"One, two, three...eleven, twelve."
"Sent!"
Yuantong held twelve topaz in his hand, and the warm color of the jade dissipated the fear in his heart.
He was overjoyed and turned around to leave, but suddenly froze.
With a startled glance, he saw that a certain lotus platform was empty.
"ha……"
A long breath of fishy, wet and cold breath spread from the back of his head into his collar.
He was trembling all over, but he still held on to the jade tightly, not daring to look back, and walked away.
However.
A gust of wind passed by.
Dou Da's head soared into the sky, and the lantern fell to the ground. It was immediately extinguished when it was poured with blood.
In the dimness, reflected in his dilated pupils, a tall black figure lifted up the headless body and drank heavily against the neck.
………………
It will be dawn.
The two monks walked back drunkenly with their arms around each other, and while talking, they winked and looked affectionate.
Suddenly, the two people's movements stagnated, and then their expressions changed drastically.
The door of the house that the two men were supposed to be guarding was wide open.
The two looked at each other in shock and rushed into the door together.
What he saw first was a body with separated heads and fell to the ground, with yellow jade scattered around. Looking at Ben Wan again, he saw that his neck had been bitten open, but his head was still upright because of the iron nails that had penetrated it.
The other "flesh-body Buddhas" were all struggling and squirming on the lotus platform.
Seeing this, the monk who rushed to the door hastily pulled off the rosary beads from his wrists and placed them one by one on the head of the "Buddha".
These "Buddhas" immediately became quiet, and the two twisted their hands and feet back again.
Everything seems to be back to normal, but...
"Senior brother, one is missing."
"No... not a single one is missing."
The two looked at the corpse on the ground.
………………
After the new rain.
"Old man, if you bother me for a moment, you may know where the Yuyun Temple is on this mountain."
The old man under the pine tree looked confused.
Li Changan shouted from across the mountain stream.
"My father-in-law?"
"Oh!" The old man seemed to have just woken up from his confusion. He turned around and looked around for a while before he saw the young short-haired Taoist opposite.
"Is this Taoist priest calling me, little old man?"
Li Changan nodded and patiently asked the question just now.
"Yuyun Temple?"
The old man muttered something, but then he sank into his long thoughts.
The wind blows and the clouds pass, and the pines and waves burst into waves.
The old man finally spoke.
"It's been so long that I can't even remember it. Probably..." the old man looked back and pointed at the mist-shrouded mountain, "...deep in this mountain."
After that, the mountain breeze blew, and the person was flying up, passing through the treetops with the wind, and disappeared into the mist in a blink of an eye.
After all, he is just a wandering soul in the mountains. How much can he remember?
Li Chang'an wasn't too disappointed either. He was just tired of repeating the mountain road and asked casually when we met on the left side of the road.
He smiled, turned around and walked deeper into Yunshan.
………………
This rain cloud seems to be attached to this mountain.
Li Changan had only walked for a while, and then he started to wander again.
He held a big umbrella, but the mountain wind carried rainwater from all directions.
Li Changan climbed up the hill in embarrassment.
Suddenly.
A clear voice came from deep in the forest.
"Yao Yao Han mountain road, falling on the cold stream bank."
"There are birds chirping in autumn, but there is no one in silence."
Anyone? !
Li Changan followed him.
From a distance, I saw a monk in white walking along the stream.
"Monk? Wait."
Li Changan's brows were filled with joy and he stepped up his pace to catch up, but when he reached the ground, he looked around.
The rain is pouring on the mountain and the stream is pounding. The rain mixed the mountains, rocks, streams, and trees into one color, blending them into a picture of mountains and rain. However, there was no white monk in this picture.
Missing? Monster?
Li Changan was not surprised but overjoyed. He summoned Chonglong Yu, but found nothing.
At this time, it rained heavily.
Li Changan had no choice but to give up the search. He looked up and saw a yellow-horned tree crown standing high above the forest, looking like a roof.
He hurried over and saw ten people hugging the yellow horn tree. A bluestone as big as a house was leaning against the tree. A small thatched shed stood between the bluestone and the tree trunk.
It's raining heavily, and you happen to find a shelter in the wilderness. How lucky is this?
Unfortunately, there is already a "guest" under the thatched shed. But it is a stone-carved Bodhisattva. It has been weathered for a long time, and I don’t know which Buddha it is.
Li Changan bowed to him.
"The Bodhisattva has a stone body anyway, so why not give this shed to the path?"
After saying that, he invited the stone Buddha out and got into the shed by himself.
Not to mention, with the shelter from the rain, you can actually see the beautiful mountains and rain, but I am really tired from the trek all the way. He put his sword across his knees, used an umbrella to block the wind and rain, and fell asleep leaning against the bluestone.
…………
I don’t know the length of time in my dream.
A little bit of wind and rain hit his face, and Li Changan immediately woke up, his eyes were like lightning, and his sword groaned softly.
In front of me, the trees are trees, the mountains are mountains, and the water is water. There is no difference. But where are the umbrellas to protect them from the rain?
Li Changan turned around and saw to his surprise that his umbrella was holding on the head of the Buddha statue.
He pressed his sword and observed the Buddha statue for a long time.
That’s right, it’s just a stubborn stone.
Full of suspicion, he took the umbrella back, kept it where it was, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It didn't take long.
My face felt cold, and the wind and rain had just entered the shed.
Li Changan opened his eyes suddenly and reached forward to fish it out.
But he saw the umbrella spinning on the ground, and there was a bunch of Buddhist beads in his hand.
He put it under his nose and sniffed.
"well?"
Only the smell of rain.
………………
Li Changan found the temple.
Or rather the ruins of that temple. Yuyun Temple has long been reduced to rubble. The faceless Buddha's head popped up in the rubble, covered with moss and weeds growing wildly.
Only a section of wall remains in the side hall, which can barely provide shelter from the rain.
Li Changan was not disappointed that the temple was in ruins, or in other words, it was the ruins that he was looking for in the first place.
He walked under the wall, Shi Shiran sat down, closed his eyes and rested.
I don't know how long it will take, maybe it will rain.
Li Changan opened his eyes as if he felt something.
But see, the fallen walls were erected little by little, the houses were rebuilt behind them, the green tiles flew back to the roofs, the plaques in the main hall were mottled, and the Tathagata's treasures were solemn in the sandalwood scent.
In the courtyard, the dead trees are in full bloom, and the grass that covered the knees has receded, revealing the bluestone path.
"Crunch."
After exiting the mountain gate, the red-painted door opened, and a monk in white walked in in the rain.
He walked up to Li Changan and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha, young monk Kongyan, please ask me the name of the Dharma Master."
"The monk sees the courtesy, but the poor Taoist Xuan Xiao."
After speaking, Li Changan looked at the monk up and down with great interest. This Kong Yan has a handsome face, and his temperament is just like the autumn rain on the empty mountain, clear and bright.
But he has a good face that can defraud the lady and madam of sesame oil money. If he is still alive...
Li Changan moved half a seat and smiled:
"Monk, why are you standing in the rain? Come and take shelter with us."
"The Taoist priest is joking." Monk Kong Yan stood still and responded calmly, "The little monk is a lonely soul in the rain, why should he support himself on the roof tiles."
This answer is very free and open.
Immediately, he also asked.
"I don't know why you came to this deserted mountain and ruined temple like this?"
"Nothing else."
Li Changan held his sword across his knees and told him calmly.
"It's just about slaying demons."
