Yuantong held twelve topaz in his hand, and the warm color of the jade dissipated the fear in his heart.
He was overjoyed and turned around to leave, but suddenly froze.
With a startled glance, he saw that a certain lotus platform was empty.
"ha……"
A long breath of fishy, wet and cold breath spread from the back of his head into his collar.
He was trembling all over, but he still held on to the jade tightly, not daring to look back, and walked away.
However.
A sudden wind passed by.
Dou Da's head soared into the sky, and the lantern fell to the ground. It was immediately extinguished when it was poured with blood.
In the darkness, reflected in his dilated pupils, a tall black figure lifted up the headless body and drank heavily against the neck.
………………
It will be dawn.
The two monks walked back drunkenly with their arms crossed, and while they were talking, they winked and looked affectionate.
Suddenly, the two people's movements stagnated, and then their expressions changed drastically.
The door of the house that the two men were supposed to be guarding was wide open.
The two looked at each other in shock and rushed into the door together.
The first thing I saw was a body with separated heads and fell to the ground, with yellow jade scattered around. Looking at Ben Yuan again, I saw that a gap was opened in the neck, but because an iron nail had penetrated it, the head was still upright.
The other "flesh-body Buddhas" were all struggling and squirming on the lotus platform.
Seeing this, the monk who rushed to the door hastily pulled off the rosary beads from his wrists and placed them one by one on the head of the "Buddha".
These "Buddhas" immediately became quiet, and the two twisted their hands and feet back again.
Everything seems to be back to normal, but...
"Senior brother, one is missing."
"No... not a single one is missing."
The two of them looked at the corpse on the ground.
………………
After the new rain in the empty mountains.
"Old man, if you bother me for a moment, you may know where Yuyun Temple is on this mountain."
The old man under the pine tree looked confused.
Li Changan shouted from across the mountain stream.
"My father-in-law?"
"Oh!" The old man seemed to have just woken up from his confusion. He turned around and looked around for a while before he saw the young short-haired Taoist opposite.
"Is this Taoist priest calling me, little old man?"
Li Changan nodded and patiently asked the question just now.
"Yuyun Temple?"
The old man muttered something, but then he sank into his long thoughts.
The wind blows and the clouds pass, and the pine waves burst into waves.
The old man finally spoke.
"It's been so long that I can't even remember it. Probably..." the old man looked back and pointed at the mist-shrouded mountain, "...deep in this mountain."
After saying that, the mountain breeze blew, and the person was already flying, passing through the treetops with the wind, and disappeared into the mist in a blink of an eye.
After all, he is just a wandering soul in the mountains. How much can he remember?
Li Chang'an wasn't too disappointed, but he was just tired of repeating the mountain road, and when we met on the left, he asked casually.
He smiled, turned around and walked deeper into Yunshan.
………………
This rain cloud seems to be attached to this mountain.
Li Changan had only walked for a while, and then he started to wander again.
He held a big umbrella, but the mountain wind carried rainwater from all directions.
Li Changan climbed up the hill in embarrassment.
Suddenly.
A clear voice came from deep in the forest.
"The road to the cold mountain passes by the cold stream."
"There are birds chirping in autumn, but there is no one in silence."
Someone?!
Li Changan looked for the voice and followed him.
From a distance, I saw a monk in white walking along the stream.
"Monk? Wait."
Li Changan's brows were filled with joy and he stepped up his pace to catch up. However, when he reached the ground, he looked around.
The mountain rain is pouring, and the stream is pounding. The rainwater has mixed the mountains, rocks, streams, and trees into one color, blending into a mountain and rain picture. However, the white monk is not in this picture.
Gone? Ghost?
Li Changan was not surprised but overjoyed. He summoned Chonglong Yu, but found nothing.
At this time, there was heavy mountain rain.
Li Changan had no choice but to give up the search. He raised his eyes and saw that the crown of a yellow-horned tree next to him was higher than the forest. It looked like a roof.
He hurried over and saw ten people hugging the yellow horn tree. Next to the tree was a bluestone as big as a house, and a small thatched shed stood between the bluestone and the tree trunk.
It's raining heavily, and you happen to find a shelter in the wilderness. How lucky is this?
Unfortunately, there is already a "guest" under the thatched hut. It is a stone Buddha. It has been weathered over time, and I don't know which Buddha it is.
Li Changan bowed to him.
"Anyway, the Bodhisattva has a body of stone, so why not give this shed to the path?"
After saying that, he invited the stone Buddha out and got into the shed by himself.
Not to mention, with the shelter from the rain, you can actually see the beautiful mountains and rain, but you are really tired from the trek. He put the sword across his knees, used an umbrella to block the wind and rain, and fell asleep leaning against the bluestone.
…………
I don’t know the length of time in my dream.
A little bit of wind and rain hit his face, and Li Changan immediately woke up, his eyes were like lightning, and his sword chanted softly.
In front of us, the trees are trees, the mountains are mountains, and the water is water. There is no difference. But where are the umbrellas to protect them from the rain?
Li Changan turned around and saw to his surprise that his umbrella was holding on the head of the Buddha statue.
He pressed his sword and observed the Buddha statue for a long time.
That’s right, it’s just a stubborn rock.
Full of doubts, he took the umbrella back, kept it where it was, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It didn't take long.
My face felt cold, and the wind and rain had just poured into the shed.
Li Changan opened his eyes suddenly and reached forward to fish it out.
But he saw the umbrella spinning on the ground, and there was a bunch of Buddhist beads in his hand.
He put it under his nose and sniffed.
"well?"
There is only the smell of rain.
………………
Li Changan found the temple.
In other words, the ruins of that temple. Yuyun Temple has long been reduced to rubble and rubble. The faceless Buddha's head emerged from the rubble, covered with moss and weeds growing wildly.
Only a section of wall remains in the side hall, which can barely provide shelter from the rain.
Li Changan was not disappointed that the temple was in ruins, or in other words, it was the ruins that he was looking for in the first place.
He walked under the wall, Shi Shiran sat down, closed his eyes and rested.
I don’t know how long it will take, maybe it will rain for a while.
Li Changan opened his eyes as if he felt something.
But I saw that the collapsed walls were erected little by little, the houses were rebuilt behind them, the green tiles flew back to the roofs, the plaques in the main hall were mottled, and the Tathagata's treasures were solemn in the sandalwood scent.
In the courtyard, the dead trees are in full bloom, and the grass that covered the knees has receded, revealing the bluestone path.
"Crunch."
After exiting the mountain gate, the red-painted door opened, and a monk in white walked in in the rain.
He walked up to Li Changan and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha, young monk Kongyan, please ask me the name of the Dharma Master."
"The monk sees the courtesy, but the poor Taoist Xuan Xiao."
After finishing speaking, Li Changan looked at the monk up and down with great interest. This Kong Yan had a handsome face, and his temperament was just like the autumn rain in the empty mountain, clear and bright.
But he has a good face that can deceive the lady and madam into paying for sesame oil. If he is still alive...
Li Changan moved half a seat and smiled:
"Monk, why are you standing in the rain? Come and take shelter together."
"The Taoist priest is joking." Monk Kong Yan stood still and responded calmly, "The little monk is a lonely soul in the rain, why should he support himself on the roof tiles."
This answer was quite free and open.
Immediately, he also asked.
"I don't know why you came to this deserted mountain and ruined temple?"
"Without him."
Li Changan held his sword across his knees and told him calmly.