If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

"Ugh..."

In the chaotic grass, the little white fox whimpered and struggled to open his eyes covered with blood.

Yan Ling squatted down stiffly, brushed away the blades of grass, and stretched out his hand, trying to hug the huddled fluffy.

But just when his fingers were about to touch the little fox's body, the little fox's figure suddenly disappeared and spread out from the tail, gradually turning into wisps of white mist.

The mist is cold, piercing through the fingers.

Yan Ling's dilated pupils froze for a moment.

His fingers stopped in mid-air until the dewy grass blades broke loose and hit the back of his hand, waking him up.

It was as if nothing had ever appeared under the fence.

Yan Ling got up slowly and walked back to the yard.

When passing by the cellar and the earth wall that the little fox smashed into, he deliberately paused, but found that the blood from before seemed to be an illusion, disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

Only the fishy smell left in the night wind.

Back in the house, the little monk hugged the quilt, curled up his legs, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He didn't notice all the commotion outside?Yan Ling was surprised and felt a little weird.

He took off his clothes, pushed the little monk inside, and was about to lie down, when he suddenly heard a painful moan.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Si Qi's handsome face suddenly turned pale, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare, and a bright red suddenly oozes from his forehead and browbones.

One of Si Qi's legs was also trembling slightly, as if the pain was unbearable.

When Si Qi was in so much pain that he was about to struggle to open his eyes, Yan Ling pressed his forehead with one hand and held his calf with the other, slowly sending him a cool feeling.

Soon, Si Qi's frown was loosened, and with cold sweat all over his head, he fell asleep exhaustedly.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Ling hugged the little monk into his arms with stiff arms, and patted him on the back. He didn't stop until he heard those small and comfortable little snores again, and then closed his eyes.

Si Qi seemed to be completely unaware of what happened that night.

The next day was gloomy, and it rained heavily after a while.

The rain never stopped, it continued for two or three days at once.Si Qi promised Si Yuan that he would go digging red jade during the day, but it was also delayed because of the weather.

Yan Ling asked Si Qi to sort out all the Buddhist scriptures, leaning against the window where the rain was making noise, and flipped through them one by one.

The little monk was also sitting beside him watching, just watching, there was a burst of yawning from behind the scroll, and after a while, it turned into a little snoring, the boy's straight waist limp and slumped, Leaning on Yan Ling's chest.

Looking at the little monk whose hands and feet were sleeping softly, Yan Ling slowly took out a rolling pin and a pot lid, and smashed them down with a clatter.

"Ah! It's thundering!"

Siqi jumped up like a carp, his eyes wandered for a while in shock, and fell on the rolling pin in Yan Ling's hand, rubbing his face depressedly, "It's this trick again... Alas, are you a monk or am I a monk?" ? Don’t you feel sleepy after reading these Buddhist scriptures?”

Yan Lingmu stared at him blankly, then picked up a note from the table that he had written long ago, "Recite the scriptures carefully."

"I don't miss it."

Si Qi squatted in front of Yan Ling like a puppy, put his chin on his knee, hugged his thigh and smiled, "Master Yan, tell me about the things that happened at the bottom of the mountain tonight. I grew up on the mountain since I was a child, and I rarely Going down the mountain, I heard that going down the mountain is very fun, isn't it? What do you do at home on weekdays?"

Yan Ling picked up another piece of paper: "Spanking."

"Are you spanking at home? Who is spanking?" Si Qi was taken aback, straightened up and was about to ask again, but suddenly heard a knock on the door amidst the sound of rain.

"Junior Brother Si Qi!"

Indistinct shouts came from outside the courtyard gate.

The words Si Qi wanted to ask stuck in his throat, he paused, got up and opened the umbrella, and went out to open the door.

The damp wooden door was opened, and outside the door was a young monk who had a good relationship with Siqi, wearing a coir raincoat and carrying a bundle, as if he was about to travel far.

Siqi thought for a moment, frowned and said, "Brother Sizhen? Are you... going down the mountain?"

Sizhen smiled honestly: "Yes, I think the rain has lightened a lot, and it should stop at noon, and I will go down the mountain at that time. I came here to say goodbye to Junior Brother Siqi, and I also wanted to ask you , Would you like to go down the mountain with our brothers and make a living?"

Si Qi was surprised: "Brother, are you going to leave Zhaowen Temple completely and go down the mountain to return to vulgarity? Does Brother Siyuan know? In our temple..."

"Junior brother Siqi, you've seen what's going on in our temple."

Sizhen interrupted Siqi, sighed, and said sadly, "Look at you here, has anyone come to deliver food these few days? It's not that we don't want to come to deliver food to you, but that the temple really can't get rid of it. Siyuan opened a warehouse the day before yesterday, saying that there was no food, and everyone stayed as long as they wanted, and left as they wanted. I discussed it with a few brothers, and decided to go down the mountain. There is no use for staying here except to eat rice, and Master doesn’t know. Can you come back..."

He paused and laughed, "Hey, let's not talk about this, I was thinking that we are all orphans? Unlike other brothers, we can go home after going down the mountain, and we have a follower. So the few of us Just make a partner, walk together, find work together, and rely on each other. What do you think, junior brother?"

Such a huge Zhaowen Temple, will it break up as soon as it is said?

Si Qi still couldn't remember it.

After hearing Sizhen finished speaking, he thought for a while and said, "I can go down the mountain together with senior brother, but the master treats me as much as a mountain, I don't want to go too far, so I can go back to the mountain every few days to have a look. My senior brother gave me something."

Sizhen's rough eyebrows furrowed.

"Also, I can't leave Young Master Yan of the Yan family alone, I think..."

Sizhen immediately said: "Brother Siqi, I cannot decide these matters alone. If you really don't want to leave, then wait a little longer. Brother still has something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After speaking, his face turned cold, and he left in a hurry without giving any more glances.

Si Qi glanced at Si Zhen's back through the rain curtain, turned around and went back to the room, repeated it with Yan Ling, and finally snorted: "This senior brother Si Zhen has a simple and honest face, who really thinks he is I don’t know that he secretly robbed other young monks of money? If I go down the mountain with him, I will be robbed completely within two steps.”

Yan Ling was amused, he didn't expect the little monk to be clever.

However, Zhaowen Temple ran out of food, so the other monks were sent down the mountain—this theory is not reliable at all.Even if the Yan family didn't value him any more, they would never send him here without giving Zhaowen Temple a single coin.

Siyuan didn't know what calculations he was planning.

Yan Ling still remembers what Siyuan said to the person named Hongyu in the cellar that day, and has been secretly preparing.

Through the past few days of getting along, Yan Ling already knew that if Siyuan really attacked the young monk, he would never stand by and watch.Then, with his character, he can't sit still and wait for death, but must strike first.

At night, when Yan Ling regained his freedom, he fumbled for some cinnabar to write and draw.

Si Qi lay on the bed, poked his head out from under the quilt, and said suddenly: "Master Yan, why do you suddenly like to study these ghostly symbols?"

"Sleep in your sleep." Yan Ling didn't lift his head.

Si Qi was quiet for a while, turned over again, and looked at the top of the bed curtain: "Master Yan, you said during the day that you also like spanking at home? Have you ever spanked other butts besides mine? Why didn't anyone chop it up?" Where's your hand..."

"Are you in debt today too?"

Yan Ling drew a piece of talisman paper according to the appearance in his chaotic memory, looked at it for a moment, then turned to look at Si Qi, "Why do I sound so sour?"

He lazily raised the corners of his lips, "I hit you only once, and I became addicted to it. It's soft and bouncy, and it still trembles when I shoot it, it's so pitiful..."

"Let you talk nonsense!"

The little monk jumped out of the bed, and a fierce tiger rushed to Yan Ling, trying to cover his mouth.

But the Yan Ling at this time was not the Yan Ling in the daytime, he turned slightly to avoid Si Qi's attack, and with a wave of his hand, he used cinnabar to add two bright red beards to the little monk's cheeks.

"Well, it's even more pitiful." Yan Ling pressed Si Qi's back of the neck, took a look, and said with a pun.

There was a huge disparity in strength, Si Qi didn't struggle anymore, and when Yan Ling let go, he leaned forward and wiped all the cinnabar on his face onto the tip of Yan Ling's nose.

Si Qi took a look, the handsome and gentle young man with a red nose, laughed so hard that he almost sat on the ground.

Having made enough noise, Yan Ling reluctantly took a wet handkerchief, dragged Si Qi to wipe his face clean, and cleaned his face himself.

"Master Yan, I heard that you are a big family, and the young master has a school boy when he studies." Si Qi walked around the desk and said seriously, "Look, if our Zhaowen Temple really collapses, can I go to pawn for you?" Book boy?"

As he spoke, he was a little tangled, "I just heard that your rich family, the young master and the book boy have a love story..."

A fucking love story...

Yan Ling's hand holding the pen paused, a rune suddenly appeared in his mind like a spring, he finished the drawing like a flowing cloud, and raised his hand to directly paste it on Si Qi's forehead.

"Young monk can't break the precept, but you are too good-looking, Young Master Yan, so it's not..."

The voice suddenly disappeared, and Si Qi moved his mouth a few times following the previous words, only to realize that something was wrong. Immediately, he was full of awe of Yan Ling who drew the talisman, and moved back to the bed without making any noise.

"Small color monk." Yan Ling sneered, and continued to lower his head to try the runes.

After the rain stopped, Siqi had to go to the back mountain to dig red jade with a small basket on his back.

Today's warlocks are actually not much different from ordinary people. The only difference is that they can use extraordinary artifacts to attack and do other unimaginable things that cannot be done with ordinary power.

The sorcerers of Zhaowen Temple used red jade.

According to Master Kongle, this red jade was produced in the back mountain, and it was obtained by chance. Only those with high talent, pure heart, and predestined relationship can get it and serve as envoys.Moreover, there are only three pieces of red jade in Zhaowen Temple. The previous Siguan was abolished, and the red jade in his hand dissipated, which means that another piece has grown in the back mountain.

Si Qi came here to find this area.

But the harvest was not very good. He dug up a basket of wild vegetables and mushrooms, but he couldn't find ruby.

Leaving from the back mountain near noon, I met another senior brother who came to chop firewood.

"Junior brother Siqi?"

That senior brother was out of his mind and almost bumped into Si Qi.When he came back to his senses, he saw that it was Si Qi, and he was startled, "You, didn't you and Sizhen go down the mountain? You...you came back?"

Si Qi shook his head: "I didn't go down the mountain with them. Senior brother, your face is not very good-looking. The back mountain road is not easy to walk, so be careful."

He gave some instructions and was about to turn around and leave, rushing back to cook for Yan Ling, but he was grabbed by this senior and carefully pulled to the side of the road.

"Brother?" Si Qi was startled.

The senior brother looked around and said in a low voice: "Brother Siqi, just because of what you just said, the senior brother couldn't bear not to tell you... Sizhen and the others are all missing."

"Missing? They didn't go down the mountain?" Si Qi's heart suddenly tightened.

"It's raining. I went down the mountain after the rain stopped yesterday." The senior brother said, "But this morning I went to clean the clock tower, only to see the heavy rain of the previous two days, which buried the mountain road. It's really unbearable. Let's go up the mountain and down the mountain." There is only one main road in total, and the other small roads have been closed long ago. You said that if they really went down the mountain, how could they not see that the road was broken and not turn around and come back?"

"Junior Brother, you should be careful, our temple... I don't know what provoked it, alas."

After the senior brother had finished speaking in a secretive manner, and ignored Si Qi's reaction, he shook his head, carried the ax and continued towards the back mountain.

When the mountain wind blew past, Si Qi shuddered all over, feeling a chill down his spine.

"This matter should be done by Siyuan."

The night was dark and the bed curtains hung lightly.

Yan Lingmu's stunned expression gradually became natural. After listening to Si Qi's words, he sat up from the bed and said softly, "A few nights ago, I saw him talking to the ghost locked in the cellar. , roughly meaning to sacrifice all the people in this temple, and ask the ghost in the cellar to do something for him."

Si Qi froze, then slowly frowned.

"Not surprised?" Seeing the young monk's face, Yan Ling was slightly surprised and laughed.

Si Qi shook his head: "Since Senior Brother Si Yuan came back, I felt that something was wrong with him. There were also frequent accidents in the temple."

He paused, then glanced at Yan Ling, "You smashed the jade pendant he gave me on purpose, right? I saw it. Brother Siyuan's face was very scary at that time."

He is not pure, kind and stupid, but there are some things that can only be seen more clearly if we stand outside the matter and look at it.

"So, these days, you read Buddhist scriptures and draw talismans to prepare for your escape?" Si Qi sat at the table, watching Yan Ling start to practice drawing talismans tirelessly again, and said aloud.

"Do not."

Yan Ling tapped the little monk's bald head with the pen, "In this situation, running is the worst policy. Besides... you should be the person Siyuan wants to kill the most, and also the last person to kill. Anyone can have a chance to escape, but you No. So, I am preparing to fight back, not to escape."

"Anti-kill?" Si Qi was taken aback.

Yan Ling finished drawing a complete Explosion Talisman, and smiled: "A rabbit can also fight an eagle, not to mention, we are not rabbits. In the evening, I have sent a letter to Siyuan in your handwriting. The letter It said that you heard a knock on the door in the cellar in the middle of the night, and you were frightened, and you wanted to go down the mountain and leave."

Si Qi was completely startled: "Then if Senior Brother Si Yuan really wanted to kill me and saw it, wouldn't he come and arrest me immediately?"

He trembled all over, jumped up like a rabbit, ran to the corner of the room and picked up the axe, "This axe is too heavy to handle... Do you still use your rolling pin? I'll go to the kitchen and get it for you?"

"If you insist on bringing the ax into the house, you already thought of it?" Yan Ling asked without answering.

Si Qi blinked: "This is called planning for a rainy day."

"Don't worry about it."

Yan Ling picked up the talismans on the table one by one into his hands, looked towards the door, and raised his voice with a half-smile: "Senior brother Siyuan, since you have already come, don't hide it. Or... Those few small formations have caused the senior brother to be seriously injured and unable to move?"

"joke!"

With a sneer, a distorted shadow suddenly appeared on the door panel, and a strong wind blasted the door open, knocking the door panels on both sides flying out.

Siyuan, who was wearing a gray monk's robe, stepped in and looked at Yan Ling with a dark look, "How dare you say a little trick and say that you will kill the poor monk?"

His eyes flicked between Yan Ling's eyebrows, and he suddenly smiled: "But it's really not easy for Young Master Yan to pretend to be stupid for so many years. Why don't you continue to pretend? For a little monk, as for that? If the Yan family knew about them The eldest young master has been keeping them in the dark, deceiving everyone, and I don't know what means..."

"When you say that, I'm really a little scared." Yan Ling smiled casually.

Siyuan's expression sank: "I don't want to eat a toast, but I'm fined wine! Didn't you come here just for the relics? You and I joined forces, killed Si Qi, and dug out the relics for you, as long as you help me subdue the red jade in the cellar." This deal is not bad at all, Young Master Yan, don't you think about it?"

Shelly?

Yan Ling's heart flickered for a moment.

He really didn't know about the so-called relics.Could it be that in Siyuan's eyes, he came to Zhaowen Temple only for the relics?And this relic...is in Siqi's body?

He subconsciously glanced at Si Qi, but saw the little monk holding an ax and blocking him aggressively, staring at Si Yuan, unmoved by Si Yuan's words at all.

Where did you trust him so much?

Yan Ling was amused, and asked tentatively, "Have you found the relic?"

Siyuan frowned, seeming a little puzzled and impatient: "What are you pretending? If you didn't find the relic in Siqi's body, why did you smash the jade pendant I detected a few days ago and still protest at me? Don't do it now." It’s covered up, everyone open the skylight and speak honestly. I’m not sure about getting the relic, so it’s okay to exchange it with you.”

His tone softened, full of persuasion: "I've heard it a long time ago that Young Master Yan was born with a root of wisdom and is destined for my Buddhist school, but the Yan family does not want you to enter the Buddhist school because there are too few Buddhist warlocks. But if you can It's different after getting this relic. Although I don't know what grade this relic is, but those who can condense relics are all sorcerers and eminent monks. If Young Master Yan swallows it, he can use it for himself and protect him As a tool, become a warlock."

"In this way, returning to the Yan family and regaining power is nothing more than flipping hands."

Siyuan's voice is gentle and calm, and in a few words, he outlines a bright future, which is very capable of bewitching.

"The price is that I help you subdue the ghosts in the cellar?" Yan Ling asked.

Siyuan nodded: "Master Yan only needs to sweep the formation for me. I think Master Yan's formation is really good. With our joint efforts, we should be able to subdue that ruby. It doesn't take much trouble."

"Do you think my formation is good?"

Yan Ling raised his eyebrows suddenly, looked at Siyuan with a smile, and sighed, "But I think this formation is far worse than my talisman. You want to separate Siqi and me, and delay time, I'm afraid Is it true that you were injured by that formation? How is your recovery? Can you withstand... my Explosive Talisman?"

Siyuan's face changed drastically in an instant, and he was about to fly out of the door, but saw Yan Ling raised his hand and swung two bolts of light like lightning, which struck him in an instant.

Nor was he unprepared.

The red jade in the palm suddenly appeared, and countless smoke billowed up, forming a barrier, blocking the talisman for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Siyuan jumped out, and before he could escape to the gate of the courtyard, his vest suddenly became hot, no amount of smoke could resist it, and a loud cracking sound exploded in the courtyard.

"what--!"

Flesh and blood flew, and the white smoke suddenly dispersed.

A piece of red jade tumbled out, fell to the ground, and slowly turned into a pool of thick blood, seeping into the ground.

Si Qi was stunned by the fighting skills of the rabbit ups and downs, although in his opinion, there was no fight at all, it was purely Yan Ling's unilateral rhetoric and crushing.

"That's amazing..." The little monk was suddenly a little proud, and turned to look at Yan Ling.

Yan Ling stood behind the table from the beginning to the end without moving, and easily smashed Si Yuan into ashes.Although the scene was a bit bloody, but at least there was no mistake.

Si Qi breathed a sigh of relief, put down the axe, and was about to pounce on Yan Ling, but saw Yan Ling move his lips with a stiff smile: "What are you doing in a daze? Help me, and suddenly I have no strength..."

The dantian felt contraction-like pains one after another, and some cold sweat broke out on Yan Ling's forehead.

Si Qi hurriedly went over to support Yan Ling, only then did he feel that Yan Ling seemed to be very weak, he had been supporting himself just now, "Yes, it was because of the activation of the Explosion Talisman? Then... isn't that a magician's method?"

Yan Ling shook his head, his face turned pale: "I don't know what it is, but I just drew it in my mind. I was excited too much, my head hurt... my stomach hurts too." Seeing that Si Qi wanted to help him onto the bed , Yan Ling grabbed Si Qi's arm instead, "Leave here first, it's not safe. There was too much movement just now, and I don't know if the people in the cellar were disturbed..."

Fortunately, everything went according to his plan, and Siyuan was caught off guard.

Ensnare with a weak formation first, making Siyuan think that his level is only average and he can handle it.Then use the burst talisman to attack and kill him with one blow.If Siyuan is still alive like this, then he has no other means.

They are single and weak, but they are all dangerous moves.

"it is good."

Si Qi nodded, thought for a while, let go of Yan Ling, and quickly packed up a bag, "Let's go down the mountain, I must have heard movement from the main hall and the front yard, if anyone comes, it will be troublesome. Let's go down the mountain, Even if the mountain road is impassable, you can go to the gazebo to rest first, it's still not cold at night."

Yan Ling nodded and smiled: "Such a small burden, why don't you bring your collection?"

"No more," Si Qi helped him step over the threshold and walked out, "I'm running for my life, it's inconvenient for you to wear a skirt."

Yan Ling laughed so hard that he coughed twice, he really wanted to break open the little monk's bald ladle to see what kind of flirts it contained.

Seeing the reluctance in the little monk's eyes, Yan Ling couldn't help but say, "When I get down the mountain, I'll buy you some new ones. You look good in them, and you can wear some fake hair... "

Si Qi interrupted him suddenly: "You think I wear skirts, do you like me?"

Yan Ling was startled, looked at Si Qi, and said with a smile: "You are so young, do you know what liking is? Don't you wear it for me too? You like me too?"

As they passed by the courtyard, the two avoided the pool of flesh and blood, deliberately not looking at it.

Yan Ling covered half of his body so as not to frighten Si Qi.

Si Qi was silent for a moment, turned his head, his sleepy look disappeared, his pair of red phoenix eyes were black and white, as bright as the stars in the Milky Way.He suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, and was about to say something, but suddenly his expression froze and he stopped in his tracks.

"how……"

Si Qi stopped suddenly, Yan Ling's body tilted and he was almost dragged down.

He held Si Qi back, looked back with vigilance, and the questioning words just got stuck in his throat.

A hand made of white bones pierced through Si Qi's chest.

Flesh and blood were dripping, and the hand slowly opened, revealing a gray-white bead in the palm.

The moment the bead appeared, it turned into fly ash in an instant, with only a slight glow, which smashed into Yan Ling's eyebrows in an instant.

Can't help saying can't help but refuse.

Countless memories came flooding back in an instant.

"hiss……"

The veins on Yan Ling's forehead bulged, his knees gave way, and he knelt down on the ground, his black hair falling out inch by inch.

Hongyu's voice came weakly: "Fellow Daoist, you lost control and killed mortals. If you don't wake up again, you may find it difficult to see through the barrier of reincarnation, and you will eventually make a big mistake... I hope you can forgive me for making my own decisions. All these years, I have completed the things you entrusted to me. I hope fellow Taoists will remember the rest of the deal within a hundred years."

He smiled hoarsely: "So, I can rest assured..."

The bone long hand disappeared suddenly.

The entire Zhaowen Temple shook violently, and screams could be heard from afar.

Under the vibration, the cellar in the backyard slowly sank and turned into a withered ruin.

"You... dare to plot against the poor monk!"

Yan Ling was dizzy, gritted his teeth and said loudly, and was about to prop up his body when his wrist suddenly tightened.

A hand covered in dirt pressed the back of his hand.

The little monk who slowly crawled over raised his face pale and looked at him: "Master Yan, are you really... for that shit... relic?"

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