Chapter 93: Centenary (4)

Jiangsongshan Dazao Temple is a small mountain temple, which was built more than 300 years ago. Because of its remote location and not catching up with the good times, the incense in the temple has never flourished. The monks in the temple were no more than a dozen names, most of them were bland tempers, and their lives were peaceful. Until two hundred years ago, before the mountain temple was burned by thunder, there were only five or six monks remaining. They all lived in this mountain for a lifetime, and they were not old or short-lived. At that time, the only young man in the temple was a southern Xinjiang boy who worshiped at the Dze Temple.
To be honest, at that time, an old monk at Daze Temple looked kindly and lovingly at the southern Xinjiang boy who came up the mountain, and murmured in his heart: This child seems to be a fool for a hundred years, so many famous If the temple is not accessible, why choose the Dazao Temple?
The southern Xinjiang boy had the appearance of Deputy Qingjun, with high eyebrows and bones. His eyes were dark and clear, and he felt a sense of calmness and calmness at a young age.
In this way, someone wants to go to any monk temple, he just likes the little one on Jiang Songshan.
The old monks naturally rejoiced in their hearts, but on the face of it, it was still for the young man's sake, and he persuaded him.
The young man replied that he had a relationship with Dazao Temple.
As a result, he had no time to be ordained, and this Dazao Temple, which was related to him, was thundered and burned all over the place.
The Manchu people gave their lives, but the southern Xinjiang boy survived.
Later, the young man met a confidant of similar age by chance. After many years, the young man turned into a master to protect the country from disasters and directly took charge of Taichang Temple.
Because of his special identity, he was a prince when he met, and later became emperor.
Later, the emperor's birthday was about to run out, and the state teacher knew his own feelings deeply and was very reluctant to think of some ways to extend his life, but he was still one step behind. When the law was completed, the emperor had collapsed.
The state teacher has compassion in his heart, and he has an agreement with his confidant, to keep this mountain and river alive for 100 years.
However, the life of mortals is ultimately limited. Moreover, in the course of the previous method of seeking life and extending life for the emperor, the teacher lost a lot of money, and he has already had the sign that the oil is exhausted.
As a result, he made a fuss about his chance and picked up his successor from outside Dazao Temple in Jiangsong Mountain.
He hoped that he could inherit the wishes of the deceased. No matter how the dynasties changed, there would always be a star that would lead the way and let the people live forever. Therefore, the National Teacher has since changed the law code to the same lamp and passed it from generation to generation.
However, when the successor was first brought back to Taichang Temple, he was still a toothless child and could not speak.
I was so young that I was so heavy, I was afraid I couldn't hold my life. Besides, the state teacher hadn't reached abdication. Therefore, the state teacher gave him a little-known method: Xuan Mercy.
Xuan Mei's life experience is a bit special, because he was born with the bones of Buddha, which is a great merit. Even if he is reincarnated, he will not lose his bones. He is an excellent candidate for succession.
Although the state teacher is a taciturn foreigner, he also has a lot of words toward Xuan Mercy, which is also meant to be a teacher and a friend.
During this upbringing period, because the Tianjiyuan was not allowed to enter, or it was intentionally made by the National Teacher, very few people saw the true content, and very few people knew about the existence of Xuan Mercy.
It was another many years later, when the Xuan Mercy adult succeeded in succession, the state teacher who had long been exhausted by the oil had truly died with the lamp.
The things he has experienced throughout his life are a bit legendary and carefully calculated, but there is a confidant and a disciple, which can be considered complete. It's just that he always remembers Dazao Temple in Songshan ...
Although the thunderstorm that year was indeed a coincidence, it had nothing to do with him. But after being said for so many years, he always felt a subtle guilt towards Dazao Temple.
Even after he passed away, he was quite concerned, so ... he "stayed in" Dazao Temple, and the moon, Qingming and Zhongyuan will light a old monk who smiled at him kindly a hundred years ago .
His state is like ghosts and ghosts, soul and soul, and perseverance. No one can see him, and the magician's yin and yang eyes are no exception.
Therefore, from the outsiders' point of view, the Dazao Temple, which has been vacant for 100 years, occasionally displays lights and shadows every year. People were so scared that they didn't dare to approach. The name of the ghost temple came from this.
Today is the twenty-seventh day of the second lunar month. The startling battle under Jiang Songshan seems to be yesterday. Actually, more than half a month has passed.
The mess under the mountain has long been smoothed, and a heavy snow near the Nianguan buried all remaining traces under it, and it has long since returned to peace.
After the night, the originally dark temple was lit with a few beans, counting just six.
"Ghost fire, ghost fire lit Brother again." In a small temple across several mountain peaks, Xiao Shami lay at the window and stretched his head toward Jiang Songshan, greeting his brother with his back and letting him have a look.
The time of this ghost fire appears sooner or later, and it is rare to see it for the last time. This little Sha Mi lived in this temple for the first ten years, this is the second time to see you.
However, although the rumors are weird, when they see it with their own eyes, they have no fear. Those few lights are yellow and warm, instead of making people panic, they will make people calm.
In fact, there is no gloom in the real Dazao Temple.
A monk in white is actually standing in front of the six "nobody's self-lit" safety lights, carefully picking out the wicks of the six lights, but no one else can see, except for the one that is the same as his situation. Bit.
This monk who picked up the lamp was not a stranger, it was the southern Xinjiang boy who had entered the temple alone, and the later national master of the same era, really had the same lamp.
And the person who saw him in the same situation was also in this deserted temple at this time, and was also a white hemp robe, which looked like a ghost and a ghost, a soul and a soul, and was cross-legged on the front without blood. Sitting on the futon in the corner of the house, his eyes were slightly narrow, and he seemed to be resting.
Even if it's not a ghost, it still can't stop the eye-catching handsomeness and the frosty snow.
It is Hyun Mercy.
After picking up the lamps with the same lamp, he stood calmly in front of the six safety lamps and folded his hands in a Buddhist ceremony. Then he swept his sleeves, turned and walked to Xuan Mian's side. With the six oil lights inside the room, he looked at Xuan Mian's left hand resting on his lap.
I saw a needle-shaped blood mole in the forefinger of the left index finger, which was slightly convex to the touch, and the pair on Xue Xian's collarbone could be paired.
"The mole is showing." Tong Deng retracted his gaze and glanced at Xuan Merci in a rather annoyed way, not coldly: "Thanks you can still remember such a hand in that situation. Pour out the spider and bit You take a bite and bite him again, which takes at least one sentence of time. With this effort, you might as well struggle a little more, and maybe you can explain two last words to others. "
Xuan Mian's eyes were still narrowing, and his lips didn't mean to move at all. I don't know if he didn't hear him at all, or he didn't want to ignore him.
"Although this spider is not as poisonous as the life spider, but it is also uncomfortable, are you being bitten out of pleasure?" Tong Deng saw him silent and opened his mouth coolly.
Xuan Merci remained silent for a moment, and finally maintained his squinting posture, and opened his mouth blankly: "The spiders you raised are on both sides."
The implication: Do you have a face to let others pay attention not to be bitten?
Since the flesh was devoid of vitality, Hyun Mercy was conscious again in this abandoned Osawa-ji Temple. He was probably a body that had condensed two days ago and had just stabilized last night. In the past two days, he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't speak, only to hear someone say something like that.
After listening to it intermittently, he learned that this man was the same old master of the same lamp and the master of his last life. The two spiders in the hundred wormholes came from his own hands.
Xuan Mian once only tasted the taste of Tongshou spider. Many years ago, before he left Tianjiyuan completely to go to Xiaozhulou to live alone, he had discovered that Zu Hong's life number had changed. Although Zu Hong did not remove the mask even in the Tianjiyuan, Xuan Merci still noticed that he had become young again from the small lines on his neck.
In fact, at that time, he was vaguely guessing that this change might have something to do with himself, because Zu Hong always spoke with some deep meaning, like expressing some kind of indebtedness to him, and he seemed to miss some thanks.
But at that time he was still thinking about Shi En, even if he noticed it, he didn't care.
A long time later, when he really found out about the "Tongshou Spider", Zu Hong pumped the keel greedily again, and then he lost his memory. As a result, "Zu Hong planted the same longevity spider" was delayed for several times, and it was finally resolved before he died.
In retrospect today, Xuan Merci is very cautious on weekdays, and there are very few opportunities for others to find a hole. Only once ...
That was the fall the year before he left Tianjiyuan and re-assigned the post of National Teacher to Zu Hong. He accidentally entered a state of mad Zen during meditation, and was unconscious for three days and three nights. At that time, he did not have much defense against Zu Hong, and wanted to use the opportunity to plant the same life spider, but it was feasible.
But in any case, the flesh is dead, and this is no longer the case.
Now he is not carrying the same life spider, but another one in the hundred insect holes.
The original purpose of TongDeng was to TongShou spider, to cultivate another kind of accident that was purely disturbed by the mind. The kind of friendship contained in the spider was too complicated to know how to call it with TongDeng. nameless.
Xue Xian once casually asked Xuan Merci about the use of such an unknown spider. Is it true that the legend can bind people to three lives and three lives?
Hyun Mercy denied.
He did not deceive Xue Xian, this unknown spider has nothing to do with Sansheng.
Tongshou spider is a pair of mother and child spiders, and this unknown spider is a pair of blessing spiders. Red spider means blessing, black spider means bane. The small mole on Xuan Mian's hand was left by the black spider, while the one on Xue Xian's collarbone came from the red spider.
Once a blood mole is formed, it means that the person bitten by the black spider will not be rotten after death, and will not fall apart. He embraced the sufferings and sufferings of the other party, and attributed the blessings of his life to the other party ...
The price is never reincarnation.
This is not three lives, but boundless.
"As soon as this mole is revealed, it will be lonely for a century and a long time." Tong Deng stood in front of the door, squinting at the moonlight in the sky, and then asked Xuan Merci again: "The benefits are naturally there, You will never have amnesia again, remember what you should remember, and you will remember it more and more clearly, just like it happened yesterday. What is the disadvantage ... no matter how deep you remember, people will not see you, nor will the real dragon. . Why, regret it? "
Xuan Merci had not spoken for a long time, and still seemed to want to ignore him. This looks a bit like the mentorship between the master and apprentice a century ago.
After a long time, Xuan Merci asked faintly: "You also planted this spider, do you regret it?"
Tong Deng snorted absently and stopped talking.
Remorse?
Life and death is never a child ’s play. Since Xu went out, it is the dust of the East China Sea, the bones are dead, and there is no regret.