I woke up in pain, when I woke up, the candle in the room was not lit, I couldn't see the black of my fingers, my eyes were open for a while, and I thought about what happened during the day intermittently, Bai Yi should have gone down the mountain to join the others, if he shot harder, I was afraid that his heart would be broken on the spot, which would be really scary.

Not only did I think it was harmless, but I also misjudged the scheming of the cold-faced man. It was not easy for him to enter Qinglu Temple in the name of the city lord.

My throat was so dry and my limbs were weak that I struggled to sit up, but my body was not fit and I fell off the bed, and I shivered violently on the cold winter ground, and my body couldn't get up.

If I stay like this for one night, the next day I will definitely have a high fever and it will be difficult to go away, the cold-faced man is not in the temple, I am the only one living in this separate courtyard, no one will come to help me, I have some despair that I can't say.

I moved as hard as I could towards the table, and the bandaged wound on my neck was torn open again, and blood seeped through the gauze, which I didn't know.

Suddenly, the door of the house was pushed open from the outside, and a figure came leisurely with a lamp in his hand, and the person who came came slowly, not slowly, and I guessed who this man was, and it was difficult for him to come late at night to find out my whereabouts, and in order to prevent me from escaping, he really had a heart.

Silence soon realized that something was wrong, he swept away, the bed was empty, and when he looked closely, he saw me lying on the ground weakly, unable to scream, and very embarrassed. He put the oil lamp on the table, squatted down to help me up, reached out and probed my forehead, his expression slightly sunken: "You have a fever." ”

I suffered an arrow wound, and before the wound healed, it was easy to cause a high fever, not to mention that I still had the residual poison in my body, and I was weak. I didn't think about it so much when I killed myself, but now I regret that I am so dizzy and uncomfortable.

I struggled to open my mouth, he pressed it to my lips, and I was so dizzy that I squeezed out the words, "I—I want to—want to drink—water." ”

I was picked up by him, he carried me to the bed with a cold face, put me on the bed, took a soft pillow behind my waist, and poured a cup of hot tea, I couldn't connect to the cup of tea, he handed the teacup to my mouth, and helped me drink it one by one.

I was so thirsty that I quickly drank a cup of tea, and he poured another one, and I still drank most of it, and my dry throat was moistened and much more comfortable, and my strength regained little by little, and I pulled my eyelashes away from him.

According to the agreement, the cold-faced man will return to Qinglu Temple tomorrow, the battle between the two countries is coming to an end, the situation is changing rapidly, I don't know how long I will be trapped, under the faint swaying light, most of his silent face is hidden in the shadows: "Lord Xuan is really a good means, his people went to Qinglu Temple so quickly, but unfortunately it is not the time." ”

His words hit his ears word by word, a monk who escaped into the empty door knows the situation in the world well, he dares to say that his purpose of hiding in Qinglu Temple is simple? The abbot praised him for his great wisdom, and he was afraid that he did not only appreciate him.

I mocked him: "Master Dugu was killed, don't you go down the mountain to mourn, Dugu Yuan?" ”

His eyes lit up, and then dimmed: "The little monk has no relationship with the Dugu family for a long time, and it is useless for the donor to provoke me with this." ”

"Tiger poison does not eat children, Master Dugu expelled you from the clan, ruthlessly abandoned you, Mrs. cowardly and ashamed of you and even more determined to die, your brother is selfish and reckless, but when you are cold, he enjoys rich and rich brocade clothes."

"You know these better than me, Duguyuan."

I sneered with a vengeance, stared at him without squinting, and when I said it, he finally saw a crack on his indifferent and detached face, and almost fled: "Donor, you are burned, the little monk is going to fry the bowl of medicine." ”

He wanted to leave, but how could I just let him go, and said loudly: "Duguyuan, the Buddha said greed, hatred, hatred, hatred, and hatred, can you really do no hatred, no regrets, no desires and no desires?" If you can do it, why do you step into the red dust and obey him? ”

"I heard that Master Dugu attaches great importance to Dugu Hao, his death, most of the power of the Dugu family will fall into the hands of Dugu Hao, after all, Dugu Hao is quite contemptuous of his eldest brother Dugu Qian, and he has long coveted the position of the main family, or is the death of Master Dugu inseparable from Dugu Hao?"

"Dugu Hao is narrow-minded, how can he tolerate a dead person living in the world, he should be the one who can't keep you the most. Thinking about it this way, it makes sense that you are only protecting yourself by getting close to that person. “

His words were mean and forced, and he looked at me in disbelief when he was flustered, his face was in pain, and he said gloomily: "Why should the donor be so hard? ”

It was as if he had fallen from heaven into the mortal world, and his expression was as confused as a child who had gone the wrong way. He also tortured countless times, why is he the one who bears so much pain? At the age when Chenghuan should have been under his knees, he was accompanied only by thick scriptures and hard practice in the temple, and with the mind of a child, he couldn't figure out many things.

His birth was regarded as a sin, the expulsion of the family, the abandonment of his biological parents, like an indelible imprint following him, he was still an infant and was thrown into the wilderness by the people in the Dugu Mansion, who left him to fend for himself. When the abbot traveled far away to pick him up and took him back to Qinglu Temple, the abbot said that he had a relationship with the Buddha and taught him personally, and he was the abbot's only closed disciple.

But how could he feel nothing in his heart? On the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, there is an endless stream of pilgrims in the temple, and many of them come to discuss profound Buddhism with him, and they only think that he is a monk with advanced cultivation, and they are not familiar with his own desires that he is unable to overcome as a disciple of Buddhism. He hated the Dugu clan who had abandoned him. He threw this hatred in the darkest corners of his heart.

I remember that one year Dugu led the family of more than a dozen people to come to the temple to worship the Buddha, they are distinguished guests, naturally received by the abbot personally, he stood in the distance and looked at it from afar, has always been calm A heart waves frequently, the spirit of the middle-aged man is his biological father, and the handsome young man standing beside him has a good temperament, the appearance is unforgettable, a pair of demonic peach blossom eyes are so familiar.

The abbot knew his life story well, arranged everything properly, and did not embarrass him. Master Dugu wanted to see the abbot's closed disciple, but the abbot politely refused, saying that he was ill and inconvenient to meet guests.

They are all his closest relatives, but he can only watch a few times from such a distance, if it is not him who is abandoned, maybe the personable young man who stood beside Master Dugu that day will be himself, he admits that he is a little jealous of the young man in the snow-white brocade robe.

Once a person who has no desires and no desires has a thought in his heart, these distracting thoughts will swell day by day, and they will be infinitely magnified, and these thoughts will entangle around his heart, and he will seem to be obsessed. Every time he moved the desire that should not be had, he knelt down in front of the Buddha all night to confess to the Buddha, and there was only a crisp sound of beating wooden fish in the empty Buddha hall all night, only then he would feel better, he was obsessed with it, and lived up to the abbot's careful cultivation.

In the end, the abbot saw through his thoughts, so that he could teach in the hall every morning and tell him to comprehend the way of cultivation.

After more than 20 years of thinking being spied on, he walked out of the room in a daze, looked up at the frosty and cold moon, and suddenly felt that no amount of cultivation was in vain.