Hidden Blade

At the time of Haishi, the snow at the foot of Dayuan mountain never stopped.

The gray snow covered the sky and earth, so that this would not see the stars of the night to add a calm.

Today, the foot of Dayuan mountain is a little bit more angry than before. The once bare snow is covered with tents and piled up densely here. You can hardly see the edge at a glance.

Campfires were lit everywhere in the camp, covered by wooden sheds, which made the camp bright, but even so, the camp was still full of more weird and silent than the snowy night outside the camp.

Naturally, the camp will not appear out of thin air, and patrol personnel can be seen everywhere in the camp. They were covered in white robes all over, but there was no sound in the place they passed. They were like ghosts. There was hardly any sound in the camp of nuota.

In the center of the camp lies the largest camp, which is different from those that have already extinguished the lights and are almost integrated with the night. There is still a candle burning in the camp, and there seems to be a shadow shaking in it.

There was a big fire burning in the huge camp, which was steaming, in sharp contrast to the cold night outside and the silence in the camp.

But Rao is so, in that camp, the monk dressed in luxurious mink hair seems to be a little cold.

"Cough, cough, cough." He coughed violently, then stretched out his hand to tighten his clothes. Standing behind him, a strong and a thin two people saw this situation, among them, the strong man who was like an iron tower rushed to ask, "is the temple master still feeling cold? I'm going to add some firewood. "

With that, the strong man stepped forward and looked at the posture to "do what you say.".

"No more." But before he got out of the tent, the monk's voice suddenly sounded, and his tone was very weak, as if it would stop suddenly at any time. "It's no use adding more firewood. My illness is not something that can be cured by a few pieces of firewood."

The strong man's mind was simple, and he obeyed the monk's words. When he heard the words, he left at a really good pace, and he had to take back the foot he had just stepped out.

"Better add some!" But at this time, a voice suddenly came from the other side of the camp.

A girl with purple eyes stood up and said.

The strong man hesitated. He seemed to be uncertain about who he should listen to. Therefore, at that time, he put his eyes on the monk who was not far away. The monk sighed and said, "it depends on your majesty."

When the strong man heard the speech, he was relieved and said, "Hello He said so, and then ran out of the camp, look at the posture is to find firewood.

"This aman..." the cold purple eyed girl seemed to be amused by the strong man's performance, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Ah, my disciple is simple in mind. In the future, your majesty will have to take more care of me. If there is anything wrong with me, please give him a way to live."

The monk's words had the flavor of explaining the future affairs, so that the skinny monk behind him changed his face after hearing the words, but he was more flexible than aman's skinny monk. He also understood that this was not the place where he could intervene. Therefore, he just buried his fright and didn't say much.

"Are you ready to die?" The girl with purple eyes, who just stood up, naturally recognized the monk's voice. She narrowed her eyes and asked in a deep voice. Her pupils shrank, and something seemed to be rolling in her mind.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has lived for 300 years. How can anyone live forever?" The monk said with a smile. Instead of the sadness and fear of a dying man, he was more relieved.

The girl with purple eyes stares at the monk. She stares at the monk.

Then, in a calm voice, she said, "I will not die."

The monk laughed again. He said, "Your Majesty is not the same. Your majesty is the son of heaven and the purest God in the world. He should live longer than the heaven. How can he die? But without this blessing, Wei Chen couldn't accompany his majesty all the time... "

the pupil of the girl with purple eyes began to shrink violently, and dark but powerful forces began to rush out of her body. The campfire in the camp began to jump, dark and bright, and the young girl's face revealed a ferocious and terrifying flavor under the flickering fire light.

She said again, "I..."

"don't you die!"

I don't want you to die, but these five words seem to contain some kind of magic. As soon as the saying goes down, the air in the sky is surging,

the black and purple mixed breath converges in the sky above the camp, and after a while, it rushes into the camp. Those breath covers the sky and covers the earth, carrying great power, and in an instant it pours into the wheelchair, pale In the body of the monk in black.

The monk's body was shocked. With the influx of those breath, his pale face became ruddy and his weak breath grew longer.

But this did not let him give birth to half a minute of happiness, instead, he looked at the girl with purple eyes and asked calmly, "Why are you suffering..."The girl with purple eyes bent her head and breathed heavily in her mouth. It seemed that this practice consumed her a lot. She raised her head, and her forehead was covered with sweat, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the monk and said, "you are my last relative... I won't let you die, you can't die."

After saying this, she didn't wait for the monk to give her a response. She waved her hand and said, "Heishan, take... Take the temple master down to have a rest."

At that time, the skinny monk hesitated a little, and then nodded at that time. He pushed the black monk's wheelchair and slowly walked out of the camp. But at the gate of the camp, they ran into the strong man who was rushing back with a big bundle of firewood.

Seeing this, the strong man was stunned at that time and asked, "has the main hall gone? Then the firewood

Heishan was obviously impatient with his stupid colleague. He rolled his eyes and was about to say something, but the monk in the wheelchair said, "send it."

The strong man heard the words and nodded his head, and ran to the camp with firewood.

Heishan looked at the figure of the big man leaving, then shook his head helplessly, and then pushed up the wheelchair again and walked towards the camp where the monk was.

"Heishan... How many years have you been with me?" But unexpectedly, that always taciturn Temple Lord, but at this time suddenly asked.

At the bottom of Heishan's heart, the monk is a very mysterious person. He is so mysterious that even if he has been with him for so many years, it is difficult to see his reality. He is always strategizing, as if all things in the world can not escape his calculation, which makes Heishan, who is proficient in the book of changes, marvel at it. In addition to important events, the temple master almost never chatted with anyone, except the girl with purple eyes.

Because of this, when the monk asked this question, Heishan was obviously stunned, and then he replied, "it has been 267 years since the master of the temple left the Taiyin palace and on March 5."

There was a smile on the monk's face. He said, "you remember it clearly."

"I dare not forget some things." Heishan also laughed.

...

two hundred and sixty-seven years ago, Confucian scholars who came out of the Taiyin palace walked aimlessly in the world.

He had been walking for many years and met many people. He set up a small stall and set up a stall where he went. He calculated the fate of many people. Most of the marriages and prospects could be fulfilled. But sometimes there were some variables. This variable was probably the heart of his master.

However, what he always held in his mind was the proverb that he spent several years in the Taiyin palace for the whole world: 19 is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the stars shine alone, and the Phoenix faces the ruins.

What is the meaning of this saying and how to explain it? This question has always puzzled the Confucians.

When he walked, he thought when he went to sleep. As long as he was free, he had to think about it. He wanted to return to the Taiyin palace again, but his master ordered him to experience in the world. When the opportunity came, he could return.

He didn't understand what the chance was, but he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the 16 character motto.

So he never put it down until one day, he set up a stall in a small city in liaozhou, but the business was not very good. Last night, the Confucian scholar who had been thinking about the proverb was sleepy.

"Fortune tellers may have divined for me." At this time, a soft voice suddenly sounded from his ear, pulling the Confucian scholar out of his sleep.

He rubbed his confused eyes and looked at the visitor, but he was stunned. It was a beautiful monk with a crying baby in his arms.

This kind of combination is somewhat strange. The Confucians could not help looking at it, but the monk had already sat down in front of the stall after saying this.

The Confucianist came to his senses and asked, "what do you want to be? Future or marriage? "

When he said this, he was a little angry and wanted to slap himself on the spot. How could anyone ask the monk about his marriage...

but the monk was not angry and said, "future."

The Confucian scholar secretly congratulated the monk for his good temperament, and then extended his hand to indicate: "Please stretch out your right hand and have a look with me."

But the monk shook his head and looked at the baby in his arms. The light in his eyes was soft, but he said, "look at her."

The Confucianist was stunned, but he quickly responded. He stood up slightly and looked at the child in the monk's arms. He was about to say something, but his body was shocked at that time, as if he had been hit by thunder and couldn't move.

The child was born with a pair of purple pupils. Although he was crying in his swaddling clothes like an ordinary child, in the moment of his eyes, the Confucian scholar's mind kept ringing those 16 words of proverbs.

19 for the extreme, the world return to the yuan, life star alone, Phoenix near the ruins.

19 for the extreme, the world return to the yuan, life star alone, Phoenix near the ruins.

19 for the extreme, the world return to the yuan, life star alone, Phoenix near the ruins....

the voice echoed in his mind again and again, as if something was going to break out of his mind. Despite the unspeakable fear, the unknown haunted the whole body of the Confucian scholar. He was clearly a child, but at the moment of his eyes, he had an impulse to worship.

In this way, he maintained the movement of slightly rising and remained in place until a long time later.

"Is that all right, sir?" The voice of the monk pulled the Confucians out of their trance.

Confucianist Leng Leng, he looked at the monk, but the monk's eyebrows with a if not if there is no smile, also looking at him.

"She is..." the Confucian scholar held out his hand and pointed to the child with trembling upper and lower lips.

The smile on the monk's face became more and more intense. He said, "this is my daughter, how about it? Is it cute? "

The Confucian scholar had no mind to think about where a monk's daughter came from. He just continued with a look of Horror: "but she... But she... Is not a person..."

the monk was not surprised by the Confucian scholar's statement, let alone half angry. He still said with a smile: "but she is still alive, isn't she?"

"If heaven wants people to die, people must die. If heaven wants to die, Chu will die. But I don't believe in the days, so I have to change the days. You see, if someone can change it, what's the use of the days calculated by the Zhouyi method?"

The scholar's heart was shocked. He stared at the monk, and his fingers under his sleeve moved back and forth. The bottom of his heart kept calculating the root of the monk in front of him. But the more he counted, the heavier his head became. Finally, he turned pale and straight out a blood arrow.

He held the stall, looked at the monk with a dispirited look, and asked with his last breath, "who are you?"

The monk stretched out his hand and gently moved to the scholar's brow. At that time, the vigor of Haoran ran ran into the Confucian. The recoil brought by his forced peeping at the fate of heaven was completely eliminated at that time. Then the monk said, "follow me. I'll take you to see what the number set on this day looks like."

Having said that, the monk got up and walked deep into the street.

The Confucian scholar stood there thinking for a long time, then finally bit his teeth and kept up with the monk.

And this is 267.

...

the snow fell on Heishan's shoulder, and the slight coolness pulled him out of his mind.

"Black mountain..." and the monk's voice also sounded at that time: "these days I have been thinking, whether I changed the days, or the so-called days are driving me, in accordance with its established direction. Am I a fish swimming against the current or a chess piece in it without knowing it

Heishan looked down in silence. He thought of the proverb he had calculated more than 200 years ago, and the situation he saw outside Chang'an City when he chased Ye Hongjian. After a long time, he said, "maybe... The days have never changed, or... We are all the lambs under the law of heaven..."

the monk was stunned, and his face looked a little lonely. But soon he laughed again: "is that so?"

"But can we go back?" he murmured to himself

The snow fell more and more, almost drowning their bodies.

"Lord, do you envy aman sometimes?" Instead of answering the monk's questions, Heishan asked.

"What do you envy him for?"

"He never looks back, he never looks back."

"Oh? Is that good? "

"Buddhists say that there is no end to the bitter sea, but since the bitter sea is boundless, when you look back and see the shore, but you can't reach it, what do you do when you turn back?"

"Ha ha. Heishan, you have a lot of wisdom. How about I make you a monk

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