Chapter 910 Ten Years of Traces and Ten Years of Heart (please vote for me)

Chapter 910 Ten Years of Traces and Ten Years of Heart (please vote for me)

Walking through the collapsed mountain gate and walking to the front of the temple, reflecting the dim light of the remaining lamps, Mu Yunle felt as if he had walked from night to day.

The lights were not bright, and it seemed small and lonely in the thousands of miles of lonely mountains. There was still darkness and blur in front of my eyes, but compared with the darkness and the pouring rain outside the temple, it was extraordinarily warm, extraordinarily peaceful, and extraordinarily bright. The blossoming lotus flowers are covered with a halo, which is better than bathing in the sun, and people can't help but sigh that "the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun".

Du, duh, duh... Mu Yunle's mood suddenly became peaceful. She was born in the Huanhua Sword Sect and had always been poetic. It seemed that she suddenly came from the heroic spirit of "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles". The light sadness and purity of "the lamp behind the moon and the shadow of the flowers are the traces of ten years and the heart of ten years".

Her face was soft and her eyes were gentle, but her inner vigilance remained unabated. She raised her right hand and planned to knock on the door.

At this moment, the door of the crumbling main hall creaked open, and at some point, the sound of wooden fish stopped.

Behind the door is a gray-robed monk with a haggard face. It's hard to tell his age. He's in his thirties, maybe forty.

Mu Yunle was startled. This monk looked ordinary and haggard, but upon closer inspection, you will find that his facial features are very outstanding. When he was young, he was a handsome man with a jade tree facing the wind. Now his spirit is like a rotten tree, and his eyes have an unconcealable look of exhaustion and fatigue. Burnout.

This is a judgment at a glance. Mu Yunle was able to enter the top five people in his early twenties. He is definitely not a shallow person. He clasped his hands together and his voice was as clear as a stream: "I'm bothering you late at night. Master, please don't take offense. I'll wait." It rained late at night, and I was afraid of encountering monsters. I saw the lights of your temple illuminating the darkness, so I came to stay overnight and asked the master for mercy. "

"Amitabha, the donors can do as they please." The gray-robed monk returned the gift with a calm tone and concise words.

Mu Yunle looked past the gray-robed monk and looked at the Buddha statue in the hall. It was made of stone. It had lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, full of sorrow. Under the illumination of the green lamp, it was dyed with a layer of dim yellow, reflecting a faint light, and it was hard to find. The spirituality of speech.

It is indeed a Buddha statue carved by ascetic monks. They are so pious that they have some Buddha nature attached to them, which can eliminate evil intentions. As long as they do not deliberately provoke monsters and monsters, they will subconsciously stay away from this place... Mu Yunle made a judgment, This is a place where you can stay overnight and take shelter from the rain.

In the past ten years, monsters and beasts have been active. If there are monks left in temples in the wilderness, either the Buddha statues have their own spirituality or the monks have extraordinary strength. This should be the former.

She turned her head and nodded slightly to Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong, indicating that they could enter.

"Thank you, Master." Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong approached and bowed.

The gray-robed monk said no more, clasped his hands together, turned around slowly, walked to the Buddha statue, and sat down cross-legged, with withered grass under him and a tattered wooden fish in front of him.

Seeing this, Mu Yunle's eyebrows, which were slightly thicker and darker than those of ordinary women, wrinkled slightly. Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong also had doubts in their eyes. It was not because of anything else, but because the gray-robed monk was sitting strangely. Normally, the monks were not facing each other. The opposite is that his back is to the Buddha statue, but he is sitting sideways, facing the left wall. There is a big hole in the wall. Outside the hole is the pond we saw before. The lotus leaves are deep green and almost black, and the flowers are fresh and refined, emerging from the mud but not stained.

And precisely because of the existence of this big hole, the light of the remaining lamp shines on the lotus without any hindrance.

"You don't see the Tathagata, but you behave strangely towards the lotus. Are you a Zen monk who scolds the Buddha and your ancestors?" Wang Tong said to Mu Yunle.

Mu Yunle did not have such an idea. His spirit merged into the world and everything around him was in his heart. The lonely ridge, the lonely temple, and the broken lamp. Except for the gray-robed monk, there was no sign of other people's life here. Even Pedestrians leave few traces.

A person, a lamp, a Buddha, a temple, a pond of lotus flowers, flowers blooming and falling, he has been "right" like this for who knows how long?

Mu Yunle, who has a sensitive soul and always writes poems, seems to be able to understand the deep loneliness, the deep loneliness, the desolation that no matter how pure or ancient Buddha can cover it up.

Such a monk should be hiding a past that he doesn't want to look back on, right? Mu Yunle suddenly felt a little sympathetic. He looked away and found a place to sit cross-legged.

After Liang Jiuzhou sat down, he breathed a few times and said with a slight smile: "Miss Mu, Mr. Wang, thank you for your help with the sword."

"This is a matter within our scope." When Mu Yunle answered, he couldn't help but glance at the gray-robed monk. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and his spirit was hidden in his body. He didn't say a word, and he didn't knock the wooden fish again. , sitting there seems to be isolated from the world of mortals.

Liang Jiuzhou nodded and said with a smile: "Miss Mu's name has been heard by Liang for a long time. Now I am lucky enough to meet her. It is better to meet her if she is really famous."

Mu Yunle was quite surprised: "Senior Liang, have you, a strong location expert like you, ever heard of this junior being called a bad name?"

"Of course, Mu Yunle, the 'Shuyu Sword' of the Huanhua Sword Sect, is one of the most outstanding figures of this generation. Together with Fei Kuchan of Thrushcross Villa and Cao Buzhi of Peking Cao Family, he is known as 'Three Days of Glory' How could Mr. Liang not have heard of it?" When he said this, Liang Jiuzhou couldn't help but sighed, "Looking at young talents like you who are in their prime, I always feel very sad about getting old. When you get old, the world will be yours sooner or later..."

It took me nearly forty years to achieve the success of the exterior scene, and I have gained the reputation of a hero, but the girl opposite is a little immature and full of vitality. She is already one with nature and man, and the road in the future will be much easier than mine, so why not leave the Yangtze River? The waves behind push the waves ahead, and it feels like the new generation is better than the old ones.

Mu Yunle couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, revealing a bit of innocence, then restrained his expression and said seriously: "Senior Liang, there is no distinction between newcomers and old people in martial arts. The first one to achieve success is the teacher, and the life span of the strong outsiders and the great masters of Dharma is far beyond the enlightenment. Maybe in a few decades, you will still be in your prime, and the younger generation that makes you sigh will be old." "The little girl is really good at talking." Liang Jiuzhou laughed, and seemed to be aroused by his heroic spirit again. He turned his head and said politely to the gray-robed monk: "We are bothering you a lot, please don't be offended, Master, I don't know what to call you?" "I am Zhending." The gray-robed monk answered concisely. "Thank you Master Zhending for taking me in." Mu Yunle still has the heart of a girl, and smiled playfully, and Wang Tong also thanked her. Liang Jiuzhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "The master's Dharma name is the same as that of a great hero in the past, which made me sigh."

"Which great hero? How come I don't know?" Mu Yunle's eyes widened, and he could see clearly what was going on.

Wang Tong was also curious and asked, "The one who can be called a great hero by Great Hero Liang is definitely not an ordinary person. I wonder who it is?"

Liang Jiuzhou smiled and said, "Well, there are many people who remember his name and nickname, but I also remember that he was once a Shaolin abandoned disciple. Only an old man like me has a Dharma name of Zhen Ding."

"Don't call him and me together. How dare I call myself a great hero in front of him? When he was at his peak, he was chivalrous and righteous, and the whole world was grateful to him, and the evil spirits were afraid of his power. At that time, I was just an unknown person who heard rumors about him on the street. Alas, I was born at the wrong time. It's a pity that I didn't meet him."

Mu Yunle's eyes were blank, and he still couldn't guess who it was. Wang Tong rolled his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Okay, I'll meditate and heal my wounds first, and try to recover as soon as possible." Liang Jiuzhou put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and gradually white mist appeared above his head.

Mu Yunle was alert all around, and saw the sound of rain outside the temple, the rain was like a weaving, and the lotus leaves were dripping. In the temple, there was an old Buddha lamp and a lonely monk in a gray robe. He was moved by the scene and sang in a low voice:

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door, which made the world miserable. The dream was cold and tossed around for a lifetime. How many debts of love did I have... The pain ran straight, a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate..."

The voice was floating, with endless artistic conception.

At this time, she saw the gray-robed monk turned his head and opened his eyes. His voice was deep and magnetic: "Who taught you this song?"

Mu Yunle smiled: "Master, I am sorry for making fun of you with the folk slang lyrics. I am lucky to have met the divine monk Zhenhui and heard him hum. I like the artistic conception and secretly remember it."

"Divine monk Zhenhui..." The gray-robed monk Zhending was stunned. It was Meng Qi. He suddenly felt sad:

Zhenhui has become a divine monk. These ten years have passed so quickly. Life and death are both uncertain...

After Mu Yunle finished speaking, Master Zhending did not answer. Instead, he turned around and knocked the wooden fish again. Tap, tap, tap, and his mouth was slightly open. The music echoed: "Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy many people..."

It has been ten years since the flowers bloomed and fell.

Listen to youth and welcome laughter...Mu Yunle was stunned. He saw the remaining lights and the gray-robed monk facing each other. The clouds outside were dark, and only lotus flowers were blooming. The music sounded faint and the artistic conception was sad.

This scene made her suddenly infatuated, and she whispered:

"With the lamp and the moon behind me, I have been in the shadow of flowers for ten years."

The music died down, the wooden fish pounded, and the low voice started again:

"All worries are gone, and the world is far away."

I have had a sore throat these two days, and I feel like I haven't gotten enough sleep. I'm updating later and later. I'll finish one chapter tonight and keep it as usual tomorrow. Please give me a monthly ticket