The visitor's face became increasingly ugly as he listened to the words of this inexplicable monk.
"I'm not willing to kill the monk. You'd better shut up and leave before I get angry."
The colorful robes of the monks swayed in the wind, dyeing the chaotic world with color. He looked at the visitor indifferently without saying a word, but still had no intention of leaving.
The two faced each other in silence for a moment. But soon the monk spoke again: "Hey, I can sing. Do you want to come and listen to me sing?"
The visitor couldn't restrain his inner anger and raised his sword for luck. Immediately, the surroundings were filled with silence, and the monk's colorful robes suddenly wrinkled tightly.
But the monk's expression did not change. Suddenly a sword struck, like a sudden wind. The thin sword cut through the sky like a gleam of light and pierced the monk's chest!
However, the moment the sword tip approached, a golden flower disk suddenly bloomed on the monk's chest. Venus scattered in all directions, surrounding the sword edge full of power, and actually supported the offensive steadily, making it difficult to move forward.
The blooming flowers illuminated their sparse cheeks in the darkness. The visitor looked shocked and sheathed his sword in an instant.
When the sword tip was moved away, the flower light also dissipated. The surroundings seemed to be dark again just after sunset.
"This is..." The visitor's expression became a little hasty, and it was hard to tell whether it was urgency or anxiety.
The monk laughed and said, "The epiphyllum of Gadiyou is an epiphyllum, blocking you from killing me fiercely and urgently. If you ask me why I came to the west, I will not remember the years because I have been sleeping for a long time."
"...Gadiyou Epiphyllum." The visitor's eyes became hesitant, "I am disrespectful."
"Oh!" The monk suddenly clapped his thigh, "So, if you know this flower, you won't swing your sword at me again."
The visitor lowered his eyebrows and said, "It was a friend of mine who told me about Gadius Epiphyllum, also known as the [Flower of the Saint]."
The monk narrowed his eyes: "Really? Is there any? I haven't heard of it. Since it was your friend who said it, just treat it as true. But what is more important right now is what you have hidden."
Although the visitor still kept a certain distance from this inexplicable and strange monk, he had lost his hostility. He slowly reached out and took out a brown bag, and there was the sound of alcohol sloshing inside.
"Aha, that's it." The monk clapped his hands and laughed.
The visitor handed him the wine, and the monk unceremoniously pulled out the cork, and the aroma of the wine flowed out. The monk seemed a little surprised. He lay on it and smelled it for a few times, then praised: "Good wine. It really tastes good."
With a "bang" sound, the visitor said calmly: "This wine is called Mengxing Tangli, and it is a recipe given by a friend earlier. But as a monk, can you drink it?"
"The fine wine passes through the intestines, and the Buddha's teachings remain in the heart." The monk simply explained, raised his bag, and drank like water.
The visitor was a little surprised by how he drank, but the amount of wine in his bag was not too much. Just as he was about to raise his hand to stop him, the wine bag almost reached the bottom, and the monk slowly put it down, with a still unfinished expression on his face.
Then, the monk turned around and faced the tomb, his expression suddenly solemn. He held up the wine bag and slowly poured the last of the wine on the tomb.
The wine rolled down into beads, stirring up the dust on the ground, and instantly soaked it into a dark black.
The monk murmured in his mouth, as if he was reciting some incantation. The visitor stood behind him, a little speechless.
Soon, the monk's ceremony was over and he turned around.
"You..." The visitor's eyes wandered between the monk and the tomb behind him.
"It's okay, don't worry." The monk waved his hand, "Anyway, this place is just an empty tomb. I can't transcend the soil."
This sentence made the visitor's nerves suddenly tremble, and then his anger rose again. However, the monk then added: "But... the cemetery beneath your feet and me has no souls waiting to be saved."
"..."
The visitor was completely silent. His secret was completely understood by the mysterious monk in front of him at this moment. In addition to being surprised, he felt even more absent-minded for no reason.
"How do you know this is an empty tomb...this is a cemetery?"
Faced with the visitor's questions, the monk pointed at the scattered dead trees: "People's eyes are sometimes not as good as the eyes of plants. Your memory is sometimes the memory of plants."
The visitor looked at the messy, barren dead trees and seemed to understand: "Is it your ability to talk to these dead trees?"
"Is this important?" The monk waved his sleeves. "The important thing is that the smell of blood and fire buried under the soil here has slowly dissipated. You come here to cry in mourning every once in a while. Are you crying for them in the past or for you?" Where is my regret?"
There was another silence. Then he raised his eyes: "What else do you know?"
"I also visited the place where you secluded yourself, but I didn't know it was you at that time. I have traveled to many places and heard many important and insignificant stories. If you ask me what I know, then I can only answer you——" The monk scratched his head and said, "There are too many to remember."
"The place where I live in seclusion..." The visitor looked sideways.
"Yes. At that time, I went to your house for sightseeing, and the master happened to be out in a hurry, so I stayed with you for a while." The monk sighed, "The flowers and trees you take care of are all complaining that you are often away from home. Returning makes them feel extremely lonely."
Although the visitor did not speak, the monk could follow his gaze and see what he was looking at. He turned around and picked up the object placed in front of the tomb, holding it in his hand: "Is it because of it that it makes you run around and not go home?"
"Put it down." The visitor's warning was short and low.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's so angry." The monk quickly put it back as if showing weakness, "But now that your wish has been fulfilled, it's time for you to put it down and go home well."
The fire in the visitor's eyes quickly disappeared. He shook his head and gave a last wry smile: "Knowing this, it seems that my identity is just easy to reveal in your eyes."
The monk stepped forward, his colorful robes were blown up by the wind, and his sleeves were filled with wind.
"In my eyes, you are just an ascetic. Thank you for a bag of good wine and give you a few words. No matter what your status is, the clouds have passed by. Behind you and in front of you, there is always an uphill slope. Just let him pass, and don't hesitate too much. There is a burning fire in your heart, which can't stain a single pearl. What do you do today, how miserable will it be tomorrow? When you look back and smile at the blue sky, you will see a clear river."
"A strong man can hold grudges for ten years and live freely for a hundred years. Just think of it as a big dream and never forget the peace of mind."
The sound gradually turned into singing, and the visitor realized that the monk had already gone away. He looked back blankly at the tomb in front of him and the Buhong bronze jade in the bag in front of the tomb, and his mind was shattered.
His legs softened and he slowly knelt in front of the grave. As the monk's singing finally dispersed, everything here returned to silence.
