Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Involved.

But now, the master has gone west for many years, and even Master Wuwu has completed his merits and virtues, and has reached the age when he has to be extradited to become a Buddha.

His heart was bitter, and he felt helpless.The reason why he managed to survive these days that Ming'er had forgotten was because of the indestructible backing of Master Wuwo, knowing that he was supernaturally powerful and would eventually overcome the hardships of the two of them; Knowing that changes are unpredictable, he can no longer be naive and optimistic.

If my master passed away and Ming'er forgot about him and became a fairy, how would he live in this world calmly and alone?

Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, Master Wuwo comforted him: "There is no need to worry about Sangong Dan. After hearing about this a few days ago, Kong Fan asked for some manuscript medical books from me when he left. I will travel to various places to collect some medicinal materials, and I will also try to share your worries for the two of you; his medical skills are good, I will pack up the results of these days and send them to Xiuning Mountain later, although it may be later in the future , but it should be in time.”

After finishing speaking, seeing Chelian remained silent for a long time, he asked hesitantly, "Jiayu...how does he see you now?"

"What do you think?" Che Lian said with a wry smile, "Although I won't be regarded as a scourge, but because of my uncontrollable love, the estrangement has gradually arisen."

Seeing that Che Lian's brows that were as old as himself were full of sorrow, Master Wu Wu was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Boy Lian, in fact, you should also know... Now that the poison of frog saliva has been cured, get rid of it and wait for it to be released." In addition to teaching Jiayu to recover from Sangong Dan, in fact, as long as you and him practice together and continue to practice this secret method of seizing phases, everything will be solved easily."

He saw Che Lian's throat move, the hand that was still holding the relic tightly, but then slowly loosened.

"No." His voice was far away, revealing a touch of helplessness and firmness, "Master also knows that Ming'er was abused and did many things he didn't want when he was young. The monk's appearance is good to me, I am afraid that Ming'er will be the first to think of the nightmare of being forced/raped/humiliated in the last life before he thinks of me."

After finishing speaking, he smiled wryly again: "I will never do anything to force Ming'er in my life, even if he just forgets me."

Then he stood in front of Master Wuwu and bowed his head deeply. When he looked up, his face had already returned to calm.

"Master, you and Kid Lian have known each other for a hundred years, and you treat me like your own son on weekdays. It is too late to thank you for all the things you are grateful for. I only hope that we can get together in the Pure Land in the future. You will die and become a Buddha this time, and I can't keep you." , and only the believer and the disciple said Amitabha Buddha. The rest of the mortal world is right and wrong, Lianzi knows it in his own mind, so please rest assured."

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Seven days later, Master Anatta passed away.

Chelian wore cassocks and chanted scriptures all night, dressed Master Wuwu himself and entered the alcove, led the monks to drink tea and burn incense, tea and funeral bones, and carried the bones of the Buddha into the pagoda. It took more than half a month after the ritual ceremony , During the period, he meditated every day, and did not go to the West Temple to catch a glimpse of Yuemingxi.

After Sanbao Temple cleaned the abbot's courtyard and welcomed the new abbot, he walked out of a secluded meditation room, looked up at the clear sun in the midsummer morning, and took a deep breath of the courtyard. Having not seen the fresh air for many days, he stepped out of this dark and cramped place, wanting to see Ming'er's current appearance.

After Master Wuwo became a Buddha, he did not send those medicinal materials and manuscripts to Kong Fan as he had asked, but moved the medical books and medicinal posts that had been stored in the Buddhist scriptures building over the years, and picked up his past as a medical monk when he was young. Nesting in the medicine furnace room, he devoted himself to studying the technique of purification every day, but gradually figured out the way, and felt that their reunion was just around the corner.

After the departure of Master Wuwu, he realized how happy he was once, and almost all the ups and downs in his life were done by others; In Ning Temple, Ming'er took care of everything for him, and then Master Wuwu helped him with all his strength. Even when he was about to die from poisoning, his junior brother Kong Fan came to save his life.

This time, he didn't want to pretend to be someone else, since he could do what he could do, so why bother his junior brother who had already done his fate.

And he had made a major breakthrough last night, purifying the poisonous and overbearing Sangong Dan by six or seven points. Seeing that the medicinal materials were exhausted, and the merchants and medicine shops at the foot of the mountain had little need, he planned to return to Xiuning Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River to continue practicing. This antidote.

If possible, he would also like to take Ming'er with him; it's just that he doesn't know if Ming'er is still willing to believe him.

Che Lian walked to the increasingly desolate West Temple, did not see him in the treetops and eaves where the Yueming River had always been, and heard what seemed to be the sound of children playing in the depths of the Temple, and felt a little subtle in his heart With a premonition, he followed the sound along the green path and walked over.

What I can see is still a group of noble pilgrim children playing in this courtyard, but there is a handsome boy who is slightly taller, who is between children and teenagers.

Yue Mingxi commanded the children in front of him to squat under the tree to wrap snowballs, as if he was having a snowball fight with them, describing his behavior as a child king, and seemed to be having a good time.

Before Che Lian had time to be amazed at the fact that Ming'er had become smaller again, when she saw the snowball they threw at each other, her heart suddenly became cold.

In the hot summer, where did they find snow?

Thinking in this way, his eyes almost tremblingly fell on the pine tree where two snowmen were originally piled up.

On a snowy winter day last year, Ming'er made a snowman with her own love for her. At this time, the children stepped on the snowman without recognition, as if they were curious about the snow that would not melt, and they laughed and dismantled each other. Playing with the bodies of snowmen, including the Yueming River, which once regarded them as treasures.

Yuemingxi was chasing and playing with the child in front of him with a snowball in his hand, and bumped into Chelian's arms without paying attention.He raised his head to look at Che Lian with difficulty, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then suddenly realized:

"...the elder of the West Hall?"

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After Master Wuwo passed away that day, Yue Mingxi was really depressed for a while.

Although he doesn't remember all the pasts he had with this teacher and father, he only said that he treated him well, which is very different from the group of old and sour talents of the Zhujian School. It's hard not to make him feel good; In the past, Yuemingxi, who was at a sad age, was also sad for a long time.

A few days later, he was still bored in this West Temple, but he always felt that something was missing; then he found that the elder Xitang who seemed to be fond of him had disappeared, and he hadn't seen him for many days. appeared before him.

At first, Yuemingxi was happy and at ease, no longer having to worry about how to reject an old monk's love, but later he always felt a little bit unmotivated, as if his heart was empty.

Of course, he didn't feel that he had feelings for some old monk, he just said that it was too boring here, and he had to find an excuse to go home; but the strange thing was that although he had such thoughts occasionally, he didn't really care about it. There is no plan to leave here.

In addition to the absence of Elder Xitang, which made him a little uncomfortable, he also found that his body was becoming immature day by day, just as Master Wuwu said.

When he woke up this morning, he found that he seemed to be much shorter than yesterday, and he couldn't remember many things.

He vaguely felt that yesterday should be the third day of the twelfth lunar month. He and his parents went to other states to visit friends. On the way back, he ate too much candied haws and had a stomachache. After drinking the medicine, he was coaxed to sleep by his mother very early. However, he was already in this unnamed ancient temple in the north of Shanxi.

Although it was unbelievable, he still had the impression of Master Wuwo and Elder Xitang, and his head was still in confusion, so he didn't cry to find his parents.

After skilfully sneaking to Xiangji Kitchen to fill his stomach, he found a group of children brought by pilgrims playing in the snow in the Buddhist monastery, so he gladly joined them and dismantled the two very strange snowmen to pieces. When the snowball fight started, I didn't expect whose masterpiece it would be.

When he saw a strange but familiar old monk appearing in this Buddhist monastery, his mind was already blank and he could barely spell out the word "Elder of the West Hall". Let go of your doubts.

Unexpectedly, however, Elder Xitang didn't seem to pay attention to his plan, but just stared straight at the damaged snowman, his dry lips were slightly murmured, and the next moment he burst into tears.

He was startled, and looked helplessly at his little friends behind him who were still kicking the sky and wells on the snowman. Even though he was ignorant, he understood, and immediately changed his face and drove these children away from the snowdrift. Move this insoluble curiosity.

"Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn! Hurry up and go back to your parents, otherwise there will be a snow goblin teaching you to pee your pants!"

The children curled their lips when they heard the words, and didn't believe his frightening lies. However, seeing that he was so fierce and domineering, another child in yellow recognized that the old monk who was crying at the snowman was the red-clothed monster back then, and vaguely Afraid that the young man with extraordinary skills would come to trouble them again, after whispering something in his own ear, he ran away obediently.

Only then did Yue Mingxi heave a sigh of relief, and then nervously looked at Elder Xitang who was kneeling by the snowdrift, feeling really guilty in his heart, and said, "I'm really sorry, Elder Xitang, I didn't know it was yours. Snowmen... I'll restore them right now, just wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he tried hard to recall the faces of the two snowmen just now, and picked up the snow from the ground to restore them.

He clumsily wiped the snowman's head, only to feel that the appearance seemed to be getting worse and worse, so he couldn't help looking at the elder Xitang in embarrassment, wanting him to come