High Ridge Flower Rescue Project

The weather in March is a good time for everything to grow, neither hot nor cold.

It happened to be a continuous drizzle that day, and the already verdant mountain peak seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle in the rain and mist, soft and subtle like the hazy eyebrows of a beautiful woman.

The steps paved with blue stones on the mountain were wet by the rain, and a little moss grew on the place against the mud.

A young monk in a gray monk's robe wobbled up from the bottom of the mountain carrying a load of water. As he kept walking up the steps, a section of blue-gray outer wall of the temple appeared in front of him. Under the eaves was a plaque. It says "Tanshan Temple" in large characters.

The reason why Tanshan Temple is called Tanshan Temple is because the mountain is called Tanshan, and there is only this temple nearby, so the name of Tanshan Temple has been handed down like this.

Because it was raining, there were no pilgrims coming to the temple, and it seemed very quiet and quiet.

The little monk who carried the water went into the backyard, poured the water into the tank, and went to the kitchen to have a look. Seeing that the vegetarian meal at noon was ready, he took out a food box and put the food in it. After entering, cover it carefully.

Seeing the little monk's movements, the rest of the monks asked, "Huijing, are you still going to deliver food to Master Xuandu? Is Master's illness better?"

The little monk called Huijing said: "Uncle Xuandu's illness is much better than before, oops, I don't want to tell you, I have to deliver food to Uncle immediately."

The rain outside seemed to be a little heavier than before. Because she was afraid of getting wet on the food box, Huijing deliberately held up an umbrella, and then trotted all the way to the meditation room in Linyuan.

When she was under the eaves, Huijing put away her umbrella, adjusted her breathing slowly, and then lightly knocked on the courtyard door twice.

The wooden door was only ajar, and there was no sound from inside as usual.

Huijing is used to delivering food every day, so after waiting for a while, she opened the door and walked in, shouting, "Uncle Xuandu, I'm here to deliver food to you!"

As she spoke, Huijing pushed open the door, and called again, "Uncle Xuandu."

It's just that this time the voice was much softer.

The monk named Xuandu finally turned around at this moment.

He was wearing a white monk's robe, and he had a cool and compassionate aura around him. His slender eyelashes drooped down, like a god sitting on a cloud, but sympathizing with the suffering of all living beings.

A little cinnabar red mark between the eyebrows landed on the cold white skin like ice and snow.

The thinned lips were the color of a sickly pallor.

Even though she has seen it many times, every time she sees this Master Xuandu, Huijing still can't help lowering her head and sighing in her heart,

It is indeed the only person called the reincarnation of the Buddha who has appeared since the Tanshan Temple was established.

Xuandu put the hand holding the rosary in his sleeve, and said softly to Tan Jing, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Tan Jing blushed and put the food box down, waved his hands and said: "What is the uncle talking about, don't bother me at all, I don't know how many people in the temple are rushing to deliver food to the uncle!"

After saying this, Tan Jing seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly lowered his head and whispered: "Then Shishu, I'll go back first."

Xuandu nodded.

After the little monk blushed and hurried out, Xuandu didn't go to get the food box, but turned his gaze out of the window again.

A cloud-like pink appeared in this simple and quiet small courtyard, which seemed a bit abrupt at first glance, but after a long time, it felt surprisingly harmonious.

This is a peach tree, and it is time to bloom.

In the monastery of monks, evergreen pines, cypresses, and bamboos are mostly planted, and peach blossoms are rarely found.

Xuandu also couldn't tell when the peach tree in his yard fell here and took root again.

It's just that the monks pay attention to the word fate. Since the peach tree has grown, there is no reason to pull it out at will.

Xuandu looked at the peach tree in front of him, which he was all too familiar with, but there was some doubt in his eyes.

Since yesterday, he felt that this peach tree seemed to have undergone some changes, but with his current eyesight and cultivation base, he couldn't see where the changes came from.

Xuandu had a feeling in his heart that the reason for the change should be related to himself.

......

Seeing that Xuandu finally stopped staring at the peach tree where he temporarily lived, Xi Hua was also relieved.

Even though he knew in his heart that Xuandu would not be able to find him, Xi Hua still felt a little pressured by him staring at him all the time.

If someone could see Xi Hua's appearance at this time, they would find that he was in a very bad state, and his face looked a little paler than the unhealed Xuandu.

The system quietly stayed by Xi Hua's side, and after a brief introduction to the world, it became a mascot seriously.

This is a world where monsters coexist.

The human race is weak, but ordinary people can live stably in this world where demons are rampant, all relying on the efforts of the monks to maintain it.

Xuandu is a Buddhist cultivator.

He grew up in Tanshan Temple since he was a child, and was adopted by the abbot at that time. He didn't know who his biological parents were.

Later, Xuandu grew up slowly, and his talent in cultivation was gradually revealed.

At the age of 12, he went down the mountain alone and captured a notorious wolf demon.

In the ten years since then, because of Xuandu's existence, Tanshan has a radius of nearly a hundred miles, and the ghosts and ghosts have disappeared.

Because of this, the incense in Tanshan Temple has become stronger than before.

Although those ordinary people don't know very well about the monsters, the strange things around them have obviously decreased, and these can be clearly felt and seen.

So when I saw the handsome monk who came out of Tanshan Temple again, the name of the holy monk slowly spread.

Sitting on the tree, Xi Hua saw through the open window that Xuandu sat cross-legged on the couch after eating his fast, closed his eyes and slowly twisted the prayer beads in his hand, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting What.

This way, he really looks like an eminent monk.

Xi Hua suddenly remembered that their emperor seemed to have some relationship with Xitian before.

The time is too long, and I don't know exactly what Xi Hua is, I only know that there has been such a thing.

It's still raining.There are no other sounds in the mountains, only a gust of mountain wind blowing occasionally, and the rain is thin and thin, as if covering the world with a thin layer of mist.

Xi Hua looked at Xuan Du's side face, but his thoughts wandered aimlessly.

Even after wading through the sea of ​​misery and coming here, Xi Hua still doesn't know exactly what kind of mood he came here with.

At the beginning, he agreed to help the emperor cross the lower realm to repay the kindness of enlightenment many years ago.

It's just that now, my state of mind is obviously much more complicated than before.

To be honest, Xi Hua never thought that he would be so deeply involved with the emperor's reincarnation.

With such strong and profound feelings, even though Xi Hua had recovered his memory of being a fairy, he still couldn't let go of it all at once.

But if it is the emperor, these past events can really only be regarded as passing clouds for him, right?

Through Xuandu's straight back, Xi Hua seemed to vaguely see the majestic figure who used to sit in the Zhongtian Palace.

Xi Hua thought to himself, perhaps only a little fairy like himself, who is not yet at home, would be troubled by this.

And an immortal of Dijun's level probably wouldn't have such troubles.

The sky gradually darkened.

The house was lit with dim candlelight, and the drizzle drifted into the house along the windows.

It is obviously a bit cooler at night than during the day.

Occasionally, there were a few dull coughing sounds in the room.

Xi Hua knew that Xuandu's body was only said to be closed-door training, but in fact, he met a powerful monster last time and was injured to his origin during a fight, so this has been delayed since winter until now, and it has been so late. It's too late.

Although the outside world says that Master Xuandu of Tanshan Temple is the reincarnation of the Buddha and the arrival of the holy monk.

But in the final analysis, Xuandu has profound algorism power, but he is still just a mortal.

Get hurt, get sick.

will become weak.

The monk in white robes did not know when he stood in front of the window again, looking at the peach blossom tree in the night rain.

The slender eyelashes cast a black shadow under Xuandu's eyelids.

The string of rosary beads that had been spinning was put away, and it was quietly winding around Xuandu's wrist at this moment.

For a moment, Xi Hua felt that the other party had discovered him.

He even felt that Xuandu seemed to meet his own gaze.

But soon Xi Hua denied his own idea.

Although he can't do too many things now, it's not enough to hide his tracks.

Although Xuandu is powerful, he is only as powerful among mortal monks.

So it is absolutely impossible for Xuandu to find himself.

As for why the other party always looks at the peach tree where I live...

Who knows?

Maybe Xuandu likes watching peach blossoms?

There were several clear and thick bells from the temple. The sound centered on Tanshan Temple and spread towards the entire Tanshan and its surroundings.

This is not an ordinary bell, but a Buddhist sound that can ward off evil spirits and exorcise evil spirits.

It is also telling the surrounding monsters that this area is protected and cannot be disturbed at will.

Xihua is considered to be the center of the temple, and logically speaking, the sound of the bell should be the strongest.

But the strange thing is that every time the bell is about to reach this small courtyard, it seems to suddenly weaken, and Xi Hua can't even feel it.

This is obviously because someone intervened.

If you think about the owner who lives here, you will know whose handwriting it is.

The night wind blew into the house, and the candlelight in the room began to shake, flickering, and Xuandu's shadow reflected on the wall also began to shake with the candlelight.

After a while, Xuandu turned around and walked back.

The candlelight in the room was blown out, and there was a slight rustling sound, Xuandu seemed to take off his coat, and went to bed to rest.

After a while, the surroundings became quiet again.

Xi Hua stared blankly at the unclosed window.

It's still raining now, so it doesn't matter if you don't turn it off during the day, why don't you turn it off when you sleep?

Moreover, the wind gradually picked up at night, and all the rain was blown into the house.

Xi Hua looked at the window, but still stretched out his hand and waved it lightly.

As if a pair of invisible hands were pushing, the window that was still open to the outside was quietly closed.

The raindrops that had not yet been blown into the house hit the window, making a slight sound.

At this time, the person who was lying on the bed, who should have been sound asleep, slowly closed his eyelashes until this time.