Copper Coins Chapter 102: Sugar (9)

Decades of time in the world are extremely slow. For example, when standing alone in a mountain temple, every flick of a finger feels like a lifetime, and there is no end in sight. However, the novel is fast and extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, there are white clouds and dogs, and dust is raised in the East China Sea.

The time in Daze Temple is always so fast and slow, so that after a long time, Tong Deng can't remember how many years he has lit the lamp here, only through the occasional disaster and pain, to judge the time—

The man was sick and soon recovered;

The man escaped a disaster;

The man's life is over;

The number of lifespans in life is always difficult to say, there are long and short. So that person did not live a long life, but even if he died, he would have no disaster and no pain, and quietly closed his eyes.

The first emperor, the first mayfly, the first beggar, the first novice

The rise and fall always alternate, so since the emperor, the life span of each life is not long, but in just a hundred years, he has already entered reincarnation. After all, the novice in the last life only lived for more than thirty years. Although the pain at the time of death was all borne by the same lamp, it was still a pity that his life was short.

However, in this life, the disasters and illnesses that fell on that person seem to be much less, so that in sixteen years, Tongdeng has only taken care of him once with a larger illness, and the rest are only small things, nothing to be concerned about. .

Although it is a good thing that there are fewer disasters, on the other hand, there is also less involvement.

In the past 16 years, Tong Deng has been staying in this Daze Temple so much that he is about to enter into meditation. If it wasn't for Xuan Min and Xue Xian coming here from time to time, he would have even practiced a few rounds of immortals.

However, in recent years, Jiang Songshan has been a little more human than before. Because after the First World War at Heishitan more than 30 years ago, Taibu of Taichang Temple knew the significance of Daze Temple to the national teacher. Within a few years, there was a single house on the mountainside of Jiangsong Mountain with a plaque on the door. It is covered with the seal of the imperial court, which is reserved for the guardians of the mountains.

The guardians of the mountain are experienced mountain husbands, who eat a small salary and simply keep a mountain of peace.

What he has to do is not difficult, just patrol the mountain regularly, watch people passing by, and don't let ordinary people climb Jiangsong Mountain at will. After all, the same lamp in Daze Temple will occasionally suffer disasters for others. If someone is reckless Hit the ground, there is always the danger of being implicated. If there is a sudden thunder and fire in the mountain, report it to the yamen in time, so as not to burn the mountain again.

Although there is one more person, in fact, the guardians of the mountains just walk along the mountainside, and will not rashly follow the old stone steps to the abandoned Daze Temple. Therefore, this guardian of the mountain and Tong Deng are almost the same as the well and the river. After 30 years, Tong Deng has never seen him once, but only knows that there is such a person.

One year in early spring, before the mist in the mountains had cleared in the early morning, a young man carried a gray cloth bag up the mountain. The coldness left by the late winter has not yet completely disappeared, and the mountains are even more damp, but the young man rolled his sleeves to his forearms, revealing thin and lean muscles.

His skin is not fair, and it looks like he has worked since childhood and grew up under the sun. His hair was tied high and meticulous, and there was strength in his muscles and bones, and his whole body exuded the peculiar spirit of a young man.

He is the son of the previous mountain guard, and now he is going up the mountain to take over the position of the mountain guard.

The boy stopped by the mountainside guard house, unpacked his bag, and entered the door. He put the burden on the bed in the inner room, glanced at the layout of the house again, and tidied it up skillfully, picked up the wooden barrel in the house, closed the door behind his back, and walked towards the depths of the mountain.

He intended to go to the mountain stream to fetch some water, but stopped when he passed a stone step.

He knows this stone step, and walking up it, it won't take long to reach the top of the mountain, where the legendary ghost temple is located. For some unknown reason, every time the young man heard people talk about ghost temples, there would be an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He always felt that, a long time ago, he seemed to have crossed several mountain shadows, looked at the ghost temple in the distance, and even saw the silent lights in the ghost temple.

But this is impossible. After all, he lives in the outskirts of the county town, not on the top of the mountain. It is impossible to see such a scene. Besides, for some unknown reason, whenever he thinks of the ghost temple, he always has an unexplained emotion.

Now he is standing in front of the stone steps, and the inexplicable feeling comes suddenly.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then simply lifted his feet up the stone steps. It is rumored that this ghost temple has been deserted for hundreds of years, there has never been anyone, it is quiet and lonely. The more he went to the top of the mountain, the quieter it became.

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid I would feel a little panicked, but he didn't even feel the slightest bit of timidity, and he climbed to the top three steps at a time.

Daze Temple is much better than he imagined, but also much more deserted.

It's intact because the front hall and pagoda are barely visible, and even the temple gate is standing well, but it's full of wind and frost. The shortage is because, a few days ago, when the winter was not over, there was a snowfall, people in the county town came and went, and the snow had already been trampled away, but there was still a daze in this mountain temple. Bai, the feeling of loneliness is even deeper.

The temple door was half-open, and the boy looked outside the door for a while, but he didn't see it all. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he stretched out his hand and pushed open the temple door.

Squeak-

The temple door made an old and sour sound, and everything inside the door fell into the boy's eyes without any cover.

Even if the young man was stunned, he looked at a certain place with a slightly stunned expression, and couldn't speak for a long time——

He saw a figure standing quietly on the long and empty steps of the ancient temple's treasure hall. He was tall and thin, and his white robe was spotless. In the vast and lonely snow, he showed a kind of loneliness of a hundred years. Come.

When the "you are" young man regained his senses, he found that he had walked into the temple unknowingly and stood under the steps. He looked up at the white shadow, frowned slightly, and asked in doubt, "Who are you? How come you are in this ghost temple?"

The monk in white robe was stunned for a moment, staring at the boy's eyebrows, seeming to understand something and hesitant, "Can you see me?"

The boy hesitated, then nodded.

This year is the year of Guimao. It has been seventeen years since the death of Nasumi, thirty-seven years since the First Battle of Heishitan, and more than a hundred years since Tongdeng passed away.

When there is always an end to sitting down, confidants can finally meet again.

A few white lights flashed across the horizon in the distance, and a muffled sound rolled down the sky. The first rain and thunder of this year is here, and the spring when the mountains are full of flowers is not far away

Thousands of miles away, the most famous restaurant in Ningyang County, Huizhou Prefecture, is as full as ever.

Xue Xian and Xuan Min, who had just finished the rain, stood at the door, took a glance and entered the store.

Half an hour ago, Xue Xian was still raining on the other side of the river. It's just that he was a little greedy after finishing the arrangement, and wanted to eat "Peach Fat Roast Pork" on a whim. Xuan Min never objected to his request, so the two traveled thousands of miles to this Jiuweiju.

When Xue Xian entered the store, he said to Xuan with compassion: "When I settled in Ningyang County, I saw the sign of this restaurant. But it was inconvenient to move at that time, and Jiang Shining's nerd bought it for me. , I don't know if the taste of those dishes has changed over the past 30 years."

Xuan Min glanced at the breakfast stall outside the house, and said "um", "I remember it here."

"Eh? Have you eaten here too?" Xue Xian was taken aback.

"The day I went to the Jiang family medical hall to catch you, it was exactly what the bartender of this restaurant requested." Xuan Min explained in a low voice.

Having lived for thousands of years, if you can remember everything clearly, then your brain will not be enough. Xue Xian always only remembered some special people or things, as if he remembered how Xuanmin shoveled him from the ground in the side room of the Jiang family medical hall, and also vaguely remembered that he ran into someone from the yamen when he went out, but he thought about it. I can't remember what miscellaneous people were there at the time.

After being mentioned by Xuan Min, he had a vague impression, and said casually: "It seems that there is such a person, I can't remember clearly."

The second child of this Jiuweiju is very enthusiastic. When he saw the two entering the store, he didn't say that it was full. He just told them with a smile on his face that all the food in Jiuweiju could be packed and brought back. Don't mind, there are still two tables with few guests, you can sit together.

The bamboo building where Xue Xian and Xuan Min lived was separated by a river, at least a thousand miles away, so it would be too outrageous to roll around in the sky with a food box. Therefore, Xue Xian asked Xuan Min, a shrewd person, with his eyes, and then he waved his hand and said to Xiao Er, "It's okay, let's sit together."

"Okay! I neglected the two of you. Our boss and the proprietress told me that the amount of money to be seated together will be halved." Xiao Er smiled and led the two to a table.

There are really few guests at this table. There is only one person. He is white and clean, and looks like a scholar, but according to his clothes, he is at least a little rich.

About Xue Xian, there are not many scholars who have an impression in Xue Xian's memory, and there are very few who are familiar with them. Therefore, when he looked at the scholars all over the world, he felt that there was a shadow of Jiang Shining.

No, he turned his head and said to Xuanmin: "This person looks a bit like that nerd."

Again

Xuan Min was quite speechless, squeezed his chin and motioned him to sit down quickly instead of standing stupidly.

The scholar's dish had just been served. Seeing them sitting down, he smiled at them quite kindly, then raised his finger and pointed at his share of roasted chicken in a clay pot, and said to the two of them, "It's also fate to sit at a table. , may wish to eat together."

He smiled more like Jiang Shining, and Xue Xian started chatting with him in disbelief.

Let's not talk about these two people, but they actually see the same thing when it comes to eating. After Xiao Er ordered the dishes one after another, both of them laughed, because the dishes they ordered were exactly the same.

"It's really fate, to be honest, I just saw the two of you, and I felt a little kind." The scholar smiled gently and said, "It's like meeting an old friend."

Xue Xian was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Xuan Min, looked at the scholar again, and said with the corners of his mouth hooked: "It's a coincidence, we also think that you are like an old friend, maybe you were an old friend in your previous life."

Xue Xian enjoyed the meal, both physically and mentally. Before leaving, he left three paper talismans for the scholar, saying that if he needed help in the future, he would be there.

Until he returned to the bamboo building, Xue Xian still had a small smile on his mouth.

"Have you seen his face?" he said to Xuanmin, "This life is a blessed person with a long life."

Xuan Min watched him chatter for a long time, only nodded "um", then squeezed his chin and sealed his lips.

Just seeing the kiss, the black bird ran away, running far away, as if afraid of seeing some blind scenes.

The two were entangled in the middle of the night, but they finally recovered and fell asleep with each other.

During light sleep, the most prone to chaotic dreams, Xuan Min suddenly felt that he was back in the stone room under the bamboo building. Xue Xian stood beside him, very close to him, squinted and said, "You owe you a debt. I have a lot, and now I only need a little blood from you, will you give it or not?" There was an evil spirit in the cold face, and a deep hatred.

He closed his eyes and did not let go. Ren Xue Xian buried himself between his neck, bit his skin, and sucked in a mouthful of blood.

When Xue Xian stood up straight again, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his hateful mouth, which looked abrupt and dazzling on his plain white face.

Xuan Min raised his hand, wanting to help him wipe the trace of blood off, but halfway up his hand, he was touched by the person beside him.

"Dream?" someone whispered to him.

Xuan Min opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the man in the dream was looking at him with his head raised, the evil spirit and hatred in the dream were no longer at all, and even a smile was on the corner of his mouth.

He was stunned for a while, but he finally realized that he had dreamed of his former demon again.

This inner demon has been following him since the battle at Black Rock Beach. From time to time, he will appear when he is inadvertently guarding his heart. It happens when he is meditating, when he is recuperating, and when he takes a nap, maybe it is A deep fear.

But over the past 30 years, this inner demon has appeared less and less, and it has only happened a few times in recent years. Maybe after a year or two, I will never dream of it again. . He seems to be a person who realizes that after realizing it, it took him so long to finally get out of the guilt and misses that he couldn't let go.

Just because the people around me are always there, what a blessing.

Xuan Min's dark eyes looked at Xue Xian silently for a moment, then turned over and pressed him, the kiss on Xue Xian's lips was heavy and full of tenderness.

Xue Xian said angrily while responding: "Do you still think you won't be able to go out for a few days?"

This entanglement is a long time.

After Hu Tianhei's fierce battle, Xue Xian lazily leaned on Xuan Min's shoulder, hooked his fingers on his chin one after another, and said casually, "I feel more and more that you This serious appearance is all fake, I just mentioned a few more words to others, you just torture me like this, don't give me a good time for a long time"

His voice was full of lustful hoarseness, and he was complaining, but his face was full of idleness and contentment.

It took over 30 years to realize this, and it's a real talent.

The black bird cub hiding outside the house couldn't hear the movement of the two, so he sneaked up again, and when he landed at the window, he happened to hear Xue Xian's words, and immediately felt that he was blind and deaf. The people in the room spit vividly.

Xue Xian, who was still lazy at first, immediately regained his energy, raised his hand and pointed at the black bird cub, and said angrily: "I'm too bold, I dare to spit, you try again, and keep it for dinner tonight. Roasted bird."

Blackbird: "Splash!"

Then hurriedly screamed and rolled away, as if taking a single step would be fatal.

Xue Xian: ""

Xuan Min sat leaning against the wall, quietly watching someone quarrel with a bird in a serious manner.

As soon as Xue Xian turned his head, he saw the corner of Xuan Min's mouth, which was turned away.

He was stunned for a moment, "Did you just stop laughing?"

Xuan Min's face was indifferent, and the eight winds did not move: "Never."

Xue Xian stared at him for a while, "I saw it!"

Xuan Min remained unmoved: "I read it wrong."

Xue Xian: "Smile again?"

Xuanmin helped Xue Xian pull up his clothes without saying a word, got out of bed with a calm expression, and cleaned up, then turned to ask Xue Xian, "Are you going to Daze Temple?"

"Go to hell! You have to laugh first." As Xue Xian said, he couldn't help getting out of bed and moving his hands and feet. As he was making a fuss, the black bird cub who had escaped for his life came back.

This time I brought back a pigeon with a letter from Taichang Temple tied to its legs as always.

Xuan Min unfolded the tissue paper and read it carefully.

Xue Xian leaned over and asked, "What happened again?"

In recent years, Xuan Min has deliberately played down the position of national teacher from the court. After all, it is always inappropriate to rely too much on the strength of one person. What's more, if you really want to save the world, you don't have to have such an empty position.

The letters from Taichang Temple are not as frequent as they used to be. This time, it was just Tai fortune telling him the good fortune this year, and it was just a routine report to him.

Xuan Min closed the tissue paper and said to Xue Xian in a low voice, "Nothing, it's another good year."

In this xixi world, I can only ask for this. Debts must be paid, favors must be repaid, promises must be fulfilled, and love must be kept.

The weather is good, the mountains and rivers are Chang'an.

There is no regret in this life.