After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

The green pines sway, the sun rises and the moon sinks.

The eastern sky gradually turned from faint blue and white to gorgeous golden pink, and the sun revealed a brilliant golden edge on the other side of the horizon.

A white bird spread its wings, flew over the vast land and steep cliffs, and swept past the sea of ​​clouds that rolled like waves.

On the edge of the sea of ​​clouds, there is a tall and towering cliff. On one side of the cliff, it is as smooth and straight as if a giant with an unimaginable ax has been hacked by it.

However, on such a cliff, a mirage-like temple appeared strangely and mysteriously.

The temple is divided into three main halls and six small halls, with carved railings and painted buildings, which are extremely exquisite. Each hall is connected by a suspension bridge, and on their raised eaves, there are countless extremely thick iron cables. The iron chains descended from the top of the cliff, and the resplendent temple was actually pulled by these iron chains and hung on the steep cliff.

I saw the three big characters "Lingkong Temple" written on the plaque of the most majestic and beautiful pavilion in the middle of the three main halls.Those three characters have a harmonious brushwork. At first glance, I only think they are simple and cute, but when I look closely, I feel that there is a faint and majestic coercion rushing straight at me. After just one glance, I feel a faint tightness in my chest, and the past is the past. , Greed, hatred, and ignorance want to turn around, as if the only way to repent is to pounce on the ground and ask the Buddha for mercy to let go of past sins.As for the pavilion itself, every eaves and pillars are pasted with layers of gold foil, and on top of the gold foil are pasted blue, red, blue and purple glazed tiles and cloisonné enamel decorations.Now at sunrise, under the brilliant sunlight, the entire Lingkong Temple instantly emits a dazzling and dazzling golden light, even every brick and tile is shining with translucent brilliance. reproduced in general.

If someone can turn into a white bird flying between the sky and the earth, seeing the scenery of the Lingkong Temple, I'm afraid they will be shocked and wonder if they are in a dream... It's a pity that a white bird is always a white bird.Before such an unimaginably artificial scene, he didn't linger, and flew straight to a slightly smaller pavilion next to the palace pavilion.

The white bird folded its wings and landed on the railing at the edge of a narrow window, uttering a series of murmurs from its bright red beak.

"Amitabha, you have worked hard."

With the "creak" sound of the window opening, a pair of skinny hands stretched out, holding the white bird into the window.

Completely different from the radiant scenery outside, the light in Lingkong Temple is very dim, and the hall is even more empty, not even a Buddha statue.

The one holding the white bird is an old monk.

The monk was thin and small, almost no different from that child, his withered skin and flesh drooped down, his face was wrinkled and his facial features could not be seen clearly, but in his dry face, his eyes were as clear and deep as a deep pool.

He was wearing a golden cassock, which was just like this Lingkong Temple. It was glittering and luxurious, and the heavy cloth almost swallowed up the thin monk.But precisely because of this, under the cover of the cassock, the heavy chains on the monk's wrists and feet became less conspicuous.

The monk took off the bamboo tube tied to the white bird's feet, unfolded the thin bamboo paper inside, and squinted his eyes to read carefully.

His face didn't change in the slightest.

And at this moment, there was the crisp sound of chains hitting each other from the other end of the room.

The monk turned his head and looked at another monk who was walking towards him.

Just like him, the monk had heavy chains on his limbs.

"Abbot... but the person in charge of the government has sent news?"

The visitor asked worriedly.

The old monk known as the abbot was holding the secret report delivered overnight, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Yes."

In addition, the monk suddenly became more anxious.

"In the Wenxiang Hall, the three sticks of Arhat incense have been burned... The previous Master Mingjing once said that when the smoke of the Arhat is exhausted, the evil spirits will come out. Abbot, it is too inappropriate for you to release Jiaruo back to the world."

The abbot of Lingkong Temple saw the worry in his junior brother's eyes, and he smiled eagerly.

"If you say that an evil spirit is an evil spirit, then the evil spirit is not an evil spirit... If the child wants to go, let him go." He lowered his head and looked at the thin, transparent bamboo paper in his hand. In an instant, it turned into fine powder and scattered in the air.

"Abbot..."

The monk was still waiting to talk, but the abbot stretched out two fingers, and lightly touched the man's eye socket.

"You are not as good as Jia Ruo."

said the abbot.

The monk's face suddenly lost all color.

The abbot said again: "Your heart and eyes are clouded, and it is useless to be here...."

The monk replied tremblingly: "This golden cage and jade lock...it is indeed difficult to break through, I am delusional."

Hearing this reply, the abbot sighed, turned his head, and looked out of the window at the sea of ​​clouds through the window rail.

"That's all, that's all, you can start all over again."

The old monk said.

After the voice fell, there was only a muffled sound when human flesh collided with the ground in the empty hall... The previous monk fell to the ground, his face was ashen, and after a while, a little black came out from his mouth and nose. Red bloodstains come.

After a while, the rustling sound of the chain moving came from the dark place, and the corpse was dragged by the chain, and was gradually dragged into the dark depths of the palace...

"Amitabha."

The old monk clasped his hands together, and said the Buddha again calmly.

******

Thousands of miles away from Lingkong Temple, there is a rather lively small town by the Lishui River.

The small town is called Jiaocheng, and the official road to the west border and the commercial road to the capital intersect at this place. The roaring and roaring water from the upper reaches of the Lishui River flows here like a beast, and because of the sudden widening of the river, it is no longer The ferocity and turbulence before.If you find some seasoned boatmen by the river, they will be able to sail. In this way, the water transportation can barely be regarded as smooth.Whether it was a trader who went to the west to sell grain and horses, or a student who came from the northwest to the capital to catch up on the exam, or an official who hurried back and forth between the two places with official documents, it was inevitable to take a rest when they came to the small town.

The residents of Jiaocheng are guarding the boundaries of this land, and they can live a comfortable life just relying on business such as wine, food, sheds and inns on weekdays.

People in Jiaocheng often boast that they have a lot of knowledge, which is completely different from the uninformed country folks in ordinary northwest small towns.However, on this day, even the well-informed Jiaocheng people were shocked.

It turned out that before the sky was fully lit the day before, there were those martial arts practitioners walking or being carried one after another along the official road all the way to Jiaocheng.

These people had more or less injuries—the better ones were just bitten by non-poisonous snakes, and the unlucky ones had black faces, snake venom entered their bodies, and a bad smell came from their bodies , all the way under the body was black and red and thick pus and blood.

In the past, the "Heroic Masters" who always had a little bit of pride in front of ordinary people entered the city, but all of them looked like stray dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, trembling with fear. .

It is said that in a certain village called Sanlizhuang not far away there, a snake tide broke out in winter.Most of these people who escaped are disciples of the Palace of Bliss and the Martial Arts League—only well-trained disciples of such great sects can survive such a terrible turmoil—of course, they are That is to say, the number of people who actually escaped from Sanlizhuang alive was less than a quarter of that when they went there.

But even if it was just like this, the surviving disciples in the Palace of Bliss and the Martial Arts League had already stirred up the voices of people in this small Jiaocheng, and it became noisy and busy.

In such a chaotic scene, some people who sneaked into Jiaocheng along with the wretched martial arts people became extraordinarily inconspicuous.

"crunch-"

With a loud rubbing sound, a crumbling door was pushed open.

"Young Master Lin..."

With a soft call, a girl stepped into the door, turned around and closed the door carefully.

This is an extremely simple thatched house, located in a remote corner of the backyard of an inn.Previously, it might have been used to house servants who fell ill due to long journeys. The whole room was built hastily, not to mention the dim light, and the room was filled with a strong acrimony——those Of course, the lowly servants did not receive any medical aid, they were just driven here, and some cheap herbs were fried in the room to dispel the plague and illness, so as not to overwhelm the distinguished masters.Over time, even the gaps in the walls of the whole house were filled with this pungent smell.

The girl carefully placed the bundle in her hand on a crooked table in the room that was about to fall apart, and then turned her head to look at the person in the room.

"Mr. Lin, I'm back...I'm sorry, the doctor in the city can't be invited... Even the medicine shop in the city is empty now, so what kind of wild ginseng and ganoderma lucidum have long been out of stock. But then the shop The people in the store looked for it, and said there was half a pack of Coptis chinensis under the cabinet, and asked me if I wanted it... I didn’t understand, so I brought it back.”

The girl's face was full of uneasiness, and she hesitated and whispered to the slender boy who was guarding the bed.

The three people in the thatched house were naturally none other than Lin Mao, Chang Xiaoqing and Yao Xiaohua.

It's just that Lin Mao and Yao Xiaohua were able to maintain their superficial calm, asking and answering questions in this dilapidated thatched hut, Chang Xiaoqing, the one with the highest martial arts among the three, was lying on the broken window beside Lin Mao, with his eyes tightly closed. Close, face like gold paper.

Lin Mao and Yao Xiaohua entrusted Chang Xiaoqing to enter the city amidst the remnants of the Palace of Bliss and the Martial Arts League the night before. They found this thatched cottage in the city with great difficulty and managed to rent it.

I also don't know what Monk Nagaruo did to Chang Xiaoqing, it stands to reason that with Chang Xiaoqing's extremely strong martial arts, even if he suffers from internal injuries, he can gradually get better on his own.But day and night passed, but Chang Xiaoqing still couldn't wake up.

Lin Mao was very anxious, but in the small city of Jiaocheng, there was indeed no medical treatment, and it was only a day's work, and Lin Mao who stayed by Chang Xiaoqing's side was already very emaciated.

It's just that he is haggard, but he is still so haggard and beautiful.

If his appearance before was that of the crabapple flower that had been beaten by the rain, his pale cheeks and bloodless lips now reminded people of the white narcissus placed in front of the window in a jade pot. Just by looking at it, I couldn't help but want to reach out and hold him in my arms to comfort him.

"Thank you for your hard work. It's because I didn't think carefully. I should have thought that people from the Palace of Bliss and the Martial Arts League had entered the city. There must be not enough doctors in this small city..."

With a hoarse voice, Lin Mao raised his head with a pale face, and forced a smile towards the skinny girl.

"It's still Ms. Yao, you're amazing, and you managed to get Coptis chinensis in the end."

He softly comforted Yao Xianxian again.

Lin Mao took Yao Xiaohua with him before, just wanting to find a trustee for this girl, but he didn't expect that in the end, such a thin and small girl would help him so much—if it wasn't for Yao Xiaohua's help, Lin Mao would have It took a lot of effort, but it was impossible to bring such a tall Chang Xiaoqing to keep up with the others.

(If my martial arts are still there, how can I let myself be so embarrassed?)

Lin Mao only felt that he couldn't help Yao Xiaohua very much, and was even more annoyed in his heart, hating himself for being such a good-looking but useless skin.

He was so worried and blamed himself too much, his figure at this moment appeared extraordinarily slender.

Yao Xiaohua's eyes fell on Lin Mao. On a pure and ignorant face, her eyes were very dark.

She walked over slowly and sat beside Lin Mao, took Lin Mao's hand very naturally, put it in her palm, and patted it gently.

"Master Lin, don't be afraid, I will always guard you, if there is anything, you just need to tell me to do it..."

She raised her head and spoke to Lin Mao, while slowly pressing it on Lin Mao's shoulder.