Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi led the three of them, and walked deeper into the grass and trees in the fan chant of the "Hua Yan Alphabet".

All the disciples who came face to face with Ruyi retreated to the side of the path, only dared to point their bare heads at him, and kept silent: "Hello, little uncle."

Ruyi replied calmly: "Yes."

After saying "hmm" more than a dozen times, Ruyi made a sudden move, and without warning, grabbed the gray round collar of a disciple who bowed his head and said hello, without saying a word, directly turned him upside down, and fell from his arms. He poured out a thin cloth bag, and grabbed it with his free hand.

The little monk, who was turned upside down in the air, landed limply on his feet, knowing something was wrong, and with a mournful face, he sat down on the ground with a thud.

For example, opening the cloth bag with a flick, flipping through two pages against the wind, and finding that it was an idle book with not too much content, he closed the book gently.

"...The regulations of Hanshan Temple prohibit entrainment."

For example, the same person has always been indifferent when speaking, and his tone when he is angry is not much different from his usual tone, so no one knows whether he will draw his sword to cut people at the next moment, or just preach a few words.

Later, he issued the punishment: "Go to the Disciplinary Academy to receive the punishment."

The little monk, with tears in his eyes and cold sweat on his brow, accused Xiang Ru of two crimes again and again, without even saying a whole sentence, and ran away like a rabbit.

Soon, new rumors spread: "...Yan Luo is not in a bad mood today, and the punishment for violating the rules is only sent to the Discipline Academy."

If Ruyi didn't know where he was going, it was like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples.

He has never been very concerned about his own style, so he only led the three of them, walking all the way through the forest and leaves to his residence.

He bowed his head and quietly arranged and planned the next affairs: after his adoptive father and Feng Rugu settled down, he first went to find the abbot alone, reported the progress of the investigation of the disciple's murder in Ming Temple, and then explained that his adoptive father and Feng Rugu were investigating Tang Dynasty. Passing by for killing someone with a knife, they came here to rest for a few days and taste vegetarian food for a few days. There is no need to mention the real purpose of their trip, lest there really be people in the temple doing those nasty things secretly, hitting grass and scaring the snakes .

As for the matter of re-shaving, it also needs to be done.

When Ruyi was planning his own thoughts, Feng Ruyuan was also full of sorrow.

... After they entered the monastery, they walked for a quarter of an hour, but they still hadn't arrived at Ruyi's monk's room.

Feng Rugu leaned forward: "Master, how long do we have to go?"

Ruyi decisively exposes his thoughts: "I won't carry you on my back."

Feng Ruyuan grabbed his belt from behind.

Ruyi stopped in her tracks, frowned and looked back, looking at his hand.

He found that this person was really made of enamel, and even his fingertips were bloodless.

He decided not to condone Feng Ruyu's situation: "Let go."

Feng Ruyuan was very thick-skinned, he didn't regard himself as an elder at all, and swayed like a baby.

Ruyi refused again: "Don't even think about it."

Chang Boning beside him felt a little distressed: "Are you still tired?"

Feng Ruyi resolutely let go of Ruyi's belt, and was about to give up his son and seek refuge with Chang Boning, when he heard Ruyi call him with a cold face from behind, his tone became a little anxious all the way: "...come back."

……

Half a quarter later, another disciple who was going to get the lamp oil for the ever-burning lamp bumped into Ruyi.

He stared dumbfounded at Ruyi carrying a person on his back, with one hand behind his back, supporting his waist, and slowly coming from the other end of the pine path.

His movements are very cautious, as if he is carrying a fragile vase.

The little monk kindly went forward: "Uncle Ruyi, do you need my help?"

Ru didn't even stop, walked past him quickly, and said concisely: "No, he's sick."

Feng Rugu obediently lay on him and pretended to be dead. When he was far away, he put his face on his back and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with me?"

"But you have been wronged?" Ruyi hugged him tightly while complaining, "There is really no cure for laziness."

Feng Rugu repeatedly warned himself to control his emotions and not to act recklessly, but he pressed against his back and still couldn't help teasing him: "How do you know if you're dead?"

Ruyi: "That's a long-term thing, and it can't be changed for a while..."

The two people who both realized that they were out of line fell silent at the same time.

Fortunately, the same monk's room is already in front of us.

Ruyi stood still amidst the pine breeze: "...here we are."

Even Chang Boning felt that this place was too remote.

Ruyi almost lived on the edge of Hanshan Temple, only a lonely monk's house with gray bricks and blue tiles, no one living with him, which was in stark contrast to the many continuous monk's houses they just passed by.

But Ruyi was at ease with this, pushed open a small fence door, and said, "Father, please come in."

The ivy and creeper, which are easy to feed, are planted in the courtyard, and they are allowed to grow naturally, and they have grown to a grand scale of a whole yard.

It just rained in Hanshan Temple yesterday, and the leaves have just been washed, giving a healthy gleam.

Several rabbits of different colors are kept in the yard, without any restraint, chewing grass in the corner of the yard, and a gray cat, coiled into a huge lump, basking in the sun under the window, with a pillow on its belly Gray and white kitten licking its paw.

Feng Rugu was looking at the familiar cat, when he saw a little gray cat jumping up the fence wall like an arrow, posing proudly as the master, and meowing.

... It was the cat that jumped on the temple wall and looked out just now.

It was not afraid of Ruyi, and after attracting Ruyi's attention, it softened its voice again, called softly, and rushed to Ruyi's body in three or two steps, and fell down in the middle of the road, revealing Ruyi's belly.

Ruyi leaned over to pick it up skillfully, and entered the room with one hand as a cat and the other hand, but the corner of his eyes always stayed on Chang Boning's face beside him.

... He was looking forward to Chang Boning's expression when he saw the decoration in the room.

This simple Buddhist house has a unique cave, which can be described with the word "brilliant".

There is a screen at the entrance, embroidered with Buddha's gatha on the screen, and when you turn the screen, you will find a spacious hall for entertaining guests, bright and clean, filled with light and facing the wind.

The east side leads to a study room. Rows of bookshelves are directly built into the wall, occupying the entire three walls. Most of them are Buddhist classics, and there are also some Taoist techniques, elixir and secret treatises, piano scores and music. All of the four treasures of the study are selected from the best, and they are so extravagant that there is no Buddhist style.

On the west side is the bedroom. In the corner, there is a phoenix-headed konghou, which is worth a thousand gold, which can be seen as the work of a famous master. There are all kinds of maintenance tools, and there are a few ancient music scores scattered on the nearby table.

The bed is the most exquisite golden nanmu bed. The nanmu threads are all made of high-quality materials. Sleeping on it is warm in winter and cool in summer, very comfortable.

When Chang Boning saw all the furnishings in the house, he couldn't help but choked.

... How is it so similar to "Still Waters Flow Deep" here?

Seeing his reaction like this is like a warm heart.

When he was young, when he was still the little mortal of his adoptive father, he used to sit at the table and outline his dream home stroke by stroke.

A tile house, a bed, a small table, and two people.

After the adoptive father found out, he smiled and asked him: "What is this?"

He said seriously: "My adoptive father's home."

The adoptive father took the pen, hugged him and sat on his lap, and added a lot of luxurious things to a simple hut on his own initiative, almost distorting his painting into another one: "In this way Much more pleasing to the eye."

He only stared at the two people in the painting, and obediently leaned into his adoptive father's arms: "Yes."

As long as those two are around, wherever they are is home.

... Now it seems that even if the adoptive father is no longer close to him, at least he still remembers these decorations.

Feng Rugu rested his chin on Ruyi's shoulder, looked around the room, and said "Oh" in a drawn-out voice: "It's quite spacious."

Ruyi felt that he was a bit of a spoiler, and didn't respond to his words.

Feng Ruyi didn't mind, he climbed up from Ruyi's back, and followed his cat.

This cat is clingy to people, but it doesn't care who it's clinging to, so it put on an attitude of being at ease when it comes, nestling in Feng Rugu's arms, leaving a slender tail dangling outside, just looking at it. She rubbed her ears on Feng Ruyuan's fingers again and again.

Feng Rugu asked Ruyi, "They asked you to live here alone?"

Ruyi is very fair, and does not speak right or wrong behind his back: "I chose it. It is quiet and far away, and it is suitable for doing many things."

...For example, sitting here alone, silently thinking about the days of two people.

There was no quilt on the golden nanmu bed, and it was not popular at all, but there was only a little dust on it, presumably the result of diligent cleaning on weekdays.

There is a futon on the monk's couch that is placed horizontally nearby, which is where Ru Yi usually practices, meditates and rests.

Feng Ruyuan touched the monk's couch, and it was surprisingly hard: "You sleep here."

"Occasionally. Most of the time I practice in the Discipline Hall." Ruyi brushed off the dust on the bed, with a little expectation, hoping that its real owner would come to sit on it, "Father, please sit down."

Due to his false identity, Chang Boning was embarrassed to sit on the bed, so he only chose a stool to sit on.

Ruyi turned his eyes away, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and nodded respectfully: "Father, please sit here for a while. I'll go and invite the abbot."

Chang Boning replied yes, and Ruyi stepped out the door.

Hai Jing, who followed obediently all the way back to the familiar temple, couldn't help but be excited, and asked the two Taoist monarchs for leave, planning to find his fellow countrymen in the temple, and have a good chat about what he has seen and heard outside these days.

Feng Ruzhi also sat down on the stool, teasing the kitten with one hand, and stroking the kitten's thick and thick neck hair with the other.

The kitten also clasped his fingertips with both paws.

Chang Boning sighed: "As usual, how long are you going to keep it a secret? He is really..." full of loyalty.

Feng Ruyuan played with the kitten's beard heartlessly, then picked it up and looked at him, and said with a smile, "Hurry up."

……

Ruyi went to look for the abbot, but was told that the abbot was still teaching scriptures.

Fortunately, the lecture was coming to an end, so Ruyi stood outside the dojo and waited.

The young monk guarding the dojo outside is also of the same generation, he is a disciple of the deputy seat of the Discipline Academy, his name is Ruwei, and he is still a brother of Ruyi in terms of seniority, but he is quite self-aware, and he does not dare to call Ruyi a brother.

The atmosphere was momentarily cold and silent.

Ruwei saw that Ruyi had grown out long hair for no reason after being away from the temple for a few months, tied in a high ponytail with only a hairband, she was so curious in her heart that she didn't dare to ask, just pretended that she was blind and couldn't see anything.

Instead, Ruyi opened his mouth first: "What is the purpose of preaching the scriptures today?"

Ruwei immediately replied, "It's for blessing."

Under this clear reminder, Ruyi quickly remembered.

Perhaps he had been away from the monastery for so long that he forgot that since he entered the monastery, at the end of August, the monastery always had to recite the seven-day blessing sutra.

In the past, Ruyi didn't care about these things at all.

It will never be his turn to speak about the Fu Sutra, so he doesn't have to worry about who the Fu Sutra is for.

But it suddenly occurred to him that if he went back this time, if the meddlesome Lord Yun Zhong was curious and asked what rituals were going on in the temple, he should have a definite answer.

So, in order to satisfy the man's desire to gossip, he continued to ask: "Who are these seven-day blessings for?"

Ruwei didn't expect Ruyi to talk so much today, because he was really not good at dealing with him, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat: "...this... is the Xuanji Lord of Changyoumen, praying for his deceased eldest son ah."

Ru Yi frowned: "The Taoist sect asks the Buddhist sect to pray for blessings?"

Ruwei said: "Yes. Lord Xuanji loves his eldest son very much. He originally placed high hopes on him, hoping that he would take over the Xuanji Sect, but God did not show mercy to him. He doesn't know when his eldest son died, so he prayed for blessings at home and also asked Buddhists to pray for blessings on the seventeenth day of the eighth month when he was born.

Having said that, Ruwei realized that she had talked too much, so she hurriedly stopped talking.

Ruyi didn't speak.

... The disaster of "beyond the world" was also a hidden pain for him, separating him from his adoptive father for ten years.

……

For example, there are flowers and grass in a Buddhist house, because there are few people to take care of them, it is inevitable that they will be a little bit overwhelming, Chang Boning couldn't sit still, rolled up his sleeves, and began to trim and trim in the courtyard.

When Feng Ruyuan was playing with the cat, he accidentally annoyed the cat, and the kitten abandoned him and ran out of the courtyard.

Even though Feng Ruzhi knew that the cat knew the way better than himself, he still chased it out of the courtyard with a little worry about losing it.

Seeing him yelling and chasing the cat, Chang Boning held up the flower scissors and sighed with a smile: childish.

In the pure Buddhist holy land, Chang Boning was not too worried that something would happen to Feng Ruyu.

Feng Ruyuan ran out of breath, chased a hundred meters away, and finally caught the cat in front of a small incense hall.

After he put the cat in his arms again, he realized that there was a person standing in front of Xiangtang.

A young man with a straight waist and a sharp weapon still hangs on his waist in the Buddhist land. He doesn't think he is disobedient at all. His high-spirited appearance looks very much like a peacock, and also like Feng Rugu from ten years ago.

After the two met each other, they were both startled.

Feng Ruyuan recognized him.

When he was in "The Leftovers", Feng Rugu was tortured by Ling Chi. He was full of despair and once wanted to seek death.

At that time, seventeen or eighteen hands held him down together.

A young man said sarcastically, saying that they didn't let Feng Rugu die for the good of Feng Rugu, and that Feng Rugu would be grateful to them in the future.

On the second day, after the young man was hit by Ding You, Feng Rugu didn't save him, but let him experience Ding You's punishment by himself.

He later died of his injuries in prison.

The young man in front of him, who was only about 14 years old at the time, was taken back to prison by Ding You, just like Sanchai, seriously injured and unable to move.

However, during the short waking period when he was seriously injured, he never forgot to stare at Feng Ruyu with resentment.

...Because Feng Ruzhi refused to save him, he killed his biological elder brother.

Feng Rugu still remembered that his surname was Liu, his generous brother was named Liu Yuanhao, and his name was Liu Yuanqiong.

Liu Yuanqiong looked at Feng Rugu, who was slightly panting, and said with a smirk: "...Yun Zhongjun, don't come here without any problems."