Blood-drenched, Huitong turned his head sideways, and wiped away the countless reds hanging on his long eyelashes with his white sleeves, originally wanting to see the road in front of him clearly, but found that those emerald green new willows, the twilight scene of Cangshan Mountain looked more and more dreamlike in the sunset. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the moment when he completely climbed out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the whole person suddenly seemed to suddenly come out of the water, and was flooded by a strange clear stream through his body and thoughts, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and in the blink of an eye, he stood on the edge of the temple well, and at this moment, he was not in half of the pain, and he was carrying a shiny wooden barrel in his hand.

"How could I be here" Huitong looked at the barrel and touched his bald head again, and was a little dazed for a while.

"Draw water?" said to himself, and shook the bent target of the well vigorously, and poured a bucket of water into the bucket he had just had.

A white moth swooped down and was swept into the bucket by the mighty current.

Sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishes the moth gauze lamp.

Seeing this, Huitong hurriedly threw down the wooden bucket in his hand, fished the white moth out of the water, carefully held it in the palm of his hand, and said softly: "Why are you so careless?"

A light sigh escaped from his throat, and Huitong's palm exerted force, and a slightly hot light instantly covered the white moth.

The white moth, which was already dying, instantly became active, flapped its wings twice, flew into the air, and left.

"Fly, fly, the farther the better" A smile bloomed on the overly handsome face, and Huitong continued to fill the water and walked towards the fasting room.

The whole temple was empty, and it seemed that there was no one but him.

Huitong boiled the water, cooked the meal, and returned to the intact Mahavira Hall to meditate.

There is no bamboo slip in his hand, and there are thousands of scriptures in his chest.

The cumbersome and complicated scriptures continued to overflow from the mouth until the night became dark.

Feeling that something fell on his fingertips, the Buddha seal of the word "swastika" between Huitong's forehead lit up slightly, and the entire hall was instantly lit up, as bright as day.

"It turned out to be you, little one," Huitong smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the white moth that was flapping its wings with its fingertips.

Since then, this white moth has been inseparable from Huitong.

When he recited, it fell on his shoulders and fingertips, and when he fetched water and cooked rice, it hovered over his fluttering clothes, and sometimes at night, the candlelight was shining, and it could not help but flutter, but it was always carefully and gently blocked by him.

Every time at this time, I would hear his clear voice say slowly: "My temple is poor and broken, I can't afford to buy a lamp to cover it, you don't have to pounce again, if you accidentally hurt your life, who will accompany me in the future?"

Who will accompany me in the future?

The white moth has been a long time, by the light of the Buddha of Huitong, washed through the muscles and bones, opened the wisdom, at that time, she felt that this lonely monk was really a little pitiful, if he really lost himself, would he be very sad?

Since then, it has never tried to put out the flames, but it has honestly hidden in his sleeve, and sometimes, the hole in the placket of his old coat, he can't help but want to transform quickly, so that he can mend his clothes with his hands.

Ten years have passed like a white horse, the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically, Huitong is getting old like the temple, there are no wrinkles on his face, but the increasingly tightly locked eyebrows add a bit of sadness.

He began to chant less seriously, and sometimes he didn't wake up even after sleeping for several days, and he was in a hurry, and when he was helpless, he wanted to wake him up by biting.

Until one day, it landed on those pink lips.

Its lips pressed against his, and when it felt the warm breath blowing over its face, the cold of early winter seemed to become so insignificant.

A wisp of golden yang energy overflowed from Huitong's mouth, accidentally sucked by the moth, it began to heat up all over its body, as if it was constantly expanding, and after a few uncomfortable whimpering, it rolled off his lips and rolled over on the cold bed.

After a while, a burst of white light flickered, and the moth turned into a young woman, dressed in colorful clothes and neon skirts, beautiful and elegant, with a hidden intelligence between her eyebrows, she staggered up from the bed, looked at her hands in a daze for a long time, only to find that she had turned into a human form.

When Huitong woke up, he didn't know what year or month it was, pushed open the door, saw a thin layer of snow all over the ground, and frowned slightly.

The coldness and loneliness of the long years always make people don't know how to face it, but when they really get through it, they find that it is just the most sober moment of drunken life and dreams.

He was only wearing deep clothes, but he didn't feel cold, and with the Buddha's light protecting his body, as long as it wasn't a dangerous demon invasion, he wouldn't feel anything.

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, wrapped in silver, and suddenly flashed a beautiful woman's appearance in his mind, but the facial features that should have been delicate have become extremely blurred for some reason, making him constantly want to take a closer look, but he is always like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and a person in the fog.

"You're finally awake" A sweet voice sounded behind him, Huitong was stunned, turned his head, and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in colorful clothes, walking over with a hot meal.

"Who are you?" Huitong was a little confused, why was there a woman in his temple.

"My name is Lingyin," the girl replied with a smile.

"Lingyin, why are you here?" Huitong looked at the hot dry food in her hand, and really felt hungry in her stomach, so she said, "Let's bring it into the house first, it won't taste good when it's cold for a while."

Lingyin covered her lips and snickered, knowing that this monk was the most afraid of starvation, so she walked into the room with her skirt.

"You slept for a long time this time, I pickled some pickles, and there is nothing to eat in winter, you pay attention to eating some" Lingyin's five fingers as white as jade arranged the meal, Huitong stood behind her, and as soon as the Buddha's eyes opened, he saw the real body.

It's good to know that it's not a good woman, and Huitong is not polite, and after sitting down, he said to Lingyin: "You can eat too, when you're full, let's go down the mountain"

Lingyin listened, a little secretly happy, the years in the mountains are extremely bitter, if this monk can think of open, travel with her through the landscape, see the world, rolling red dust, and persuade him day and night to return to the vulgar, in the future can also achieve a good thing.

The two ate silently, Huitong gobbled up as usual, and when he saw Lingyin just holding dry food and inhaling hot air but not taking a mouthful, he said: "I forgot, you don't eat human food."

Lingyin was stunned for a moment, and before he knew where his headless conclusion came from, he saw that the 'swastika' Buddha seal that he only saw on his brow suddenly disappeared, and the temperament of the whole person seemed to have completely changed, and his voice began to be coquettish and continued: "Demon girl, do you want to eat the fruit, after a while, we will go to the bottom of the mountain to pick"

Lingyin was stunned, her willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her expression was a little demonic, she threw the dry food in her hand on the table, and said coldly: "Who are you calling the demon girl?"

"Call you, demon girl, what's wrong with you? don't be angry, okay, I won't eat so much in the future," Huitong said and suddenly grabbed Lingyin's wrist, kept shaking it, and said coquettishly.

It was the first time for Lingyin to see him like this, and after thinking about it, he was indeed a butterfly demon, and the title in his mouth was not wrong, and now he detained his third Buddha body in a dream, there should be no mistake.

Seeing that he was so close to herself, Lingyin's eyebrows stretched out, and she smiled, "I'm not angry, I'll cook you whatever you want to eat in the future, as long as it's what you want" She stretched out her hand and gently stroked his cheeks, and her eyes were full of attachment and longing.

There had been countless times when he had been so high, and she could only look up, and she was careful not to even get closer, but now, even in her dreams, she felt that there were enough memories forever.

"Demon girl, it's so cold in this mountain, let's go find a warm place" Huitong raised his head and said with a grin.

"Okay, you can go wherever you say" Lingyin smiled with relief, but she didn't like cold and quiet places.

"What about Brother Ziyang?" asked Huitong.

"Ziyang, who is it?" Lingyin wondered.

"Nobody, no one, it's best for you to be with me" Huitong lowered his head, twisted his clothes with both hands, and said a little shyly.

Lingyin looked at his cute appearance, smiled and pinched his cheek, and said, "Okay, let's go, just the two of us"

When Huitong heard this, he happily hugged Lingyin's body and turned around in a circle, and said loudly: "Demon girl, you are so good"

Lingyin was also pleasantly surprised by his actions, and couldn't help but hug his neck and scolded with a smile: "Okay, don't turn around, your head is dizzy."

Huitong put her down, her bright eyes were clear and quiet, and she was still a little naïve and virgin, staring at Lingyin and smiling: "Then let's go"

Lingyin nodded, didn't pack anything, and took Huitong out of the temple and walked down the mountain.

A thought and a thousand years, a thousand years of treasure in the world.

The three-life Bodhi entered the earth, and the catastrophe was like a thousand mountains.

When the figures of the two disappeared into the ice and snow, the ancient temple treasure temple slowly turned into several streamers, and flew away in all directions, as if it had never existed, leaving a lonely and quiet emptiness.

Huitong and Lingyin walked all the way, playing in the mountains and rivers, like glue and paint, and came to the town on this day, coinciding with a family to welcome the wedding and send off relatives, and the mighty team lined up for seven or eight miles.

The groom looks dignified and rides a jujube red high-headed horse, the gongs and drums on both sides are shaking the sky, the suona vocal music is deafening, and the eight-lift sedan chair followed behind him is also gorgeously decorated, the tent of the dragon and the phoenix, and the curtain of the mandarin duck playing in the water, people can't help but want to open it to see which charming young lady is married, married to Ruyi Langjun, so beautiful.

The alleys of Shili and Eighth Street were full of people, and even the merchants who were selling couldn't help but look up and ask each other, and Huitong and Lingyin were forced to stop and look forward.

Suddenly, Lingyin felt that her buttocks were held by a big hand, and when she looked back in fright, the hand quickly withdrew back, and a little jade-faced scholar who was standing not far behind her was staring at her with a smile, her lips constantly squirming, as if she was saying something.

The aura was so angry that his face turned red, and he secretly had a murderous heart in his heart, and turned his head to see that Huitong was looking at the marriage team seriously, but he didn't pay attention to this, put his mind at ease, turned his head and threw a wink at the jade-faced little scholar, and then stopped speaking.

The little jade-faced scholar was itched by this soul-seducing look, and immediately squeezed through the crowd and approached Lingyin's side.