sun and moon return

Chapter 44 Nian Gu Temple

"What?" Feidao turned a deaf ear.

Zheli came to his senses: "I called it wrong..." That's right, he was too familiar with Feidao's voice, so he couldn't hear it wrong, this voice definitely didn't belong to Feidao.

"You want to get the fire core?" Feidao asked.

"Yes." Zheli replied, "I always feel that I can take it."

feel……

Feidao looked at him meaningfully.

The look of the fire core was reflected in the boy's lifeless eyes, he couldn't see it, but he seemed to be able to see it.

Feidao held Zheli's hand, and the coolness spread from his forearm to his palm, as if he had received tacit approval, Zheli slowly stretched out his hand towards the source of heat.

The middle finger was the first to touch the edge of the fire core. At that moment, the burning sensation burned his heart along the middle finger. Zheli frowned, and Feidao stared at his hand vigilantly until he slowly touched the real core of the fire core. Only then did Fei Dao let out a long sigh of relief.

"I got it." Zheli smiled, and he gently twisted the fire core, and it fell into Zheli's hands like an ordinary stone, "It's done! It's done!"

Feidao didn't have much joy visible to the naked eye, he just looked at the fire core in Zheli's hand and thought of something.

"Sir, this fire core..." Zheli lifted the Wannian iron to Feidao.

Feidao glanced at it, and said flatly: "It's just a decent weapon for yourself."

"This ten-thousand-year iron is precious, I... deserve it..."

"Since you can take it, you deserve it." Feidao said in an unquestionable tone, "Put it away, and I will take you out."

When the wind blew past the ears, and when the humid air after the autumn rain was mixed with the smell of wood, Zheli knew that they had left the rat spirit's cave.

I don't know how long I flew all the way, and I vaguely heard the distant bell of the Buddhist temple, Zheli was a little strange: "Sir, where are we going?"

"Go and treat the wound." A cold voice came, and Feidao had already carried him to the ground.

Zheli couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could this Mr. Xiao be a monk from this Buddhist temple?

His words and deeds were a little cold, but he looked like a master. Not long after, the image of a cold monk with the face of a master came to mind, and Zheli couldn't help laughing to himself.

It seems to be standing in a pine forest, the quiet pine scent is mixed with incense, and the wind blows the pine needles, rustling.

There were conversations in the distance.

"Mrs. Zhou, as long as the statue of the Holy Maiden continues to burn incense, you and your mother and child will be safe." A thick and slightly old voice came, presumably it was the master in the temple.

"Thank you, master." The woman's voice was full of respect.

His eyes fell on the gorgeously dressed Mrs. Zhou. She was pregnant and was holding a lifelike statue of a saint, carefully handing it to the stalwart man behind her.

The couple bid farewell to the abbot and left.

After sending those two away, Dao Yan stood where he was, and turned his cloudy eyes to the path next to him.

In the middle of the pine forest, there stood a young man who was as tall as pine and cypress, with an extraordinary temperament, and behind him was a blindfolded young man.

"Amitabha." Dao Yan smiled kindly, "Two benefactors."

Zheli was still in a daze, but Feidao had already pulled him to the gate of the temple.

Shengquan Temple has been established for a hundred years. It is located on the side of Foshi Mountain. There is a holy spring on the top of the mountain. The spring water is introduced into the temple, so it is named Shengquan Temple.It is rumored that the water of this holy spring can cure diseases, save lives and prolong life.

Because it was late, Dao Yan proposed to have another treatment tomorrow, so he told the novice monk in the temple to take Fei Dao and Zhe Li to the jingshe and settle them down.

At night, Zheli was lying on the couch, thinking about Xi'er, got up and asked: "Mr. Xiao, have you fallen asleep yet?"

Feidao naturally did not fall asleep, so he asked him what happened.

"I would like to ask you to write a letter for me, and send it to... to my family..."

Feidao was a little surprised, family members?

He laid out the pen and paper, and listened to Zheli read: "Well... just write, everything is fine, don't read."

After Feidao finished writing, he asked, "Where to send it?"

"In Luoyan territory, Xiaojiawan, Keruyun Inn." Zheli replied, he folded his arms and wrapped himself in a quilt, "Why did it suddenly become cold? The weather is so changeable."

Feidao didn't speak, and silently sent the letter out with spiritual power.

When he woke up the next day, Zheli felt that staying in the room was boring, so he pestered Feidao to accompany him to the temple.

The holy spring temple is full of incense, and there are many pilgrims coming and going. Many people come to ask for a pot of water from the holy spring, which is very famous.

The two strolled to the Daxiong Palace, and Zheli was dizzy from the incense. It was clearly the core of the whole temple, but Zheli always felt a burning discomfort.

He was about to flee when he heard a commotion nearby.It shouldn't be a trivial matter to be able to make noise in Buddhism.

Feidao looked in the direction of the treasure hall, and saw an old man discussing with the monk in the temple.

"Sir, what's going on over there?" Feidao didn't like excitement, and was about to leave when Zheli grabbed his sleeve.

A crowd of spectators quickly surrounded Zheli, almost knocking him to the ground.

Fei Dao took him, pulled him in front of him, took two steps back, and went outside the crowd, only to see that the old man was very emotional: "Since my son worshiped at your Shengquan Temple, he has been out of his mind all day long. You hang around in the temple all day long, and you still die in the temple, and you still say that it has nothing to do with you! Are you still human? Are you worshiping evil spirits from hell, or gods and Buddhas from heaven?"

"Benefactor Liu..." The little novice was quite anxious, but he couldn't stop the domineering old man in front of him.

"Although my son is a bookworm, the neighbors all know that he was always in good health, but he was born and lived with you for a day, and then he fell into dementia, became thinner day by day, and didn't want to eat. He died strangely and innocently!" As the old man spoke, he burst into tears.

Dao Yan quickly pushed aside the crowd and came to the old man: "Amitabha, benefactor Liu, the doctor I invited for Mr. Liu has explained that Mr. Ling is indeed suffering from hysteria, but it has nothing to do with our temple. Mr. Liu has been obsessed with books all year round. In the middle, it is because of her closed spirit that she suffers from this disease..."

"Don't talk nonsense, you killed him! Since he came to your temple, he always said those nonsense!" The old man was emotional.

Dao Yan chanted the Buddha's name: "Don't get angry, the benefactor, why don't we go to the Buddhist temple and talk about it in detail."

"Who wants to go to the Buddhist monastery to tell you in detail?! Let's talk about it here."

After making a fuss for a while, Dao Yan finally persuaded the old man to ask him to leave, and the old man followed Dao Yan away noisily.

"Oh, there's another scene."

Zheli heard the sigh of the middle-aged man next to him, and the man next to him asked him what happened, and the middle-aged man explained.

"This old Liu is a hunter at the foot of the mountain. He originally had a son who was very naughty. He liked to dig into the pile of books since he was a child. He was very bookish. Everyone called him Liu Shusheng. Last month, Liu Shusheng read I have hysteria, always talking about Yan Ruyu in the book, people are getting more and more strange, running up the mountain every day."

"Everyone thought it was because they were stupid in reading, so they didn't care too much. Liu Shusheng died in the temple half a month ago. It is said that his body is so thin that he has lost his bones. I don't know what kind of evil disease he suffered from."

"Old man Liu is the only son who died in the temple for no apparent reason. He is a poor farmer who doesn't understand anything, so he feels that someone in the temple killed him."

"Hey, this old man is also very pitiful. You say he doesn't know that he is fooling around. Maybe he knows. Master Daoyan's good reputation spreads far and wide, and everyone has heard of it. But if he doesn't come to beg for his son To be fair, it seems that there is no hope of living."

Zhe Li sighed, but Fei Dao was fine, so there was no reaction.

After watching the excitement, the little novice came to find Zheli and took him to the Jingquan.

The little novice led Zheli to a stone platform in the backyard and sat down. There was a lot of spiritual energy here, and there was a clear sound of water droplets, which must be the place of the pure spring.

He carefully removed the cloth from Zheli's face, saw that his eyes were red and swollen, and was staring blankly, so he used jade leaves to guide the spring and dipped them in Zheli's eyes.

"Well," Zheli felt cool and comfortable, and asked again, "Little master, is my eye hurt badly? What does it look like now?"

"A little red and swollen." The little novice said seriously, "Others are the same as usual."

After Zheli cleansed his eyes, the little novice chanted another Buddhist mantra: "The almsgiver sit here for a while and meditate for a while, and your friends will come to pick you up later."

As the footsteps faded away, the surroundings returned to silence, with the sound of water droplets, wind, leaves rustling, birds singing... the fragrance of grass and trees lingered around me.

The discount ceremony gradually settled down.

He didn't know how long he had been in samadhi, but when he woke up, someone was walking slowly on fallen leaves.

He stopped in front of Zheli, looked up at the shade of the tree with a little sunlight leaking, a gray-clothed sparrow was standing on the branch, hopping left and right, looking at him with its head tilted.

"Mr. Xiao?" Zheli asked aloud. After all, there was a person standing in front of him without speaking, which always made people feel eerie.what is he looking atDo you look at yourself?

Feidao lowered his head and sat down beside him.

Put things in your hands by your side.

The wide sleeves fell by the pool, and the cuffs were embroidered with silver thread cranes, which were caged in the afterglow of autumn, as if they were about to spread their wings and fly high.

"Don't move. Close your eyes." Feidao turned Zheli's face in front of him, picked out the ointment, and carefully applied it on Zheli's eyes.

The light blue paste is light and comfortable, and the faint unknown fragrance contained in it dilutes the smell belonging to Mr. Xiao in Zheli's nasal cavity, which makes him feel in a trance for a moment.

"Mr. smells a little kind."

Feidao paused for a moment, then glanced at his nose naturally: "Kindly?"

Zheli smiled: "Like a certain elder."

Feidao didn't bother to argue anymore, and after applying the medicine, he took a clean white cloth to cover it for him.

Twice a day, when he got up the next morning, Zheli felt that his eyes could sense light, and he couldn't help but be ecstatic, the huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

On the fourth day, as usual, shortly after applying the medicine, Zheli raised his hand and opened a gap in the white cloth, and saw that the sun was shining outside, casting mottled light and shadows on the path in the lush forest.

I can see it!Although it's still a little blurry.Zheli was overjoyed, and went straight to the window to stare at the trees, grass, flowers, and birds outside to enjoy himself. He had never thought that hearing and eyesight was a kind of happiness before, but at this time, he unexpectedly felt happy, very happy, so happy that he was about to cry come out.