The meal in Zhaoyou Temple is very good, so that the two of them eat very comfortably.

Zhou Zhengqing smashed his mouth: "To be able to make simple meals so delicious, no matter what his character is, he must be a serious and thoughtful person."

In normal times, the monk must have handed over the gourd, making this swarthy face who couldn't stop eating a little ruddy. It's just that in this pure place of Buddhism, there is a feeling of returning to the Jinglu Temple.

The bored young man had to pick up the dishes and chopsticks again and eat a few more bites, even if he was full, but he had never resisted this appetite.

The two little novices pushed the door and entered, and first performed the Buddha salute with one hand: "Little Master, please hold it, and the little donor can be with him if he wants." It was the little novice who didn't even want to introduce his own name before, and this time he directly gave up the names of the two and shouted a small word directly.

The other little novice was honest, just put away the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the table, picked up the food box and turned around and went out.

Zhou Zhengqing really wanted to give this little novice a little hardship, and his disdainful look was really a little bad.

The two of them went to meet the abbot with the little bald novice with a not very round moon.

The place of meeting is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that makes all the immortal sects dream of it, this eight-story pavilion is not decorated with magnificence, but only dazzling with its uprightness.

Zhou Zhengqing was able to watch it carefully up close, the door was very spacious, there were no carved beams and paintings, just simple stone steps, dripping eaves, and green tiles.

A cyan bronze bell hangs from the door.

Unlike other places, the door of the Pavilion is open to the outside, and it has the goodwill to open the door to others.

Xiao Shami opened the door, the action was very light, the wooden door dialed the copper bell above the door, the copper tongue collided with the inner wall of the bell, the crisp sound sounded, there was a gripping heart, suddenly realized the artistic conception.

This high-rise building must have spent a lot of thought at the beginning of its construction.

The little novice led the two in, then exited the scripture pavilion, and the wooden door closed as the bell rang.

As far as the eye can see, hang a clean plaque engraved with this ancient seal in the high place, and in the low place are all kinds of bookshelves, bamboo slips and papers, of different shapes and colors. The various books are divided into categories and organized.

A young monk in his twenties walked out with a bamboo slip in his hand, gray cloth monk clothes and shoes, but his temperament was quite outstanding. is different from the monks around Zhou Zhengqing, the monk who is also young has an ordinary appearance, but he is calm, elegant, without sorrow or joy, as if he has no desires and no desires.

"I am the keeper of this Zhaoyou Temple, and I am also the abbot here, and the Dharma name is evil" The monk raised his head and put down the scriptures in his hand. When the monk returned to the Buddha salute, Zhou Zhengqing smiled, and hurriedly bent down to salute, in front of this monk who could poke his own fingers, he still couldn't jump too high, and he didn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person.

The young monk with the name of Dharma came over: "You know me"?

Zhou Zhengqing smiled with a smile on his face: "Your name is so loud, you can hear it when you cover your ears, you can hear the old bastard who killed a lot of scourges with just one hand, and it is relieved to hear it, and now it is really rare to see someone who can be so majestic."

The monk nodded, his face useful. Zhou Zheng saw it clearly, and dared to love the demeanor of this master just now, all of them were pretending to be fucking, no wonder the little novice was so underbeaten, it was all crooked on the upper beam and crooked on the lower beam.

patted the shoulder of the junior who spoke very well, and he didn't know whether to talk to himself or to the monk: "It's a bit of a bully in terms of age, and you have to add the word ancestor many times in terms of seniority, so you can call me Uncle Sheng, and it's not bad to let yourself pretend to be tender for a few days."

Don't dare to be careless, the monk called out respectfully: "Uncle."

The expression on Chengxi's face was even more exciting, obviously happy, but he coughed twice to show his solemnity: "Do you know that monks like you are all from Zhaoyou Temple?"

Then he asked himself: "You definitely don't know, even the Jinglu Temple where you are is also from the Zhaoyou Temple, and several seniors of the temple went out to set up another portal because of some misunderstandings, that is, the Jinglu Temple where you are located." The two temples are originally of the same origin, and the little master and nephew of the realm, I want to leave you here to take over as the keeper of the Zhaoyou Temple. ”

Zhou Zhengqing is an outsider, so it's hard to say anything about this matter, but he is just shocked.

The monk also did not expect that this famous and amazing keeper of the Zhaoyou Temple would have such thoughts.

In the Zhaoyou Temple, every once in a while, or a few years, or a year, there will always be a part of the monks who leave the Zhaoyou Temple and travel to various places.

The first is to verify the Dharma learned, and the second is to accept disciples from the disciples. Therefore, the monks inside and outside the temple are a lot.

If such a temple wants an outsider who is only half of his family to be the master of the house, it is really surprising and unpredictable.

The monk was speechless, and it was obvious that this current scripture keeper had only spoken half of what he had said, and there must be something to follow.

The evil monk turned his back to the monk and stretched: "Don't give me an answer so quickly."

With the two of them, they paced in this small Tibetan scripture pavilion: "In this life, people have always suffered, and no one can stay out of it, so there are immortals, gods, Buddhas, and so on."

From birth, the fetus is in the mother's body as if it were in a narrow prison, its limbs are curled up, and the fetus suffers and the mother suffers."

As he spoke, the evil monk had already followed the stairs and entered the second floor.

The moment the two of them took a step, the aura around them seemed to condense into substance, squeezing towards the two of them.

Zhou Zhengqing was in a lot of pain, and he couldn't use his spiritual power at all, and even his body seemed to be suppressed together, the feeling that his whole body was about to be crushed into pieces made him really feel powerless, and he twisted his neck with difficulty, seeing the same pain as the monk, he was sweating profusely, and his face was already a little purple, and this pressure had seriously affected the breathing of the two of them.

The evil monk who was already on the second floor showed a harmless smile for the second time: "Don't wonder what ten thousand laws do not invade, it is all a means used to fool people who have no ability, the pressure you have experienced, I am also experiencing the same pressure, for different people, the pressure here is not the same."

Zhou Zhengqing and the monk struggled desperately, and finally walked through some kind of powerful formation between the first and second floors. At this moment, the strength to scold the mother was gone, and she sat on the ground and slowly recovered her strength.

I never thought that a strong stinging pain came from all over the two of them, and the hot feeling provoked the eyes of Zhou Zhengqing and the monk, and tears couldn't help dripping.

The evil monk directly left the two of them, regardless of them, and began to stroll around the second floor: "At the beginning of people's birth, they began to grow up gradually, and then slowly grew old, and people tried all kinds of ways to stop themselves from getting old, elixir, immortal law, and immortal magic. They all want to be young forever, but they have never really realized that this process can only be delayed, but it can never be stopped. ”

The monk stood up strongly, the green tendons on his forehead exposed, and the intense stinging pain disappeared. Zhou Zhengqing noticed the strangeness of the monk, and quickly got up, although he didn't have any strength, but it was okay to grit his teeth and stand up.

After all, the monk can insist, and he is embarrassed to retreat. The two followed behind the evil monk who walked slowly, compared with the first floor on the second floor, the layout is almost the same, but the words on the plaque on the second floor are still ancient seals, but the words have been replaced by the old.

The staircase from the first floor to the second floor is on the left, while the staircase from the second floor to the third floor is on the right. The evil monk took the two of them straight to the stairs, but every time they took a step, the three of them would age a little, and the three young men from the beginning slowly grew beards, and their hands and feet became stronger. It's just that slowly, the hair of the three of them also began to turn white, and the evil was the fastest, followed by the monk, and Zhou Zhengqing was the slowest.

The legs and feet began to be sore, the white hair appeared on the head, the ears and eyes were unknown, and the taste and smell were tasteless.

There are only twenty wooden ladders, but Zhou Zhengqing and the monk are as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The monk who has also become senile is walking like a fly, sitting at the top of the steps, grinning: "When he is happy with what he encounters, he does not know that old age is coming; he rides a fast horse like a dragon, chases a deer and drinks blood, but he does not know that old age is coming; when he feasts on flowers, he drinks on a moonlit night, and he does not know that old age is coming." After speaking, I got up and went upstairs.

When the two of them finally climbed the twenty steps of the staircase, they finally went up to the third floor.

This time, without waiting for the evil monk to speak, the monk turned back into a young body, regardless of the discomfort in his body, he forcibly stood up and staggered to keep up.

Zhou Zhengqing slapped his head, he couldn't afford to mess with people who were more serious with himself, and he couldn't afford to be a monk who was more serious with himself. He followed, and for him, it could only be regarded as a special experience, but it was really painful. And the monk is really competing with himself, taking all this as a real suffering experience.

The plaque on the third layer has been replaced with the sick character of the ancient seal, but there are relatively fewer books.

Crossing the third floor, Zhou Zhengqing became more and more sure that the people who built this scripture building must have thought about setting up these things that cannot be said to be formations or illusions at the beginning of the establishment.

Wind cold, tuberculosis, plague, one after another, here, several people all put the most bitter and painful disease in the world on their bodies with the feeling of ordinary people.

The voice of the evil monk that made Zhou Zhengqing grit his teeth with hatred sounded: "Life is very short, but it is easy to provoke diseases, and it directly urges the human form to stand upright, but still seek to live."

The monk still followed the evil monk seriously, becoming more and more resolute.

The plaque on the fourth floor is a dead word, and Zhou Zhengqing, who followed cautiously, has already stepped on the first step with one foot before he can think of the strangeness of this layer. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the kind of killing intent that he had experienced countless times made Zhou Zhengqing feel like falling into an ice cave.

I couldn't dodge, I clicked, I only felt that I was unconscious in an instant, it was a decapitated torture, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already stepping on the second step.

Next, every two steps, it is a new way to die, hanging and suffocating, swallowing gold, splitting the car, burning the body, ....... This complex experience of repeating life and death made Zhou Zhengqing and the monk unable to slow down for a long time after going upstairs.

The monk continued: "The word death is the deepest fear of all living beings since birth, the perception of life, running, eating, hunting, and cultivating, everything is for the sake of living, so death is feared by sentient beings, and even panic all day long, and people worry about the sky for nothing, and this is just the nature of life."

The plaque on the fifth layer is no longer a short word, and the three big characters of 'love and farewell' are still ancient seals. It's just that after an instant, the two of them are no longer a scripture pavilion in front of them.

Zhou Zhengqing was like a soul, floating in the sky, and white clouds passed by.

The figure slowly descended and entered a small room. There was nothing in the room, just a bed, a dresser, a table, and two chairs.

A swarthy thirteen-year-old boy half-knelt beside the bed, holding the woman's right hand tightly on the bed.

The woman's face is haggard, but she still does not show half aging, she is wearing a red dress without half of the charm, elegant and calm, and her indescribable temperament can only be described as handsome.

That swarthy young man was Zhou Zhengqing back then, and the woman on the bed was his mother who could only see him in his dreams for more than three years!

The beautiful big eyes of the woman in red have lost their former vigor at this time, and she is worried that this hard-working child has left her, and whether she can marry a wife and have children safely and spend her life.

There is also the eldest son who is far away in the world and takes on his father's responsibilities with his young body, and her two children are miserable.

was extremely weak, but he tried his best to lift his strength, and said softly, "Xiaoqing, my mother is leaving here, go to find your father, I haven't seen him for many years, I miss him very much." Mother hopes that you will be able to be safe in the future, marry a wife and have children, and give birth to two big fat boys. You have suffered a lot with me, don't blame me. ”

The swarthy young man burst into tears, he didn't make a big noise, he wanted his mother to leave quietly: "Mother, you are the best mother in the world, don't worry, Xiaoqing will be safe."

The woman in red, who still had a lot to say, only said a good word when the words came to her mouth. There are still a lot of things in this world that are worth her nostalgia for, but there is no way, she has to go!

The sixteen-year-old Zhou Zhengqing, who was floating in the air, reached out and wanted to grab the other hand of the woman in red and put it on his equally wet cheek.

But he couldn't, he couldn't hold a single item here, he couldn't grab anyone's hand, and he couldn't change anything that happened here.

He could only keep screaming, he wanted to give up this game, but he was extremely nostalgic, he was afraid that if he left, he would really never see the gentle mother again.

The swarthy boy had used up all his savings. He dressed his mother and dragged the coffin out of town. Two men and women, who were a year or two older than the boy, chased after them in an ox cart.

Zhou Zhengqing, who was floating in the air, hugged his head, cried bitterly, kept thinking about the sky and shouted: "Let me look at it a few more times, please, please"!

He was almost insane, but there was nothing he could do. Because he clearly knows that from now on, he can really only miss it in his heart.

The surrounding scene was extremely fast, and Zhou Zhengqing returned to the Tibetan Scripture Building, at this time he was exhausted, sitting on the ground in a daze, tears constantly falling, like the hard-working child more than three years ago.

In fact, he has always been that child, since his mother left, even if there are those two Xiao Jiu brothers who are also teenagers, Sister Jin Yi, but most of the time he is still alone!

The monk also came back, Zhou Zhengqing tried his best to adjust his emotions, that monk must have also experienced this so-called love parting, and the pain would not be half a point less than himself.

His own little brother once said: "A person's strength in pain can bring strength to another person in pain."

Came to the monk's side, sat down slowly, and looked at the silent monk.

Zhou Zhengqing didn't know that just now in that parting of life and death, the monk was also present, and the monk experienced more than just his own life and death.

This young monk has experienced countless scenes that have nothing to do with him.

Does it really matter? This has to be asked to the monk himself.

He saw a war, the city was besieged, and he tried his best to defend the pass for his brother, and fought hard to break through the siege for his brother, but he didn't have time to return to the city.

The elder brother reluctantly closed the city gates, leaving his brother alone with ten thousand arrows piercing his heart outside the city.

I also saw the children of the powerful, wantonly bullying young women, and their parents sent black-haired people.

I also saw immortals with advanced cultivation, who killed their wives and children for the sake of immortals, and cut off their mortal relationship.

I also saw that the demon fell in love, was strangled by the righteous monk, took its demon pill, ate its flesh and blood, and took its roots and bones to refine the magic weapon.

I also saw the woman Guixiang in Taoyuan Village, who lost all the hole cards that had been calculated, and then a ghost couple stepped into the trap that had been arranged a long time ago.

What he saw, more than one thing, more than one person, not only immortals and ghosts, what the monk saw was the appearance of all beings, and it was the separation of all beings.

The monk got up: "Send him out, this is my suffering, I came by myself, my road needs someone to walk with me, but his should not be a fellow traveler."

The evil monk nodded slowly, this time, he did not experience the love parting of one of the eight sufferings of the Buddhist family, he only quietly watched this monk from the side.

Cheng Xi was very satisfied, the monk did not disappoint him, and his suffering had already given him confidence in this young monk.

From now on, it seems that he really has to take into account the advice given by a junior. Whether the monk really stayed to be a scripture keeper, or really did something that no one had ever succeeded, he would not object.

The keeper of this Zhaoyou Temple continued to climb the steps, and the monk followed silently behind him.

The difference is that this time, Zhou Zhengqing has become a bystander.

He didn't refuse, he couldn't refuse, he didn't know who he would experience if he continued.

It's his brother who is far away in Kyoto, or the rebellion of the year.

Zhou Zhengqing's face was very complicated, and the experience just now had made his heart sway.

He wanted to continue with the monk hand in hand, but he was really powerless. As the monk said, this may really be the monk's own business, he Zhou Zhengqing and the monk are not fellow travelers, just fellow travelers.

In fact, the person who walked in front, the keeper of this Zhaoyou Temple, was also a little worried in his heart at this time.

He knows very well about some of Zhou Zhengqing's details. It is precisely because of this that he is afraid that he will leave a difficult situation for Zhou Zhengqing's future here, in case he causes a mess, his little body that bears evil is really a little unbearable, and he can only hope that this young man will not be really so fragile.