Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 70
(11)

It was just a moment of trance, and the sword in his hand disappeared.The young man naturally tried to chase after him and jumped to get the sword back, but after leaning out of the stone fence, he was fascinated by the sudden gust of wind.When he opened his eyes again, the sword industry had passed through the thin cloud and disappeared.

Bai Feng stared blankly at the confused eyes, watching the Longming Sword that did not belong to him fall into the chaotic chasm under ten thousand feet, with mixed feelings in his heart.The old monk Xuanqing next to him walked to the lost boy with his Zen staff. The sound of the Buddha's bell on the staff drifted in the breeze, and it was very far away in the boundless blue sky and white clouds.He stretched out his old palm, placed it lightly on the other's shoulder, and smirked, "What's wrong, kid? Feeling sad?"

After the young man raised his head and sighed, he replied, "No! I am even more puzzled by why Master did this..." After Bai Feng finished speaking, he lowered his head to look down at the cliff, the lush land covered by the mist.

"Hehehe..." Xuan Qing sighed: "I thought that your master was trying to persuade people to turn back... Regarding that test, no matter whether the other party is against the old monk or not, the final outcome is nothing more than watching it with my own eyes. The sword I got fell into the abyss; or if the old monk I died on the spot, it would be difficult for the sword bearer to retreat!"

"Go back?" Bai Feng murmured, subconsciously turning around and looking back, what caught his eye was the weeds struggling to survive in the narrow gap between the bricks under his feet, and then the towering and solemn Buddha pagoda.

"Yes! It's the shore!" Xuan Qing also looked up at the tower and said, "You are so young as Young Hero, why do you have to follow the example of Jing Ke and Nie Zheng in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Carrying a long sword, with a knight-errant heart, no matter what happens? No matter how you throw your head and shed your blood, in the end, you will only be reduced to the dust of history. Now that the sword is 'nothing', why not seize the opportunity: whether it is to retreat to the mountains or take refuge in Buddhism. , it's not really smart."

The young man lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, and all kinds of images appeared in his mind: the violent death of his parents, the tragic situation of his benefactor, the lonely and lonely back of the master... He knew that he had no one to imitate, but the old monk couldn't say it. It was unreasonable, which made his firm heart wonder: "Are you trying to survive? Or do you follow your own heart and move on?"

"Heh." Bai Feng sneered suddenly, and then said: "Old monk, I may be the 'stupid' you call me!" After speaking, he turned to Xuanqing again, and bowed: "Please allow me to go down and take the dragon. Mingjian is retrieved!"

Xuanqing seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and he let out a long-lost laugh, and immediately said: "As expected of the apprentice of the 'White Snake Immortal'! At this time tomorrow, old monk, I am waiting for your good news in the tower. !"

After Bai Feng heard this, she turned and left to prepare for going down the mountain.Xuanqing looked at the back of the other party's departure, and suddenly saw the heroic appearance of his former friend. He couldn't help turning around and facing the boundless blue sky outside the stone fence, sighing: "You have taught a good apprentice! Alas, unlike me... …”

The young man who lost his sword did not dare to waste an hour, because it would take a day to go up and down the mountain, so in addition to preparing dry food and water, he also had to bring lamps for lighting.In view of the weak light of the red yarn lamp used in the temple, it is far inferior to the torch top in the wild, so he had to borrow some fuel and torches made of dry bamboo strips from the monks in the temple.After returning to Qingliang Temple and getting ready to go, Bai Feng, who was about to step out of the door, happened to meet Murong Yan, who had a sad face.

The two discussed the matter of looking for the sword, and Murong Yan was even more puzzled by what Xuanqing was doing, and even scolded her as a "bald donkey" like the Miao girl Mengdie, and offered to help Bai Feng. Then he went to the door to ask Xuanqing why he treated the sword that was so important to Bai Feng.The young man laughed right at this, "haha", although such a test was indeed very unreasonable: looking for an iron sword that fell from a thousand feet in a barren mountain.

It was night, and the twilight bell still rang slowly at that hour, as if it had been the case since the beginning of the world.The laws of nature, the reincarnation of heaven, are so clear every day and night in this temple.The monks returned to the room one after another, no one would notice how different tonight would be from the previous nights!Of course, except for Xuanqing Abbot.

During the day, the broken monk Jue Xin, who was emotionally out of control, was still sitting on the hardwood floor in the room, facing the door and meditating silently.A naughty young girl crawls behind him. Under the cyan poisonous spot that occupies the entire left side of her face, she outlines a small mouth that seems to never stop moving.

"Hey... ah! How are you sleeping here!" The Miao girl Mengdie complained on the bed.

"Xiao Seng can't let Meng Die go out to make trouble again." Jue Xin replied.

Mengdie glanced at the thick arm, thinking of how abnormal her heart felt today, she felt sympathy, and with his careful care along the way, even if her heart was made of stone, she wouldn't be unmoved, right?

Under such a natural situation, the girl with a budding spring heart used the dim and dim light to quietly squat in front of Jue Xin, and slowly put her body on the opponent's back.She put her peculiarly-spotted face against the other's cheek, and the touch like snake scales made Jue Xin feel shy, Meng Die immediately said softly: "Why don't you sleep with me? That way I won't will run..."

After hearing this, his whole body trembled with chills, and his body froze for a moment. He then hesitantly replied: "Mengdie...Please...don't say these words...rest early."

"Okay!" Meng Die said, "I understand, I know...good night..." After that, she turned off the lights and went to bed.

Such a sudden ambiguity made Jue Xin, who had never been tainted with worldly air, extremely excited.He knew that this was due to his lack of practice, so he became even more obsessed with chanting and meditating, trying to completely forget everything he had just done.

Oh, and I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard a strange noise outside the door, so I wanted to open the door to find out.Unexpectedly, it was Master Xuanqing who was outside the door.

"So you're here, Jue Xin?" Xuan Qing asked.

"Master, please listen to my explanation!" Jue Xin glanced back at the Miao girl on the bed, and replied in a very low voice.

Xuan Qing smiled and said: "Forget it, you come with me..."

Xuan Qing nodded and agreed, and then the two of them were led by Xuan Qing with the lantern and walked to the Buddha Pagoda.The two went upstairs from a narrow spiral staircase and entered a meditation room.There is only one Buddha statue in the room, a low table, and several Zen felts, and the rest of the empty spaces are filled with books and scriptures.

Xuan Qing first lit the surrounding wax fires one by one, and the room gradually became brighter.Then he sat on the felt, spread his meditation staff across the low table, and began to speak: "Kue Xin, do you remember what happened today?"

"Little monk remember!" Jue Xin replied with clasped palms.

"You were too emotional at that time, and you wouldn't listen to what the old monk said to me. That's why I wanted to talk to you alone this night."

"The abbot actually cares about the little monk's affairs so much, and the little monk really can't repay it!" Jue Xin bowed and said respectfully.

"Kue Xin! What do you think of my Zen staff?" Xuan Qing asked.

"Uh?" Jue Xin said puzzled: "Master Hui Xuanqing, the little monk doesn't understand..."

The two talked for a long time, what was the result?After a while, Master Xuanqing was alone, standing on the edge of the cliff behind the Buddha Pagoda with only a lantern in hand.His misty eyes looked into the abyss in the dark night, as if he could see the young man who was looking for the sword in it.

(End of this chapter)