This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

     Fengci originally wanted to make fun of Pei Qianyue.

    He is a saint of the past, and he has been in the cultivation world for so many years.

    Just a little joke, Pei Qianyue was actually frightened by him.

    At this moment, he was hugged by Pei Qianyue forcibly, and he felt the trembling arms of the other party and the hoarse voice, and suddenly he couldn't say anything.

    …Is this too much?

    Feng Ci thought for a moment, raised her hand, patted Pei Qianyue on the shoulder, and said softly: "Well, isn't it okay?"

    Pei Qianyue did not let go.

    He buried himself in Fengci's neck, his voice was gnashing of teeth: "Next time you make a fool of yourself..."

    The wind raised her eyebrows.

    Have you spoken to the master like this?

    How about making a fool of yourself? Lock him up?

    The wind resigned for a while, but did not come to the next.

    Pei Qianyue slowly let out a sigh of relief and released him.

    He didn't mention it, Feng Ci didn't want to annoy him, so he didn't ask. He rubbed the arm that was hurt by his own snake cub, and the other party said, "How do you know that jumping into Jinghu Lake is the way to crack the secret realm."

    Pei Qianyue's voice was a little tired, Feng Ci was silent for a moment, a little guilty: "Speak?"

    Pei Qianyue: "…"

    The atmosphere in the cave was so heavy that the air seemed to freeze.

    "Wow, this is the other one!" Feng Ci's eyes went beyond Pei Qianyue to the replicator who was tied to the side. The duplicant's hands were bound, and a piece of cloth was stuffed in his mouth. The whole person was already stunned, and Feng Ci came over and didn't even respond.

    Lu Jingming's face was innocent and well-behaved, and with the expression of the replicator, it showed a lovable temperament.

    It is much more suitable than the wind.

    Feng Ci squatted down in front of him and looked at it carefully: "It's exactly the same."

    Pei Qianyue: "Wind, Ci."

    Fashion speech.

    It's over, I'm so angry, so angry that the owner doesn't even scream.

    Fengci cleared his throat and said, "What do you think, of course there is evidence."

    "You think, this secret realm is a mirror world. The monks in the secret realm are turned into monsters and look disgusting. The character of the transformed clone is completely different from yours, and even the structure of the cave is completely opposite. The mirror lake at the intersection is sure to die if you get up and jump into it, but in the mirror world, isn't the gate of death the gate of life?"

    "...Six realms of reincarnation, endless hell, and life towards death. It is worthy of being the masterpiece of Master Huikong, and it has a lot of Zen principles."

    The wind speech was so serious that he almost believed it himself.

    Only he believed it was useless. From Pei Qianyue's expressionless face, he gave the other party's subtext.

    He didn't believe a word.

    Feng Ci sighed: "Well, it's really a guess."

    Pei Qianyue's face suddenly became more difficult.

    "The mirror lake under the cliff is obviously for people to jump. Besides, what other way can you think of breaking the game?" Feng Ci said, "You dare not push the copy. Go down and try, if something happens to him, you won't..."

    Wind Ci paused, and said with relief: "I'm angry, isn't this a right bet?"

    Pei Qianyue asked: "You want to bet, why didn't you discuss it with us in advance?"

    Fengci didn't care: "What's the use of discussing with you, can I still let you dance?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Why not?"

     Feng Ci was startled.

    It has been a long time since no one had said such a thing to him.

    Not only the three thousand years of walking alone in the Xumi world, even three thousand years ago, he was always at the forefront. The reason is very simple, only he has the ability to teach Dao, this is his responsibility, he has no right to hide behind anyone, and no one will stand in front of him.

    Of course, he was also afraid, no one is not afraid when facing death, he has no choice.

    Whoever he wants to choose as his messenger will never give him a chance to refuse.

    And now, Feng Ci has long regarded this as a habit, facing dangers and solving difficulties alone. He has come here all these years. Unexpectedly, when he returns to his homeland after many years, he will meet someone who is willing to take his place on adventures.

    As I get older, it is easy to be pricked by some words.

    A little smile appeared in Feng Ci's eyes, he opened his eyes and said softly: "I know, not next time."

     Pei Qianyue's face softened a little until he assured him. After coaxing his own cub, it was time for him to find the exit of the secret realm.

    The situation of Hanshan Temple is unclear now, and he has been delayed here for too long.

    Speaking out the idea without any words, suddenly there is a sound behind.

    A ray of spiritual energy appeared in the mid-air of the cave. The silver-white ray of light revolved in a circle, constantly circling and growing, and a figure in a black robe emerged from the ray of light.

    It is the replicator who has been following Feng Ci all the time.

    Wind Ci raised her eyebrows: "Hey, you can still follow me."

    Although this replicant is a product of the secret realm, he has not done anything to harm the wind. Compared with the monster monks who want the lives of the intruders, this clone is more like a guide and a reminder in the secret realm.

    After all, Master Huikong is a compassionate Buddhist, and the secret realm he created also left a ray of life for the intruders.

    The replicator slowly landed and came over to the wind: "Master—"

    As soon as he opened his mouth, Pei Qianyue suddenly picked up the long sword on the ground, and stabbed it with a sharp sword, the sword blade pierced directly into the opponent's chest.

    Feng Ci was taken aback by his sudden attack, and hurried back to Pei Qianyue's situation. Fortunately, the injury was not transferred to Pei Qianyue this time.

    After the secrets of the different spaces were cracked, the synaesthesia between the replicant and the deity disappeared.

     Pei Qianyue raised his sword and cut off the other's skull.

    Words: "…"

    The duplicant's figure has not yet fallen to the ground, and it turns into flying sand and dissipates in the void.

    "It's just a gamble." Pei Qianyue said calmly, "Learn from the master."

    The wind speech was silent, and it took a long time to recognize: "Xiao Hei, you are little before."

    Wind Speech: "You are more stingy than you think."

    In every sense.

    ***

    The fake Pei Qianyue was killed by the deity, and the fake rumors naturally did not escape.

    Pei Qianyue did what he said, cut off the hands of the false wind first, and then killed the person. Feng Ci was suddenly very fortunate that he hadn't found his physical body yet, because this person's body was tortured and killed, and it was not so easy to have a psychological shadow.

    After doing this, Feng Ci took Pei Qianyue to find the mirror lake in the space where he was. As he expected, the place where Jinghu was originally located has become a secret exit.

    The two jumped down from the exit of the secret realm.

    The familiar bell rang in his ears, Feng Ci opened his eyes, but did not return to Hanshan Temple.

    It should be said that I did not return to the real Hanshan Temple.

    The environment in front of her seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze, the surrounding light and shadow were blurred, only the monk in the middle wearing a bright red cassock looked clear.

    This seems to be a bedroom, the monk is sitting in front of the room, his face is still very young, but his men are all white.

    He slowly turned a string of beads in his hand and was chanting scriptures in a low voice.

    This is a memory.

    Behind Feng Ci, Pei Qianyue whispered, "It's Hui Kong."

    Even if he doesn't say it, he can guess the word.

    After jumping into the exit of the secret realm, the spiritual power of his whole body also returned to his body, and at a glance, this monk's cultivation realm was extremely high, not even much worse than Pei Qianyue.

    In this Hanshan Temple, there is no one except the abbot Master Huikong who can have this realm.

    What's more, this secret realm was created by Master Huikong. If anyone's memory is stored here, it will only be Huikong himself.

    Suddenly, there was only a very slight sound, and the Buddha bead in his hand was broken.

    The beads were scattered all over the floor, Hui Kong opened his eyes, and there was a trace of sadness in his expression.

    The bell in the temple also stopped at this time.

    Feng Ci frowned, and roughly guessed what memory this was.

    Master Huikong didn't do anything, he just got up and picked up the Buddha beads scattered on the ground one by one.

    After a while, a little red fox jumped in from the hidden window.

    The little fox turned into a seven- or eight-year-old child on the ground, ran to Huikong's side, and tugged at his sleeve: "Master, there is a fierce person from outside, brother Duo... Duo Senior brother died in his hands, and senior brother Jingchen also died, what should I do!"

    Master Huikong finally picked up the last bead.

    He held the one hundred and eight Buddha beads back to their original position, put his hands together, and gently recited a Buddha name.

    The little fox demon's voice was tender and clear, with a cry: "Master, run away, that person is afraid..."

    Master Huikong shook it.

    When he opened his palm, the string of beads had returned to its original shape.

    He put the Buddha bead on the little fox demon's neck and touched his head: "It's too late."

    "Why?!" The little fox demon burst into tears, "It's still too late to escape now!"

    Hui Kong is still just shaking.

    At this moment, the door was opened with a bang.

    Before the white light completely enveloped the whole room, he said Hui Kong's last words.

    "For...

    ***

    "Master?"

    A familiar voice called him, Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes and saw Pei Qianyue who was close at hand.

    The latter grabbed his arm and looked a little flustered.

    Wind Ci was in a trance for a moment, and then realized that it was no longer white: "Come out?"

    "Yes." Pei Qianyue let go of his hand and said, "It seems that he was kicked out."

    The words were silent.

    He is now standing at the top of the tower, with no shelter in all directions, and the breeze blows the silver bell under the tower eaves. Feng Ci went out, as if the thick fog was blown away by the wind, and the solemn and solemn ancient temple finally revealed its true appearance at this moment.

    In the temple, the shriveled and charred corpses of monks were all sucked dry and died.

    The monks of Hanshan Temple have long since died.

    The memory in the secret realm is the memory of Master Huikong before his death.

    Why was it kicked out at this time?

    Feng Ci closed his eyes, trying to recall the figure in the secret realm just now.

    He can't remember anything.

    The familiar bell was still ringing slowly, and the wind resigned, and the tall bronze bell came.

    It was clear that no one was ringing the bell, but the bronze bell was still ringing one after another.

    Below the bronze bell, sat a monk.

    It is Master Hui Kong.

    He put his hands together and gave him a Buddhist salute: "The distinguished guest has come from a long way, and the poor monk is disrespectful."

    The monk is not as clear as he remembered, his body is translucent, only a wisp of residual consciousness remains.

    Feng Ci walked over quickly and asked, "Who killed you, why not let it go?"

    Hui Kong's voice was calm: "The poor monk did not hide anything from the donor."

    "You mean..." Feng Ci frowned, "Someone moved your memory?"

    Huikong recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, but did not answer.

    Feng Ci took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

    He asked, "What's going on here? Illusion?"

    When he found out that Hanshan Temple was abnormal last night, he had already guessed a little.

    He doesn't understand.

    How can there be an illusion in this world that neither he nor Pei Qianyue can see through?

    Huikong said warmly: "Hide, come out."

    When he finished speaking, a little fox came out from behind him.

    The little fox's ears were drooping, and he hardly dared to face the two of them in front of him. As soon as he met Feng Ci, he retracted his eyes behind Master Hui Kong, revealing only a small fluffy head.

    Hui Kong smiled and touched its head.

    "It was you?"

    And in Hui Kong's memory, the little fox can clearly transform into a human form, but now, there is no power left.

    Wind Ci understood: "In order to create this illusion, you have used up all your spiritual power?"

    The little fox whimpered lowly and got into Hui Kong's arms.

    Huikong stroked its fur and said gently: "It should be said that the poor monk helped Xiaohu to create this illusion."

    Wind: "Why?"

    Hui Kong said: "Because this is its wish."

    In the string of beads that Hui Kong left to the little fox at the end, he kept his lifelong cultivation. He will give it to the little fox to protect its life and fulfill its unfulfilled wish.

    The little fox has only one wish.

    It wants everyone in Hanshan Temple to come alive.

    "There is no such thing as resurrection in this world, so the Buddha beads helped Xiaohu create this illusion." Feng Ci said, "No wonder I didn't notice it at first."

    Master Huikong's lifelong cultivation, coupled with the unique magic gift of the fox clan, even the words of wind are indeed difficult to decipher.

    The little fox nestled in Master Huikong's arms, and his tail trembled as he felt so comfortable.

    Huikong's eyes narrowed: "Xiaohu's illusion has exhausted the power of the Buddha beads, and it has also spent hundreds of years of cultivation. Today, its memory is chaotic, its consciousness is unknown, and it has almost changed back to An ordinary fox."

    "The monks in this temple have all died unjustly. Although their souls have dissipated, their grievances are still lingering, and they cannot be controlled every night. I can't even remember who I am, but I still instinctively worry that my actions will bring danger to strangers, so I try to remind the two to leave as soon as possible."

    At this point, everything he encountered in Hanshan Temple is clear.

    "So it is." Feng Ci squatted down in front of Master Huikong, raised his hand and touched the little fox's head, "It's hard work."

    The little fox lifted from Huikong's arms.

    His dark and bright eyes blinked, and he first turned his attention to Pei Qianyue who was standing behind Feng Ci, and then quickly took a lick in Feng Ci's palm.

    The appearance of love made Fengci laugh: "I'm afraid, I'm leaving soon, he won't bully you."

    Huikong looked up, and the bronze bell vibrated to the top: "When the bell stops, the illusions of the monks will be released from the Wuji Pagoda, and the Hanshan Temple will return to its previous appearance. If you want to leave, leave while the bell is still ringing."

    Fengci replied "", stood up, but did not rush to leave.

    "But before I leave, there is one more question I need to ask the master." Feng Ci said, "What is...'Fate is not violated'?"

    Hui Kong fell silent.

    Fengci stared at the person in front of him and asked slowly, word by word: "You clearly have a chance to leave before you die, why don't you leave? You have the ability to create an illusion that is difficult to distinguish, when it is completely Can't you help the murderer? Someone tampered with your memory, so that people don't know about it, or is it just... afraid of the murderer's face?"

    Hui Kong was silent for a long time.

    For a long time, he put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in his mouth: "Some answers, the donor has already understood, why ask more. As for some, the opportunity is not leaked, and the poor monk can't say more."

    ***

    When Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue left the Infinity Tower, there was a little light on the side.

    In the early morning, the mountains were misty and misty. He stepped over the corpses on the ground of Hanshan Temple and came to the open door of the temple. A young monk collapsed by the door, his body completely shriveled, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.

     A broom fell on his side.

    Feng Ci stared at the corpse for a moment and closed her eyes.

    "Langfeng City, is it okay not to go back for the time being?" Feng Ci suddenly asked.

    Pei Qianyue: "Master means..."

    "Go to the human world." Feng Ci raised her eyes and looked into the distance, among the mountains and rivers, the city of Gusu was still sleeping peacefully in the early morning, "Didn't you say you want to accompany one person? Go too."

    "." Pei Qianyue said, "Master's."

    There was a noise behind him, and the little fox followed.

    "Are you here to deliver?" Feng Ci bent over to pick up the little fox and touched his head.

    The little fox was still a little afraid of Pei Qianyue, and stared at him vigilantly. Pei Qianyue didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, and just asked: "What is the master's plan here at Hanshan Temple?"

    Wind Ci knows what he means.

      After all, this is not a long-term solution, and it is too close to Suzhou, and there may be unwitting outsiders who stray into it in the future.

    Do you want to destroy this fantasy, or let it continue.

    The little fox looked up at him, his eyes full of ignorance.

    "You still choose to do this." Feng Ci said softly, "You just want to be with him, right?"

    The edge finally leaked the first ray of light.

    The bells in the temple stopped.

    Feng Ci carried it over, and the corpse lying in front of the temple suddenly moved. The shriveled and charred skin recovered at the speed of the naked eye, and the flesh returned to this body.

    The little monk stood up, looked around blankly, and picked up the broom beside him.

    The little fox's eyes lit up, and it suddenly broke free from Fengci's embrace and ran to the temple.

    When running, he raised the fallen leaves outside the temple, and the little monk shouted at him, "Little fox, you messed up the leaves you just swept!"

    The little fox ignored it.

    He swept his tail, quickly jumped into the temple gate, and was picked up by one hand: "Finally caught, where did you go last night?"

    The little fox kicked his legs and was carried by Jingchen and walked into the temple: "Let's go, and go to the morning class. Master said, your many scriptures are good for practice."

    The quaint temple door slowly closed in the morning light, and the gradually awakened Hanshan Temple was also hidden inside the door.

    Feng Ci retracted his gaze and said, "Send someone to block this place."

    At least until the spiritual power of the illusion is exhausted, he does not intend to destroy it, nor is he qualified to destroy it.

    Pei Qianyue replied softly.

    The two left Hanshan Temple with Yujian.

    After breaking through the clouds, Feng Ci was still looking back at the solemn ancient temple.

    "Do you think it's worth it to spend hundreds of years to cultivate for a dream?" Feng Ci asked.

    Pei Qianyue took Feng Ci in his arms and raised his large robe to block the cold wind of the morning for him: "It's his own choice, nothing is worth it or not."

     Fengci made an "oh" but didn't answer.

    He still felt a little uncomfortable.

    It may be because there have been too many lives and deaths over the years. Facing the demise of life, Feng Ci will regret it, but it will not feel unacceptable.

    What's more, mortals are mortal, but demons live very long.

    "But if it was, I wouldn't choose that." Pei Qianyue said suddenly.

    Feng Ciyang: "What if it were you?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Continue to practice, kill the enemy, and find a way to find his reincarnation."

    But there is no reincarnation in this world.

    Dead souls will return to the earth and go to another world. There are souls from thousands of worlds, where he dissipates, reunites, and returns to the human world when needed. This process can last for a long time, and the soul returning to the human world will not be its original appearance, character, or even not exist in the original world.

    It is impossible to find a "reincarnation".

    Fengci didn't explain much, just asked: "What if you can't find him?"

    Pei Qianyue lowered slightly.

    Feng Ci felt an invisible gaze fall on him, and realized in a trance that he could have said something wrong. He opened his eyes and was about to change the subject, but Pei Qianyue spoke softly, his voice still very clear in the whistling wind.

    He said, "Then die with him."