Chapter 25 The root of the bane appears

Zen was thrown on the ground, lying on the cool grass, looking at the lack of movement for a long time, Zen felt sad in his heart, and couldn't help but think: Oh, this is forgetting yourself!

At the moment, I want to cry without tears, not all of the black lines on my head, but I don't have a sense of zài. Gotta get some movement reminders to remind people.

Just wanted to make some moves, but he was very concerned about the idea of this nun, and she was a face-saving person. I was about to scream twice, but it was too embarrassing to think about it.

I can't afford to lose that person.

First impressions are important, and you have to leave a glorious image on people.

As soon as he thought about it, he was ready to carry forward the spirit of resisting to the end, and as soon as he shrank his body and kicked his legs, he began to struggle forward and crawl forward.

Well, it's like a big bug.

This body is imprisoned, it is difficult to move, and there is no strength in the body, and after tossing for a long time, no one pays attention to him. Not only that, but Zen's body was also full of mud, and all of a sudden Zen made himself like a beggar, not to mention any glorious image now, it would be good to be able to save face.

Zen was anxious, and immediately wanted to 'woo' twice, but then thought that if the nun saw him like this, wouldn't it be to laugh at him like a beggar. Thinking of these things in my Zen heart, I can't help but feel entangled. How good is this, the image is completely ruined. Thinking that the nun saw that she was covered in mud, how could she not change it, and suddenly Zen felt discouraged in her heart, forget it, let's be calm.

It's like being angry, and when you go to the ground for meditation, you won't be tossing anymore.

When the nun finished reminiscing, she came back to her senses and remembered that Zen was still lying on the ground. Turn your head and look, alas, what about people?

With a sweep of her eyes, she found that the person had changed places from the same place and unlocked the prohibition on Zen's body in the past, and the nun couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

The nun leaned down, saw the woman up close, smelled the faint fragrance, sat up, glanced at the nun gratefully, smiled calmly, shook her head slightly, and said, "Thank you master for saving me, the little monk is fine." ”

However, the nun couldn't help but be stunned at this time, the change in Zen's body was not small, was this rolling on the ground or what? Why is there so much mud? At the moment, she couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you have so much mud on your body?"

Zen looked very personable, and said indifferently: "It was left when I was fighting to the death with that demon." ”

Well, his face is not red and his heart is not beating when he says this, but he also has the face to say it.

Didn't it get good just now?

Fight to the death?

Is this a wrestling or something?

The two are still scuffling together?

The battle is fierce enough......

The nun was speechless when she heard this, she didn't poke it if she knew what he meant, and smiled lightly: "It's okay." ”

Liao Chan bowed to the nun and said, "Master, there is no way to repay the grace of saving your life, I don't know what to call you?"

The nun gave a complicated look at Zen, what kind of look is this? There are too many, too complicated things in this, and when she sees this, Zen can't help but be stunned. I only listened to the female nun: "Poor Nifa is a cold mountain." ”

The name is a little familiar, but I can't remember it anymore.

Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain......

Savoring these two words in my heart, I always felt that these two words had a lonely taste.

In front of Zen's eyes, I couldn't help but give birth to such a picture, on the snow-capped mountains, a white one, cliffs, inaccessible, not even animals, boring and monotonous, only a nun there.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely cold mountain, nowhere to solve lovesickness.

How lonely is this......

In an instant he seemed to understand, as if he understood.

But it was as if he didn't understand anything, he didn't understand anything.

It was a strange feeling, he knew that the nun was familiar, but he had never seen it before.

Not sure why.

When I saw her, my face felt familiar.

As soon as I heard her name, I felt pity.

Could it really be that we met in a previous life?

Zen couldn't help but be stupid all of a sudden, he thought he wouldn't be tempted, but when he saw her, he was really tempted.

I don't know if I have passed by, I have had a one-sided relationship, so I still remember seeing you again in this life.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

A Buddha horn woke Zen up, and looked up at Hanshan's eyes, only to see Hanshan's eyes clear, as if he knew what he was thinking.

Liao Chan hurriedly lowered his head, his heart was extremely nervous, a little helpless, but he was unwilling to bow his head in front of Hanshan, and immediately regained his courage, raised his head and said with a nervous smile on his face: "The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, and I will be sent by the master in the future." ”

This is basically a common face-saving word in the rivers and lakes, Hanshan didn't want to go to his heart, smiled and said indifferently: "I want you to do what I want you to do, I'm afraid you don't want to do it." ”

When Zen heard this, he didn't think about it for a while, and suddenly burst out of his mouth: "I am willing, you just want me to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, and I am also willing." After that, he raised his head and looked at Hanshan's stunned eyes, and his heart was like a deer crashing, and he was nervous to death for a while.

The two looked at each other, as if they were looking at each other for ten thousand years, but in fact, they staggered when they looked at each other. At the moment, Zen felt guilty for his gaffe leaking in front of Hanshan, and he didn't dare to have delusions. This is not only because Hanshan saved Zen, but also because of the gap in the identities of the two. The magic power of the cold mountain is strong, otherworldly, holy as a lotus, as if it is unattainable in the clouds, even if a trace of heart-warming thoughts comes out, Zen feels that this is blasphemy.

"What is this?"

Turning his head, Zen couldn't help but exclaim, the place where the man died, there was no man's body at this time, there was only the corpse of a beast, like a wolf and a tiger.

When Zen took a closer look, it was his own broken mirror. Zen was horrified, his eyes widened and he pointed at the beast corpse, turned his head to look at the nun and said incredulously, "This is that man?"

"Yes. Hanshan replied affirmatively.

How can it be?

There was a storm in Zen's heart, how could it be that the mirror was broken and transformed?

When is this?

How could it be possible to break the mirror and have such mana?

Who the hell is he?

He thought of others, thought of himself, and remembered a sentence in the Buddhist scriptures: a qiē has a way, such as a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be viewed as such.

This qiē seems to be true and illusory, if it is true and false, it is true or false, and in an instant, he couldn't help but let Zen lose his mind, and he couldn't help but suddenly understand why Mrs. Changchun said that the broken mirror was the bane, and it turned out that she had already seen the flaw?

Originally, he felt a little lucky to get the broken mirror, but was it calculated?

So, who is calculating himself?

Why should you count yourself?

I couldn't figure it out.

At this time, the gaze of the cold mountain behind him flickered faintly.