How long has it been, it was the first time that he was lying so carelessly.

Does anyone know what kind of pain it is to bear for a life of how many burdens it is?

However, this small world could not last long. After all, he walked from far to near, and he was walking towards where he was, disrupting his thinking.

The bell that was originally ringing in my heart suddenly seemed to be leaving him, and suddenly became far away in the sky.

Silently, sigh...

He slowly opened his eyes.

Buddha!

This was what he saw at first.

The character "Buddha" is hung high on the roof, surrounding the character "Buddha", surrounded by golden patterns, and then along the periphery, the statues of five hundred Arhats are carved in detail, forming a large circle. All Arhats are all the same size, but their expressions and figures are all different, arranged in rows, and they are extremely upright. Then, on the outer side of the circle is a ceiling with a blue bottom and black edge, two feet higher than the circle of Buddha characters in the middle. The styles on it are different, which are square squares, one foot square, with golden spirals, and Buddhist auspicious beasts such as unicorns, phoenixes, golden dragons, goats, etc., but these patterns are the same in each square.

Although he was not good at carving buildings, he only took a look and realized that this was a magical work. On the roof, two golden chains were hanging from the inner circle surrounding the Buddha character, and an eternal lamp was hanging upside down. From bottom to top, it was roughly a three-foot-sized copper basin, which seemed to be filled with lamp oil.

The general frowned, turned his head to look around, and saw that it looked like a Zen room in a temple. The room was quite spacious, with large red painted pillars and green bricks on the four corners, and the door was made of tangerine wood. There was a window on each side, and the red painted one was painted on it, which looked very solemn. On one wall was hung with a picture of Guanyin Master holding a bottle of water and jade dew in his hand. There was a pair of incense tables below, and there were four plates of fruit offerings, namely pears, apples, oranges, and oranges. Before offering fruit offerings, there was a copper stove with three branches of fine sandalwood on it, and wisps of light smoke were floating, floating in the air.

On the other side is where the general is located. There is a wooden bed here, which is simple and sturdy, and there is no more decoration. I think monks don’t care about this kind of thing, and the room is generally simple. Apart from the above things, there is only a round table in the middle, and round stools around it. The table is black, and there are teapots and tea cups on the table, which are simple porcelain.

At this moment, the footsteps had already reached the door. The door of the Zen room creaked and was pushed open from outside. He walked in alone. Jiang Chen looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned. However, he was a strange young monk who had never seen before. He held a wooden plate in his hand and a new kettle was placed on it. When he walked in, he did not look at Jiang Chen. Instead, he walked directly to the table in the room and changed the teapot on the table with the one on the wooden plate in his hand.

"Who are you?" Jiang Chen asked, but after saying a word, he suddenly felt a sore throat. Although it was not as violent as he was when he was unconscious last time, it was extremely uncomfortable and his voice suddenly became hoarse.

Even so, the little monk was startled and immediately turned around and looked, and in a hurry, he almost knocked over the wooden plate on his hand.

"Ah! Are you awake?" The little monk seemed quite surprised, but there was joy in his eyes and said with a smile: "Then wait, I will call my senior brother and the others to come to see you immediately."

As he said that, he wanted to run out of the door. Jiang Chen asked in a hoarse voice at his back, "Little Master, please ask, where is this?"

The young monk turned around and smiled, with a naive and elegant expression on his face, and smiled and said, "This is Qinglong Temple?"

Qinglong Temple!

Jiangchen was stunned for a moment, as if he was struck by thunder. The little monk ran away all the way, thinking that he had been calling people, and only Jiangchen was left lying back to the bed, his heart was extremely confused.

Qinglong Temple...

He was shocked and puzzled, but for some reason, he had another bitterness that emerged from his deep heart.

Qinglong Temple...Qinglong Temple...Qiaoshui...

There was a faint voice from afar, and at the same time, several steps came towards this Zen room. Someone seemed to be whispering to the little monk. The little monk was obviously not old, innocent and lively, and answered with laughter.

Somehow, listening to the questions and answers, the general was suddenly out of the way. He didn't think about his current situation or his past grudges. At this moment, he suddenly envied this ordinary little monk for no reason. He looked as innocent and lively as him, perhaps he didn't know that there were sufferings and hatreds in the world?

Are we the happiest days we feel in the past many years?

The footsteps stopped abruptly, just outside the door, someone said to the little monk: "You don't have to go in. Why don't you go to the backyard to inform the abbot of the abbot now, that is, donor Xiaofan has woken up."

The little monk smiled and said, "It's good. But Brother Zhixiang, you have agreed to teach me how to practice the ascension to heaven. You can't go back on your regret."

The man outside the door smiled and said, "Little guy, you are so greedy, go quickly. I promised you, and naturally I won't regret it."

The little monk was obviously very happy, and laughed and jumped away. The wooden door opened, and a creaking sound seemed as if someone had paused outside the door, took a deep breath, and then walked in.

Sure enough, it was Zhixiang, and the tall monk Zhishan who followed him was still the tall monk.

He was wearing a moon-white monk's rosary, with a white face, holding a rosary in his hand, and the look of Zhixiang looked at him as if there had not changed at all in the past ten years. He slowly walked towards the wooden bed where Jiangchen was lying. When he walked to the bed, his eyes and Jiangchen's eyes looked at each other, and neither of them had any words.

The atmosphere in the room was a little strange for a moment. After a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhixiang's mouth, and he clasped his hands and said, "Are you awake by donor?"

The corners of Jiangchen's eyes twitched, and suddenly said coldly: "I don't have the surname General, I have forgotten that name."

Zhixiang's face remained unchanged, and he only looked at the general, and after a while, he whispered: "What name is naturally what you want, but if you don't even want your surname, have you ever thought of being worthy of your parents who gave birth to you and raised you?"

Jiang Chen's face changed, he snorted, but said nothing, turned around and stopped looking at him.

Zhixiang didn't mean to blame him. When he and Zhishan looked at the demon demon who were despised by the righteous deity in the world, their eyes were full of kindness. Zhishan moved two chairs from the round table behind him, placed them beside the bed, and whispered: "Senior brother, please sit down!"

Zhixiang nodded, sat down on the chair, looked at Jiangchen, and said, "How do you feel now?"

Jiang Chen didn't need him to ask, but in fact he had already secretly checked his body. The ribs that had been severely damaged to the fracture had been completely connected. At this moment, he tied them with a thick bandage, which was obviously helpful to fix them. As for the many skin injuries on the shoulders, they were all bandaged intact. Although pain came from time to time, there was a faint sense of coolness. It was obvious that the wound was applied with excellent wound medicine to achieve such therapeutic effects.

Zhixiang did not answer or get angry when he met him. He smiled and said, "When you were unconscious, I had already helped you get the broken bones in your body. The other skin trauma is not serious. It's just that your internal organs have been severely damaged. You have to be carefully conditioned to be intact. It's also a blessing for your strong body. Otherwise, even if you are a person with deep cultivation, you will be in danger of being seriously injured."

He paused and said, "My junior brother told you just now! This is Qinglong Temple. No one in the world knows you here except for the few people in our temple, so it is very safe. Just keep your injuries here..."

Jiangchen suddenly interrupted him, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "You saved me?"

The smile on Zhixiang's face froze, as if he was hesitating, turned around and looked at Zhishan. Zhishan lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name gently.

Zhixiang turned his face, stopped hesitation, nodded, and said, "Yes."

The general snorted and said, "Don't tell me you don't know. What would happen if your actions were known by the Tongtian Sect?"

Zhixiang said lightly: "I know naturally."

The general sneered and said, "Since that's the case, why do you still have to save me, the demon demon, on your back?"

Zhixiang glanced at him, but somehow, there was something strange in his eyes.

The general frowned and said, "What are you looking at?"

Zhixiang smiled and said, "How do you know that I must have come to save you with the teacher behind my back?"

The general was stunned and said, "What?"

Zhixiang said leisurely: "The heads of the five veins of the Tongtian Sect were not ordinary people at that time, and they all had extraordinary points. Yan Changfeng, the first rank of Dijiufeng, was also one of them. When he fought with him that day, he would entangle him and not expose his skills in a short time. I asked myself that I could not do such skills."

The general stared at Zhixiang and stared for a long time. Zhixiang was calm and smiled unchanged. After a long time, the general suddenly closed his eyes and stopped looking at Zhixiang.

Zhixiang nodded and said, "You have not recovered from serious injury, so you still need more rest."

The general closed his eyes and suddenly said, "Why do you want to save me?"

Zhixiang was silent for a moment and said lightly: "I can't answer you this question."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and said, "Why?"

Zhixiang whispered a Buddhist name and said, "You don't have to worry. When your injury is healed in a few days, someone will naturally tell you."

The general opened his eyes and frowned and said, "Who?"

Zhixiang's mouth moved, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said, "It's okay to tell you, it's my mentor, Master Qiushui, abbot of Qinglong Temple!"

Jiangchen was stunned for a moment. After a while, he looked at Zhixiang's face and knew that he could never ask anything anymore, so he simply breathed a sigh of relief and lay down.

The bells sounded melodiously in the distance, and it was heard quietly again.

"Dong...dong...dong...dong...dong..."

The morning bell and evening drums, day after day, seem to be endless.

Every day seems exactly the same as yesterday. Some people feel boring, while others feel at ease. The quiet years, whether long or short, are in the hearts of people.

In a blink of an eye, the general had been in Qinglong Temple for many days. He listened to the bells in the morning and the drums were sunk in the evening. He rang out on time every day from an unknown place in the temple, spending his days silently. Somehow, after just a few days, he seemed to have been integrated into this strange environment. He was silent every day, but he was stunned and dazed.

He was in his prime at this moment and his health was excellent. Although he was seriously injured, he was young and his cultivation was high. In addition, Qinglong Temple was unexpectedly generous to him. He was not stingy with any good medicines and used them casually. With the status and reputation of Qinglong Temple, the good medicines in the temple were naturally the best in the world. The effect of the medicine was quickly developed. His injuries were all cured very quickly.
Chapter completed!