Hidden Blade Chapter 133: The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, I advise you not to look back

At the time of the sea, there was heavy snow at the foot of Dayuan Mountain, never stopping.

The gray snow covers the sky and the earth, adding to the loneliness of the starry night.

Today, the foot of the Great Yuan Mountain, where there is no grass and no humans, is a bit more angry than in the past. The once bare snow is now full of camps, densely piled up here, and it is almost impossible to see the edge at a glance.

In the camp, bonfires were lit everywhere and the wooden shed was used as a shelter to illuminate the camp, but even so, this camp still shows a bit more grotesque and grotesque than the snowy night outside the camp. Silent.

Naturally, this camp will not appear out of thin air, and people in charge of patrolling can be seen everywhere in the camp. They were wrapped in white robes, but there was no sound in the place they passed, and there was no sound, like a ghost, almost no sound was heard in Nuoda's camp.

In the center of this camp, there is the largest camp, which is different from those camps whose lights have already been extinguished and are almost integrated with the night. Candles are still lit in this camp, and it is faintly visible that there seems to be someone shaking.

There was a bonfire burning in the huge camp, steaming, and it formed a sharp contrast with the cold night outside and the silence in the camp.

But this is the case. The monk in that tent, dressed in luxurious mink wool still seems a little cold.

"Cough, cough, cough." He coughed violently, then reached out and tightened his clothes. Seeing this, the strong and thin two men standing behind him hurriedly asked, "Does the lord still feel cold, I will add some firewood."

Speaking of the strong man, he stepped out, looking at his posture to "do what he said."

"No need." But before he got out of the tent, the monk's voice suddenly sounded, his tone extremely weak, as if it would come to an abrupt end at any time. "It's useless to add more firewood. My disease is not curable with medicine stones, nor can it be cured with a few pieces of firewood."

The brawny man's mind was simple, he was obedient to the monk's words, he really stopped when he heard this, and he wanted to take back the foot that had just stepped out.

"Let's add some more." But then a voice suddenly came from the other side of the camp.

A girl with purple eyes stood up and said.

Strong Han suddenly hesitated, he seemed to be a little uncertain who should listen to. Therefore, at that time, he looked at the monk not far away as if asking for help. The monk sighed and said, "It's your Majesty's."

The strong man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "Holle" he said so, and ran out of the camp numbly, looking for firewood to see his posture.

"This Aman", the cold-faced girl with purple eyes seemed to be amused by the brawny's performance, with a rare smile on her face.

"Hey, my disciple has a simple mind. Your Majesty will take more care in the future. If something is not done properly, please look at my face and give him a way out."

The monk’s words had a smell of confession, so that the skinny monk behind him changed his face after hearing the words, but he was more flexible than the skinny monk Aman, and understood that it was not him at this time. Where I can interject, I just buried my heart's horror, and didn't say much.

"Are you ready to die?" And the girl with purple eyes who had just stood up naturally heard the monk's voice, and she squinted her eyes and asked in a deep voice. Her pupils shrank slightly, and something seemed to be surging in her heart.

"Your Majesty, the veteran has lived for three hundred years, how can anyone live forever?" The monk said with a smile, there is no sorrow and fear that a dying person should have, but a bit more relieved.

The girl with purple eyes stared at the monk, staring at the monk firmly.

Then she said calmly, "I won't die."

The monk smiled again. He said, "Your Majesty is different. Your Majesty is the Son of Destiny. He is the purest kind of **** in all ages. He should live longer than the heavens. How can he die. But the ministers don’t have this blessing. Always be with your Majesty"

The pupils of the girl with purple eyes began to shrink violently, and the dark but incomparable power began to rush out of her body, the burning campfire in the camp began to jump, dark and bright, and the girl's face was there. There was a terrible smell under the flickering firelight.

She said "I" again

"Don't you die"

I don’t want you to die, but these short words seem to contain some kind of magical power. As soon as these words fall, there is a surge of energy between the world and the earth.

The auras mixed with black and purple gathered in the sky above the camp, and rushed into the camp after circling for a while. Those auras were overwhelming, wrapped in a huge power, and instantly poured into the wheelchair, his face was The body of the pale black monk.

The monk's body shook, and as those breaths poured in, his pale complexion became a bit rosy, and his weak breath became longer.

But this did not make him feel lucky. On the contrary, he looked sadly at the girl with purple eyes, and asked calmly, "Why are you?"

The purple-eyed girl crouched, her mouth was constantly gasping, and it seemed that such a practice was extremely exhausting to her. She raised her head, with dense beads of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the monk. , Said "You are my last relative, I won't let you die, you can't die."

After saying this, she didn't wait for the monk to respond to her, so she waved her hand and said, "Black Mountain, take the lord down to rest."

The scrawny monk hesitated slightly when he heard the words, and then nodded, pushing the black monk's wheelchair and slowly walking out of the camp. At the entrance of the camp, they ran into the brawny man who hurriedly ran back holding a large bundle of firewood.

When the strong man saw this, he was taken aback at that time and asked, "Is the main hall gone, then this firewood?"

Montenegro was obviously impatient with his dumb colleague. He rolled his eyes and was about to say something, but the monk in the wheelchair said, "Send it over."

The strong man nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, and ran to the camp with the firewood in his arms.

Hei Shan looked sideways at the leaving figure of the big man, then reluctantly shook his head, and then pushed up the wheelchair again and walked towards the camp where the monk was.

"Black Mountain, how many years have you been with me?" But unexpectedly, the Palace Master, who had always been taciturn, suddenly asked at this moment.

In the bottom of Black Mountain's heart, the monk is a very mysterious person, so mysterious that even if he has been with him for so many years, it is difficult to see his reality. He always strategizes, as if everything in this world can't escape his calculations, this makes Heishan, who is proficient in the art of Zhouyi, also amazed. And likewise, except for major accidents, this palace master almost never chats with anyone, of course, this has to be excluded from the girl with purple eyes.

It's really because of this. When the monk asked this question, Heishan was stunned. Then he responded, "It's been 267 years and March 5th to leave the Taiyin Palace with the Lord."

A smile appeared on the monk’s face, and he said, "You remember it very clearly."

"There are some things that I dare not forget after all." Heishan also laughed.

Two hundred and sixty-seven years ago, the scholars who walked out of the Taiyin Palace walked aimlessly in the world.

He has walked for many years and met many people. He set up a small stall and put it wherever he went. He had fortune-telling for many people. It was about marriage and future. Realize it, but occasionally there are some variables. This variable is probably what his master said.

But what he always cherishes is that the nineteenth proverb that he spent years in the Taiyin Palace for the world is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the fate of the star is alone, and the phoenix is ​​in the ruins.

What does this mean and how to explain it? This question has always plagued Confucian scholars.

He thinks when he walks, he thinks when he sleeps, as long as he is free, he has to ponder, he has to think. He wanted to return to the Taiyin Palace again, but the master gave an order to let him experience in the world, and he could not return until that opportunity came.

He didn't understand what the chance was, but he faintly felt that it had some inseparable connection with the sixteen-character proverb.

So he never put the matter down until one day, he opened a stall in a small city in Liaozhou, Daxia, but the business was not so good. The scholar who had been thinking about the proverbs last night was a little dizzy. Sleepy.

"The fortune-teller may count as a trigram for me." At this time, a soft voice suddenly rang from his ears, pulling the scholar out of his sleep.

He rubbed his confused eyes and looked at the visitor, but he was taken aback. It was a picturesque monk with a crying baby in his arms.

Such a combination is somewhat strange. The Confucian can't help but look twice, but the monk has already sat down in front of the stall after saying this.

The Confucian scholar came back to God, he asked, "Your Excellency, what future do you want to be, or marriage?"

When these words were spoken, he became a little angry, and he wished to slap himself a big slap on the spot. How can you ask the monk about marriage?

But the monk was not angry, and replied "Future."

The scholar secretly thanked the monk for his good temperament, and he stretched out his hand to signal, "Thank you, please stretch out your right hand and take a look with me."

But the monk shook his head and looked at the baby in his arms. The light in his eyes was soft, but his mouth said, "Look at her."

The scholar froze for a moment, but quickly reacted. He stood up slightly and looked at the child in the monk’s arms. He was about to say something, but his body shook at that time, as if he was hit by thunder. The hit is normal and can't move.

The child had a pair of purple pupils. Although he was crying in the swaddle like an ordinary child, the moment he met those eyes, the 16-character proverb continued to echo in the scholar's mind.

Nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is alone, and the phoenix is ​​near the ruins.

Nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is alone, and the phoenix is ​​near the ruins.

Nineteen is the extreme, the world returns to the abyss, the star of life is alone, and the phoenix is ​​near the ruins.

The voice echoed in his mind over and over again, as if something was about to break out of his brain. Despite the inexplicable fear of being unexplained, it haunted the scholar's body. It was clearly a The child, but the moment he met that pupil, he had an urge to worship.

In this way, he kept his slightly rising motion, and stood still on the spot until a long time later.

"Sir, is it all right?" The monk's voice came, pulling the Confucian student from the state of trance.

The scholar was stunned, he looked at the monk, but the monk was also looking at him with a seemingly non-existent smile between his eyebrows.

"She is" the scholar stretched out his hand, pointed at the child tremblingly, and asked with trembling upper and lower lips.

The smile on the monk's face became stronger and stronger, he said, "This is my daughter, how cute is this?"

The scholar no longer has the mind to think about where a monk's daughter came from. He just continued to say "but she is not a human being" with a horrified expression on his face.

The monk was not surprised by the Confucian saying, let alone irritated, he still said with a smile on his face, "But she is still alive, isn't she?"

"Heaven wants man to die, man must die, heaven wants to kill Chu, Chu must die, but I don’t believe in the number of days, so I have to change the number of days. You see, if someone can change, then Zhou Yizhi What is the use of the number of days calculated by the method"

The Confucian's heart was shocked. He stared at the monk, and his fingers hidden under his cuffs moved back and forth, constantly calculating the roots of the monk in front of him, but the more he calculated, the heavier his head became, and his expression became even more faint in the end. Bai spit out a blood arrow straight.

He leaned on the stall, looked at the monk with a languid expression, and asked "Who are you on earth" in one last breath.

The monk stretched out his hand~IndoMTL.com~ Gently touched the Confucian student’s eyebrows, and the awe-inspiring vitality rushed into the Confucian student’s body at that time, and the backlash brought by him forcibly peeking into the destiny was resolved at that time. , And then the monk said, "Follow me, I will take you to see what the number set on this day looks like."

After that, the monk stood up and walked towards the depths of the street.

The scholar stood there thinking for a long time, then finally gritted his teeth and followed the monk's pace.

And this one is two hundred and sixty-seven years.

The snow was a bit heavier and fell on Black Mountain's shoulders, and the slight coolness pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Black Mountain" and the monk's voice sounded at the right time. "These days I have been thinking whether I have changed the number of days or the so-called number of days is driving me to follow its established direction. I am Is it a fish going upstream, or a **** in it without knowing it"

Hei Shan bowed his head and was silent. He thought of the proverbs he had calculated more than two hundred years ago, and remembered what he saw outside of Chang'an City after killing Ye Hongjian that day. It took a long time before he said " Maybe the number of days has never changed, or we are all self-righteous lambs under heaven."

The monk was stunned, the look on his face was a bit lonely. But soon he laughed again "Is it this way?"

He muttered to himself, "But can we turn back?"

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, almost submerging the two of them.

"Hall Master, do you sometimes envy Aman?" Heishan didn't answer the monk's question, but asked rhetorically.

"Envy what he does"

"He never looks back, nor does he look forward or backward."

"Oh, is this okay"

"The Buddhism said that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but since the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, I saw the shore but couldn't reach the shore, so what would I do when I turned back?"

"Haha. Montenegro, you are very wise, or I will save you as a monk"