When ・・・・・・ Muyan woke up, he slept in a very simple room, and there was a strong smell of aromatherapy in the room, and a little monk stood aside and looked at him and said, "Shaoxia, you finally woke up." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Mu Yan wanted to get up, but he didn't want the little monk to reach out and stop him, looked at him with a nervous expression, and said, "You are very seriously injured, Master said that you should rest for a long time, and you should not spend too much effort to avoid aggravating the injury." ”

Mu Yan looked at him with a calm expression and said, "Little master, what about the other young man who came with me? How is his injury? Has he been saved? Where is the person now?"

The little monk looked at Mu Yan and said, "I don't know, the master ordered me to take care of only one young man." ”

Mu Yan looked at him and was stunned, struggling to sit up, the little monk hurriedly stepped forward to help him, Mu Yan only felt a sharp pain in his waist, frowned slightly and slowly straightened, the little monk stood in front of Mu Yan and said with a solemn face, "Young man, you can't move now, the master said that your wound is very deep and you need to rest for a few days before you can get out of bed and walk around." ”

Mu Yan was anxious to go out and looked at the little monk with a hint of annoyance, seeing him with his hands folded, he looked like an admonition and went straight around the door to open the door, the temple was dark, black and green smoke, the stone road paved to the outside of the temple, old and clean, there were still some flowers and plants in the courtyard, and there was no one in the past.

Mu Yan turned his head to look at the little monk who came up and said, "Where is your master?"

The little monk looked at Mu Yan and said sincerely, "I don't know, I never left when the master told me to take care of you, so I didn't know where the master went, so it was better for the young man to go into the house to recuperate and rest." ”

Mu Yan looked at the little monk with a serious appearance, and couldn't help laughing in his heart, three words did not leave the master, he was really afraid that the master was afraid of it, he turned around and walked to the backyard after a glance, the little monk hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Shaoxia, this is the master's residence, you can't go in, the master said ・・・・・・"

Before the little monk's words were finished, Mu Yan went straight through the backyard, no matter what he asked, the little monk could always go around the word master, and there was a trace of helplessness in his heart, so he pushed the door straight in, but the room was empty, and he looked at the little monk who followed up with a puzzled look, "Little master, where did your master go?" ”

Before the little monk could speak, he heard a deep voice from outside the door, "Young man, the old man is here, I don't know what the young man is asking about?"

Mu Yan walked out of the door, looked at the old monk, and said with a slight respect: "Thank you for the master's life-saving grace, please forgive me for offending the master in my heart." ”

The old monk looked at Mu Yancihe and said, "It's okay, in the early years, the old man and your master had a relationship, and it is also a chance to meet you here today because of fate." ”

Mu Yan looked at the old monk and said, "Master, what about that friend of mine, how is his injury?"

"There are too many opportunities in this world, Shaoxia, you will be blessed if you have good thoughts, but ・・・・・・ Amitabha, good and good," the old monk looked at Mu Yan a few times and said slowly, "The son you care about is in the meditation room of the other courtyard, if you are concerned, you can go and take a look." ”

Mu Yan slowly walked to the meditation room that the old monk said, and a trace of worry gradually appeared in his eyes, he was so seriously injured that he didn't know what happened?

Pushing the door in, Chu Yan sat on the futon, looking like an old monk in a settled position, Mu Yan slowly stepped forward to look at his pale face, and before he could speak, Chu Yan's eyes opened and looked at him, his eyes were calm and indifferent, looking at Mu Yan and said, "What about the old monk?" Mu Yan knew who he was referring to, and said, "What about outside?"

Chu Yan watched him get up and pass sideways and said, "It's okay." And he looked at him no more, and walked out.

Mu Yan's face changed and he was puzzled but he also followed, the two walked to a side courtyard, planted several bamboos in the courtyard, built a small pavilion, and put a few stone benches, the old monk sat on the stone bench with a peaceful complexion and held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand as if he was reciting scriptures, and the little monk stood aside with his hands folded as if he was learning from it.

Chu Yan walked up, his eyes were shining, but mixed with a burst of coldness, and he said calmly, "Old monk, why do you want to save me?"

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yan with a calm expression, "Donor, all things in the world have a Buddha heart, the way of heaven has no relatives, and he is always with good people, that young man is right, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the old man really doesn't want a life to wither in front of him." ”

"Then you don't need to spend all your body internal strength to cultivate to save a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes that everyone wants to get rid of quickly, old monk, there are far more killing thoughts on my sword than you imagined, you saved me and created more killing thoughts, but now ・・・・・・ regret it?"

The old monk looked at Chu Yan with compassion in his eyes and said slowly, "Amitabha," but the little monk looked at the coldness in Chu Yan's eyes and said, "This donor, the master was originally a monk who had no quarrel with others, and he worked hard to save you, but it was my master's fault?"

Chu Yan looked at him with a cold smile in his eyes, "Of course, did he save me with my consent?

The little monk seemed to be angry, his eyes glared at him, but he didn't want the old monk to look at Chu Yan and said, "The donor doesn't have to be angry, it's true that the old man is not thoughtful, and he got up slightly and said, earthly things can't be persistent, and hatred is also,"

Chu Yan sat down and looked at the old monk, and the corner of his mouth hooked up a cold smile: "The eldest husband stands between heaven and earth, if he can't slash the enemy, what face does he have to stand in the world and walk the rivers and lakes, isn't he ashamed of this sword in my hand?"

The old monk looked at Chu Yan, and there seemed to be a look of exhortation in his eyes: "Don't waste your good life, your hatred will one day blur time・・・・・・ good, good." ”

Chu Yan glanced at him lightly, his expression of compassion and compassion seemed to be filled with endless kindness, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Good? If good and evil are really united, then my master and mother will not die in the deep valley, and their lives will not be born? Do you think I will care? Even if thousands of people take my life, so what? I am alone and have no worries, so why am I afraid of life and death." ”

The old monk glanced at Chu Yan sadly, and said as he staggered, "Investigate life and death, but you can't break hatred, Amitabha." The little monk left slowly.

Chu Yan's eyes looked indifferently into the distance, but his eyes were dark and pressing, Mu Yan slowly approached and sat on another stone bench, looking at him as if he was considering it in his heart, and said after a long silence, "Chu Yan, is your injury really cured by that old monk?" "Yes, if it weren't for him spending his whole body to cultivate his internal strength, I'm afraid my life would not be guaranteed,"

Mu Yan was slightly stunned when he heard this, "Chu Yan, maybe you should really let go of the hatred in your heart, you have gone too far on this road and paid too much, do you really think that there is only hatred left in your life?"

Chu Yan looked at the sword in his hand, there was no discoloration in his eyes, but his tone was very calm, "What else is left?" I have nothing left except this life and the sword in my hand, if I have to say it, it is hatred that seeps into my bones, as he spoke, he instantly picked up the sword and walked out slowly, took a few steps, glanced at him sideways, and said, "Your injury is serious, we might as well stay here for a few more days, anyway, no matter how much changes and chaos in this river and lake make no difference to me." ”

Mu Yan looked at Chu Yan's figure walking away, his posture was lazy and cold, and everyone looked at the temple carefully, the breeze was full of gray and heavy colors, revealing loneliness and coldness, but there was a layer of majestic and faint golden light under the sunlight.