Ye Dingxi and I waited patiently, and it wasn't until the recitation of the mantra of the past life that Yun Jian opened his eyes and looked at us again.

The corners of his mouth tried to squeeze a smile out of his mouth, but he looked listless and extremely weak.

"Are you alright?" I worried and had to help him on the shoulder.

Yunjian nodded, looking at me with a confused look: "I'm fine." ”

"Lean east, take out the relics, and absorb the dry divine wood and the remaining filthy and evil spirit in this place. Ye Dingxi said.

I nodded in agreement, took out the relic, and threw it into the air according to Ye Dingxi's action just now.

Soon, a blood-red halo spread into the cavern, this time with a brighter and more dazzling light.

Yunjian's originally very tired expression suddenly woke up, looked at the floating relics and turned motionlessly, and pointed at it for a moment before saying, "Sister Dongtian, I've seen it!"

"Huh?"

Ye Dingxi and I were each surprised.

Yun said indirectly: "Uncle Sick has a book, and the book draws this red stone, which is also suspended in the air, but the blood light reflects the heaven and the earth!"

What the?!

I was even more shocked.

A small relic, reflecting the heavens and the earth?!

Ye Ding was silent, and the extremely shallow folds were gently twisted between his eyebrows.

That's when it happened.

The cave that had lost the nourishment of the withered sacred tree collapsed violently, and even the towering ancient pine turned into dry and broken branches, which shattered from branches and leaves to deep roots, turning into countless fine pieces of wood and falling into the stone mud.

Yun Jian looked around, suddenly recognized this place, pointed to a few small things that were faintly white, and said, "Radish!"

What turnips?

I didn't react for a moment.

Yun Jian said again: "Sister Dongtian, the radish you like to eat is the one I dug up here!"

What the?!!!

I suddenly felt a surge in my chest, and my stomach was even more upside down, and I couldn't wait for something to come to my mouth.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm missing a companion ......"

As I spoke, I walked behind a tree and threw up.

What the hell!

The radish I ate last night turned out to be a blood radish nourished by human blood and ghost energy!!

Cloud-to-cloud ratio

I reacted slowly, and when he saw that I was so unfigurative that he was retching, his little face became extremely ugly, but he didn't vomit, he just ...... Fainted.

......

Ye Dingxi and I took the little monk back to a Zen temple in the clouds, the front hall was empty, only a monk who was sick kneeling on the futon and chanting.

The rosary in his hand paused at our arrival, and his eyes were closed but there was no movement.

"Ahem. ”

I coughed lightly, "Master, I've fainted in the clouds." ”

The illness suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of worry flashed quickly.

"He, how's it going?"

Ye Dingxi's expression was slightly cold, and he said lightly: "It's okay, I'm too tired, and I'm too frightened." ”

We closed the door to the front hall of the temple and returned to his dormitory with Yunma.

A small room, which is too compact to turn around, but the child is spotlessly clean, with an electric light hanging from the ceiling, but because of the snow disaster, the room looks very dim even during the day.

"Yunma lives here?" I looked around, and I always felt a wet and uncomfortable feeling.

When he was sick, he recited Amitabha, and his voice was cold: "Being a monk is a penance, so what difference does it make if you live?"

"Yunjian is a child, and his health should be considered, and the monk's practice is to temper his mind and comprehend Mahayana Buddhism and great wisdom, but he doesn't say that a child should be treated undeservedly. "I'm a little dissatisfied.

For some reason, when it comes to the things of the clouds, I always get a little emotional, as if the familiarity I mentioned earlier makes me unable to see the clouds suffering.

Sick and silent, he quietly glanced at Yunjian, who was unconscious, and said slowly: "What the donor said is very true, I will change the bedroom for Yunjian later." ”

"Thank you, Master. ”

I politely stood up and saluted in return.

There was an accident in this temple overnight, and now there are two monks left who are sick and in the clouds, no matter whether a Zen temple can be maintained in the future, they will always depend on each other in the future, I can't bear to suffer in the clouds, but I don't want to see him alone in the world.

"Master of Sickness, do you already know about life, old age, and death?"

Ye Dingxi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly asked.

He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and flicked the rosary a few times, and then sighed deeply.

"Hey, all the suffering in the world is due to the retribution of bad karma, goodness

Evil cause and effect, there is reincarnation, poor monks are just small dust in the vast number of sentient beings, in the face of endless reincarnation, only chanting excessively, try to calm the impetuosity of sentient beings. ”

"There is no peace in the Three Realms, there are sufferings in the Six Realms, there are often birth, old age, sickness and death, just like the sea is difficult to fill, the master only cares about chanting the Buddha and turning a blind eye to the evil in front of him, is he getting rid of the world, or is he escaping?" Ye Dingxi asked coldly.

"Donor ......"

I was sick for a while, and the rosary in my hand was out of rhythm.

"Between heaven and earth, it is empty and empty, everything has its own karmic retribution, poor monks have been in a Zen temple for more than ten years, spreading Buddhism, enlightening the world, has tried their best to ......"

"I heard that the messenger of the Buddha should have a great bodhichitta that does not endure the suffering of sentient beings, does not endure the decline of the holy religion, does not seek happiness for himself, and only wishes that sentient beings will be free from suffering, but it seems that for the sick master, your practice is always a personal practice, and it has nothing to do with a Zen temple, nothing to do with sentient beings, and nothing to do with the three realms and six realms of heaven and earth. ”

Ye Dingxi's words were slow, but sonorous and powerful, word by word came out of his mouth, forming an indescribable force, in this narrow and cramped squatter room, as if a ray of light was ignited.

After a long time, the sick master lowered his head, held the rosary in his hand, and bowed deeply.

"Poor Monk...... Taught. ”

......

Coming out of the squatter room, Ye Dingxi and I looked at the west side of the temple at the same time.

When I came yesterday, there was still a high pavilion standing there, with red walls and blue tiles, flawless snowfall, and purple glow accompanied by the light, making the whole mountain top like a dream.

But now......

The smell of scorched earth in the ruins permeated the entire temple, and under the collapsed ruins was the shattered golden statue of Kui Jupiter, which seemed ironic.

I sighed and said, "Ye Dingxi, is it really a coincidence that we came to a Zen Temple to find Luo Wenyu's things, but we inadvertently broke the conspiracy of Desheng?"

He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

I didn't dare to blink at him for a moment, trying to hear the answer that I had been puzzled for a long time.

At this moment, Ye Dingxi's afterglow suddenly froze and pointed to my pocket.

I followed his gaze and looked down, and there was a blush inside.

"Oops!"

I took out the handkerchief with the plain print of half a year, pointed to the blood dyed on it, and said, "Little Tilt has been discovered!"