Zhihong took Ling Zihuan and walked slowly, the door of the meditation room "squeaked", gently pushed open, and the two walked in.

The whole room is quite spacious, the four corners are red lacquer pillars, blue brick paving, and a wooden door is opened on each side, which is made of paulownia wood, and the red lacquer is also used, which looks very solemn.

What caught Ling Zihuan's eyes was a picture of Guanyin Master holding a bottle of water purification and jade dew hanging on the wall in front of him, and a pair of incense tables was placed below, on which were four plates of fruits, namely pears, apples, oranges, and oranges; before the fruit offerings stood a copper stove, on which three branches of fine sandalwood were inserted, and wisps of light smoke were wafting in the air.

At the back of the incense case, there are three futons, on the middle of the futon, there is a middle-aged man in a moon-white monk's robe, he closed his eyes tightly, a moment ago was still beating the wooden fish, at this moment his hands are folded, his face is solemn, motionless, thoughtful.

Zhihong walked straight to the incense table, lit three sticks of incense, inserted them in the incense burner, and added three wisps of light smoke to the sky above the incense, which slowly drifted into the air. Then, with his hands folded and a face of reverence, he knelt on the futon on his left and bowed and bowed.

"Senior brother, is there something wrong?" Zhichen said lightly, with a hint of casualness in his tone.

Ling Zihuan stood quietly at the door, watching Zhihong's skillful movements, and when he heard Zhichen's deep voice, he glanced at Zhichen in a moon-white monk's robe not far away.

His back slowly, slowly met Ling Zihuan's eyes, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart!

The light smoke lingered slowly, as if in another world, desolate and pathetic......

However, it is this complex emotion that is like a drop of nectar after rain, moistening the originally barren soil. The rooster cries at dawn awakened the originally sleeping earth.

It's just that he is still young and has too little experience, how can he easily see through the rights and wrongs, grievances and hatreds in the world?

No matter how long it has passed, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, there is a piece of warmth that is still clear and pure, always silently providing nutrients.

Ling Zihuan frowned, then retracted the look on his face, and moved his gaze elsewhere, although looking at Zhichen's back, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, but he didn't think about it anymore after all.

Zhihong knelt on the futon next to Zhichen, glanced at Zhichen, and raised his eyebrows pretendedly, "Senior brother, the latter is Ling Zihuan under the Xuanqing Sect, and he is also an old man who met his junior brother four years ago. ”

When Zhichen heard Zhihong's words, his body moved slightly, and he glanced at Zhihong deeply, because Ling Zihuan's injury was indeed his surprise.

After relieving himself, he stood up and turned around to face Ling Zihuan.

Ling Zihuan glanced at Zhichen, and saw that this person was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, dressed simply, with a few wrinkles engraved on his face, but under the maintenance of his profound cultivation, it was not very conspicuous.

"Xuanqing Sect Ling Zihuan, I've seen the master!" Ling Zihuan clasped his hands together.

Zhichen was stunned, he didn't react for a long time, his eyes always fell on Ling Zihuan's body, from head to toe, up and down, and then focused his gaze on his chest, as if he was looking for something.

Ling Zihuan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhichen with strange eyes, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Seeing that Zhichen was stunned there, Zhihong couldn't help but step forward and explain Ling Zihuan's injuries clearly, and then Ling Zihuan also explained the treatment methods that the fat man said.

After listening to this, Zhichen did not hesitate at all, his face was solemn, and he took a deep breath, "Without further ado, let's start!"

The next moment, in order not to disturb Zhichen's healing, Zhihong pushed the door and walked out, and only Ling Zihuan and Zhichen were left in the empty meditation room, only Ling Zihuan and Zhichen were left, and they were all sitting cross-legged on two futons, facing each other.

Ling Zihuan ripped off his shirt, revealing smooth and fair skin, and his chest muscles were slightly bulging, glowing a little bronzed. There is a red jade hanging on his chest, with a transparent luster, which Ling Zihuan has worn since he was a child.

When Zhichen saw this red jade, his heart shook slightly, and a pair of cloudy eyes slowly flashed with light, but it seemed that many years had passed.

"Sure enough......"

It's been sixteen years, it's been sixteen years, and I can still see this jade pendant, but it's a pity that time has passed, and things are wrong!

Seeing Chiyu, Zhihong's mind inadvertently appeared with the scene of the year, and the beautiful woman in white appeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.

However, this wisp of sorrow has gradually faded a lot with the erasing of the years, perhaps after sixteen years of meditation in the Phantom Sound Temple, even if he has not completely seen through the red dust, but the concentration in his heart is still quite good.

Ling Zihuan had several deep wounds on his back and arms, which should have been left after the last battle with Xiao Muchen on the Golden Candle Peak.

Although the scar has been formed, in Zhichen's opinion, the blood at the scar is still flowing non-stop, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, which is extremely shocking.

Fortunately, Ling Zihuan closed his eyes and didn't see Zhichen's expression at the moment.

After that, Zhichen sorted out his mind and couldn't think about it anymore, because right now, he had to concentrate on dispelling the demonic qi in Ling Zihuan's body, dissolving the blood congestion, and opening up the blood.

......

About two hours later, only to hear the sound of "poof" in the meditation room, Ling Zihuan's qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest, red and purple.

Then, Ling Zihuan's eyes were dark, his body was weak, he fainted, his body was covered with beads of sweat, his face was pale, and he looked very haggard.

Zhichen glanced at Ling Zihuan deeply, felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly helped him put on his clothes.

He had a lot of things to say, and if he wanted to ask Ling Zihuan, he probably wanted to know how he got on the path of cultivation, and what happened in the barren village?

After Ling Zihuan fainted, Zhichen wanted to carry him to the guest room in person, wanting Zhihong to lead the way, and also instructed his apprentice to go to the herbal medicine room to prepare a pair of nourishing and healthy medicines for Ling Zihuan.

"Senior brother, you ...... Why bother? It's a little thing that you can't let others do, so why do you have to do it yourself?"

Zhichen's face was indifferent and silent, and the sleepy Ling Zihuan leaned quietly on his back. Ling Zihuan is not lightweight, but for Zhichen, who is behind him like condensing qi and refining his body, it is not a problem at all, he is on his shoulder, and his face does not change.

"Lead the way!"

"You are a senior monk of our Phantom Sound Temple, what will you think if you let others see it along the way? Wouldn't it be a loss of your identity, let your subordinates do it!"

The corners of Zhichen's mouth moved, his face was still indifferent, and he said word by word: "What a high monk, in front of him, I am just an irresponsible father, the decision made back then may not be so important whether it was wrong or right anymore, but now it ......"

"Hey, I'm worried, if Ling Zihuan knew, he would definitely be suspicious, and besides, haven't you seen through your sixteen years of meditation and enlightenment?"

"Lead the way!"

"You ......"

Zhihong sighed, he really couldn't resist Zhichen. In desperation, he walked in front and led the way to Ling Zihuan's residence. Fortunately, there were no pedestrians on the way, even if there were inner disciples or ordinary people who burned incense and worshiped the Buddha saw it, they were afraid of the prestige of the two eminent monks, Zhichen and Zhihong, so they didn't take a second look.

They settled Ling Zihuan, who had fainted, and after a few words of advice to the fat man and Qiu Qinhan, they walked out, it was still the stone road in the mountains.

......

"Senior brother, I know how you feel at the moment, seeing your son, but you can't recognize each other, you must be sad in your heart. But as a junior brother, and even more so as an old friend of 20 years, I still have one more thing to say. ”

Zhihong's face was solemn, and he continued: "You are now a senior monk of our Phantom Sound Temple, and you are a model for many warrior monks under your sect to follow, you can't act willfully!"

Zhichen's face was gloomy, a pair of awe-inspiring eyes looked at Zhihong deadly, and said indignantly: "Heh, isn't it just carrying him back?

The corners of Zhihong's mouth twitched, and there was a hint of surprise, because when he saw Zhichen's expression when he said this, he sneered disdainfully, which was quite playful, completely detached from the external image of being a warrior monk in the temple, but it was exactly the same as the identity sixteen years ago.

He was surprised that after sixteen years of hard work in the temple, he finally transformed from Xuanqing Sect Wuye to Zhichen of Phantom Sound Temple, but because of Ling Zihuan's appearance, he suddenly returned to the original.

After Zhichen finished speaking, he also felt that the tone of his speech was good, and he glanced at Zhihong's expression with his residual light, then took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart, lowered his voice, and continued: "No matter what, this is what I should do!"

Zhihong took a step forward and said with a smile: "Don't don't, don't say that." I knew that when I met Ling Zihuan four years ago, I shouldn't have injected a stream of Buddhist internal strength into his body. ”

"The Qi Condensation Technique cultivated by the Xuanqing Sect is completely different from that of the Phantom Sound Temple, and he must have suffered a lot for it. As he spoke, Zhichen's eyes flickered faintly.

"On the way to your meditation room, he asked me why he gave him the true qi of the Buddha sect back then. ”

"You didn't tell him, did you?" Zhichen frowned.

Of course not. However, I wondered, are you his own father? Why do you have two hearts on your body and can cultivate two different internal skills at the same time, why didn't Ling Zihuan grow two hearts?"

“......”

Zhichen glanced at Zhihong and didn't say anything. Half-paid, he suddenly remembered something, and said lightly: "Maybe in Zihuan's body, most of them still inherited the powerful power of his mother's spirit clan. ”

"But, having said that, after sixteen years of this, I hope you know better than I know what to do next. Once you take this wrong step, then the mistakes of sixteen years ago, and the plan of four years ago, will make you unrecoverable, and the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Zhichen let out a long sigh of relief, the vicissitudes of life on his face were much thicker, and he nodded lightly.

"I know that!"

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