The sudden person and sudden words made Bai Song stunned on the spot. The old host had already walked up to Bai Song, and gently placed his dry palm on Bai Song's wrist.
Bai Song looked around at himself. Apart from a slight embarrassment in his clothes, there was nothing unusual about him. He really didn't know where the old host could tell that he was too murderous.
Qing'er stood at the door and accompanied him silently all the way. If Mr. Bai hadn't come, Qing'er would never have come to this Buddhist place.
Since joining the Holy Lotus Sect, Qing'er only often went to the temple at the beginning, and never set foot there again after seeking stability in her heart.
Just because I know in my heart that what I have done is unjust, every time I step into a Buddhist hall and catch a glimpse of the gods and Buddhas enshrined under the temple, there is always a certain fierceness in their faces, which makes people dare not look directly.
Now Qing'er has been waiting for a long time and already wanted to leave. Seeing Mr. Bai being stopped by an old host again, she didn't think anything was wrong. Instead, she said: "Mr. Bai, it's getting late. If we don't leave now, we will I can’t go back to officialdom.”
Bai Song was willing to worship Buddha, but he didn't want to listen to some common rituals said by lay people. Even if he put on a monk's robe, he was limited by the times. Bai Song didn't believe that the old host could say anything to enlighten him.
"When you have time tomorrow, come and listen to the Buddha's message."
Bai Song said, but the old host did not let go. He looked at Bai Song seriously and emphasized his tone: "Donor, it's better to stay for two days, so as not to be burdened by the murderous evil in your heart."
"Why are you a monk like this?" Qing'er on the other side couldn't stand listening anymore. After staying in the Holy Lotus Sect for a long time, it was inevitable that he would be infected with some evil nature. "We all said we were leaving, why did you stop us? Could it be for some sesame oil? We’ll just give you the money.”
Saying that, Qing'er touched the money bag a little impatiently.
Bai Song frowned and tried to persuade him twice in a row, which felt a little weird.
Seeing Qing'er taking the money now, the old host still grabbed Bai Song's arm, shook his head slightly, and smiled without saying a word.
"Hiss..." Bai Song let out a light sigh. Looking at the old host's mysterious appearance and his speaking voice, he had a vague feeling of déjà vu.
Suddenly, Bai Song thought of last night's dream, the voice in the void that woke Bai Song up, and the sentence "Since there are no gods and monsters, how did you get here?"
Bai Song suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the other person up and down, thinking to himself, could there really be some enlightened person in this ancient temple in the mountains who could tell that he had an extraordinary origin? Or know that you are from another world?
At this time, Qing'er had already taken out some coins and was about to hand them to the old host.
Bai Song stopped him gently and looked at the old host seriously: "I believe that the master will not keep me because of these external things."
The old host's expression remained unchanged, but changed from shaking his head to nodding.
When Qing'er saw that something was wrong, she frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Bai, you don't really want to..."
"It's not a bad idea to stay for a day or two."
Qing'er frowned even more after hearing this.
Bai Song saw it and asked, "What? You don't want to stay here?"
"Today, I don't have a choice. Mr. Bai can stay if he wants."
Seeing that the two of them were willing to stay, the old host let go and made an invitation gesture towards the inner hall.
The nameless temple has no more than two Buddhist halls. Behind the Buddhist hall is a small courtyard that has been in disrepair for a long time. There are three or five meditation rooms, four novice monks and an old dog with a broken leg.
The old abbot arranged two rooms for the two of them to stay temporarily. At the same time, he warned the two of them that they were in a small courtyard and could not step into the temple grounds during the retreat.
Bai Song agreed and stayed in this dilapidated small temple for two days.
In fact, Bai Song was not that anxious. He was eager to return to Jixian just because he wanted to completely separate from his previous life.
This time was different from the past. This was the first time that Bai Song did not take the initiative to kill for self-protection. He thought that there would not be too much psychological burden, but the fact was not what Bai Song thought.
Last night's dream reminded him that he should take a break for two days as a way to calm down.
Situated deep in the mountains, away from the world, it makes people feel happy.
Bai Song sat outside the Zen room, watching the little novice playing with the limping old dog, enjoying the coolness of the summer dusk, and instantly felt relieved.
Although everything here is very simple, Bai Song can experience the life he longs for most in his heart.
It’s not that I want to be born, but I just want a place where I can relax.
If the little novice monk in front of me could be replaced by a family of charming wives and concubines, and the lame old dog could be replaced by a litter of little brats, it would be perfect.
Bai Song looked at the scenery and waited for the old host to come to him.
In Bai Song's view, the old host always had his own purpose in letting him stay. Bai Song also wanted to know how the other party could tell that his killing was too serious.
However, the old host never came to Bai Song, let alone wanted to talk to Bai Song.
In a blink of an eye, it was a quiet night deep in the mountains, and the small remote temple was absolutely quiet at night, and any movement of birds and animals outside could be clearly heard.
As expected, Bai Song didn't have any more nightmares here, and fell asleep on the bed.
But not long after, the sound of the door opening woke up Bai Song. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qing'er timidly coming to Bai Song's bedside, grabbing Bai Song's quilt and squatting down: "Mr. Bai...Bai Song Young Master…”
"Ah, I'm awake."
The room was too dark to see Qing'er's expression clearly, but she sounded a little nervous.
"Quickly... wake up quickly, there seems to be someone..."
Bai Song was stunned for a moment. He had just woken up and his thoughts were still a little confused.
But Qing'er seemed to have heard something again, and was so frightened that she sat directly next to Bai Song. Qing'er's smell hit her face, and she felt that her butt was hitting her face.
Bai Song sat up in a panic. Fortunately, he couldn't see an old red face in the darkness.
"Mr. Bai... could it be someone from the Holy Lotus Sect coming to hunt us down?"
"Aren't you having a nightmare?"
"No, Mr. Bai, do you hear...what's the sound?"
Only then did Bai Song calm down, sitting on the bed and listening carefully to what was going on around him.
Soon, Bai Song gradually frowned.
Qing'er was right, there were indeed chirping noises at night, like countless snakes crawling in the grass, which made people's hair stand on end.
Moreover, the sound seemed to be getting closer little by little, as if there was something inexplicable outside the wall of the small temple.
Bai Song got up, didn't even bother to put on his coat, opened the door and went outside.
At night, everything was the same as before. There was a lot of moonlight tonight, and everything in the courtyard was very clear, but there was nothing different.
But Bai Song noticed the old dog in the yard. It seemed to have noticed something. It stood with three straight legs, its ears were erect, and it looked around, looking very alert.
Suddenly, the old dog barked and headed in the direction of Bai Song.
Bai Song frowned, subconsciously thinking that the old dog was trying to kill him, but he reacted the next second and suddenly looked up at the roof of the meditation room where he was.
