Outside the Canji Courtyard, under the gaze of Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng, the old monk slowly came to them with a sinking face.

But when I saw him, he closed his eyes first, and folded his hands and recited a Buddha name. Then he opened his eyes and said slowly:

"Two donors, please follow the poor monk to the meditation hall for a talk."

Li Zhifeng was worried about Canji in her heart, but she couldn't go in to see her, so although Fang Cai was playing with Shan Zhuokun, her smile was still a little perfunctory. Therefore, he did not take the old monk's words, but asked to himself:

"Master, is Lord Chan Ji okay?"

The old monk nodded slightly, his face somewhat softened.

The poor monk had already made her take the calming herbs, and she was asleep at the moment, so the two benefactors needed not worry. However, the old monk still has a very important thing to entrust to the two of you, so please come with me. ”

After that, the old monk didn't wait for Shan Zhuokun and the others to continue talking, and walked forward directly.

Li Zhifeng stared at his back, and then looked sideways at Shan Zhuokun beside him.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Shan Zhuokun reached out and held Li Zhifeng's hand, and when he saw her looking at him suspiciously, he let go again, and said with a smile while scratching the back of his head with his hand awkwardly.

"No matter what happens, I'll take care of it, and it will never be fine."

When Li Zhifeng heard this, her heart warmed again. Stretched out his hand and held Shan Zhuokun's hand tightly, and said hurriedly:

"Since the master has something to say to us, let's go quickly, don't let him wait for a long time."

She said as she eagerly walked forward. Shan Zhuokun glanced sideways at Li Zhifeng, then looked down at the two hands that were tightly clasped together, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

Although he has long reached the age of falling in love, it is the first time for him to experience the feeling of heartbeat. Sure enough, as others said before, this taste is very wonderful, even ten million times sweeter than honey.

It turns out that it takes thousands of reasons to reject others out of the heart, and the heart is only a moment.

Along the way, Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng always inadvertently and quietly peeked at each other, but they were both beautiful in their hearts.

In the meditation hall, the old monk had been waiting for a long time, and at this moment he was standing alone at the door, listening attentively. After a while, with the sound of small footsteps, Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng appeared in front of them.

"The two donors, please come in, the old monk has been boiling tea and waiting for a long time."

Under the guidance of the old monk, Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng walked into the meditation hall. The three of them sat around a table with tea and snacks, chatting like old friends.

"The master just said that there is something very important to tell the two of us?" After a while, Shan Zhuokun cut to the point, "But it has something to do with Lord Chanji?" ”

The old monk picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then lowered his head and stared at the tea leaves that were constantly swirling with the water in the cup, and said:

"The adults are really clear-minded, and they can guess at the right time. The poor monk knows that you two will blame yourself for the changes in the donor today. But in reality this is just an external cause, and you don't need to be sad. ”

Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng quickly glanced at each other, what did the old monk mean by this? What are external causes, and what are internal causes?

"Master, I don't understand what you mean." Shan Zhuokun said confusedly, "Why did Lord Chan Ji become the way he is now?" ”

The old monk put the teacup on the table, sighed heavily, and said to Shan Zhuokun:

"I wonder if Master Shan knows what Xuncao is?"

"Xuncao?"

Shan Zhuokun muttered and repeated, while quickly searching in his mind. By the way, I remember that Master told me before that there was a plant called Xuncao recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

It is said that this is planted by the mother of the king of Kunlun West, the appearance is more weak than the ordinary grass, but the inside is extremely powerful, with the magical effect of activating the muscles, strengthening the bones, and resurrecting the dead. It's just that I don't know why the old monk suddenly mentioned this grass.

"Oh, my master once mentioned to me before that this grass is extremely magical and can resurrect people, I don't know, right?"

Although Shan Zhuokun had many doubts in his heart, he was still extremely calm on the surface.

The old monk nodded: "My lord is really knowledgeable, but do you know what the body of the county lord of Chanji did by Xun Cao." ”

"What did Xun Cao do?"

Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng said in unison, both showing surprised expressions.

I have seen it in a storybook before, saying that Nezha, the Taoist protector messenger with three heads and six arms, holding a fire-tipped spear, wearing a mixed silk and stepping on hot wheels, once cut flesh and returned his mother and deboned his father when he was a teenager. Later, Master Taiyi Zhenren remembered that he was pitiful, so he used lotus root to reshape his body, and re-injected his soul into the plant, only to come back to life and take on a human form. I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"That's right, Xuncao's body." The old monk nodded and said affirmatively.

Li Zhifeng glanced at Shan Zhuokun and said to the old monk curiously:

"But I heard that she was not originally a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, but the lord of Goryeo, the daughter of King Kui. Moreover, her biological brother also served as the king of Goryeo, but he was later killed by a traitor and his family was ruined. ”

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "What the county lord of Zhifeng said is right, it is true. ”

Li Zhifeng's body trembled suddenly, she originally thought that she had always been dressed as a man, and she was careful to be consistent with Shan Zhuokun in walking, sitting and lying, so she would not be so easily noticed. But I didn't expect that this old monk not only saw his gender, but also said his name so clearly, which was really unexpected.

"Master, how do you know who I am?" Li Zhifeng asked in surprise.

The old monk waved his hand at her and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about this? From the moment the two of you entered the Fayu Temple, the poor monk already knew where the two of you came from, but they never said it. ”

Shan Zhuokun saw that Li Zhifeng was going to continue talking, so he reached out and pulled her sleeve. Then he complimented the old monk and said:

"The master really has good eyesight, and I am afraid that nothing in this world can be hidden from your eyes. It's just that you just said that the county lord of Chanji is the body of Xun Cao, I don't know if there is any evidence? ”

The smile on the old monk's lips disappeared suddenly, his expression became solemn, and he reached out and took out a straw stick in the wide sleeve of the monk's robe and handed it to Shan Zhuokun.

Shan Zhuokun glanced at the old monk suspiciously, then reached out and took the straw stick, and looked at it carefully.

I saw that this grass stick was extremely thin, with yellow and green leaves growing on it, and it smelled faintly fragrant. 、

"Could this be Xuncao?" Shan Zhuokun looked at it for a moment and said to the old monk.

"Exactly." The old monk said promptly, "Do you think this smell is familiar, as if it is also in the body of the canji benefactor?" ”

Shan Zhuokun thought about it seriously, as if when Fang was in the courtyard, Chan Ji's body did exude this smell. And as her mood swings increased, the taste became more and more pronounced. It seems that the old monk is right, she is indeed the body of Xuncao.

"Master, I have one more question." After a moment, after Shan Zhuokun accepted this fact, he immediately asked another question, "Since the county lord of Chanji was originally also a flesh and blood body, why did he become the body of Xun Cao?" What is the reason for this? ”

The old monk's expression was even more solemn: "It's a long story, this canji benefactor is indeed a poor person. She and General Nazishu were originally a couple of heavenly lovers, but unfortunately due to the love tribulation, they were both sent into the mortal world and endured countless sufferings. And her original physical body was also destroyed because of this incident, but fortunately, Guanyin Bodhisattva thought of her infatuation and was really pitiful, so she asked the Queen Mother of the West to use Xun grass to reshape her human body. ”

Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng were also extremely moved when they heard the old monk say this. No wonder people say that this love is a double-edged sword, it can be the happiest paradise on earth, and it can also be a poison that takes people's hearts. Now that they saw that the Lord Chan Ji had suffered such an ordeal because of this, their hearts were also extremely sad.

"Master, since this Chanji County Lord has been resurrected, why is it so different from ordinary people?" Shan Zhuokun continued to ask.

"This is because Xun Cao has an extremely strong ability to resist and devour, which will turn people's divine consciousness upside down. Mild ones don't remember things, and severe ones go crazy. Speaking of which, Lord Chanhime's consciousness is strong enough, and in order not to let herself forget her lover, she has endured the double pain from her body and her divine consciousness countless times. If it really hurts, he will use this knife to carve his lover's name on the wall desperately. ”

As he spoke, the old monk reached out and handed a knife on the table to Shan Zhuokun. Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng glanced at each other and took off the scabbard that was on it. Sure enough, as the old monk said, the originally sharp tip of the knife has been sharpened to a dull level, and at a glance, you can know that it must have been used many times by the owner on hard objects.

"Dengzi, the county lord of Chanji is so pitiful, we must think of ways to help her."

Li Zhifeng looked at the knife, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

"Don't worry." Shan Zhuokun reached out and gently patted her hand twice to show comfort, and then said to the old monk, "Master, what do you think we can do for Lord Chanji?" ”

The old monk was silent for a moment, and said in a pleading tone:

"Don't hide it from the two donors, now that the body of the canji donor has reached the limit, if she doesn't let her consciousness fully awaken, I'm afraid that the catastrophe is just around the corner. The poor monk hopes that you can help me find General Zishu as soon as possible, so that I can make Chanji better. ”

"Zishu?" Li Zhifeng was stunned and said, "But I heard the imperial brother say that he died as early as the Xuanwumen Rebellion, how can he still find it?" ”

The old monk glanced at her, and then moved his gaze to Shan Zhuokun: "Even if the poor monk doesn't say anything about this, presumably the adults know what to do." ”

"But ......"

Li Zhifeng was about to continue talking, but was stopped by Shan Zhuokun.