Genuine debut

Such a quiet day lasted for more than half a year, and finally one day, Wen Chunxiang found that the old monk had actually received a letter of worship, and then planned to go out.

…… This is really the sun coming out in the west, the old monk's legs and feet are so unstable, and he plans to go out when he is watering?

But after thinking about it, when the old monk goes out, he will be able to come out of the flower pot and relax quickly.

The soil of this flower pot is too unpalatable, the pot is small, you can't get anything, the old monk is so old, if you accidentally see yourself running out of the flower pot, you can probably be scared to death. Wen Chunxiang thinks that he is a kind peony flower, and he comes from the cultivation realm, so he should be more tolerant of these stupid mortals.

"Chunxiang, I'll go out, you stay at home." The monk put aside the watering things and said slowly, "During the time I go out, I will lock people up, but this is not without a precaution, you still have to be careful." ”

The monk didn't know how high the spirituality of this peony was, but according to his estimates, it was only a few years old and the intelligence level of a child. Not to mention the transformation, it is still a question of whether it can be fed well. It's just that Chunxiang is very famous outside, and if you can't keep it, there are people with a good heart who covet it.

Wen Chunxiang heard the concern in the monk's mouth, and awkwardly shook the leaves to indicate that he knew.

After the monk changed his clothes and went out of the lock, Wen Chunxiang carefully poked out a root from the flower pot, and then the second and third one, and moved his whole body out of the flower pot.

"Monk, do you have anything else you forgot to take?" The subordinate who came to pick up the monk asked curiously.

The monk looked away, his eyes rarely softened, "It's okay." Let's go. ”

Wen Chunxiang stretched his waist and jumped onto the desk where the old monk often recites scriptures.

His cultivation is really high again, and now he can jump so high with such a light jump.

Hey.

Wen Chunxiang opened the old monk's drawer with his roots, and there were many fine wolf brushes neatly placed inside, and the color was very similar to the color of his flowers.

It must have been that the old monk liked Tala very much, otherwise he would not have prepared so many brushes with colors similar to his own.

He saw that the color of the brush used by the emperor was not so white.

Wen Chunxiang stretched out a root whisker, pulled out a brush by roll, and the two root whiskers were entangled, and he dipped some ink on the table to write like an old monk.

It's a pity that Wen Chunxiang only knows the emperor's criticism and some words on the Buddhist scriptures, but no one has taught him how to write them. In addition, the roots of the peony flower are too small, although it can roll the brush, but how to write along the lì is a troublesome matter.

It's really troublesome, what else to write?

I remember that my brothers and sisters used to write with divine sense.

By the way, Divine Sense?

The flowers on Wen Chunxiang's head were crooked, he still got some good demon cultivation exercises from his brothers and sisters, and he has been breathing according to the exercises all these years. His cultivation is almost enough to build a foundation now, and there will always be a practice of divine sense.

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang let go of the brush and began to try to use his divine sense to urge the movement of the brush.

The brush floats slowly off the table.

Does it really work?

Wen Chunxiang was overjoyed, and increased the use of divine sense.

The brush spread out, dipped in some ink and began to draw on the white paper.

What to draw?

Draw yourself!

The brush slowly sketches a blooming peony on the white paper.

As soon as the last stroke was finished, the brush fell on the white paper with a "bang", and Wen Chunxiang fell uncontrollably.

Although he is gifted and intelligent, he can use his divine sense to draw his own appearance for the first time, but he will inevitably use a little too much force. At this moment, it was precisely because the use of divine consciousness was too strong that he fell on the desk. The whole flower looks a little dying.

After about half a day, Wen Chunxiang felt a little more recovered, and hurriedly ran to the water tank to absorb some water, and after recovering a lot, he began to fight for his self-portrait again.

Although Wen Chunxiang hadn't had time to learn any Taoism, he had developed a good sense of consciousness by mistake. Everyone in the world loves peony, he has an emperor Yinuo, and there are monks who have not met for a hundred years to chant for him, and the luck on his body is extremely strong, and there is no demonic spirit since he has practiced all the way, on the contrary, at this moment, he looks no less inferior than those superb spiritual plants in the valley.

Day 2, Day 3, Day 4.

Wen Chunxiang perfects his self-portrait every day.

Drawing and painting, he felt that this kind of self was not atmospheric enough. In the palace, he also listened to the words of the palace maids and eunuchs a few times, and felt that the kind of immortal who slayed demons and moved mountains and seas should be like himself.

So there was another beast with the face of an old monk on the drawing paper.

The second picture is the scene of Wen Chunxiang waving his roots and whiskers, commanding many flower demons to attack the old monk and beast.

After Wen Chunxiang finished painting, he suddenly felt that he had found joy in his life.

The old monk is not there, and he doesn't feel lonely anymore.

Three months later.

The lock on the door rang.

Wen Chunxiang woke up from his dream, hurriedly spread his feet and jumped off the desk, found the flower pot that he didn't know where he was thrown in, and squatted straight in.

The monk opened the lock and came back, frowning slightly.

He quickly looked at the things in the room, and found that Wen Chunxiang in the corner looked a little better, bent down to pick Wen Chunxiang up again, and said quietly, "Is there a thief at home?" ”

Wen Chunxiang pressed and grinded his teeth, you are the thief.

Can't you come back in the middle of the day, he can't help it if he wants to clean up in the middle of the night.

Wen Chunxiang roared so badly that the old monk just couldn't hear it.

"You look very energetic." The monk smiled and placed Wen Chunxiang by the window.

Wen Chunxiang snorted and looked up at the old monk.

Strange, the old monk's face looked a little bad.

Mortals have such a little lifespan, so don't run around when you're such an adult.

Wen Chunxiang thought that the old age of human beings is probably equivalent to their withered grass and trees, so it is better not to run around.

The senior monk put Wen Chunxiang away and walked towards his desk.

Alas, alas, shouldn't you go to sleep? I haven't received those paintings yet!

Wen Chunxiang roared, "Don't look! ”

The monk's footsteps suddenly paused, "Strange, is it tinnitus?" ”

Wen Chunxiang was also stunned, could it be that he could already transmit sound through his divine sense?

"Old monk."

The monk did not move.

Coincidence.

Wen Chunxiang thought secretly.

The monk's footsteps did not stop, and at a glance he saw the messy paintings on his desk.

"Huh? This peony picture is not bad. It's just that the pen is too vain and can't draw the charm. The monk picked up the first picture and praised it.

That is, mortal things can't describe my beauty at all.

As soon as the monk's voice fell, he saw the second picture.

A beast with its own face.

The monk was stunned, and seemed a little depressed.

The third picture is a hundred flowers, with the peony in the middle. The only thing that was discordant was the beast with the face of a high monk shivering on the side. 、

The monk couldn't figure out the meaning of this picture for a while.

The fourth picture shows a monk hanging from a tree.

The fifth one is buried in the ground.

……

There are twenty or thirty pieces of them, and each one has a way of being organized.

Seeing this, even if the monk is stupid, he can guess something.

This is probably the masterpiece of the white peony in the pot.

The monk was surprised by Wen Chunxiang's spirituality, and couldn't help but feel funny. Before he became a monk, he had heard from his master that now that the world is stable, demons do not come out, and there are almost no goblins that can be formed. He has lived for so many years, and he has not met a goblin, and he doesn't want the emperor to reward a pot of flowers and he may be a goblin.

But it seems that even a goblin is a stupid goblin.

The monk has been alone for a long time, and he doesn't care about such a prank, he just needs to raise a child.

Wen Chunxiang watched the old monk tidy up the room, but he didn't say a word about it, and he didn't know what the old monk thought. It's just that the old monk didn't say anything, and Wen Chunxiang couldn't hear the other party when he opened his mouth to ask. I had to press this matter to the bottom of my heart.

When spring came again, the old monk really fell ill.

The reason why I said it was true was because Wen Chunxiang had already discovered that something was wrong.

The old monk has been getting more and more powerless recently, and his eyes are gradually becoming more and more difficult to see clearly. The so-called doctors do not heal themselves, even if the old monk has the medical skills of rejuvenation, he can only lie on the hospital bed now.

Later, Wen Chunxiang knew that the old monk had been out for a few months to treat a general guarding the frontier, not to mention the painstaking efforts, and he had been attacked by foreign enemies several times.

It's stupid.

Is other people's lives still more important than their own?

However, the stories of the old monks often appear in the Buddhist scriptures of the Buddha, and the stories of the Buddha sacrificing his life to save people often appear, probably the old monks were deeply influenced by it.

Wen Chunxiang quietly watched the old monk lying on the bed coughing uncomfortably, and told him in his heart that the old monk was about to die and he could go back to the mountain, but he was a little reluctant, if the old monk died, he would not recite the scriptures to him.

After a few days, the old monk's body gradually recovered.

Although he is old, he will still water Wen Chunxiang, and even put Wen Chunxiang on the desk and start teaching word by word.

"Chunxiang, you have to learn more things in the mortal world, so that you won't suffer." The old monk kindly touched the petals of Chunxiang and said.

…… Old rascals!

Wen Chunxiang couldn't dodge, so he had to be touched back and forth by the old monk.

The old monk's hands were very rough, and there were some calluses, and it really hurt to scrape on the petals. However, Wen Chunxiang is not an ordinary peony, and he is used to being touched. Anyway, mortals love to touch their place, and there are even women who pin their flowers to their heads.

Thinking about it this way, being touched is not a big deal.

"There is a peony flower club in the city today, I'll take you out to have a look." The senior monk held Wen Chunxiang and said.

Wen Chunxiang was naturally willing, and he hadn't gone out to have a look for a long time.

Peony Flower Club, hum, isn't that a place full of little brothers?

Wen Chunxiang held his head high, striving to reveal his most beautiful face, and he must let those mortals have a good look.

This year's peony flower will be extraordinarily grand, since Wen Chunxiang was presented and praised by the emperor, countless dignitaries racked their brains to cultivate some new varieties of peonies to the emperor. Everyone knows that the emperor's beloved peony was rewarded to the monks, and now there is still such a pot of flowers around the emperor. It's just that everyone has such thoughts, and they didn't find a pot of peony flowers that looked better than Wen Chunxiang.

As soon as the senior monk came with Wen Chunxiang in his hand, he attracted everyone's attention.

Some people are looking at the monks who can't live all the year round, while more people are looking at Wen Chunxiang, whose fame has caused the value of peony to double again. Today's Wen Chunxiang is even more outstanding than before because of the progress of his cultivation. In the eyes of those who love peonies, it is tantamount to a stunning beauty.

Suddenly, the words of praise and praise flew over like money.

Wen Chunxiang was even more proud.

Whether you see it or not, this is the treatment he deserves.

It's a pity that this old monk still gave him tea as always, it's just that he doesn't know how to cherish him at all.

Many people wanted to come over and greet the monks, but before they could get closer, many guards stepped forward to stop them. The monks have some bad news about their health, and everyone in the royal family knows about it, so at the peony flower meeting, those princes and princes all spontaneously protect him. First, you can leave a good impression here with the monks, and it may be a life-saving thing in the future, and second, it is natural to use the monks to please the emperor.

"The presence of the Zen master really surprised the king. I happen to be one of the organizers of the Peony Festival, so please come with me. A gorgeously dressed man was the first to come up and lead the monk and Wen Chunxiang out to have a good look.

"This king once saw this pot of peonies on his father's side, and I don't want to be even more outstanding now." Wang Ye glanced at Wen Chunxiang seriously and said.

The emperor Lao'er has too many children, and Wen Chunxiang really doesn't remember seeing him.

"The prince praised it falsely. Poor monks don't care for flowers and plants, they just raise them at will. ”

"The Zen master's cultivation is profound, and being able to follow the Zen master is already a great opportunity. Peony has a spirit, and it should bloom more lushly. The prince said with a smile.

Phew, it's really a sycophant.

Wen Chunxiang secretly despised shì.

"Zen master, please see, this is a peony red cloud flying piece, beautiful and refined, charming but not demonic." Wang Ye pointed to a pot of blooming lotus-shaped red peonies and said with a smile. "Over there is peony Yao Huang, at that time, the red dragon changed color, silver powder and gold scales...... The green dragon lies in the ink pool, and the crown of the world is ink. Black peony with such a pure color is really rare. ”

The monk's footsteps also stopped, and his eyes looked towards the pot of Guanshi Moyu Black Peony, and there was a smile on his face, "It's really good." ”

Wen Chunxiang looked over angrily, what is so beautiful about the black peony that is not slippery in autumn? It's not really black, it's just almost black. The old monk has no taste and likes things that are not black and autumnal.

"Black peonies are rare, and there are only five pots of black peonies at this peony flower meeting, and someone has already set it. If the Zen master likes it, Xiao Wang is willing to cut a pot of love. It also happens to be a companion with the white peony of the Zen master. The prince smiled.

Who wants black peony as a companion?

Wen Chunxiang glared angrily at the black peony on the side, the black peony seemed to feel some danger, and the flowers suddenly withered a lot.

"Thank you to the prince, it's just that the poor monk can't take care of a pot now, so he won't destroy the heavens." The monk shook his head and refused.

Hmph, the old monk has a vision.

If he dared to bring back the other peony flowers, he would have to throw the black peony out at night and bleach!

After the peony flower meeting ended, the old monk fell ill again.

This time is different from the last time, it is menacing, and I have been sick for several days and have not seen any better. The emperor even personally sent the imperial physician over, but there was nothing he could do. When the old monk was sober, he confessed to the emperor that he wanted to be raised here, and the emperor could only go with him.

The old monk is really old.

Mortals are like this, they can't escape birth, old age, sickness and death.

Wen Chunxiang ran out of the flower pot and climbed to the old monk's bedside, and saw that the old monk's face was already very bad.

Secretly stretched out a whisker to touch the old monk's forehead, which was amazingly hot.

Wen Chunxiang hurriedly urged with his divine sense, and a cold handkerchief was stacked on the old monk's forehead.

"I'm not in good health, but I'm still strong." Wen Chunxiang muttered, and gradually turned into a phantom.

The phantom is very faint and blurry, and it only looks like a teenager.

If you don't look closely, you won't be able to see it.

Wen Chunxiang lowered his head and looked down at the old monk who was lying on the bed and was sleeping deeply, feeling a little uneasy.

He was accompanied by countless brothers and sisters in the valley, but who knew that he was the only mortal flower who could not immediately transform and was left in that valley. If you calculate carefully, the old monk is almost the person who has been with him for the longest time in the past few hundred years.

Wen Chunxiang has an illusion, so he can temporarily break away from his body and go out to see the world.

Now that he is familiar with personnel, he naturally knows how stupid the things he did before were, and if he had changed to someone else, maybe he would have been killed as a monster a long time ago.

"Well, I owe you. I should pay back the cause and effect that gave me a name. "At most, it's just a few decades of sleep, and he hasn't slept before? It happens that winter is coming soon, and it is normal for peonies to be gone.

When he was in the valley, he ate a lot of spiritual elixirs brought by his brothers and sisters, but they were all stored in his body and not digested.

He squeezed out some flower juice, and probably let the old monk die without illness and disaster.

Anyway, he has a lot of flower juice, and it will grow in a few days.

In his sleep, the monk dreamed of a young man whose face he couldn't see clearly.

The young man scolded him for a long time, and finally began to make a request, "Don't pour me with tea in the future, you can use spring water and dew." In addition, I will be given a larger flower pot, and the soil will also be changed. Don't raise other peonies, or I'll throw them all when I wake up! ”

The young man lowered his head and pulled the sleeve of the senior monk, "Old monk, you don't want to die. I'll bloom again in the future, don't ...... Don't throw me. "Otherwise, it will be a real loss.

Wen Chunxiang thought that he must be too lonely, so he would be so kind to this old monk.

I finally talked to the old monk, but I was still in a dream?

Who made him a high suzhì peony who had been baptized in the cultivation realm!

When the monk woke up, his spirit was better than ever.

The soreness and exhaustion on his body are all gone, and there is still some rich floral fragrance in his mouth.

And the pot of white peonies he raised was only left with smooth branches at the moment, and the flowers had fallen off.

The senior monk looked at Wen Chunxiang quietly for a long time, and he didn't know what kind of expression to show on his face. Finally, the fallen flowers are picked up, washed and sandwiched in the Buddhist scriptures.

Is...... It's a flower that he has raised for so long, even if he doesn't say it, he definitely won't throw it away.

A few days later, the imperial doctors who thought they were going to come to collect the corpse found the energetic monk, who was watering the pot of peonies.

"Zen Master, it's winter now, and it's useless for you to water it. You're recovering from a serious illness, so it's better to rest. "After the imperial doctor finished checking the pulse of the monk and making sure that it was not a return to the light, he was relieved. Although he was surprised, he didn't make a big fuss. If you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, and the Zen master is already proficient in medical skills, and it is normal for him to heal himself.

After this battle, the monk never got sick again, and there were still signs of youth, which was rumored to be strange for a while.

The pot of white peony rewarded by the emperor never bloomed again, and the flower farmer said that the peony had withered to death, so it was better to change the pot. After the emperor heard about it, he ordered someone to find a lot of white peonies and planned to send them to the monk, but unfortunately the monk refused.

He was still taking care of the pot of white peonies.

Some literati and writers wrote a story, which is about a cliché story about a peony repaying his kindness and saving a monk, and the writing is tearful and moving. Later, after arranging the play, the monk also deliberately took time out to watch a play.

It's just that the monk is a little dumb, the pot of peonies he raised is neither gentle nor tender, just a young man with a very bad temper.

The senior monk occasionally flipped through the paintings painted by Wen Chunxiang, and couldn't help laughing.

No matter how young he is, he will be able to laugh again when he sees these paintings.

Thirteen years later.

The monk passed away in Huguo Temple, and there was a pot of withered peonies beside him.

"Hey, big brother, what are they doing?" A number of young novices were holding hoes, and a monk in a robe was holding a box with a solemn face. And behind him, there were countless guards and palace maids following, which was mighty and mighty, attracting many onlookers. A young girl quickly turned her head and asked a man next to her.

"Don't you know? The Zen Master of the Protector passed away, and those were the people who went to the funeral. ”

Before the Zen master passed away, he asked the new emperor to cremate him, bury the ashes and relics on the mountain, and put the peony he raised next to his ashes.

He is also a practitioner of Buddhism, and his ashes and relics will help Wen Chunxiang recover faster.

The new emperor agreed to this request, and he was grateful for the previous help of the monks, and in order to avoid being disturbed after his death, he was specially buried near the royal mausoleum. Then the relict of ashes was buried by the respected monk, and the novice, who was proficient in farming, removed the peony from the pot and buried it next to the monk.

It's a hundred flowers blooming again, and spring is coming.

The white peony quietly opened.