In the most simple and simple tiled house of this Muru Temple, the gray-clothed old monk and Bai Yun sat opposite each other around a square table of Chen Mu.

The square wooden table has long faded to its original bright color, the scratches on the table are the evidence of the age of this table, Bai Yun is the second time to come to this courtyard, the first time was a few days ago when he first went to Muru Temple, that time it was dark at night, the lights in the house were dim, and after inquiring about the news about the people in Jixia, he hurried to the chrysanthemum garden, and he had no intention of paying attention to this ancient and simple square table.

The charcoal stove on the wooden table was roaring, the kettle on the stove was boiling hot, the lid of the kettle was chattering, and the splashing water fell into the charcoal stove, making a clanging sound.

The monk of Huiping didn't care about making a cup of tea, and the tea had just gotten off the teacup, so he said: "Amitabha, the young man said that he had encountered a great change in Beiyan, so he worshiped under the Jixia Gate, but it was inconvenient to say a lot on the stone road, and the poor monk did not ask in the end, there are no idlers in this courtyard, can you talk about it in detail?"

Bai Yun repeated the name of Huijing in his heart, as if he had figured out something but did not dare to decide.

Monk Huiping saw that Bai Yun's expression was frozen, and he was a little confused, but he quickly reacted, and said with a gentle smile: "Huijing is Senior Brother Li Jingxi's Dharma name." ”

Bai Yun lowered his head inexplicably, and the Shendumu Sword was put aside.

The monk Huiping lifted the lid of the kettle that had been boiling for a long time with a wooden tong, scooped up the boiling water with a wooden spoon, and poured boiling water into each of the two tea cups with tea leaves.

The Longjing in the south of the Yangtze River is famous for its pre-rain water, and the wrinkled tea leaves are suddenly rejuvenated under the boiling water, and the color is pale green and lush like a bird's tongue.

Bai Yun looked down at the tea cup, only to see the teeth standing, the soup was clear, and the fragrance was overflowing, but for some reason he couldn't beat the pleasing mind.

The gray-clothed monk was not afraid of the hot tea, and gently held the tea cup with both hands without any other movements, like a posture of warming up in winter, and then looked out of the door, his eyes were stunned on the Buddha characters on the brick wall in the courtyard.

In a trance, Bai Yun raised his head slightly, as if he saw the gray-clothed monk of the Buddha Temple in the city sitting opposite, and unconsciously his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white.

Huiping monk put down the teacup, his wrinkled hand slowly stroked the scarred tabletop, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved upward, as if recalling the mellow old things, and said in a gentle tone: "Thinking back then, when the poor monk was still a young monk, that is, Senior Brother Huijing did not think that the poor monk was dull, and gathered around this table every night to explain Buddhism and Zen with the poor monk, the years just flickered slightly, and the poor monk has become an old monk who has half a body into the earth, but it is unthinkable that Senior Brother Huijing went to the Pure Land of Bliss without a sound. ”

The monk Huiping smiled bitterly: "The poor monk, who is a junior disciple, has never even had time to say goodbye. ”

Tick, a crystal clear tear dropped on this old wooden table, the old wooden table seemed to be whispering.

Bai Yun looked at the Buddha characters on the wall outside the house, and quietly looked at the old monk who kept flashing in the corner of his eyes, and was silent.

"Amitabha. "The monk Huiping retracted his gaze,

Da Fangfang wiped the broken light from the corners of his eyes with the long sleeves of his gray clothes: "What happened?"

Bai Yun's face was like the sky of the wood like a mountain at this time, dark and lightless, and the waves faintly moved to meet with the monk Huiping, and after sighing lightly, he told the ins and outs of the old temple in the city that night to the presiding officer of Huiping.

After listening to the origin and end of the whole thing, the monk Huiping raised his eyebrows and stopped saying a word.

There was silence for the tea.

The monk Huiping stretched out his wrinkled fingers, scooped up the tea cup with moderate temperature, and picked up a piece of verdant tea leaves and put it in his mouth.

This move was exactly the same as that of the gray-clothed monk who had fled far away.

Every midwinter, Beiyan is always frozen for thousands of miles, and the wounded city is a snow pile, covered with tiles and white walls, whenever this time, gradually away from Xiao Gu and himself will always sit in front of the stove with the gray-clothed old monk to keep warm, the old monk in the tea to warm the stomach, do not forget to make a cup for the three children, Xiao Gu dislikes the tea soup bitter, after drinking a sip will always frown, an unbearable look, the tea taste is bitter and then sweet, when the tea soup flows through the throat to leave a residual sweetness, Xiao Gu and only then can he stretch his brows with relish, and the most temperamental of the three children, Zhong gradually leaves, will always nag him a few words such as not being able to endure hardship, Xiao Gu is sticking out his tongue and laughing。

The old monk would always smile and pull the corners of his mouth when he saw the small fight between the three of them, and he was never in a hurry to take a sip of fragrant and permeable tea, but first stretched out his fingers to pick up a piece of tea and chew it carefully. For children who are not fully minded, the bitterness of tea soup is really difficult to accept, let alone chew tea alone.

Once Bai Yun really couldn't hold back his doubts, so he asked the gray-clothed old monk why he had to pick up a piece of tea and chew it every time before drinking tea, wasn't he afraid of the bitterness of the tea?

In fact, this tea soup is not bitter, but you have not tasted the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy tastes of the world, so you will feel that the tea soup is bitter, in fact, it is the best taste of the world.

The three children scratched their ears and cheeks, but the old monk in gray laughed and said, "When you grow up, you will understand this truth." ’

Now that I think about it, it is like a world away, the words of the gray-clothed old monk in front of the stove are as rare as the gold left over after thousands of washes in the mud, and it spreads out layer after layer after layer in my heart, and the white clouds are inexplicably hot in their eyes, and two lines of hot tears go straight down.

Huiping monk closed his eyes and said almost weakly: "Amitabha, after the battle between good and evil, Senior Brother Huijing retreated bravely and disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and for a time there were different opinions on the rivers and lakes, some people said that Senior Brother Huijing was seriously injured in the battle with the Heavenly Dragon Society and had to retreat from the top of the rivers and lakes, some people say that Senior Brother Huijing left this magnificent river and lake because he saw through the many ties of the mortal world, and some people say that Senior Brother Huijing personally killed the sword god surnamed Feng, so he retired from the rivers and lakes with guilt. ”

"The great wars between good and evil back then were all caused by the spirit of the ice soul. The monk Huiping paused for a moment, and after swallowing the tea dregs foam,

He also said: "It turns out that the senior brother is for the sake of the common people in the world, and he took the ice soul to escape from the sparsely populated Beiyan, and suppressed the suffocating spirit of the ice soul with his flesh and blood. ”

Bai Yun wanted to tell the monk Huiping that the man in black who was hiding in the shade of the forest just now and waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, and the man in black wearing half a mask of Xuantie was the murderer who killed Li Jingxi, but he didn't know why he couldn't say it, even if he knew that the murderer was the man in black, it would be useless to do the same, who was the man in black, and why did the man in black kill Li Jingxi, all kinds of mysteries were surging like a tide.

Just now, the monk Huiping recalled the old things of the old people, and silently wept, Bai Yun could see that his friendship with Li Jingxi was not overnight, but as deep as a brotherhood, if he really told the truth, it would only add to the Huiping host.

Bai Yun thought again in his heart, why did the man in black attack and kill the master and himself?

Bai Yun remembered what the man in black said before he fled.

"Take care of it for me. ”

This sentence is a pun, and it is obvious that there is something in the words.

At first, the man in black was obviously running towards the monk Huiping, and he didn't have any killing intention against himself, but during the struggle, the killing intent of the man in black skyrocketed like a tide, and then he slapped his heart with a palm, and after being sucked into the internal force, all the killing power that rose to the top disappeared in an instant.

"Take care of it for me. ”

Bai Yun kept reciting that sentence in his heart, if the man in black used his strength, he would have absolutely no chance of surviving, why was this?

Thoughts wandered, and Bai Yun tried to string all kinds of doubts into a straight line that was easy to understand.

Bai Yun suddenly brightened, the reason why the man in black did not make a death move in the fierce battle of the right talents, and why he went to Bei Lan to attack and kill Li Jingxi, these groups came out at this moment, all because of the power of the ice soul parasitic in his body, the reason why he went to Bei Lan to attack and kill the gray-clothed old monk was to take the ice soul, but he did not kill in the fierce fight, because he wanted to use his body to raise the evil Jiao.

But there is one thing that Bai Yun still can't think through, the man in black wearing the gloomy dark iron mask made a mess of the layout of the Heavenly Dragon Society in the Leng Clan's mansion, and it is categorically impossible to be a member of the Heavenly Dragon Society, and on the night of the shocking change in the old temple of the Wounded City, although Bai Yun was in a daze and half asleep, he did remember that when the gray-clothed old monk handed over the Purple Sandalwood Buddha Bead to himself, the seriously injured black-clothed man was not around at all, so how did he know that the gray-clothed monk handed over the ice soul to himself that night?

"Could it be ... A fantasy thought swept through Bai Yun's heart, and the man in black had always been by his side, but then Bai Yun categorically denied it.

This thought was born from the heart and extinguished in an instant.

The evil Jiao has been sealed in the endless void for hundreds of years, and the violent qi is monstrous, and the gray-clothed old monk has suppressed the cold soul of the ice soul with his flesh and blood for many years, while the evil Jiao has been devouring the luck and blood of the gray-robed old monk every moment.

In other words, Li Jingxi's move is equivalent to cutting blood to raise the evil Jiao for peace, and in the process, the evil Jiao trapped in the endless void is also sucking endlessly

Wading in the blood of the old monk, waiting for the opportunity to escape from the endless void.

Now the evil Jiao escaped from the Endless Void as it wished, but it could only temporarily reside in Bai Yun's body, feeding on Bai Yun's essence and blood to continue to practice Taoguang and cultivate obscurity, waiting for the opportunity to lift the seal.

Bai Yun finally solved all the mysteries, and it turned out that the 'it' that the man in black said was the evil Jiao sealed in his body.

The man in black wants to borrow his body to raise the world-destroying evil dragon.

Bai Yun felt a chill penetrate his back.

(End of chapter)