Copper Coins Chapter 93: Centennial Safety (4)

Jiang Songshan Daze Temple is a small temple in the mountains. It was built more than 300 years ago. Because of the remote location and the lack of good times, the incense in the temple has never been strong. There are no more than a dozen monks in the monastery, and most of them are indifferent, and they live peacefully. Two hundred years ago, before the mountain temple was burned by thunder and fire, there were only five or six monks left, and they all lived in this mountain for a lifetime. At that time, the only young man in the temple was the Nanjiang boy who worshipped Daze Temple.

To tell the truth, at that time, the old monk from Daze Temple looked at the young man from southern Xinjiang who came up the mountain with kindness and love. Many famous family temples are not allowed to enter, so how come Daze Temple was selected.

The southern border boy had a handsome appearance, tall eyebrows and bones, and a pair of dark and clear eyes, showing a sense of calm and composure at a young age.

Just like this, no matter where he goes to a monk's temple, someone asks him for it, so he just likes this little corner on Jiangsong Mountain.

The old monks were naturally happy in their hearts, but they persuaded him for the sake of this young man.

The boy answered: I have a relationship with Daze Temple.

As a result, before he could get the ordination, the Daze Temple, which was related to him, was struck by lightning and burned all over the place.

All the people in the temple lost their lives, but the southern border boy survived.

Later, the teenager met a confidant of similar age by chance. Years later, the young man transformed himself into a national teacher who protected the country from disasters, directly in charge of Taichang Temple.

Because of his special status as a confidant, he was a prince when he met, and later became an emperor.

Afterwards, when the emperor's lifespan was about to end, the national teacher knew himself deeply and was very reluctant to give up. He thought of some ways to prolong his life, but it was still a step too late.

The national teacher has compassion in his heart, and has made an agreement with his confidant to ensure that this mountain and river will not decline for a hundred years.

But the lifespan of mortals is limited after all, and the national teacher has suffered a lot in the process of seeking a way to prolong his life for the emperor, and there is already a sign of running out of oil.

Therefore, he pinched his fingers for a chance and picked up his successor from outside the Daze Temple in Jiangsongshan.

He hopes to honor the last wish of the deceased, no matter how the dynasties change, there will always be a star that will lead the way, and the people will live in peace. Therefore, the national teacher changed the name of the law to the same lamp and passed it down from generation to generation.

However, when the successor was first brought back to Taichang Temple, he was still a toothless child and could not speak.

With such a heavy name at a young age, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold back my life, and the national teacher has not yet abdicated and retired. So the national teacher gave him a nickname that he used when he was young: Xuanmin.

Xuan Min's life experience is somewhat special, because he was born with Buddha bones, which is a sign of great merit. Even if he is reincarnated, the Buddha bones will not be lost. He is an excellent candidate for successor.

Although the national teacher is taciturn to the outside world, he has a lot of words to Xuanmin, which means that he is also a teacher and a friend.

During this period of upbringing, because the Tianji Academy was not allowed to enter without authorization, or perhaps it was deliberately done by the national teacher, very few people saw its true face, and very few people knew about the existence of Xuanmin.

A few years later, Xuanmin became an adult and took over successfully. The national teacher, who had already run out of oil, was the real Tongdeng passed away.

The things he has experienced in his life are a little legendary, and he has carefully calculated them, but if he has a confidant and a disciple, this can be regarded as complete. It's just that he always remembers the Daze Temple in Jiang Songshan...

Although the thunderstorm that year was indeed a coincidence, it had nothing to do with him. But after being called a broom star for so many years, he always had a subtle sense of guilt towards Daze Temple.

Even after he passed away, he was quite concerned, so... he "stayed" at Daze Temple, and every year in the twelfth lunar month, Qingming Festival, and Zhongyuan, he would give points to the old monks who smiled kindly at him a hundred years ago a lamp.

He is in this state like a ghost but not a ghost, like a soul but not a soul, like a clinging but not a clinging, no one can see him, even a warlock with yin and yang eyes is no exception.

So to outsiders, the Daze Temple, which has been vacant for hundreds of years, occasionally has lights and shadows every year. The people around were so shocked that they dared not approach, and the name of the ghost temple came from this.

Today is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. It seems that the shocking battle at the foot of Jiangsong Mountain was just yesterday. In fact, more than half a month has passed.

The mess at the bottom of the mountain has long been smoothed out, and a heavy snow near the end of the year buried all the remaining traces under it, and it has long since returned to peace.

After nightfall, a few lights suddenly lit up in the deserted temple that was originally pitch-dark, and I counted it, exactly six.

"The ghost fire, the ghost fire is lit up again, brother." In a small temple separated by a few mountain peaks, the little novice lay in front of the window and stretched out his head to look in the direction of Jiangsong Mountain. at a glance.

The timing of this ghost fire appears early and late, and it is rare to see the last time with my own eyes. This little novice has lived in this temple for over ten years, and this is the second time I see him.

However, although the rumors are strange, when I saw it with my own eyes, I was not afraid. At those few points, the lights were yellowish and warm, which not only did not make people nervous, but also made people feel calm.

And in fact, there is no ghost at all in the real Daze Temple.

A monk in white is standing in front of the six "no one's self-illuminating" safety lamps, carefully picking up the wicks of the six lamps, but no one else can see them, except for his situation the same one.

The monk who lit the lamp was not someone else, but a young man from the southern Xinjiang who entered the temple alone back then, and later the first-generation national teacher, the real fellow lamp.

And the person who is in the same situation as him and can see him is also in this deserted temple at this time. He is also dressed in white hemp monk robes. He looks like a ghost but not a ghost, and his face is bloodless Sitting cross-legged on the futon in the corner of the house, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was resting.

Even with this inimitable appearance, it still can't stop the arrogant handsomeness and the coldness that doesn't melt.

It is Xuanmin.

After picking up the lantern with the same lamp, he stood in front of the six safety lanterns with a calm expression and folded his hands in a Buddha salute. Then he swept away his sleeves, turned around and walked to Xuan Min's side. Using the six oil lamps in the room, he glanced at Xuan Min's left hand resting on his lap.

I saw a **** mole as small as the tip of a needle fell between the index finger of the left hand. It was slightly convex to the touch, but it could pair with the one on Xue Xian's collarbone.

"The mole has appeared." Tong Deng retracted his gaze, then glanced at Xuan Min in a rather displeasure, and said lukewarmly, "It's also a blessing that you can still think of such a hand in that situation. Pour out Spider, bite you and bite him again, it takes at least one sentence of time. If you have this skill, why don't you struggle a little more, maybe you can explain two last words to others."

Xuan Min's eyes were still closed, and he had no intention of moving his lips at all. I don't know if I didn't hear him at all, or I didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Although this spider isn't as poisonous as the Tongshou spider, it's not bad either. Are you being bitten for fun?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Tongdeng opened his mouth coldly.

Xuan Min was silent for a moment, but he finally kept his eyes closed, and said with a blank expression: "On the left and right are the spiders you raised."

The implication: Do you have the face to make people pay attention not to be bitten?

Since the physical body has lost its vitality, Xuan Min is conscious again, and it is in this abandoned Daze Temple. He was probably the body that had condensed out two days ago, and the shape he had just stabilized last night. In the past two days, he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't speak. He only heard people around him saying something like a reminiscence.

After listening to it on and off, he realized that this person is the first-generation national teacher Tongdeng, and also his teacher in the previous life. And the two kinds of spiders in the hundred wormholes are from his hands.

Xuan Min had only tasted the taste of Tongshou spider. As early as many years ago, when he had not completely left Tianjiyuan to live alone in Xiaozhulou, he had already discovered that Zu Hong's lifespan had changed somewhat. Although Zu Hong did not take off his mask even in the Tianji Courtyard, Xuan Min still noticed that he had become young again from the changes in the small lines on his neck.

Actually at that time, he vaguely guessed that this change might have something to do with him, because Zu Hong always spoke with some deep meaning at that time, like expressing some kind of debt to him, and seemed to be thinking about some gratitude.

It's just that at that time he still missed Shi En, even if he was aware of it, he didn't care at all.

A long time later, when he really found out about the "Tongshou Spider", Zu Hong greedily pulled the keel again, and after that, he lost his memory again. So much so that the matter of "Zu Hong planted Tongshou spiders for him" was delayed several times, and finally it was finally resolved until he was dying.

Looking back now, Xuan Min was very cautious, and there were very few opportunities for others to take advantage of the loopholes, but only once...

That was the fall of the year before he left Tianjiyuan and handed over the position of national teacher to Zu Hong again. He accidentally entered the madden state of meditation during the retreat, and was unconscious for three days and three nights. At that time, he was not very defensive about Zu Hong, and it was feasible to take the opportunity to plant Tongshou spiders.

But no matter what, the body is dead, and that's a thing of the past.

Now he is not carrying the same life spider, but another kind of wormhole.

Tongdeng's real purpose at the beginning was the Tongshou spider, and raising another kind of spider was purely an accident caused by the mind. It is simply called anonymous.

Xue Xian once casually asked Xuanmin what the nameless spider was, and whether it was true, as the legend said, that it could bind people to three lives and three lives.

Xuan Min denied it.

He never coaxed Xue Xian, this nameless spider really has nothing to do with Sansheng.

Tongshou spiders are a pair of mother and child spiders, and this nameless spider is a pair of fortune and misfortune spiders. The red spider means good fortune and the black spider means misfortune. The small mole on Xuan Min's hand was left by the black spider, while the one on Xue Xian's collarbone came from the red spider.

Once the blood mole is formed, it means that the body of the person bitten by the black spider will not rot after death, the spirit will not be scattered, neither ghost nor soul. He takes all the misfortunes and sufferings suffered by the other party in his own body, and he attributes all the blessings and rewards he has obtained in his life to the other party...

The price is never to reincarnate.

This is not Sansheng, but Wuya.

"As soon as this mole appears, I will be lonely forever and forever." Tong Deng stood in front of the house door, squinting at the moonlight in the sky, and then turned around and asked Xuanmin: "The benefits are naturally also. Yes, you will never lose your memory again, you will remember everything you should remember, and the more you remember it, the more clearly it will be, just like what happened yesterday. The downside... that no matter how deeply you remember, people won't see you anymore, really Neither can dragons. What, do you regret it?"

Xuan Min hadn't spoken for a long time, and seemed to still ignore him. This appearance is somewhat similar to the master-disciple relationship a hundred years ago.

After a long time, Xuan Min asked indifferently: "You also planted this spider, do you regret it?"

Tong Deng snorted softly and stopped talking.

Are you sorry?

Life and death, blessings and misfortunes are never child's play. Now that you have promised to go out, you will have no regrets and no regrets, even if the East China Sea blows dust and bones die.

The author has something to say: I will meet you at the end of this volume~ I will meet you in the next chapter, absolutely no glass slag~

In the past few days during the Chinese New Year, people come and go in my family, and I have to go out from time to time. The number of words is limited, sorry~