he could only send him away with a smile on his face.

Jiang Mu walked in this mountain path, the mist that had not yet dissipated in the morning lightly shrouded the Buddhist sect in the vast mountain forest, accompanied by faint bells singing Sanskrit not far away, people seemed to be in the other world.

The place he is going to is the southernmost point here.

The Buddhist sect is not a place of seclusion, they open their sect to welcome the world, every day there will be many pilgrims, princes and grandchildren, nobles, poor people, all kinds of people, the sect looks brilliant and magnificent.

But Jiang Mu didn't see a single person on this road.

On the contrary, the surrounding scenery reveals a sense of desolation. One after another, the closed Buddhist courtyards are indescribably desolate under the shadow of trees. Looking at the mottled marks on the door, I am afraid that few people come.

As Jiang Mu was walking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong next to him. He turned his head to look carefully, and found that the door of the innermost closed courtyard was half open at this time.

Is there anyone in there?

The gate of the courtyard was also covered with mottled faces, Jiang Mu glanced inside along there, and there was a monk standing right now in the empty courtyard.

It was raining in Linzhou city yesterday, and the ground in the courtyard was still a little damp at this time. The man was facing him, tall and slender but a little thin, and his large white monk robe fluttered in the breeze, giving him a very weak feeling. The feeling that the man stood quietly and didn't know what he was looking at.

Jiang Mu gently pushed the door open. Although he was very careful, the door still made a slightly harsh sound.

The man turned around slowly and looked up at him lightly.

What kind of character is this?Jiang Mu was slightly taken aback.

The person in front of him is wearing a white monk robe, which is extremely simple in style, but it is spotless and feels quite elegant and meticulous.Her eyebrows are like ink painting, her face is like a crown of jade, and her skin is more eye-catching than the white clothes on her body.The other party is tall and tall, with a pair of pupils cut like autumn water, gentle and detached, and a cool temperament all over his body, and when he looks closely, he can't help but sigh that he is so tall, like Yao Lin Qiongshu can't tell in the mist Elegant and dusty, meeting that gaze seems to be the only person in the world left with indifferent eyes, so pure and ascetic that he is not like a mortal.

The two looked at each other, and the man asked softly, "Who are you?"

His voice was also clear and cold, but his gentleness could still be felt in his words.

Jiang Mu nodded slightly: "In Xiajiang Mu, I was invited by Master De Ning to come here and pass by here. I don't intend to offend you. Please forgive me."

"Invited by the master?" The other party seemed a little surprised, his expression was a little lost, and he recovered after a while. He put his hands together and said respectfully to Jiangmu, "Amitabha, the poor monk Xuanying."

Jiang Mu sized him up a bit: "Are you Xuan Ying?"

Xuan Ying didn't ask any more questions, her eyes drooped slightly: "It's the poor monk."

Before Jiang Mu could continue to say anything, at this moment, a shout came from not far away: "What are you doing here!"

Jiang Mu turned to look over, and an angry monk came running.

"Who are you? Who allowed you to come here." The senior brother said with a serious face, ran to the gate of the courtyard and happened to see someone standing inside, his expression was dumb for a moment, and then he grinned excitedly and said, " Little Martial Uncle, you are finally out of customs!"

Jiang Mu looked at him and then looked at Xuan Ying in the courtyard, who first smiled apologetically at him, and then said to the monk: "Yuanyi, don't be rash."

This master named Yuanyi was not a fool, he immediately realized that he had offended the nobleman, and immediately clasped his hands together to make amends: "Amitabha, don't blame the benefactor, it was the poor monk who was rude just now."

Jiang Mu gently shook his head: "It's okay, I shouldn't break in at will."

Xuan Ying walked slowly with gentle eyes, and said softly: "Benefactor Jiang is serious. The poor monk is going to leave the customs today to bid farewell to the master. Why don't the poor monk go with the benefactor?"

He is taller than Jiang Mu, but standing beside him at this time does not feel any pressure, but is like a breeze blowing on his face, whether it is words or breath, it is really fresh and elegant to the extreme, and people can't help feeling good, thinking of those people in the teahouse With such admiration for him, it is true that being famous is not as good as meeting him.

"Then there is Master Lao Xuanying."

"Benefactor Jiang is polite."

Yuanyi would not go with them, the two bid farewell to each other and continued southward along the secluded path.

The fog in the early morning has not completely dissipated, and the surrounding mountains appear and disappear in the mist, making the courtyards more and more lonely.

They walked unhurriedly, the chirping of insects in the grass, the chirping of birds in the woods, the rustling of the branches and leaves when the cool wind blows, and the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures in the distant palace, all of them are woven together Look beautiful and peaceful together.

Jiang Mu looked sideways slightly as if taking a sneak peek, but Xuan Yingcha felt it quickly, and he tilted his head and smiled lightly and asked softly, "Is it the first time for Master Jiang to come to the Buddhist sect?"

"En." Jiang Mu responded and even nodded to emphasize his tone.

Xuanying stopped, his expression seemed to be a bit annoyed, he said regretfully: "The poor monk should take Master Jiang for a good look."

Jiang Mu looked at him: "It's not too late now."

Xuan Ying was taken aback for a moment, and then a very shallow smile appeared on Qingjun's face, and his eyes were full of warmth: "That's right, then I won't go this way."

He is not as cold and indifferent as he looks on the outside, Jiang Mu thinks that he should be a wonderful person, otherwise how would he know so many interesting places and interesting allusions.

The two didn't rush towards the forgotten residence of Master De Ning until mid-afternoon. At the gate of the courtyard, Xuanying stopped to tidy up her clothes in a hurry. This speculative move seemed to be done thousands of times. The network is completely not the image that an old-fashioned monk should have.

Jiang Mu tilted his head slightly to look at him, he blinked at Jiang Mu lightly, signaling to keep quiet, Jiang Mu suddenly felt a little pity that such a person was actually a monk.

After finishing his clothes, he returned to a very holy and cold appearance, like a holy monk who has lived in a temple for a long time, and should not be desecrated.

Xuan Ying stood still, reached out and rolled up her sleeves, ready to knock on the door.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Senior nephew Xuanying."

The two turned around and saw a gray-clothed monk standing three meters behind them.

Xuan Ying nodded slightly at the man with a calm expression: "Uncle Jiansi."

Jiang Mudao: "Master Guangdao."

Guangdao walked slowly and didn't stop until he reached them.

The tall and burly figure seemed to be able to cover Jiang Mu and Xuan Ying, and a pair of sharp eyes were looking down at the two people in front of them.

Jiang Mu's expression remained unchanged, he was always indifferent, always pale and indifferent, as if he could deal with everything calmly, while Xuan Ying was smiling, gentle and gentle, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Guangdao stared at them with a very serious expression, but the two of them still didn't change anything. After a while, Guangdao couldn't hold on anymore, as if he had failed all of a sudden, he said with a smile: "You two let the suzerain Senior brother, wait a long time, two pigeons are flying back and forth in the Buddhist sect."

Jiang Mu lowered his eyes: "It's the younger generation's fault."

Xuan Ying lowered her eyes: "It's the disciple's fault."

Even the movements are exactly the same, Guangdao also smiled helplessly: "Hey, what's the matter, it's just a joke."

Xuan Ying asked, "Is Master in there now?"

Guangdao nodded, looking at Xuanying, he couldn't help frowning again, and said softly: "I see that your cultivation base has improved a lot, and you must have gained a lot from the retreat during this period of time. Some words, uncle, I surpassed the senior brother of the suzerain. Let me just say a few words, you have always been smarter than other disciples, you are the most talented and the most worry-free one in this generation, but about that matter... I believe that senior brother has his reasons, although you retreated without authorization, senior senior brother suzerain I also think you have your own considerations, not other reasons."

Xuan Ying narrowed her eyes and said, "Let Master worry him."

Guangdao sighed: "Oh, don't say much, you go in first."

That matter was naturally heard by the teahouse, and it was not easy for Jiang Mu to ask as an outsider, so he simply pretended not to hear it, and Guangdao stopped him when he was about to enter the house.

"Master Jiang."

Jiang Mu turned to look at him, and the other party bowed deeply to him: "Thank you, Master Jiang."

"Master Guangdao is polite."

*

Xuan Ying was the one who went in first, and when Jiang Mu entered the room, he happened to meet the eyes of an old monk with white beard and eyebrows.

The eyes were calm and deep like a well.

This is the suzerain of the Buddhist sect—Master De Ning.

A reclusive eminent monk who has lived in the mountains and forests for many years.

Jiang Mu saluted him slightly: "I have seen Master De Ning."

Xuan Ying also bowed to him: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

The other party glanced at Xuan Ying meaningfully, closed his eyes slightly, moved a string of Buddhist beads with his hands slowly, and responded softly: "Well, benefactor Jiang, please take a seat."

Please just invite one person, Jiang Mu is not restrained, he sits generously at the side, leaving only Xuanying still standing, but he doesn't feel embarrassed, he is still fresh and elegant, and no one can find any faults.

After Master De Ning finished speaking, the room fell into silence. Jiang Mu looked at them and felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable barrier between the two.

The relationship between the two is not bad. Although Master De Ning is the suzerain, he is usually kind and kind, and treats his disciples with care, especially this little disciple he loves the most, and he will not be harsh. When exactly did their relationship become so estranged?

Jiang Mu thought for a while, and it was still the matter of the new suzerain's registration.

Sure enough, after a while Xuanying spoke first: "Disciple's retreat this time..."

"You don't have to explain it to me."

Originally, Xuanying didn't want to mention this, but the conversation with Master Jiansi just now made him feel a little guilty. Unexpectedly, Master Dening cut off his words just after mentioning half a sentence. Xuanying looked at him, slightly drooping. Mou no longer opened his mouth.

Master De Ning still closed his eyes: "What else are you doing here?"

Xuan Ying said: "This time I have learned a lot from the closed-door training. Now that I am leaving the closed door, I want to go out for a trip. This time I come here to say goodbye to the master."

Master De Ning was slightly startled when he heard that, but the unnatural expression was fleeting, and he quickly returned to his original calm appearance.

"Go."

Xuan Ying bowed to him, then blinked lightly at Jiang Mu, and then stepped back quietly.

After Xuanying left, Guangdao from the outside came in and sighed to Master De Ning: "Senior brother is reluctant to part with nephew Xuanying, why don't you just point it out, just say a word of advice, why is it like this?"

Master De Ning shook his head: "Don't say any more, Benefactor Jiang, I made you laugh today."

Jiang Mu looked at him lightly, stretched out his hand to feel the pulse of the other party, and after a while, he said: "[-]% hope."