sun and moon return

Zheli was shocked: "This place is really weird..." He frowned and looked at the Buddha statue again, it seemed that even the Buddha statue was distorted. When he jumped out, he felt darkness pouring in like a flood, and there was a dead silence in his ears, and he lost the voice of the whole world.

In a trance, Zheli subconsciously grabbed Feidao's direction, his hands were empty, and at that moment, Feidao disappeared.

The moment he lost his vision and hearing, Feidao also lost the trace of Zheli. When he opened his eyes again, there was a glimmer of light around him, but he was not in the hall.In front of him stands a half-person-high stone tablet. On the stone tablet, there are faint words, but they cannot be seen clearly.

Fei Dao's fingers were groping for the inscription on the stele, and when the name on the stele appeared in his mind, he seemed to sense something, the darkness was dispelled by the blood light.

Surrounded by blood, what Feidao was in was the center of a mass grave.

There are many stone tablets, except for the one in front of Feidao, the rest are wordless.

Pulling force came from under his feet, Feidao looked down, he seemed to be deep in the swamp, he didn't resist, let that force pull him, the darkness once again disappeared from his eyes, the sense of restraint on his limbs was much lighter, as if Soaking in the water, I was too tired to open my eyes.

"Go to sleep like this."

Someone is talking in the ear.

"Go to sleep like this."

Feidao was thinking...

With a splash, the waves splashed by the falling water gently pushed Feidao's body, as if urging him to wake up quickly.In a trance, he saw a ray of light running towards him from the darkness.

That beam of light brought a very familiar feeling, until it stopped in front of his eyes, his body was pulled by someone, and he had to open his eyes slightly to see the person's face clearly.

The man furrowed his brows anxiously, struggling to swim upwards, and looked sideways at himself from time to time.

Zhe Li pulled Feidao, brought him to the surface of the water with great effort, and dragged him ashore.

Panting heavily, he stretched out his hand towards Feidao's neck, but luckily his heart was still beating and his breathing was fairly steady.

Zhe Li felt relieved, and let his exhausted body lie down on the ground at will. After he was fully breathed, he stretched out his hand and shook his head, "Master? Wake up!"

Feidao didn't respond, Zheli was a little worried, and hurriedly stood up: "Why don't you wake up? Do you have to take a few breaths?"

Feidao felt Zheli's hands resting on his ears, and his wet hair brushed gently around his neck. When Zheli was accumulating energy, Feidao slowly raised his eyes.

Those clear eyes were extremely calm, like a bottomless lake, Zhe Li was drawn into it, and his shadow was cast on the mirror-like surface of the lake.

The shadow is like a stone, the lake surface is slightly rippling, and the wind gently walks in the ear, besides the sound of the wind, there seems to be the sound of drums.

Tom... Tom... Tom...

The dense drumming made people confused. He who was hiding in the darkness was at ease, but it seemed that the drumming broke through the sky, and a ray of sunlight leaked from the darkness made him feel panicked.

While chasing the sun uncontrollably, he was afraid that the light would soon make him invisible, which made him timid again.

Both anticipation and timidity.

Zheli involuntarily looked away, stood up and vigorously slapped the dust and fallen leaves on his robe.

Feidao propped up one leg and sat up effortlessly.

Zheli frowned, and asked inexplicably: "Master, you are awake, why are you still drowning..." He squeezed the water out of his clothes, and watched the reaction of Feidao.

Feidao didn't respond. After getting up, he just stared at the calm water in front of him in confusion, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Why are you here?" Feidao asked.

The strangeness in his heart gradually dissipated, and his heartbeat returned to normal. Only then did Zheli notice the surrounding environment. He squatted in front of the stone tablet in surprise, and turned his head in a daze: "Ah?"

Stretching out his hand to brush away the fallen leaves covering the stele, he was startled suddenly, with an incredulous expression on his face, hesitantly looked at Feidao: "Master...Master...this is...this is your...tombstone...?"

Zheli stood up, looked at him in disbelief, and then at the stone tablet in front of him.

Feidao stood up slowly, and the two looked at each other. Feidao's eyes were slightly indifferent. In an instant, the distance between them widened.

He looked around, looking even more incredible.

"You shouldn't be here."

There was an ungodly whisper in his ears, and the moment Zheli blinked, he seemed to be pushed out by an indescribably powerful thrust.

At that moment, the two people in the Daxiong Palace woke up.

Almost the moment Feidao woke up, he opened the barrier and protected Zheli beside him.

Zheli supported the cold and hard floor of the main hall, panting heavily, what a weird dream, he looked up at Feidao: "Master..."

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, go back first." Feidao got up, pulled the gift and left the Daxiong Palace.

The two returned to the abode, but saw a vague, dark ghost hovering outside the abode in the hazy night.

Zheli stopped Feidao, took a good posture and attacked, but was grabbed by Feidao by the collar of his neck, an old exclamation came from the night, Feidao put Zheli down, and through the moonlight, he saw clearly who was there that day. The old man who quarreled in the Daxiong Palace.

The light in the abode was turned on again, and tea was served, and the thin old man sat on the edge of the couch in shock.

"Uncle Liu, it's so late, why are you hanging out here?" Zheli asked aloud.

Old Liu put down the cup of tea: "I heard that my son died in this abode, so I wanted to come and have a look..."

"How did Mr. Liu die?" Feidao asked aloud.

Old Liu raised his head and glanced at him, his filthy eyes became wet again. He had been a farmer all his life, and was widowed in his early years, leaving behind only such a son.A big rough hand full of cracks stretched out to his face, and Old Liu wiped away his tears.

"My son has loved reading since he was a child. He is a bit withdrawn, but he has always been a filial and kind child. This year, he is eighteen, and he has already invited Aunt Wang from the village to be a matchmaker."

"He lost his mother since he was a child, and he only loves reading. I'm a farmer, and I can't give him anything else. I can still afford books, so I live like this."

"But it's not a problem to be stuck in books all the time. He is not young, and he has to make a living, not to mention the big things in his life. That's it. I quarreled with him a few times in the past six months, and he pushed himself even more. Hidden in the book, makes me very angry."

"During the Double Ninth Festival, I went up to the mountain to worship Buddha. I knew that Shengquan Temple also wanted marriage, so I dragged him up. If nothing else, he could come out and bask in the sun, which is better than being buried in a book."

"He accompanied me up the mountain, and when I went to worship the Buddha, he wandered around. When I went down the mountain that day, he suddenly said that he wanted to stay on the mountain for one night. I didn't care, so I followed him. After he went down the mountain the next day, he suddenly changed. Very happy."

Old man Liu said this, and couldn't help wiping his eyes with his sleeve: "In those few days, he suddenly went out every day, and I saw that he was getting more and more lively every day, so of course I was also happy, thinking that he had encountered some good turning point .”

"That is, in those few days, he didn't think about tea and food, and one day he suddenly told me that there was really Yan Ruyu in the book, and he wanted to stay in the world in the book. I was so angry that I beat him up. , he simply moved to live in the temple."

"I was angry for a few days, and I wanted to go up the mountain to bring him back. On the mountain road, I suddenly heard that someone died in the temple. It seemed to be a scholar..."

When Old Liu said this, he was heartbroken and burst into tears: "My heart skipped a beat, and I climbed up the mountain, only to see his cold corpse, so thin that only bones remained, lying on the ground, Still holding books and a statue in his arms."

The only sound left in the abode was the cry of old Liu Tou. He cried so hard that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, so Zhe Li could only comfort him with a sigh.

Tired from crying, Old Liu Tou seemed to have lost his soul, sitting there blankly, his gray hair fluttering in a mess.

"The statue in Mr. Liu's arms, but the statue of the saint?" Feidao asked.

Old Liu reacted dully, then nodded blankly.

The next day, light rain.In the morning, Dao Yan took the two of them up the mountain again.After settling the ceremony, he smiled at Feidao: "Benefactor, can I take a step to speak."

The two came to the stone platform outside, the back of Dao Yan holding the umbrella was a little lonely, and the cassock was fluttering in the wind, so Dao walked to his side.

"When the previous abbot was still alive decades ago, he often said that the Buddha statues in the Daxiong Hall still needed to be repaired."

"At that time, the incense in Shengquan Temple was not at its peak, and the temple was dilapidated. Dao Yan learned to carve according to the Buddha statues in the Daxiong Hall. Slowly, it also has a certain look."

"In a flash, more than ten years have passed. Since my master's generation, the incense of Shengquan Temple has gradually flourished, and it has gradually become a well-known temple."

Fei Dao listened quietly to what Dao Yan said.

"In the earliest days, people sought food and clothing for peace, and then fame and wealth, marriage, and longevity. Human desires are endless. Perhaps because of this, the mountain gods have also changed."

"Every abbot is connected with the mountain god of Foshi Mountain. In my generation, the mountain god chose Duyan."

"The change of the mountain god also led to the change of Du Yan. He was obsessed with carving, became irritable and full of obsession, so the previous abbot passed on the position of abbot to me."

"I know that the benefactor has profound magic power, and I want to ask the benefactor to cut off the connection between the mountain god and his junior, so that he can return to normal."

Dao Yan turned his head and bowed to Fei Dao: "This poor monk is here, thank you benefactor."

Feidao looked at him indifferently, and then looked at the endless mountains and said: "Everything has animism, and it should not be profaned. Trying to use it will eventually backfire."

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a muffled thunder suddenly sounded, and Dao Yan's gray eyebrows frowned.

"Master, don't worry, I understand."

The two bid farewell, Dao Yan held the rickety umbrella and stared at Fei Dao's back.

The two didn't stay on the mountain for too long this time, and they went down the mountain before noon. After going down the mountain, Feidao came to Duyan's courtyard with a gift.

On such a cold day, there was still a cold chiseling sound coming from the courtyard, but when Feidao knocked on the door outside the courtyard, the chiseling sound stopped.