High Ridge Flower Rescue Project

The days on Tanshan are slow and long, like the incense burning in the Tanshan Temple, just living in such a leisurely and unhurried manner.

Xi Hua wakes up to the morning bell in the temple every morning.

The monks never have the habit of sleeping late, no matter it is windy or rainy, the time of morning class has never changed every day.

As the weather gradually warmed up, Xuandu's injury seemed to heal a lot. He no longer stayed in the house all day long, and occasionally started to come out for a walk.

Although that handsome and compassionate face was still a little pale, it was a little more bloody than before.

The little monk Huijing who came to deliver meals to Xuandu every day saw Xuandu standing in the courtyard, with a tall and thin figure standing under the peach blossom tree. At this moment, the ordinary peach blossom tree seemed to have grown a little bit more. Divided Zen.

"Uncle Master seems to be in a good mood today."

Hearing this, Xuandu just smiled slightly, this time he didn't say the word trouble, but said to Huijing: "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to come to deliver food to me anymore."

Huijing was startled at first, thinking that she did not do well enough to offend her uncle, but immediately realized that this was not the reason for this, so she asked with a little surprise: "Has the uncle's body recovered yet? "

Xuandu nodded, "It's basically fine."

A big smile appeared on Huijing's face sincerely, "This is really great! Uncle Xuandu, it's not that I don't know, these days because you are recuperating and don't receive outsiders, the disciples in our front yard are almost I have to explain it to people every day, and there are still many people who are dissatisfied..."

Xi Hua leaned on the branch, listening to the little Huijing monk chattering below as if he had opened up a chatterbox, thinking, I didn't realize it before, so the little monk is still a chatterbox.

It's just that it keeps saying that someone wants to see Xuandu, what's the matter?

You are a monastery and not some other place, do you still rely on Xuandu to sell your appearance to maintain the incense?

A wind blew over, blowing off a few of the peach petals sporadically.

The little monk Huijing seemed to have noticed the difference in this peach tree at this time, and couldn't help but said: "Master, the peach blossoms should all have faded by now, but the one in your courtyard is still blooming just right."

Xi Hua glanced at the little monk, he is staying in the tree every day now, and the overflowing spiritual power from daily practice alone is enough to nourish the peach blossoms in this tree.

It's just that this doesn't seem to fit the identity of an 'ordinary' peach tree. What should a normal peach tree do at this time?

Withered the flowers, then started to grow leaves, and then bear fruit?

Xi Hua couldn't help shaking.

This peach tree is almost a 'shell' that I can use in this life. It's fine if it blooms, but it's better to avoid the result.

On the other hand, Xuandu didn't seem to be surprised after hearing Huijing's words, but instead had a calm expression on his face, and said indifferently: "Really?"

Huijing scratched his bald head, and when Master Xuandu asked him such a question, he inexplicably felt that he had made too much fuss.

After all, it was the peach blossoms that bloomed in Master Xuandu's yard, so it was not comparable to ordinary peach blossoms elsewhere.

Huijing accepted this very happily, and the thought transition in the middle was very fast and smooth, without any stumbling.

At first, I wondered if it was Xi Hua who secretly thanked all the flowers tonight: "..."

This little Huijing monk has no idea!

After the Huijing little monk left, Xuandu also went into the house to eat with the food box.

Xi Hua clapped his hands and jumped down from the tree.

After a month of cultivation, Xi Hua finally didn't have to stay on that tree, but could walk around a bit.

Relying on the fact that no one else could find him, Xi Hua followed Xuan Du into the room openly and aboveboard.

He had only seen a little bit of the furnishings through the window before, but this was the first time he had seen the whole picture in such a complete way.

Xuandu's house has almost no extra decorations, only a bed, a table, and a futon for meditation.

The cold list is so toneless that it doesn't look like an inhabited room.

After Xuandu entered the room, he put the food box on the table, and brought out the food one by one.

The food in the temple is naturally not at all meaty.

Several dishes are filled with mushrooms and fresh bamboo shoots, which look pretty good.

Xuandu didn't seem to feel at all that someone was sitting opposite him watching him eat, as before, he put his palms together and recited the scriptures before starting to move his chopsticks.

Xi Hua looked bored, he didn't need to eat now, and he didn't even have any interest in trying Xuan Du's light vegetarian food.

There was really nothing to see in Xuandu's room, Xi Hua went back to sit opposite Xuandu after walking around.

Xuandu's eating movements are also very elegant, or in other words, with his face there, even when he is holding chopsticks, there is a feeling of downcast eyes.

Xi Hua thought, Xuandu still doesn't look like a real monk after all.He is not at all majestic, but cold and distant like the moon hanging in the sky.

On the contrary, there is a bit of the feeling of a former emperor in it.

At this time, the door of the small courtyard was knocked again.

It's quite lively today.

Xi Hua glanced at Xuandu, and stopped when he was about to go back to sleep in his tree, and was going to stay here to see the situation.

The one who came back to find Xuandu was not a disciple from the temple, but a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper.

"Master Xuandu, my young lady has been lingering in bed for the past month, unable to sleep at night, and has sought countless famous doctors but has not been cured. The master at home is so anxious that he has no choice but to ask the villain to invite Master Xuandu to have a look. Look, but did you provoke any evil spirits?"

The middle-aged man spoke sincerely, and even wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve from time to time, looking very anxious.

Xuandu held a Buddhist bead in his hand and said a Buddha's name.

He recognized the housekeeper. The main family name was Wang, a well-known wealthy family in Xianju City near Tanshan. He had donated a large amount of incense money to the temple before, just to invite himself to do a ritual.

Demons are rampant in this world, and even they can only keep the peace of this piece of Tanshan. It is not known whether this young lady of the Wang family has provoked evil things, but if what the housekeeper said is true , then the possibility is very high.

Xuandu clapped his hands together in response.

Xi Hua stood behind Xuandu, and in his eyes at this moment, countless rays of destiny seemed to extend from Xuandu's body, and one of them became brighter instantly as Xuandu responded to the matter.

When Xi Hua closed his eyes, everything in front of him returned to normal.

Xi Hua actually didn't quite understand why Xuandu agreed to this person, after all, Xianju City was no longer within the scope of Tanshan.Moreover, Xuandu's injury is only a little better, but it is still far from fully recovering to its heyday.

It is undoubtedly a very risky thing to intervene in an unknown event that I don't understand at all in this state.

Xi Hua couldn't help sighing when he saw Xuandu simply packed up a bag and was about to leave with the other party.

In his current state, it would be a bit reluctant to leave the peach tree he was attached to for a long time, but Xuandu's appearance obviously means that he will leave for a long time and will not come back.

Xi Hua frowned subconsciously, and then followed behind Xuandu.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly glanced at the string of Buddhist beads wrapped around Xuandu's wrist injury, and Xi Hua tried to touch it with his hands—it was ok!

Alright, now we can go out with Xuandu.

Xi Hua turned into a ray of light and attached to the string of beads, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

At this time, Xuandu looked down at the Buddhist beads on his wrist, the mantra he had engraved on the Buddhist beads just now seemed to have moved.

Xuandu didn't have time to think deeply, because the steward of the Wang family kept pulling him to talk, besides chatting with Xuandu about the affairs of the Wang family, there were all kinds of meaningless flattery.

Even with Xuandu's calm mind, he couldn't help but feel that this person is really noisy.

They took a carriage, and it took at least three days to travel from Tanshan Temple to Xianju City. No matter how fast they rushed, they would definitely not be able to arrive today.

What's more, at this time, if you drive at night, you will undoubtedly die.

Even if they have the master Xuandu in their car, no one dares to take this risk.

So when it was about to get dark, they stopped in a small town.

A group of people came to the inn, and after a simple meal, everyone hurried back to the room to sleep.

At this time, it is not too far from Hoshan, so it is generally peaceful.

But even so, the innkeeper still told them as usual, don't go out of the inn at night, it is best to stay in your room and not come out.

These are already common sense for everyone to go out, so everyone has no objection.

As the invited 'high monk', Xuandu naturally got the treatment of one person per room.

Xuandu couldn't rest for a whole day, and now he finally had some free time for himself.

Before resting, Xuandu took off the string of prayer beads he had at night, and prepared to recite scriptures as usual.

It's just that when the Buddhist beads were obtained, the suspicion that had flashed in my heart before resurfaced again.

He clenched the Buddha beads tightly, lowered his eyebrows and carefully checked the mantra he had engraved before, but found nothing unusual, it was still the same as before.

Maybe it's because I'm dazzled.

Xuandu closed his eyes after thinking this way, and the Buddhist beads in his hand began to slowly twirl.

Xi Hua was awakened in a daze in his sleep.

He was a little dazed at first, flustered by the sudden strange sensation on his body.

But soon Xi Hua understood why.

The string of beads he lives in now belongs to his owner!

This is Xuandu's thing, and it is no longer an ordinary artifact, but similar to a magic weapon that has established some contractual connections.

Just as Xi Hua was thinking for a while, with Xuandu's fingers twisting, Xi Hua also felt as if his body was being touched from the beginning to the end.

This strange and familiar pleasure mixed with a sense of shame directly made Xi Hua's scalp tingle, and he almost stumbled away from the string of beads.

At this time, Xi Hua's skin seemed to be light pink because of shame, his earlobes were bleeding red, and the corners of his eyes were bright red, as if he had been severely bullied by someone.

Xi Hua, who was also lucky, knew that outsiders couldn't see his appearance at this time, otherwise he really wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in on the spot.

But even so, Xi Hua couldn't help but gritted his teeth when he looked unaware of this and was still twirling the Xuandu of the Buddha beads unhurriedly.