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Chapter 909 Ten Years of Traces and Ten Years of Heart (seeking a monthly ticket)

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    Passing through the collapsed mountain gate and walking to the front of the hall, Mu Yunle had the feeling of walking from night to day under the dim light of the remnant lamp.

    The lights are not bright, and it looks small and lonely in the thousands of miles of lonely mountains. There is still darkness and blur in front of the eyes, but compared with the darkness outside the temple and the pouring rain, it is extraordinarily warm, extraordinarily quiet, and extraordinarily bright.  The blossoming lotus is covered with a layer of halo, which is better than bathing in the sun, which makes people sigh "the lotus is so red in the sun".

    Du, du, du Mu Yunle's mood suddenly became peaceful. She was born in the Huanhua Sword School and always had a poetic feeling.  "Backing the lamp and the moon is the shade of the flowers, it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart" is faintly sad and pure.

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

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

    Behind the door was a gray-robed monk, with a haggard face, and it was hard to tell his age. Thirty is not bad, but forty is fine.

    Mu Yunle was stunned. This monk looked ordinary and haggard, but upon closer inspection, he found that his facial features were outstanding. When he was young, he was a handsome man facing the wind in a jade tree. Now his spirit is like a rotten tree, and his eyes are hard to hide.  burnout.

    This is a judgment at a glance. Mu Yunle was able to enter the top five on the list in his early twenties. He is by no means a superficial person. With his hands clasped together, his voice was as clear as a stream: "Master, please don't be offended by the late night trouble.  It rained in the middle of the night, I was afraid of encountering monsters, and I saw the lights of your temple illuminating the darkness, so I came to stay overnight and asked Master to be merciful."

    "Amitabha, the benefactors can do as they please." The gray-robed monk returned the salute with a flat tone and concise words.

    Mu Yunle looked past the gray-robed monk, and looked at the Buddha statue in the temple. It was carved out of stone, with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes, full of misery.  The spirituality of words.

    It is indeed a Buddha statue carved by an ascetic monk, so devout, it has a bit of Buddha nature attached to it, which can dispel evil intentions. As long as you don't deliberately provoke monsters and monsters, they will subconsciously stay away from here Mu Yunle made a judgment,  This is where you can spend the night sheltering from the rain.

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

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

    "Thank you, Master." After Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong approached, they saluted.

    The gray-robed monk didn't speak anymore, put his hands together, turned around slowly, walked to the side of the Buddha statue, and sat down cross-legged, with dry grass under his body and a broken wooden fish in front of him.

    Seeing this, Mu Yunle's slightly thicker and darker eyebrows than ordinary women frowned slightly. Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong also showed doubts in their eyes, not because of other reasons, but because the monk in gray robe was sitting very strangely.  That's right, his back is facing 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.

    And precisely because of the existence of this big hole, the light of the remnant lamp shone on the lotus without hindrance.

    "I don't see the Tathagata, but behaves strangely towards the lotus. Is it a Zen monk who scolds the Buddha and ancestors?" Wang Tong said in a voice transmission to Mu Yunle.

    Mu Yunle is not his way of thinking. His spirit is integrated into the world, and the surroundings are all in his heart. Guling, Dusi, Candeng, except for this gray-robed monk, there is no sign of other people's life here, even  There are few traces left by pedestrians.

    A person, a lamp, a Buddha, a temple, a pond of lotus, the flowers bloom and fall, how long has he been "right" like this?

    Mu Yunle, who has a sensitive heart and always has poetry, seems to be able to feel the deep loneliness, the deep loneliness, the desolation that no matter how pure or ancient Buddha is, it cannot be concealed.

    Such a monk should hide a past that he doesn't want to look back on, right?  Mu Yunle suddenly felt a little sympathetic, looked away, found a seat and sat down cross-legged.

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

    "This is what we have to do." When Mu Yunle replied, he couldn't help but glanced at the gray-robed monk. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and Shenzang was inside the body. He didn't say a word, and he didn't knock on the wooden fish again.  , Sitting there is like being cut off from the world of mortals.

    Liang Jiuzhou nodded, and said with a chuckle: "Ms. Mu's name, Liang has heard of it for a long time, and now I am lucky to meet it. If it is really famous, it is better to meet."

    Mu Yunle was quite pleasantly surprised: "Senior Liang, have you heard of the poor name of the younger generation?"

    "Of course, the Huanhua Sword School' Shuyu Sword?Mu Yunle is one of the most outstanding figures of this generation, together with Fei Kuchan of the Thrushcross Villa and Cao Buzhi of the Accompanied Cao family, he has the reputation of "Three Days of Striving for Glory". How could someone Liang have never heard of it  ?  "Speaking of this, Liang Jiuzhou couldn't help sighing with emotion, "Looking at young talents like you who are in full bloom, I always sigh very old, old, old, the world will belong to you sooner or later"

    It took me nearly forty years to achieve the location, and I have the name of a hero, but the girl opposite is a little immature, full of vigor, already one of nature and man, and the road in the future will be much easier than myself, why can't I miss the Yangtze River  The wave behind pushes the wave ahead, the feeling of a new generation surpassing the old.

    The corners of Mu Yunle's mouth couldn't help but curl up, revealing a bit of innocence, then restrained his expression, and said sternly: "Senior Liang, there is no distinction between old and newcomers in martial arts.  Your height and life expectancy are far beyond those of enlightenment, maybe in a few decades, you will still be in your prime, and the descendants you feel are already old."

    "The little girl can really talk." Liang Jiuzhou laughed, and seemed to be aroused with heroism again. He turned his head and said politely to the gray-robed monk: "I have bothered you so much, and please don't take offense, master. I don't know."  What should the master be called?"

    "The poor monk is sure." The gray-robed monk answered concisely.

    "Thank you Master Zhending for taking me in." Mu Yunle still has a girlish heart, and said with a playful smile, and Wang Tong also followed suit.

    Liang Jiuzhou was stunned, and said with a slight smile: "The master's dharma name is the same as that of a certain hero in the past, which made Liang sigh for a while."

    "Which hero? Why don't I know?" Mu Yunle's eyes widened, black and white were clearly distinguished.

    Wang Tong also asked curiously: "The one who can make Liang Daxia a hero is definitely not an ordinary person. I wonder who it is?"

    Liang Jiuzhou smiled: "Hey, I remember a lot of his name and nickname, but I still remember that he was once an abandoned disciple of Shaolin. Only old people like me have a real name."

    "Don't call him the same as me. In front of him, how dare I call him a hero. When he was in his prime, he was heroic and courageous, and his righteousness was as good as the sky. The world received his kindness, and the demons were afraid of his power. At that time, I was still a hero.  It¡¯s just an unknown pawn who heard rumors about him by the side of the road, hey, he was born at an untimely time, it¡¯s a pity that I couldn¡¯t see him.¡±

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

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

    Mu Yunle guarded the surroundings, only to see the sound of rain outside the temple, the rain was like weaving, and the lotus leaves were beating. Inside the temple, there was an ancient Buddha lamp, and a lonely monk in gray robes. Feeling the scene for a while, he sang in a low voice:

    "The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door, breaking the world, the dream was cold and tossed for a lifetime, there are a few books of love debtsthe pain went straight, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate"

    The sound is floating, and the pictures are endless.

    At this time, she saw the gray-robed monk turn his head, opened his eyes, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Who taught you this song?"

    Mu Yunle pursed his lips and smiled: "The slang words of the rural tune made the master laugh. The younger generation is fortunate to have met the Zhenhui monk, and heard him sing it. He likes the artistic conception and secretly remembers it."

    "True Wisdom Monk" The gray-robed monk was really stunned. It was Meng Qi, who suddenly felt sentimental in his heart:

    Zhenhui has become a god monk, these ten years have passed so quickly, life and death are boundless

    After Mu Yunle finished speaking, there was no answer from Master Zhending, but he turned around and knocked on the wooden fish again, du, du, du, while his mouth was slightly opened, and the tune echoed: "Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy  Shattered many people"

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

    Hearing the laughter of youth ushering in Mu Yunle was stunned, only to see the lamp and the gray-robed monk facing each other, the clouds outside were dark, only lotus flowers were in full bloom, the music was faint, and the mood was sad.

    This situation made her suddenly infatuated, and said in a low voice:

    "The backlight and the moon are the shade of the flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart."

    The melody subsided, the wooden fish beckoned, and the deep voice reappeared:

    "The troubles are all gone, and the world of mortals is far away." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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