windy cold

It was dark before his eyes, and a wave of dizziness hit him. When Lu Wanfeng regained his senses again, he felt that his throat was about to be crushed. The overwhelming pain and suffocation almost made him faint again.

The person who grabbed Lu Wanfeng's throat was Zhuqing with cleft brows, his fingers tightened tightly, and he said angrily, "I told you, don't touch him!"

Lu Wanfeng's brain was in chaos, and he still couldn't forget to think: I was directly sucked into the illusion just now, and I couldn't control the fainting on him!

However, he couldn't speak, and squinted hard, and Qin Chuhan, who had been thrown away, had already chased him up, raised his sword and raised his sword, forcing Zhuqing to let go, and caught the limp Lu Wanfeng in time.

Lu Wanfeng's face turned purple, and he finally regained his breath. His throat was sore and itchy, and he coughed so hard that it turned out a little bright red.

Qin Chuhan's feet froze, and he couldn't resist to check the situation. He only had time to tell "be careful", and then he had to continue to concentrate on dealing with the crazy Zhuqing.

Chunzhi, who came together with him, fell unconscious on the ground, but Qin Chuhan's cultivation skill was obviously higher than that of Zhuqing, and he had no intention of killing. It was just a simple fight, and he didn't want to delay until now, Zhuqing was furious Unexpectedly, there was a faint tendency to become demonized, and his moves became more and more fierce. At this time, because Qin Chuhan had injured Lu Wanfeng, he gradually stopped showing mercy, and the fight was swift and flint.

Inside the room, Lu Wanfeng took a while to catch his breath. Looking back at the still silent Ji Chen on the bed, he thought that he had been in the illusion for a long time, but in reality it was only a blink of an eye.

Not surprisingly, it was Jichen himself who pulled him into the illusion. He was forced to live by the demon force, but he couldn't speak or move, and he was accidentally injured and spit blood all over his face. Presumably, it was the blood that gave him the opportunity.

Thinking back, Lu Wanfeng saw not only Ji Chen's memories in the illusion, but also the memories from Zhuqing's perspective. He guessed that maybe it was caused by Zhuqing's monster power, and Jichen let him see these memories It's obvious - plead for Zhuqing.

When Lu Wanfeng first came to Qingyuan Town, he always felt that Jichen was in a bad state, obviously full of worries. Now that he knew the past of the two of them, he understood a lot, but the important content was interrupted after Jichen left. Can see, why did he die?

Zhuqing's demonization became more and more serious, and the purple-black magic seal gradually climbed up his face. Under the distorted expression, the young man in green shirt who was once graceful as jade is now terrifying and frightening.

Suddenly, light footsteps sounded behind Lu Wanfeng. He was startled and found that it was Master Zhan Ming.

Lu Wanfeng hesitated and said: "Not long ago, I saw the master walking in front of us, but we didn't expect that we arrived first."

"Feng Benefactor," Zhan Ming said with an unsteady expression on his face, "The poor monk encountered some twists and turns on the way, and there was a slight delay."

When Lu Wanfeng heard this, he glanced at Zhan Ming calmly, and found that there were a lot of scorched black curls under the corners of his monk's robe, as if he had been burned. Compared with before, Zhan Ming seemed a little weaker. Observation can't even detect it.

It looks like he was injured a little bit, and he could hurt a bright person... Could it be that there are more powerful masters hidden around here?Lu Wanfeng immediately became alert.

Zhan Ming didn't explain any more, walked to the edge of the bed where Ji Chen was lying, watched quietly for a while, fiddled with the rosary, and silently recited a short scripture. After finishing, he sighed, then walked to the door, and said, "Zhuqing donor."

Zhu Qing, who was in the struggle, was also keeping an eye on this side all the time. When he heard the sound, he immediately looked over. When he saw Zhan Ming, he immediately roared. Zhan Ming stabbed straight.

"How dare you come here!"

Zhan Ming moved out of the house, blocked the incoming force with the subduing magic pestle, fought and retreated, and did not fight back.

Zhan Ming is the number one eminent monk in Buddhism, several times stronger than Qin Chuhan, Zhu Qing's repeated attacks have no effect, and he still doesn't stop, at the same time he said: "Ji Chen is still safe and sound for the first few days, it must be you who treated him What did you say to force him to hang himself!"

Zhu Qing became murderous, and the devilish energy in her body became stronger and stronger, Zhan Ming hesitated to speak, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the offensive.

If cultivators want to achieve results, the cultivation period can range from decades to hundreds of years, but falling into a demon can be completed in an instant. Zhu Qing's condition is getting worse and worse. Lu Wanfeng looked at Qin Qin anxiously. Chuhan, seeing that he had already made a move, found a gap to insert between the two, turned around and backhanded, and with a swipe of the long sword, cut a long wound on Zhuqing's arm holding the sword, forcing him back.

Zhuqing stopped in pain, took a few steps back and barely stopped, glared at Qin Chuhan bitterly and said: "This is between me and him, why are you meddling!"

Qin Chuhan shook his head and said sternly: "Your nature is not bad, don't fall into the evil way because of a single thought, there seems to be a misunderstanding between you and the master, and the master also has something to say, you just listen to it."

Zhan Ming nodded to Qin Chuhan with gratitude, and said to Zhuqing: "I was in distress when I returned to Chaohua Temple that day, and I made up my mind after a few days, and told the poor monk his decision."

Zhu Qing hurriedly asked: "What did he say!"

Zhan Ming squeezed the magic pestle in his hand, recalling what Ji Chen said to him that day, he said helplessly: "He said...he wants to return to the vulgar."

Zhuqing's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again, enveloped by hatred: "You must not want to let him go, so you used some nasty method to force him to stay, otherwise why would he commit suicide!"

Zhan Ming did not deny it, and said: "The poor monk can tell at a glance that his decision is extremely difficult, but the poor monk really does not want him to give up his practice, so he has to tell some things about his life experience."

"Birth experience?" Zhu Qing doubted, "He was abandoned since he was a child, and his parents have never met. What's so special about him?"

Zhan Ming looked down at his scorched clothes, and then looked up at the boundless dome, his eyes were sincere and pious, "Have you ever heard that there are two twin boys with lanterns under the seat of the Buddha in the Western Heaven, Shi Tian and Shi Xin?" .”

Lu Wanfeng leaned against the wall and walked to the door, his ears pricked up. He had seen these twin brothers in books. They were two little fairy boys created by Buddha Nan Keyi in his dream. They were named Shi Tian and Shi Xin; This sleep lasted for 500 years, and as a result, mortal believers lost their spiritual consciousness, resulting in stagnation of cultivation and panic. The Buddha regretted it, and ordered two fairy boys to remind himself with lamps by his side.

But what does this have to do with Master Zhan Ming or Ji Chen?

Zhu Qing frowned, Ji Chen had told him many Buddhist allusions, so he had naturally heard this story, but he also had the same question: "I know, why are you telling me these things?"

Zhan Ming continued: "The daily task of the Lantern Boys is to take care of their own magic lamps. Seven hundred years ago, at the Western Paradise Ceremony, Master Guanyin came with a congratulatory gift of green lotus Buddha lamps, and the Buddha entrusted them to Shi Xin to take care of them. , This lamp has a long life, the lamp oil is endless, and the wick is always on. Shi Xin was curious, and after holding it for 700 years, he finally couldn't help but want to find out, but accidentally smashed the Buddha lamp, and the wick went out in an instant."

Lu Wanfeng thought: I haven't read this story in the book.

"The lamp wick has already cultivated spiritual energy when he was under the seat of Guanyin, and he has practiced in the Western Paradise for more than [-] years. This fragmentation will cause it to lose its cultivation for hundreds of years." Zhan Ming slightly lowered his head, There was a faint sigh on his face, "Buddha was angry and punished Shi Xin to go down to earth to experience the hardships of seven lifetimes. Only when he cultivated to the right fruit can he return to the Western Paradise. If not, there will be no chance."

Speaking of this, things seem to have some clues, Zhuqing gritted her teeth and did not speak.

Zhan Ming looked at him squarely, and finally told the truth: "Ji Chen is the boy carrying the lamp, Shi Xin, and the poor monk was entrusted by the Buddha to take care of Shi Xin in the mortal world."

"you……"

"It has been 300 years since he descended to earth, and he has been reincarnated in the sixth life. Due to different reasons, he failed to achieve the true fruit. This life is his seventh and last life." Zhan Ming raised his hand, Amitabha, "He is destined to be a person from the Western Paradise, Therefore, the relationship with Buddha is very deep but he has no father and no mother. The poor monk took him to Chaohua Temple since he was born, and tried his best to wish him practice, and even favored him many times...just to let him attain the Tao again; it's a pity Fate is really difficult to understand, the poor monk tried his best to guide him, coupled with selfishness, and even violated the destiny to tell his life experience, it is really my fault to let him go to where he is today, and the Buddha has sent thunder to punish him."

Thunder?Lu Wanfeng looked at the wound on his body again, it really looked like it was struck by lightning.

Zhu Qing seemed unable to accept it for a while, "But his death..."

Zhan Ming took out a stack of neat letters from his pocket, walked slowly towards Zhuqing, and handed them to him, "This is brought from his room, the benefactor should read it himself."

The envelopes have been torn out, pieces of yellowish letter paper are stacked together, and ink spots seep through the paper. Zhu Qing looks familiar to these. This is a letter he wrote when he was struggling to get a response from Ji Chen a few days ago. Letters, each letter disappeared after being sent to the temple. I thought it was discarded, but I didn't expect that Ji Chen not only didn't throw it away, but also carefully collected it.

The only difference is that there are sporadic wrinkles on the letter paper, which are traces of splashed water droplets falling on the paper and then drying up. Zhuqing's heart is tightly twisted, and the hand that opened the letter paper trembled uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: I didn’t expect friends to read this article. I’m touched. Watermelon will try to spend more time to update the article!