The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

In Dong'an Temple, the voices of people were silent.

Xu was that after Lingran returned from injury in the early morning of that day, the old monk Mingxi used the spiritual energy that protected his heart veins to heal Lingran. On the third day after Lingran woke up, the old monk Mingxi passed away.At that time, Lingran couldn't get up, and could only see the old monk leaning against the window, and smiled at him: "Little monk, I'm going to see the Buddha first!"

Lingran had tears in her eyes at that time, and choked up: "Why so fast! I can't ask for a pardon for you!"

"It doesn't matter, it's all outside the body."

Mingxi smiled with difficulty, his old face shaking off a layer of wrinkles. "After the old monk passed away, I'm afraid no one will come to this temple. If you have time in the future, you can take the bones of the old monk...for those disciples."

After Mingxi gasped for a long time, he finally explained the names of the lay monks who had been taught by him over the years.Those who have already returned to the vulgar will no longer care.But those who refused to return to vulgarity and were locked into the imperial prison with him back then, none of them survived, and even their bones were buried at nowhere.

"...I'm afraid someone will throw it away. If you have time, little friend, please ask for me."

"Okay!" Lingran lowered her eyes. "I must find them all and bury them in Dong'an Temple."

"Okay! The old monk and all the disciples accept your affection!"

Mingxi laughed, and slowly closed his eyelids, a warm smile still hung on the corner of his lips.

The wind outside the window is broken, and the sweet aroma of peach blossoms is faintly wafting.All the mountain monsters stood outside the window, looking in silently, but they didn't come in.

"What are you waiting for?" Lingran was furious, leaning on the bed with both hands and calling out the window: "Get a clean monk's robe and hot water as soon as possible! Do you want the old monk to lie here alone and feel uncomfortable walking? !"

Lao Song raised his head, hesitated to speak.

Ling Ran glared. "Light another stick of incense!" After a pause, he said with a choked voice: "I want a good stick of incense, and then recite a scripture for the old monk. He loves these!"

"...that god, what orders do you have?" Old Song told Liu Shujing to beat his arm, and finally he had no choice but to speak.

"Which god?" Lingran was stunned for a moment, and then realized that these elves were afraid of Qingliu Dalang, afraid that they wouldn't dare to come in, so they calmed down and said, "Don't worry about him!"

"But……"

A group of spirits and monsters were squeezed together, but they dared not speak out.

Lingran watched the old monk Mingxi swallow his last breath, then subconsciously glanced at the silent black snake on the ring finger of his left hand who was still in a coma, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "He dares to speak!"

This is cruel!The elves shuddered.In the end, they turned from under the window to the door one after another, and slipped in one by one through the cracks in the door.

That day, Lingran asked a few spirits to support him and sit on the edge of the window, panting, and ordered all the spirits to wash the old monk Mingxi's body, and then changed into a clean monk's robe.When he was burying the old monk, he struggled to get up and almost fell off the couch.

A thud.

With his head on the ground, a layer of green smoke suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.A pair of glowing white hands helped him up in the smoke, and he knelt down on one knee, the corners of his red clothes sweeping the blue brick floor.

Lingran didn't know why, she didn't cry when she saw the old monk sitting down, but now when she saw these hands and smelled the rich fragrance of agarwood on the man's body, she suddenly felt sad, and two tears fell from her eyes. "Da Lang..."

The first time he called his name, it was so soft.

Qingliu Dalang's hands trembled, and then he supported his body firmly, and said in a deep voice, "I'll carry you on my back!"

Seeing that Qingliu Dalang was forcibly grabbing a mouthful of aura to incarnate, all the spirits were startled and scattered like birds and beasts.After the sound of footsteps, only Qingliu Dalang and Lingran were left in the abode.

Qingliu Dalang supported the man with both hands, and then fell down, carrying him firmly behind his back.Lingran hung his hands down from Qingliu Dalang's body, lowered his eyes, and said in silence for a long time: "Dalang, I regret it."

"Why do you regret it?" Qingliu Dalang asked him.

"...Regret, I shouldn't have come to Dong'an Temple to place an order."

After Lingran finished speaking, after thinking about it, she felt that the logic was wrong, and added: "It's not right either! If I didn't come, how would I know that the old monk was wronged..."

"Yes!" Qingliu Dalang walked out slowly with his back on his back, and said in a deep voice: "After you came to Dong'an Temple, in order to clear up the old monk's grievances, you specially went to the Zhongfu to investigate the case. Let's catch the grieving ghost and kill him." What is the reason for having two accomplices?"

Qingliu Dalang didn't wait for him to understand, and said bluntly: "You are not for yourself. What you do is out of a kind of injustice. This injustice is justice in the world. It is fair. It is also you and me. Keep going."

Lingran lowered her eyes, and her voice was wet. "...but the old monk died."

"Everything that has life must have death." Qingliu Dalang said plainly. "If you don't meddle in this matter, he will die too. Will die in execution this autumn."

Ling Ran was startled in horror, thinking of the past, felt at a loss again.But he was really sad in his heart, it's just that... he couldn't reason with this person.

After the entanglement, I hate more and more!

He couldn't help but beat Qingliu Dalang's back with his hand. "Can't you comfort me?!"

Qingliu Dalang's footsteps staggered, and his limp punch almost knocked him to the ground.He chuckled twice, the corners of his lips turned up, and he couldn't put it down no matter what.There were no words of comfort, only a backhand pat on Ling's back.Because of his posture, this slap accidentally landed on Lingran's buttocks.

Shocked, he raised his eyebrows upside down. "Da Lang!"

"Hey! I'm here!" Qingliu Dalang's voice was a little fluttering, and the tune turned a few turns. "Baby..."

"Look at the road! You are going the wrong way!"

Aoyagi Tairo: ...

"Also, Comrade Dalang, you're on the right track!"

"left!"

"The left foot is not allowed to hit the right foot!"

"Do it again, I, I will beat you!"

That day, Lao Song and Lao Liu led a group of spirits and monsters to the Dong'an Temple, and they didn't dare to turn their heads.

When Qingliu Dalang finally arrived with Lingran on his back, a fire had already been set up in the open space behind the temple, and old monk Mingxi was lying on the fire in a white robe.Flames shot up from the bottom, raging instantly.

"You guys, what are you doing!" Lingran recovered from the fight with Qingliu Dalang, and instantly flew into a rage, his eyes wanting to choose someone to devour.

"Burn relics!"

Old Song hesitated for a moment, then turned around and explained to Lingran: "The old monk does not allow burials, not even coffins."

"When did he explain to you?" Lingran struggled to get down from Qingliu Dalang's back, shook off Qingliu Dalang's hand, and said angrily, "Why didn't I know?!"

"Baby," Qingliu Dalang was afraid that he would fall, so he supported him Xuxu, explaining: "You have been in a coma for three days. Help..."

Qingliu Dalang paused, and quickly changed his words. "On the second day after you fell into a coma, the old monk knew that time was running out, and he had already told them all."

"Yes!" Lao Song said with a bitter face and drooping eyebrows, "Little monk, this is really what the old monk meant."

Lingran opened his mouth a few times, but couldn't speak, and could only watch the flames engulf the old monk Mingxi.The white clothes are particularly dazzling in the firelight, like a flower blooming in the world, pure white and untainted.

Ling Ran was startled.Looking up again, Lao Song and all the spirits have changed into white monk robes at some point, and they are holding a chime.Each of them lowered their brows and eyes, and sang the rebirth mantra around the old monk Mingxi's body.

The setting sun passed under the eaves and reflected on a group of mountain spirits and wood monsters in white clothes.The sound of chanting is buzzing, and it still vaguely still looks like the incense was very prosperous in Dong'an Temple back then.Lingran raised her eyes and looked around, feeling sad for no reason, her eyes were red again.

"Baby," Qingliu Dalang seemed to know what he was thinking, supported his staggering body, and said again: "I will obey the old monk's last wish!"

Lingran can't say good or bad.He could only stand there, unable to do anything.

On that day, they buried Mingxi next to the stupa behind the temple.In the evening, the sky was getting dark, and suddenly there was a drizzle.

Because Qingliu Dalang was too weak, he managed to maintain his human form for a while, before the spirits took out the relics, he turned into a small snake the size of chopsticks coiled between Lingran's fingers.Before disappearing, he gave Lingran careful instructions, telling him to take his medicine on time and not to do anything with others for half a month.

Lingran turned around, not wanting to talk to him.

When he turned his head again, Qingliu Dalang had disappeared.There was a slight tingling in the fingertips.Black Snake kissed him, then put his head against his fingertips, and rubbed it gently.

Inside the bones of old monk Mingxi, there are three colored relics.Ask Lao Song to hold it, and put it in the stupa upright.Lingran lowered her eyes, leaning alone beside the stupa in silence, her white clothes were completely wet.

The spirits were afraid that he would feel sad, so they stayed with Lao Song to persuade him.Old Song turned around and saw Lingran's appearance, he sighed, and said, "Young monk, your body is not complete yet, if you get sick again, wouldn't it be a disappointment to the old monk's painstaking efforts?"

"It's okay."

Lingran's lips are the same color as rain, almost transparent.With a pair of black and white eyes, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Lao Song had no choice but to look at the black snake in Lingran's finger for help.The black snake raised its head, its eyes the size of sesame seeds moved, and hissed.

Lingran's eyes were empty and distant, and when he heard the snake's voice, he only stroked the black snake slowly.Then I didn't know where to think, and suddenly smiled at Lao Song, saying: "In this life, people are just ants."

"But it's always good to get a human body," Lao Song hurriedly persuaded him, "Look at me, after practicing for a hundred years, you have just opened up your spiritual wisdom. After 300 years of obtaining a human form, you can only officially enter the cultivation of immortals after surviving 500 years of thunder and calamity." One journey. Such misery! It’s not like you, it’s a great blessing to be born as a human being!”

Lingran lowered her eyes and smiled quietly. "Yes, what a blessing!"

One person and one demon were relatively silent in the rain for a while.After all, Lao Song couldn't persuade him, so he took a coir raincoat from the temple to put on Lingran's body, and took a bamboo hat to cover his bare head.

Lingran turned her head back and said with a faint smile, "Trouble!...I want to be alone for a while."

Lao Song backed away silently.

The sky gradually turned dark, Lingran said to himself in the rain: "Dalang, what do you think people want in this life?"

The black snake between the fingers struggled to move, but still failed to open those sesame seed-sized eyes.His breath became weaker and weaker, and he fell into a coma almost immediately.

Lingran waited for a while, and when Dalang didn't answer, she laughed again.He looked up at the tumbling sky, the black sky, and the drizzle.

When he was in Mietian Realm before, he was in the sword pavilion with white clouds winding past his feet. He had never seen such a desolate wilderness scene.

He thought about Jiange again.

"Is Xiao Qiniang not coming back?"

Lingran had seen enough excitement in front of Wei Wang's mansion, and went back to the mansion leisurely.As soon as he entered Dong'an Temple, he saw Lao Song Lao Liu and several spirits sitting at the stone table waiting for him.The yard was cleaned up very clean, but there were a few small bundles on the table.

"Why, even you are leaving?" Lingran caught a glimpse and stopped in an instant.

"Little monk, you are about to be named the Great Master of the Tang Dynasty. I will not be able to enter the palace when the time comes. Besides, the old monk is gone. This temple is getting more and more desolate. Move around and look for opportunities elsewhere."

Lingran lowered her eyes, and said after a long while: "It's considered an acquaintance. You have helped me a lot, but the little monk has never helped you. You just left. Do you want me to owe this favor for a lifetime? "

"Meeting is fate, there is no debt!" Lao Song sighed.

The willow spirit bared her teeth, pointed at the clean Dong'an Temple with her slender fingers, and said to Lingran in a shrill tone: "Little monk, if you really want to, can you give me a lecture? "

"...How to explain the Fa?" Ling Ran laughed. "Little monk, I haven't actually read any books. I'm afraid I don't know as much as you do."

"It's okay!"

Seeing that Lingran's tone was loose, all the spirits hurriedly said: "Little monk, you are a human being, and you have more knowledge than us. What you comprehend must be scenery that we have never seen before! Why don't you give us a lecture? Maybe in In this debate, we will be able to break through the bottleneck."

Lingran hesitated for a while, then looked at the black snake between his fingers.The black snake hissed almost inaudibly, and the tip of its tail twitched, as if it was full of interest.

Lingran turned her back and hissed a few times in snake language.

[Dalang, I must not! 】

【No problem!They don't understand anyway! 】

【...It's always bad to lie to people! 】

[How can it be called cheating?If you bring out the Lingfu sect and just say a few words, it will be enough for them to live in this small world for a lifetime! 】【...Master said so much, I can't remember a few words. 】【That guy Ling Fu is just chattering!It doesn't matter, you remember as much as you said, anyway, they are illiterate and have never heard of it. 】Spiritually turned around, facing a group of mountain spirits and wood monsters, looking around at this group of strange pseudo-human figures, finally made up his mind, and said generously: "Okay, as long as you don't think I have nothing in my stomach, what do you want to hear? Let's say what!"

"it is good!"

All the spirits were overjoyed, and said one after another: "Since this is the case, I will wait for three days before leaving. Speaking of the three-day sutra, little monk, do you think it's hard work?"

"I don't dislike it." Lingran smiled and narrowed her eyes. "I'm just afraid that my mouth will be dry, can I wait for the little monk to go to the city to buy some tea before coming back?"

"There is no need for human food! We still have some mountain rituals to honor the little mage!"

As soon as Lingran agreed, these elves also directly called him from "little monk" to "mage", and they rushed to take out their treasures for many years.

Ah!

There are more than a dozen types of wine alone.Peach Blossom Brew, Plum Wine, Monkey Drunk, Passion Fruit Fragrance, and so on.The spiritual grass that gathered the immortal energy was also taken out, and the stone table was filled with piles in a short while.

"If it wasn't for today's debate, I wouldn't know that you are so rich!" Ling Ran gritted her teeth.

All the spirits looked at him and all laughed.

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Old monk Mingxi sat down while Lingran was seriously injured.Three days after Lingran was seriously injured, Mingxi sat down, half a month later, Lingran recovered from his injury and entered the palace, and half a month later, Wei Wang Li Tai got married.