Chapter 75 The Monk Under the Moon

On the moonlit night, the cold wind is steep, and the Luoshui River flows quietly from the side of the Cang Mountain, and the stars on the river are crystal clear with ice floes. In winter, the surface of the Luoshui River will always be frozen for such a period of time, but this still can't stop the river from slowly surging at the bottom of the ice and rushing into the sea.

There are several poplar trees on the bank of the river, and only one or two dry leaves can be seen on the branches, shrinking and shaking in the cold wind, and a touch of moonlight pouring down, adding a little bleakness to this place.

At this time, it was the middle of winter, but I saw a wooden raft floating on the river full of floating ice. The person holding the raft was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager. He was carrying a blue cloth burden on his back, and there was a cute and pure white young animal crouching like a wolf and not a dog. Who else could this man be without Jiang Hanye?

After leaving Wanjian Villa, Jiang Hanye did not take the land route, but followed the waterway all the way to the upper Wo Niu Village.

"Dad, mother, I'm coming!" Along the way, the closer to home, Jiang Hanye's heart became heavier. Since the Wuniu Village tragedy, whenever he wakes up from a nightmare and is in a cold sweat, he can't help asking himself, "Is all this true? Maybe it was just a nightmare..." However, after waking up, he fell into sadness again. He knew that he was really alone in this world.

From the place near the Wuniu Village, Jiang Hanye took Xiaobai to walk on the ice-covered, ice-hard ravine. From afar, he could even see the protrusion of the Niuzhong. Seeing the lying cow tomb, Jiang Hanye paused for a moment. Before he entered the village, he felt that kind of sadness again. The village is now full of ghosts. I don't know if the ghosts of those villagers can be released from this land?

On the left is the village, and on the right is the mountain forest that used to collect firewood on a cold night. He stood there with Xiaobai for a moment of hesitation, and then resolutely walked to the village.

Under the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, Jiang Hanye accidentally saw something - some burned ingot candles. Obviously, someone came here to worship. Who would it be? Jiang Hanye thought for a moment, stopped and took out the things in the package behind him. Today is indeed May 7th. He is coming here to worship his parents and fellow villagers.

Jiang Hanye lit candles, put a few counts of hearts and dried fruits, lit a brazier, burned the paper money one by one, and a cold wind blew through, blowing the paper dust all over the sky. After burning these things, Jiang Hanye kowtowed a few heads respectfully. At this time, he accidentally found something. On the frozen land, there was actually a bead inlaid with a bead, and he took it out hard.

With the moonlight and firelight, Jiang Hanye found that it was actually a Buddha bead. He frowned and secretly thought in his heart, "Buddha beads? How can there be Buddha beads here? There are no temples within hundreds of miles of the whole village, and I don't remember who believes in Buddhism..."

Just when Jiang Hanye was suspicious, Xiaobai suddenly whined at the village, as if there were some people in the village.

"Go!" Jiang Hanye stood up without hesitation, put out the fire with his feet, put away the Buddha beads, and then took Xiaobai all the way into the village.

Xiaobai has been taking the lead in rushing to the front and running all the way to the west of the village. Jiang Hanye followed Xiaobai closely, crossed the alleyway of the village, and came to the west of the village. There is an old locust tree here. There is a collapsed house under the old locust tree. Jiang Hanye vaguely remembers that this is Uncle Zhuang's house. After that, they moved into the village because of the rain and collapsed.

"Xiao Bai, is there anything wrong here?" Jiang Hanye frowned and asked. He saw Xiaobai roaring at the room, as if there was something inside that made him very uncomfortable.

"Woo-woo!" Xiao Bai bent down and roared.

Jiang Hanye raised his eyes and looked at the room. The dilapidated beam pressed down and crossed the gable. The remaining corner of the wall just formed a small shack-like space with the beam. In the darkness, Jiang Hanye seemed to see a dark shadow squatting in the corner of the wall.

"Who?" Jiang Hanye asked in a low voice.

Bing!

No one answered Jiang Hanye, but was replaced by a sound of wooden fish and the sound of a person reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Jiang Hanye frowned higher. How could there be a monk here? Is he a monk who passed by here, or was he invited by someone to calm his anger? Where did he come from? No matter who this person is, you must ask carefully.

Jiang Hanye's arrow stepped up and knocked the beam away. He saw clearly that the person squatted in the corner was a monk holding a wooden fish and wearing a hemp-gray monk's robe. His face was full of dirt, his eyes were turbid, and his lips kept squirming. He seemed to be reciting scriptures, holding wooden fish in his left hand and his right hand constantly While tapping, there was a nine-ring tin stick beside him. Although the monk's face was full of dirt, Jiang Hanye still recognized him at a glance.

"Master???" Jiang Hanye said in surprise, "How could it be you?"

The monk squatting in the dark corner had very thick eyebrows, and there was no boundary between the two eyebrows, forming a zig shape. Looking at his outline, Jiang Hanye was most impressed by this man, because it was the night before the meeting of the three factions that saved his life.

"Master Wuding, why are you here? Didn't you go back to Xumi Mountain?" Jiang Hanye squatted down and looked at Wu Dian carefully. He found that there seemed to be a breath on Wu Dian, which made Jiang Hanye feel very bad. In vaguely, he felt that something seemed to have happened to Wu Dian.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" Wu Dian was reading some kind of Sanskrit scriptures in his mouth. After seeing Jiang Hanye, his face suddenly changed and his eyes converbed a lot. He recited ten palms, and then stood up and slowly walked out of this corner.

He realized that his body was burly. Although Jiang Hanye had also begun to grow up, he was obviously still a teenager in front of him. Seeing the master get up, Jiang Hanye also stood up suspiciously. How could Wu Dian appear here? What is he doing here? Is it accidental or inevitable?

Wu Dian's eyes were a little empty. After looking at Jiang Hanye, he bypassed him, stood in the open space in front of the ruins, looked up at the moon sky, and said nothing. Jiang Hanye frowned. Although he and Master Wu Dian did not have a deep relationship and did not say a few words, he was definitely a person with unfathomable cultivation with his reputation in the world. Why did he look like this today? It looks a little depressed and a little miserable.

Jiang Hanye looked carefully at Wu Dian's back. Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be a circle of earthworm-like dark red things hidden under his black scalp, like blood vessels, but more like a tattoo.

Xiaobai kept roaring and roaring, as if facing a big enemy, which made Jiang Hanye secretly put a question mark in his heart.

Wu looked at the night sky. After a long time, he finally sighed and turned to look at Jiang Hanye and said, "You are Jiang Hanye."

"Disciples are right!" Jiang Hanye finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put his palms together and bowed devoutly. In front of such a monk, anyone will involuntarily become this pious appearance.

Seeing that Wuding was silent after saying that sentence, Jiang Hanye asked, "Master, how dare you ask why you are here?"

Wu Ding looked down at Jiang Hanye, and there was a complicated meaning in his eyes. He staggered and almost fell down. Jiang Hanye hurried forward to help him. At this time, Jiang Hanye found that Master Wu Ding's body was actually cold, even a little colder than this winter.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Hanye asked.

Wu Dian sighed and whispered, "That's how fate should be."

Jiang Hanye couldn't understand this sentence. He didn't know whether he was talking about himself, or to Jiang Hanye, or to these dead villagers, or to the world.

Wu Dian's body exudes a burning smell, just like the smell of corrupt meat being scorched by fire. Jiang Hanye didn't notice it before, but now the two are standing face to face, and the wind blows on Wuding, and the smell emanates.

Jiang Hanye suddenly felt that the smell seemed to have smell somewhere. He frowned and thought about it carefully and recalled pulling him back to the leisurely valley a few months ago. On those dark nights, when he met the strange man in the deep valley, his body smelled of scorching and corruption.

"Master! What the hell happened?" Jiang Hanye asked again.

Wudian broke free from Jiang Hanye's hand and staggered forward a few steps. Xiaobai has been lying down and looking at him at any time.

"Alas!" Wu Dian hesitated for a moment, sighed and whispered, "I didn't expect that I was innocent all my life and was stained by this bead..."

"Master..." Jiang Hanye took two steps and did not dare to get too close to the monk. His intuition told him that Wu Dian must have something to say to him.

"Child." Wu Dian walked under the locust tree and held the tree in his hand. "I've been waiting for you here for more than a month, and you finally came."

"Are you waiting for me?" Jiang Hanye was stunned.

"Hmm." Wu Ding nodded and whispered, "I won't die soon. If you come a step later, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see you." Wudian coughed violently. When he coughed, Jiang Hanye clearly saw the dark red strange thing bulging high on the back of his head, as ferocious as a poisonous snake.

"Why on earth?" Jiang Hanye asked.

Wu Dian coughed and spit out a mouthful of black blood. After the blood was stained with the monk's clothes in front of him and wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with a veil, Wu Dian raised his head and looked at the distant mountains hidden in the vast night sky. The back looked so lonely and desolate.

I don't know when snowflakes floated in the sky, and the north wind caught snowflakes and fell randomly on the ground, adding some loneliness to the dead village.

Wu Dian stood still for a moment, reached out and took out something from his arms, and said with his back to Jiang Hanye, "Come on."

The voice of Wudian is very old and sounds very tired. Jiang Hanye took a few steps and came to him. He was surprised at a glance. It was just a moment. The world-famous master's face was so old that the beard on his eyebrows and chin were all white and snow-white. At first glance, he thought it was caused by the falling snow in the sky, but Looking more carefully, he found that there were many wrinkles on his forehead, which were deeply engraved on his face.

Whether it is the Taoism practiced by this true person, whether it is magic, whether it is the right way or evil outside, its purpose is nothing more than to make Zhu Yan, the practitioners stay forever and never grow old. Master Wudian declared on the world that he was a famous figure in the world of cultivation. When he first saw him, Jiang Hanye felt that he looked just 30 or 40 years old. Later, he was told that he was at least 400 years old. How could such a person who is proficient in Buddhism and practicing the truth in this moment? Is this what such a rapid aging looks like?

Wu Dian sighed and turned around to look at Jiang Hanye. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "Son, you have a big secret hidden in you, right?"

Jiang Hanye was stunned. He looked at Wuding's eyes. At this time, although the master's eyes were cloudy, there was a little thinness and firmness, as well as the meaning of life and death, which made it impossible for others to escape in front of him. Naturally, Jiang Hanye could not. He nodded and said, "The master is wise!"

"Your qualifications are mediocre, but you can jump into the three-level realm of the day after tomorrow in just more than two years. Looking at your current cultivation, I'm afraid it has reached the middle of the third layer, and I'm afraid there are other master behind you to guide you, right?" Wu Ding's voice is very light, but the penetration is extremely strong.

Jiang Hanye's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help answering, "How did the master know?"

"Although you are making rapid progress, the true spirit in your body is chaotic, and the confrontation between good and evil often brings you physical distress, right?" Enlightenment and Taoism.

"That's exactly." Jiang Hanye answered in a low voice.

Go stepped back two steps, leaned his back against the old locust tree, sat down slowly, and said with a gentle sigh, "All things are fate, and I can't help it."

"Isn't there such a sentence that people will win the sky?" Jiang Hanye looked at Wu Ding and said.

"Ha ha, if you arrive at the time when you can win the sky, you will no longer be you, and you will no longer worry about these earthly things." He smiled at the vicissitudes of life, "However, he is a strong warrior with vast magical powers and the power of heaven, but how many people in the world can reach this stage?"

Jiang Hanye was a little confused. He didn't know what the famous master in front of him was going to say to himself, and why was he waiting here?

"Only you can barely suppress the things in your body in the world. However, your cultivation is still shallow and the actual combat is insufficient, and it often devours you, doesn't it?" Enlightenment and Taoism.

"What the master said, in every sentence!" Jiang Hanye replied that there was also a dark red mark the size of a nail cover between Wudian's eyebrows, which was hidden in his eyebrows. It seemed that it was changing with the strength of the master's breath. The stronger the breath, the weaker its light, and the weaker the breath, the stronger its light.

"In today's world, although the three schools of righteousness seem to be as close as one family, in fact, they have their own estrangements." Wu said slowly, "Do you know that although there are many marriages between disciples, they can't pass on each other's martial arts skills?"

"The younger generation knows." Jiang Hanye nodded. He had not figured out what the master wanted to do and what he said, but he could see that he was rapidly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, he was already a chicken skin and crane hair.

"If you want to completely subdue the anger in your body, there are only two ways in the world." Wu Dian said, "One is to resolve it with the Dharani Sutra of my Buddha's longevity and extermination; second, use Luo Xingyun's blood demonic skill to make demons with it and attack poison with poison."

Jiang Hanye frowned. Now he gradually understands the meaning of enlightenment. Does he actually want to help himself?

"But each of these two methods has its own omissions." Wudian said, "The Dharani Sutra is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. It is not secret, and it needs to be pointed out by practitioners from the side to avoid true qi disorder and go crazy. Although the blood demon skill is powerful, it is always a magic skill, that is, it will restrain the fierceness of the broken soul beads, and eventually flood the body of the practitioner, and finally seize the master..."

"Master, don't talk, take a break." Jiang Hanye saw that Wu Dian's words were so difficult to say, and he couldn't bear it. He took out a water bag from the package, which contained the unique clear mountain spring of Wanjian Villa, which was sweet and free of impurities. It seemed that it was born to be a drink for practitioners. Jiang Hanye squatted down and sent the water bag to Wu's mouth.

Wudian now describes it as withered, like a mummified corpse. His skin is wrinkled and dull, and his lips are even more dry, revealing blood under the north wind. Wu Dian shook his head gently: "My limit has come, and there is no need to struggle. The old man has been born in the world for hundreds of years and has already understood life and death... It's just you..."

"Master, you say." Jiang Hanye looked at Wuding and said, "The younger generation listened attentively."

"What you bear is not only your own hatred... This broken soul bead will eventually lead to a huge disaster in the mortal world, involving thousands of lives... The Dharani Sutra and the blood demon god skills can only suppress it, but they can't finally turn it into invisible. If you want to save the world, you need to... cough" Coughing, he looked at Jiang Hanye and said, "You must find this broken soul bead and send it to Jiuli Village..."

"Juli Village?" Jiang Hanye seemed to be in a trance as if he had been touched by lightning in the deepest part of his heart. His whole mind was in a trance. This was the first time he heard the place name, but after hearing the place name, it seemed to awaken the dusty memory in his heart. A vague memory gate opened, and there was a fog inside. He thought I want to see it, but I can't see through it.

"Go to Jiuli Village and find Master Kan..." Wu Dian said, "Now, I will teach you the Dharani Sutra and teach you the cultivation method... It will always save you from the invasion of the devil's road, so as not to embark on the evil road..."