Burning fire

The plane seat was narrower than expected. Zhang Jueming and Zhou Qizun were two big men with broad shoulders. Just sitting still, their shoulders were already touching each other.

This is closer to Zhou Qizun than when he was hiding from the rain in the doorway.Every breath of Zhou Qizun was clearly transmitted to Zhang Jueming's ears, and unconsciously, Zhang Jueming's breathing also adjusted accordingly, becoming the same as Zhou Qizun's.

As long as this person is around, Zhang Jueming will become a vassal.He will always regard Zhou Qizun as a support, follow him involuntarily, face him, and believe in him.

Faith is a fire, used to shine, to hope.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to China Southern Airlines flight CZ6768 from Changchun to Changsha..."

"The plane will take off soon... Please sit in your seat and fasten your seat belt..."

After the broadcast was over, the plane gradually picked up speed on the runway and rushed towards the sky.

Zhou Qizun felt a little tingling in his ears due to the stimulation of the air pressure difference.He swallowed and rubbed his ears again.

"Are you uncomfortable? You can open your mouth and take a deep breath." Zhang Jueming said beside him.

Zhou Qizun has been leaning on the backrest and closing his eyes to rest since he got on the plane, and he hasn't opened his eyes yet.He waved his hand: "It's okay."

"then you......"

"Have you seen enough?" Zhou Qizun interrupted Zhang Jueming, suddenly tilted his head and opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Jueming immediately turned his head: "... What are you looking at?"

Zhou Qizun: "You've been staring at me since you got on the plane, what's the matter, last time it was the shoulder, this time my face was also lowered?"

"..." Zhang Jueming's back stiffened, "I'm not..."

"Tsk." Zhou Qizun said dissatisfied, "I'm talking to you, turn me around now."

Zhang Jueming paused, and had no choice but to turn around. ——Zhou Qizun's eye sockets were slightly red, and the fundus of his eyes was covered with bloodshot eyes, perhaps because he had closed his eyes for a while, but those eyes looked extraordinarily tired, and it was especially difficult to look directly at them.

"You should sleep for a while." Zhang Jueming blurted out.

Zhou Qizun rubbed his eyelids twice with his fingertips: "It takes three and a half hours to fly, so I should take a nap."

After Zhou Qizun rubbed his eyes, he put one hand into his pocket, just in time to touch the blood jade finger in his pocket.

He hooked the wrench on the knuckle of his index finger, moved it in his pocket, and twirled it with his thumb.

"You look tired." Zhang Jueming said again, "Go to sleep, I'll help you check the time and call you before getting off the plane."

Zhou Qizun closed his eyes again, and smiled briefly with the corners of his mouth hooked: "No need. I can't sleep for three and a half hours anyway."

The plane continued to rise, and when it encountered a violent turbulence in the airflow, Zhou Qizun's head was knocked down, and he moved closer to Zhang Jueming.

A distant light fragrance immediately penetrated into Zhou Qizun's nose.Zhou Qizun took a deep breath subconsciously, and his mind went blank for a moment.He suddenly became confused, and even his hands and feet became weak.

"Hmm..." Zhou Qizun wanted to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't move his eyelids.

This feeling is not that the shoulders are pressed by dirty things, it is not the uncoordinated and uncomfortable feeling, but it is very relaxing.It was more like a strange sense of security, as if all the guards were broken with a punch, and then the plug was pulled out, and warm water overflowed, slowly soaking the body.Fatigue swelled wildly, fermented continuously, devoured reason, and forced people to pass out.

The night before last year, when they met Jiuying on the top of the mountain, Zhou Qizun was hugged tightly by Zhang Jueming at a critical moment. If he hadn't bitten the tip of his tongue to refresh himself, he would have been appointed The ecstasy incense was smoked over.

"Zhang Jueming."

"Huh?" Hearing that Zhou Qizun's voice was not quite right, Zhang Jueming looked carefully at Zhou Qizun's face again.

Zhou Qizun frowned, and his words became weaker and weaker: "What is it on you... that smells so good?"

"Fragrant?" Zhang Jueming froze in his seat.

Could it be the spiritual fragrance of the mountain ghost?

Mountain ghosts were born in the wild mountains, they are natural mountain spirits, and they do have a special fragrance on their bodies.As the head of the mountain spirit, this fragrance can attract thousands of ghosts and monsters, but it has never been heard that it can also affect ordinary people.

Ordinary people can't even smell it at all.For example, Zhang Jueming's father had married his mother for many years and shared the same bed, but he had never smelled this spiritual energy.

Zhou Qizun could actually smell it?

"Hmm..." Zhou Qizun let out a sigh, then shook his head slightly, and remained still.

"Zhou Qizun?" Zhang Jueming tentatively called him, but Zhou Qizun still didn't respond.

Zhang Jueming hesitated for a moment, and put his palm on Zhou Qizun's forehead.The spirit of the sky is safe, the man is just asleep.And still sound asleep.

Although the spiritual fragrance of the mountain ghost is difficult for ordinary people to smell, the aura is in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and people live in the sky and the earth, so it is harmless anyway.

Now that Zhou Qizun is sleeping comfortably again, there must be nothing serious.Zhang Jueming was relieved, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly.

Seen from a high altitude, the clouds are thick and soft, the pure white is so beautiful that it makes one's heart palpitate, and the warm orange sunlight pierces them repeatedly, like a warm lightsaber, piercing cotton, piercing white snow, breaking free from the emptiness and weakness of the world Everything will be invincible in the end, through billions of ways, to come to the earth.

The plane encountered air currents again, shaking and turbulent. Zhou Qizun didn't know it in his sleep. He didn't show any signs of waking up, but the back of his head was against the backrest, and he was bumped to the other side.

Zhang Jueming quickly stretched out his hand and supported Zhou Qizun's head.

At this moment, lying on the palm of Zhang Jueming was the person who taught him to wishful thinking.The person's profile was pressed against his palm, and the slightly warm body temperature made him afraid to breathe.

Zhang Jueming froze.

"He is very tired, and he is fast asleep now." Zhang Jueming silently said three times in his heart.

After the turbulence passed and the plane was flying smoothly, Zhang Jueming finally braved up and broke Zhou Qizun's head, letting someone lean on his shoulder.

Zhou Qizun, a badass, was also a fool. As soon as his head touched Zhang Jueming's shoulder, he rubbed his scalp against Zhang Jueming's shoulder.He must have found the most comfortable position, so he just leaned on it and continued to sleep.

It's hard for Zhang Jueming, a useless and useless wretch, to be knocked out of his wits by this blow.He was dazed for a long while, even tensed up to the point where his fingers twitched.

The fingertips twitched a few times, and Zhang Jueming regained his senses with a heart-rending numbness.He turned his head slowly, from his angle, he could just see the hair on top of Zhou Qizun's head.

The pitch-black whirlpool was like a black vortex hiding a hurricane. The more Zhang Jueming looked at it, the more dizzy he became. He didn't know whether he was distracted or flustered. He had an illusion—he was about to jump into the vortex and be caught The hurricane tore the body apart.

There was movement ahead, Zhang Jueming raised his eyes and saw a stewardess pushing the cart and pouring water for the passengers.

When they came to their row, the stewardess was stunned when she saw Zhou Qizun falling asleep leaning on Zhang Jueming's shoulder.But they are well-informed in this line of work, and it's not uncommon for people to have never seen any tricks.

The stewardess laughed politely again in less than two seconds, and she asked Zhang Jueming in a low voice, "Hi sir, what would you like to drink?"

Zhang Jueming's Adam's apple moved involuntarily, as if a big shower was on top of his head, spraying hot water on him from head to toe.

He was indeed ashamed, more guilty of guilt, but he would not let Zhou Qizun push him away.Zhou Qizun finally fell asleep, and... Zhang Jueming said in his heart: "This kind of opportunity will never come again in this life."

Just let him have the cheek to steal a little longer.Anyway... Zhou Qizun didn't know anyway.

Zhang Jueming smiled at the stewardess, stretched out his index finger, said "shh" to his lips, and said in a low voice, "I won't drink, but I need to trouble you to fetch a blanket."

This smile is careful and beautiful, and the taste is like recklessly knocking over a jar of water, then stealthily filling it with one hand, pouring it on the frozen soil, and feeding a thin rose stalk.

The flight attendant was taken aback, she must have been taken aback by Zhang Jueming's smile. ——A clean and good-looking young man, blushing, smiling so embarrassedly... Anyone who looks at it will have half of the blood tank cut off.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The stewardess nodded quickly, trying to maintain a polite and professional work image, pursed the corners of her mouth, and hurriedly pushed the car forward.

Zhang Jueming's hand hanging by his side secretly clenched his fist, the palm was a little wet.

The blanket was delivered in a short while, and the stewardess gently covered Zhou Qizun with it, and then walked away.

Zhang Jueming pulled down the visor, the light immediately weakened, and Zhou Qizun's face darkened.Zhang Jueming leaned on the back of the chair, holding a corner of the blanket with one hand.

He greedily thought: "It would be great if this plane didn't land."

Nothing to do with the dunya, no sense of good and evil, no traps, hatred and lies.They are in this most inconspicuous corner, blocked by the visor and covered by plush blankets, silent and peaceful all the time.

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"Boom, boom, boom..."

It is the bell of the temple.

Zhou Qizun was standing in the courtyard of the temple.There is a square area under your feet, surrounded by short walls, and you can see the whole picture with just a single eye. - small, empty, and run down.

The sky was getting dark, and a first-quarter moon was high in the sky. Zhou Qizun looked around and saw that the monk ringing the bell was at the southern corner.

The monk's head was bald and shiny, with a layer of floating white under the moonlight.He was wrapped in an old monk's robe, with his legs spread apart, and he was squatting halfway, beating the clock rhythmically.

Zhou Qizun saw that the monk's lower body was extremely stable, and his legs were strong and strong, standing on the ground like two pillars.The sound of the bell hitting became louder and louder, but the monk's body didn't even shake.

Zhou Qizun walked over, stood behind the monk and asked, "Master, where is this?"

He didn't know this place, how could he be here?

The monk ignored Zhou Qizun, and even took a look at Zhou Qizun, thinking that Zhou Qizun was nothing.

"Master..." Zhou Qizun took another step forward, wanting to speak louder.

At this time, the monk struck the clock again, and the "boom" sounded so loud that Zhou Qizun felt his ears buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything for a moment.

He opened his mouth, and found that his throat could not make a sound, and the thumping bells were beating in his mind, like dense drumbeats, getting heavier and more urgent...

Zhou Qizun was dizzy from the noise, he staggered back a few steps, had to close his eyes and cover his ears.

Feeling dizzy for a while, when Zhou Qizun opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him completely changed.Zhou Qizun looked around and was surprised to find that he had somehow entered the temple.

The inside is even more dilapidated, and it is an old antique of unknown age. It is about ten square meters square, and there is almost nothing around it, except for a kneeling mat on the ground, facing the wall, and a wooden fish in front of the mat.

Is it the wooden fish that struck the bell monk?Face the wall while knocking on the wooden fish?

Behind him was a small round table with no stools, and only a dim oil lamp was lit on the table.Looking up, there was a statue of a god in the corner directly in front of him.

"Master, are you there?" Zhou Qizun asked loudly, but no one responded.

He hesitated for a moment, picked up the oil lamp, and walked towards the statue.

Hidden in the darkness, the statue rose from the ground, at least five or six meters high. It was solid and upright, standing like a hill.Zhou Qizun noticed that this statue was actually made of gold. The golden body is thick and the workmanship is extremely exquisite. If there is light shining on it, it will surely shine brightly.

Zhou Qizun's eyes widened, but he couldn't tell what kind of Buddha was in front of him, it wasn't Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, it wasn't Tathagata Buddha, he had never seen this god Buddha before.In other words, it doesn't look like a god or Buddha at all... He doesn't remember any gods and Buddhas who looked like this, with a straight strip...

Zhou Qizun got closer, raised his head, looked carefully with the oil lamp in his hand, and boldly reached out to touch it...

——This statue is from bottom to top, the surface is uneven, and the whole body is carved with dense golden scales... It is a golden dragon!

The golden dragon's tail is bunched up, its body is upright, and it holds up a huge five-fingered golden claw. Although it can't be seen clearly in the dark, judging from the outline, the high head is full of sky, and the bridge of the nose is straight... ...that was clearly a human face!

Zhou Qizun was so shocked that he almost held his breath—this is a golden dragon with a human face!

He held his head up for too long, his neck was stiff, and his head became dizzy. Zhou Qizun shook his head, and took a few steps back. This time, his back bumped into someone.

"Who?" Zhou Qizun turned his head abruptly.He thought it was the monk who struck the bell earlier, but unexpectedly saw a gray-haired old man.

This old man is so familiar, he must have seen it somewhere.

"Old man, who are you?" Zhou Qizun asked.

The old man smiled at him with a benevolent smile.Zhou Qizun saw that the old man was holding something in both hands, and handed it to him.

Zhou Qizun looked down—isn't that the blood jade ring handed down from his old Zhou family's ancestors?

Zhou Qizun immediately woke up - it was him!I had dreamed about it before, and it was this old man who was holding the blood jade wrench!

Then he must be in a dream now?

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my dream? Why is the wrench at your place again?" Zhou Qizun was in a hurry, and wanted to grab the old man's hand, but it was in vain.

He spread out his palm, but he was holding his own blood jade wrench in his palm.Why is the wrench in his hand again?

Looking up again, the old man in front of him suddenly disappeared like a puff of fog.At the same time, the oil lamp in Zhou Qizun's hand went out, and the darkness completely sealed him off.

"... people?"

Suddenly, a dazzling white light flashed quickly, Zhou Qizun's eyes hurt, and he lost consciousness for an instant.

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Waking up and opening his eyes, Zhou Qizun saw a dim ceiling.No, not the ceiling.He is on the plane.

Zhou Qizun blinked, but the eye sockets were still astringent, as if the pain from being stimulated by the strong light had not completely faded away.In the ear is the rumble of the plane flying.

He is indeed on the plane, he is going to Changsha, and now he is with Zhang Jueming.

"What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"

Zhang Jueming's voice came into his ears.

Zhou Qizun looked sideways, there was no light in the cabin, and it was completely dark outside.

Zhou Qizun squinted his eyes. Even though they were very close, Zhou Qizun's eyes hadn't slowed down yet, and he couldn't see Zhang Jueming's face clearly.

"Zhou Qizun? Are you alright?" Zhang Jueming asked again, his tone...a little worried?

"No." Zhou Qizun said, his voice slightly hoarse, "It's okay."

He coughed twice, moved his fingers, and found that one hand was still in his pocket, and the index finger was hooked with a blood jade wrench.

Zhou Qizun was taken aback for a moment—the blood jade finger was slightly warming, and he felt it carefully in his pocket again... Indeed, it was a little higher than his body temperature.

What is this strange thing?It was the same last time, I dreamed of pulling my fingers strangely, dreaming of the white-haired old man, and when I woke up, I would feel hot when I pulled my fingers...

"Do you want some water?" Zhang Jueming asked again.

"Don't drink." Zhou Qizun swallowed, his throat hurt, "What time is it?"

Zhou Qizun said, frowning, and took it out of his pocket.

"It's past eight o'clock, and we're about to get off the plane." Zhang Jueming said.