monk on the mountain tiger on the mountain

"Sheji! How are you? Sheji!" Tonjuro asked anxiously, shaking Sheji's shoulder.

Sheji read too many memories of Deqing at once, and each scene seemed to be staged in front of her, and she was in a wonderland.At this moment, in order to digest the information and relieve the impact of the horrific pictures, Sheji sat down on the edge of the bed, panting heavily, his chest expanding and contracting, heaving and falling.

Back then when Tonjuro saw Sheji being pinched by someone's neck and breathless, his blood boiled, and he was consciously or subconsciously moved, but now seeing Sheji in such pain, he wished he could bear it instead of Sheji. This is bitter.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Tonjuro looked at Sheji distressedly, gently hugged him, and carried him on his back.

As if recalling something, Sheji stretched his legs, propped up his upper body, and rushed towards Tojuro like a hungry tiger. He stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around Tojuro's neck, frantically asking for a kiss from Tojuro, as if only Tojuro's kiss , Only the warmth from Tojuro's lips, chest, and hands can soothe his restless heart.

After Sheji kissed Tonjuro, he sat down paralyzed as if his energy was taken away, but his hands were still firmly locked on Tojuro's neck.

"Juro..."

"Ah."

"do not leave Me……"

"Don't leave you."

Sheji rubbed his head against Tojuro's arms, greedily took a few breaths from Tojuro's arms, and finally regained his senses and gradually calmed down.

"When you calm down, can you tell me what you saw in your master's memory?" Torajuro rubbed his chin on the top of Sheji's head and said softly.

"My master, because his family couldn't support him when he was young, his parents sent him to become a monk at the Wochan Temple. At that time, my master's master was the abbot of the Wochan Temple, and his name was Wuyuan. Master Wuyuan was very Take care of my master, and my master gradually began to trust him, or rely on him. A few years later, Master Wuyuan went down the mountain to eliminate demons. After returning, it can be seen from the memory of Master that Master Wuyuan At the beginning, he was a little too kind to my master, and from time to time he would do things to my master that ordinary masters and apprentices would not do, and Master Wuyuan looked at my master's eyes, as if he had hidden a lot of things to say , I always feel that the atmosphere between them is very..."

"ambiguous?"

"Maybe. It's just unspeakable. After all, my master would never treat me like this."

"To make your master so obsessed, it is very likely that your master has some inexplicable relationship with this monk named Wuyuan."

"but……"

"You are also a monk. Besides, who said that master and apprentice can't love each other? Go on."

"That's right. Master Wuyuan was punished after he came back. The reason was that he didn't get rid of the monster, but chose to let her go. Master Wuyuan was banned for three days from feet and three days from food. But my master every day At night, I will secretly go to deliver food to him."

"I've seen your master's mischievousness before." Tonjuro said with a smile.

"Do you think my master will have any thoughts about Master Wu Yuan?"

"It's almost inseparable. Then what happened to your master?"

"Then my ancestor, he died." Sheji blinked his ethereal eyes, as if he was telling the sadomasochistic love for the two people in his memory.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"It was burned to death by a group of elders in the temple."

"Could it be... karmic fire?"

"What is karma?"

"It's a kind of fire from hell that burns sinners. It must be that your ancestor fell into the devil's way. Ordinary mana can't subdue him, so it is estimated that the group of elders united and summoned the fire of hell. Your master ancestor was burned to ashes, not even his soul can survive in this world."

"So vicious!"

"But they will also pay a price."

"What is it?"

"life."

"When you say that, I think of one thing. According to my master's memory, he should have been only a young man at that time. How come he seems to have grown old all of a sudden."

"Growing old? Did your master grow old after being burned by karmic fire?"

"Yes, but my master definitely did not participate in the spell of summoning karma. It seems that he said such a sentence when holding up the ashes of the master's ancestor, 'I would like to exchange my life for your soul to linger'. Then look at his The hands have become a pair of old people's hands."

"This is Gathering Soul, a forbidden technique that has been lost for a long time. It used to be a kind of spell used to resurrect the soul, so it was banned at that time. I only heard of it. I didn't know that there are still people in this world. Know how to use it. Your master wants to gather the soul of your ancestor and put it in someone else's body, but he may not have experience, or the books he saw are forged or incomplete, so your ancestor His soul has not been gathered."

With a disappointed expression on his face, Sheji looked at Deqing who was still in a coma, blinked his eyes weak due to fatigue, and thought: Master, it is not easy for you. If you can wake up, I will never follow you again. You talked back.

***

Deqing felt a little dizzy in his head, as if a heavy weight weighed on his whole head.He desperately wanted to shake off all the oppression and break free from the confinement. He swung his head and hands and feet from side to side, as if breaking the ropes that bound his whole body.

When he was struggling with his disobedient body, he suddenly woke up in the darkness, and found that he was not lying on the bed, but lying in a cold place.

--This is where?

"Z... hiss... ah...?"

"Zheshihai?"

"Zesila mud?"

"Zhishi Nali?"

"This is where?"

--Who is there?

"Si...scattered...?"

"Sai Zahan?"

"Although you are patient?"

"Sleeping, Lee?"

"Who is there?"

"Who are you? Come out! Don't play tricks!"

Deqing stood up abruptly.Suddenly, the surroundings became brighter, Deqing was dumbfounded, there were five people around, each of them had the face of his master, Wuyuan!

Deqing was surrounded by five "Wu Yuan" in the center, he turned around and looked at every "Wu Yuan" who spoke.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my master?"

Jia Wuyuan: "Deqing, I am your master! What are you doing?"

"What's your purpose?"

Yi Wuyuan: "Don't you know me? De"

"My master has passed away."

Bing Wuyuan: "Qing, you are so ruthless! I am because of"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Ding Wuyuan: "You were locked in the room of contemplation."

"speak English!"

Wu Wuyuan: "Deqing,"

Jia Wuyuan: "I"

Yi Wuyuan: "OK"

Bing Wuyuan: "Thinking"

Ding Wuyuan: "Near"

Wu Wuyuan: "You."

Deqing stopped suddenly, and there was only death-like silence in the place.

"Master..."

Jia Wuyuan: "From now on, you will forget your original common name and change your name to Deqing. From now on, I will teach you. I am your master, and my name is Wuyuan."

"Master..."

Yi Wuyuan: "Deqing, get up, you can sleep with me tonight."

"Master..."

Bing Wuyuan: "Good morning, Deqing, did you sleep well last night?"

"Master..."

Ding Wuyuan: "Deqing, Master is going down the mountain for a while, and he may not be able to come back for a while. You have to listen to the elders and practice hard, you understand?"

"Master..."

Wu Wuyuan: "Deqing, Master is reluctant to let you go, let's go with Master, we can go anywhere, and never come back!"

"Master..."

"Deqing..."

Deqing suddenly opened his eyes, woke up from the nightmare, panting heavily as if he was still in shock, lying motionless on the bed like a zombie.

"Master, you're awake!" Sheji was pleasantly surprised that Deqing was able to wake up from his deep sleep.

But Deqing didn't seem to hear Sheji's voice, nor did he see Sheji, he didn't have any explanation or doubts about his coma for many days, he just stared blankly at the roof.After a while, he stiffened his upper body and wanted to sit up, but just as he raised his angle, he heard a "boom" when he was dragged by his heavy body and slammed back onto the bed heavily, causing Sheji to be shocked. I had to tremble three times, and I felt pain just listening to the sound.

Deqing tried to get up again, and Sheji quickly supported Deqing's arm, but Deqing turned a blind eye to Sheji, allowing Sheji to help him up.

Deqing sat up straight, turned around slowly like a puppet, put down a pair of bare feet, and stepped on the cold ground to get off the bed barefoot.

He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't use the strength in his legs, and he just stood up a little, then fell back to the bed.Sheji had no choice but to put Deqing's arm on his shoulder, and supported him to stand up under his armpit.Deqing still didn't respond to Sheji, but walked out with stiff legs and dragging his heels.

Sheji was very puzzled by Deqing's behavior, because Deqing seemed to have no consciousness and no soul, like a puppet, he dragged his feet forward, bumped into a chair, and knocked on the threshold without making a sound.Deqing stared blankly, ignored Sheji, and walked out of the room without even putting on his shoes.

"Master! Where are you going?" Sheji took Deqing's shoes and coat and chased after him.

"Master! What's wrong with you?!"

"Master!"

"Master..."

"Master, long time no see, how have you been all these years?

Since that incident, the brothers and sisters have left and scattered, and the elders who caused you to die, and almost disappeared, and the temple has been left unattended since then, and it has been dilapidated and desolate. This is the point.But your meditation room still maintains its original appearance. I clean it every night after Sheji falls asleep, and I never let him in.

Oh, by the way, Master, now the disciples also have disciples!

The disciples did not teach him any way to subdue demons and demons, nor forbid him to drink alcohol and eat meat, nor forbid him to move his heart.I don't want our tragedy to happen to him again.

The ridiculous thing is that the disciple is not a good master, and the disciple cannot let him live a good life.I often only care about drinking and eating meat, and don't care about his food and clothing. Maybe I have been immersed in my own sentimentality and don't care about him that much.

Master, you will feel sad because you have such incompetent disciples as disciples.So you're leaving, are you?

Speaking of which, this little brat recently had a sweetheart, a tiger demon.My disciple doesn't like that tiger demon, he always fights against me!However, the disciple was very pleased that he could treat Sheji with sincerity, and Sheji was also willing to entrust his sincerity to him.

……

Master, the flowers are about to thank you.The tree will also wither.

Master, it would be great if you were by my disciple's side...

Master...

Master...

Master...

Can you hear me? "

Deqing came under the peach blossom tree that had begun to wither and rot, leaning his back on the trunk, propping the ground with one hand, sat down slowly, rested his head on the trunk, and closed his eyes.

Sheji stepped forward, put on Deqing's shoes, covered him with his coat, stood up straight, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Deqing.

"Master, may you rest in peace forever."

"pat".

"pat".

Sheji straightened up and blinked her rosy eyes.

The fallen leaves and remaining flowers gathered together and spun around on the ground, then circled up to the sky along with a light smoke, and rode away with the wind.

The author has something to say:

Inspired by watching the stage play written by my senior sister, I wrote a scene of Deqing waking up in a dream

Thank you very much for the little fairies and fairies who saw here!