Chapter 6: Forty thousand

You Xi did not look up, but raised the candied gourd which was still firmly in her hand, and bite it and ate it. As early as the end of the world, he developed the habit of "overeating when he is frightened." Only a feeling of fullness can help him to suppress the fear of life. In the last days, nothing is more precious than food and water.
However, the maltose on the surface of the cantaloupe has been licked by him, and now there are only a few half-ripe hawthorns left. After chewing, the sour taste almost made him cry. He immediately covered his cheeks and rubbed it a few times, then swallowed his mouthful of sour pulp little by little into his stomach, and then exhaled.
After eating, the fear disappeared like a bubble. Then you looked up and carefully looked at the teenager in front of you. The other person's appearance is extremely outstanding, and he has a distinguished and different temperament from ordinary people. He was squinting at the moment with narrow eyes and staring at himself with a weird expression.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked again.
"I'm okay, thank you." Youzhen wiped off the snow particles on his face and rushed to the boy.
"Thank me for what?" The boy's tone was slightly puzzled.
"Thank you anyway." Youyi didn't want to preach about being surrounded by ghosts, so she didn't say much. The Li Gui had mentioned "purple dragon spirit" when he left. The so-called dragon spirit should have been possessed by the emperor. It can resist all the evil things in the world. Only he and the young man here have purple dragon spirit. Who it is, it goes without saying.
In other words, this boy is his life-saving benefactor. If it wasn't for the other person's arrival, he would have been killed by Li Gui. Should this body be a ghost? Already on Ye Yan's life and death? ridiculous! Everything comes first and then, and the uncle slept in her mother's womb for ten months. When she was born, the fierce ghost came late and wanted to take the house. Why did this body become his? With this in mind, there is a quick stroke of killing in your eyes. Although he is indifferent and extraordinarily quiet, he has not been a good stubble for six years in the last days. Now he can't do anything with Li Gui, but it doesn't mean he can't help him in the future.
The teenager wanted to ask again. You Xi had swept away the snow foam on her head and face, shaken away, and held in her hand a string of bamboo sticks used for sugar gourd.
"Weird." The boy shook his head and walked away.
A cricket walked to the open space in front of the temple. Baiji had hung his lucky bag, looked up anxiously, saw him coming over, and hurriedly greeted him, asking, "Master, where did you go now, but anxious to death! Yeah, you Why are your hair and placket wet? You must be naughty? Let's go, slaves take you to the stove to dry. "
Bai Ye bought a few roasted sweet potatoes from the fire-head monk for the young master to eat, then took off his robe, put a wooden stick next to the stove, and wrapped the young master's skinny body with his clip. As long as you have something to eat, you will be particularly quiet with a small mouthful of sweet sweet potatoes, and deliberately or inadvertently ask the fire head monk where the noble young man came from, and learn that the other person is currently living in Kaiyuan Temple with a spiritual practice. I had an idea in my heart.
About half an hour later, Ms. Song searched with a basket of incense candles. "Okay, I gave the young master a longevity card, and he will come here every day to add sesame oil, and the young master will live a long life."
"And Miss ..." As soon as Bai Yi said, the young master didn't know his own life, and quickly stopped.
Mother Song doesn't want the young master to be blinded by hatred. When he grows up in the future, he will be prosperous, and he will tell all the truth no later, so he gives Baiji a stern glance, and he will be returned when he pulls on the young master.
Someone silently followed behind Mother Song and walked to the gate of the temple. "Mom, I want to stay in Kaiyuan Temple to practice hair."
"Master, what did you say?" Mother Song slipped and almost fell.
"I said I would stay in Kaiyuan Temple to practice with her hair." Youyi supported her and reiterated. Forty-two silver had been spent, Li Gui consciously paid off his debt, and he was so determined to pull him to hell. If he left the young man with dragon spirit, there was only one way to die.
"How can you, a child, become a monk? But who said something?" Mother Song looked coldly at Baiji, and horrified Baiji waved her hands again and again.
"No one said to me." Youyi murmured when he looked around and saw that no one was nearby. "Don't hide my mother, I was recently entangled by a fierce ghost, and straightly said that the flesh should be his, he The debt collection came, and what forty-two silver has been spent, I must die. In recent days, he often harmed me, pushing me into the pond, pushing down the steps, repeatedly poisoning hands. Only in the temple, he He still held my head and drove me into the snowdrift and drowned. Fortunately, a pilgrim with a noble scent passed by and he retreated. If I go back with my mother, I ’m sure that one day, I ’m going to suffer a fierce conspiracy. Nobles are safe by their side. Besides this is a temple, maybe the Bodhisattva will also bless me. "
Of course, in the last sentence, there is a lot of unbelief. If the bodhisattva really could cross all beings and drop demons and demons, how could Li Gui be so mad and kill a killer in the temple. It can be seen that this Kaiyuan Temple is not a sacred place.
Mother Song and Bai Yan were stunned, and when they returned, they hurriedly looked at the head of the young master. It turned out that Bai Nen's scalp was faintly printed with a red handprint. From the size, it should belong to an adult man. Think of Yushui Village's frequent evil, and five years ago, when the young master was born, the master and the young lady dreamed at the same time, Song Song and Bai Ye have already believed this.
What does it mean that the body should be his? Could it be that the debt-collection ghost failed to support the young lady's belly, but was taken first by the young master? The young master is not a ghost, it is the flesh and bones that the lady gave birth to in October! Mother Song was ecstatic for a while, sorrowful for a while, holding her thin body and crying, she said intermittently, "I, my dear young master, you have suffered such a great crime, why didn't you say it earlier! If the old slave knew that, Definitely ask someone to save you. "
"Moms don't need to blame themselves. Most of the masters are scammers." Youyi clumsily slaps Mother Song's back. "All the masters invited in the village can't help being ghosts. Only when they see the nobles, he will retreat."
"Who is that noble? Mother asked him to take refuge in you." Mother Song pulled away from her grief and hugged the young master and walked to the temple.
"How can ordinary people dare to contaminate things about gods and ghosts? It ’s okay to say that they must be driven away. My mother must not be impulsive. I can protect myself while staying in the temple. The demon and the monster retreat. After all, this is the holy place of Buddhism, where Rongxie Chong makes trouble. Youyou never said such a long breath, but in order to dispel Song ’s thoughts, she had to be patient and persuade.
The so-called nobility is far beyond the cognition of Song's mother and Bai Yan. If he rushes forward, it will provoke suspicion secondly. If he is afraid, the other person will not speak of ghosts and gods. Instead, he will not live in the temple. Become a layman disciple, and slowly get close to the teenager before trying to plan for others.
Ms. Song was persuaded, while praised Master for her thoughtfulness, and found the host of Kaiyuan Temple, saying she wanted to foster her children here. Some children have tough characters and shallow blessings. Parents who are afraid of their children's early death will send them to nearby temples for foster care. This is one of the temple's entries. The host did not agree with the reason, and immediately accepted the uncle.
Youxi sent away the reluctant Song mother and Baixi, and then returned to their room and changed to the white monk clothes. He turned around and found that the courtyard in the east was the most spacious and neat. Two strong men stood guard at the circular arches from time to time, and knew that it was the boy's residence. Judging from the behavior of the monks indifferently, no one seems to know the true identity of the teenager, and you have no idea how to live. A good royal family can live in a little-known temple. However, Liangzhou is the land of Longxing, where powerful people gather, and Kaiyuan Temple is one of the closest temples to the imperial tomb, so it makes sense to think about it.
There was a cricket squatting in the corner of the courtyard to observe the courtyard secretly, and I was not idle. I piled up a half-meter-high little snowman three or two times, using black stones as eyes, yellow leaves as mouths, and two dead branches as hands. It was quite childish to go up. After a long absence, the boy went out. Seeing that the meal was coming, he rubbed his belly and ran towards the stove. Eating is always his top priority.
Soon after, the boy stepped out of the hospital wearing a mink fur, and when he passed the corner, he saw the little snowman standing quietly in the cold wind.
The two subordinates hurriedly bowed their heads, concealing the stunned expression, knowing that the master must have thought of the empress again. At that time, the queen also loved to pile two little snowmen in front of the master's palace door, saying that it was to let the little snowman guard the emperor instead of himself. If the queen is still there, why is the master so degenerate?
The young man seemed to know how to control his emotions, and in a moment, he converged on the fragility in his eyes, and continued to move forward, but suddenly stopped, and said lightly, "Take it to the yard, and it will inevitably be ruined by the little sand that comes and goes Now. "
The two strong men promised in a low voice, carefully lifted the snowman, and placed it under the plum tree in the courtyard. The master only needed to open the window to see it, just like the old queen had piled up for him.
Li Gui seemed to be frightened. He didn't show up for a month and a half. He had delicious food and slept well. His lean body had grown a little meat, but he still looked very weak, as if the wind could float. He has recently become fascinated by the books in the Tibetan Pavilion, and often sneaks in to read them. The inexhaustible absorption of new knowledge is the instinct of the meta-brainer, and he cannot control it. As long as he has not read a book, he must read it thoroughly, and then store it in a brain comparable to a computer.
That day, after reading the last scripture, he pulled out a nest from his arms, walked side by side, passed a huge water tank, and suddenly felt a gust of wind rolling over. 2k novel reading network