"Who is going to kill us, who is going to kill us......"

Leng Yunhan, who was in a coma, shouted over and over again, the frowning brows on his face and the painful expression all showed his pain, and the excessive blood loss and mental exhaustion were also accompanied by a hoarse voice and a pale face that were unforgettable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Yunhan didn't know how he had spent this heartbreaking day, he had been silent in painful memories since he woke up from a coma three months ago.

The scenes of bloody battles before his uncle's death constantly impacted his mind, making him like a walking corpse, and even why he didn't die, who saved him, he had no space in his mind to think, and now the only impression in his mind besides the bloody battle is the sound of chanting that has been gently accompanying his brain for the past three months, and the sound of this scripture is also relieving his pressure. It's hard to imagine that if it weren't for this chanting voice, I'm afraid that Leng Yunhan's mind would have been crushed by memory.

"The avenue is invisible, and the world is born; The avenue is ruthless, running the sun and the moon; The avenue is nameless, and all things are nourished for a long time; I don't know its name, but I am called it. ………… People can always be quiet, and heaven and earth will return. The lady is so clear, but her heart is disturbed; People's hearts are quiet, and they want to lead them. It can often send its desires, and its heart is quiet, and its heart is clear and clear. ………… True and always adapted, true and always available; It should always be quiet, and it should always be quiet. So quiet, gradually entering the truth; If you enter the truth, you will be called the way, but although you will be the way, you will not get anything; In order to transform sentient beings, it is called enlightenment; Those who can understand can preach the holy word. ”

This is the Taoist "Qingjing Sutra", and Leng Yunhan's mind is accompanied by the sound of this Sutra every day, slowly relieving his pain, so that he can gradually think.

After more than two months, Leng Yunhan gradually came out of the nightmare, and after five months of baptism in the "Qingjing Sutra", Leng Yunhan was finally able to control his emotions.

Looking at the white-bearded Taoist man sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of him and reciting scriptures, Leng Yunhan understood that this should be the person who rescued him from death everywhere.

Leng Yunhan looked at the Taoist and knelt down lightly in front of him, quietly listening to the Taoist chanting, and slowly chanted it unconsciously in his mouth, this sutra had already penetrated into the depths of his mind.

"You're awake." After reciting a volume of "Qingjing Sutra", the white-bearded Taoist opened his eyes and looked at Leng Yunhan who knelt down in front of him serenely, and said slowly: "Although it has been more than five months, you can still get out of the nightmare after this blow, which shows that your heart is also tenacious." ”

"Thank you, master, for saving your life," Leng Yunhan said and kowtowed to thank him, and then said: "If it weren't for the master chanting scriptures every day to solve his doubts these days, the kid may be difficult to break free from that heart-wrenching memory, and the kid will thank the master again." ”

Looking at Leng Yunhan, who had some black marks on his forehead, the white-bearded Taoist gently held up Leng Yunhan and kowtowed his head, and said indifferently: "Taoist chanting is a daily thing, and if you can solve your doubts from it, you can be regarded as having a relationship with the Tao, so you don't have to be so mindful." ”

"Yes, master" Leng Yunhan listened quietly to the words of the Taoist, and after a long time, Leng Yunhan said: "Master, that day...... My uncle's remains were ...... that day," Leng Yunhan's language stumbled.

"When you wake up, I will be waiting for you to ask, your uncle's bones have been properly placed, and now they will be buried under the old pine trees in the back mountain, and when you are better, go to pay respects."

Leng Yunhan thanked him again, thinking of his uncle's tragic death, Leng Yunhan was speechless at this time.

In the next few days, Leng Yunhan talked with the white-bearded Taoist every day, and the Taoist also boiled some herbs to nourish qi and blood for him, and after seven days, Leng Yunhan's body was fine, but after this change, the original childish face has become resolute and indifferent.

On this day, Leng Yunhan came to the back mountain accompanied by the Taoist, "This place is called the Moon Cliff, and there is only this hundred-year-old pine on the top of this cliff, and your uncle will be buried under this tree." ”

Leng Yunhan hurriedly ran to the bottom of the tree, a raised soil bag under the dense needles of the old pine, a long pine board with a cut and smoothness stood in front of the soil bag, Leng Yunhan slowly knelt on the ground, and tears filled his eyes.

"Poor road rarely goes down the mountain every day, so with your uncle has a few faces, but only know your uncle's surname Leng, do not know his name, so the brand poor road has not been engraved, today you will set up a monument for your uncle, think you still have a lot of words to tell your uncle, poor road will leave first."

The white-bearded Taoist looked at Leng Yunhan, who was kneeling in front of the tomb, and turned around quietly.

"The source of turbidity is the clear, and the foundation of the static is the moving. People can always be quiet, and heaven and earth will return. ”

At night, Leng Yunhan has been kneeling in front of the tomb for five hours, his knees have long been red, swollen and numb, but he still knelt straight, and the originally flat and wordless pine board in front of the tomb also has a few more big words: "The tomb of the first uncle's unpopular and arrogant sky", the font is blood red, and the notch is deep into the pine board, and Leng Yunhan's right index finger hanging in front of him is bloodstained, I think it is a little bit of depiction with his fingers.

"Master" The sun was rising, Leng Yunhan returned to the Taoist from the Moon Calling Cliff, and slowly knelt in front of the Taoist, "Master, please accept the disciple as an apprentice." ”

The Taoist looked at Leng Yunhan with a smile and said, "Why do you want to be a disciple of the poor Dao?" ”

"I want revenge!" Leng Yunhan gritted his teeth hatefully.