Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2059 The Return
In the past, Chu Yan would wake up early in the morning to eat something and then run underground, but this day it was a little late.

Just because when he passed the firewood house, he suddenly saw a large cluster of gladiolus along the road.

Large flowers are extremely rare in the north. Chu Yan can recognize them because he has seen paintings in books and knows that they are flowers outside.This kind of flower usually grows because the disciples who went out got the seeds on their bodies and returned to the Zen courtyard and fell to the ground. Because of the climate problem, it is rare that they bloom so prosperously.

In the past, even if he saw flowers, Chu Yan would walk by without interest, but this day when he saw this bunch of flowers, he couldn't walk.

The gladiolus blooming on the side of the road is as thin as silk, delicate and tender, like a girl with weak bones and strong muscles who has just opened cardamom.

For some reason, he remembered the girl in white who was chained in the pool of blood he had seen in his dream before.

These days he was practicing swords in the underground darkroom, although he could hear a female voice, he never saw that dreamy woman again.

The beauty of the woman was in stark contrast to the dark basement. Thinking of the place where there was no room for a blade of grass, Chu Yan couldn't help but stop and started circling the clump of gladiolus.

After wandering around his flowers for a long time, he chose the three flowers he was most satisfied with, carefully cut them off with a sword, and held them in his arms.

Although it was an hour later than before, when Chu Yan ran underground holding the bouquet, his whole body was full of energy.

can she see
Will she like it?
Can she... remember him?
Such questions hovered in his mind, because he was so selfless that he ignored the breath of another person floating in the corridor.

……

……

Holding the bouquet of flowers, Chu Yan stood blankly in front of the half-covered iron gate. His eyes slowly moved down to the scattered chains under the iron gate.

The chain showed no signs of breakage, and the keyhole was left intact, and someone opened the door with a key from the outside.

Chu Yan's whole body was like being in an ice cellar.

Yes.

Going out for two months was a little longer than the previous time that person went out, which made him dream a little longer, and made him almost forget his identity.

Also forget the fact that that person will come back sooner or later.

The bouquet in Chu Yan's arms fell to the ground with a clatter, and was stained with the black mud.

He stepped on the fallen petals and pushed open the concealed iron door with stiff hands.

The dark room was as quiet as ever.

Right at the entrance of the cave he was familiar with, a tall figure with his hands behind his back was standing by the pool of blood, watching the fire beside the pool.

The moment Chu Yan saw that figure, Chu Yan's pupils shrank violently.

The master of the monastery has returned.

He entered the monastery for five years, but he hardly ever saw the master of this hell with his own eyes.

He is more familiar with the golden Buddha statue in the small Buddhist hall than the figure in front of him.

But that familiar breath and suffocating pressure made Chu Yan instantly understand who the man standing not far away was.

Looking at the tall figure standing by the pool of blood, Chu Yan felt fear in his heart, and instinctively wanted to run away, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

"Are you here? Isn't it a bit late today, the firewood is almost gone."

The man standing by the pool of blood with his hands behind his back didn't look back, and spoke lightly.

Chu Yan's hands were convulsed, and he slowly knelt down on the ground, pressing his forehead against the cold stone brick.

"The disciple is guilty, please ask the Chan Lord to forgive him."

"It's not enough to convict," the man said calmly, "This fire is not so easy to extinguish. But she has a bad temper, not everyone can get close to her."

"You have taken good care of her for the past two months."

There was cold sweat on Chu Yan's forehead. He didn't know if it was because he had a ghost in his heart. At this moment, he felt that every word said by the master of the Buddhist monastery meant something.

The next moment, the words he was most afraid of sounded.

"You have worked hard for these two months, and you don't have to come back after that."

With a bang, the rope on the basket on his back snapped, and a gust of wind surged around him. Chu Yan raised his head and stared blankly at the basket of firewood that was swept up by the wind in mid-air and fell into the pool standing beside the pool of blood. man hands.

At this time, the man by the pool turned around.

Chu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

The first thing that catches his eyes is a Shura mask, which is the most common one in the monastery.

The man wore an ordinary but ferocious iron mask on his face, and a plain cloth shirt on his body, without any ornaments, gold, jade, or wolf teeth.Although he looks tall, he is only compared to a 13-year-old child. Compared with those Xirong noble elders in the monastery, he is only medium in stature, even a little short.

Leaving aside the terrifying aura on his body, this person was as ordinary as a high-ranking disciple who can be seen everywhere in the Buddhist monastery.

Chu Yan stared blankly at that person, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

That is to say, if this person hides his aura and walks in the monastery, even if he passes by him, he probably won't be able to detect it.

So, has this person ever done this?

"What? Doesn't my appearance meet your expectations?"

The man's faint voice came, and Chu Yan suddenly fell to the ground, not daring to raise his head, and flinched.

"The disciple dare not."

"Okay," the man snorted softly, holding the firewood basket with one hand, and waved to him, "You go."

Chu Yan lay on the ground and slowly opened his eyes wide.

For some reason, he could hear a trace of exhaustion in this person's voice.

But even for the exhausted wolf king, lifting his paws can make people irreparable.Chu Yan knew that the most important thing he should do now was to retreat wisely and forget everything he saw and heard here, as if nothing had happened.

But when he realized it, he couldn't help but speak.

"Zen, Zen Lord."

The man was a little impatient, "What's the matter?"

"Brother, disciple, don't you use it anymore?"

Chu Yan stuttered and asked.

"Didn't I just say that?"

With a swish, there was a sword mark on the floor tile in front of him.

Chu Yan took a step back abruptly, his heart beating wildly.

In the next moment, there was a ding, and the string tied around his neck was cut neatly, and the key to the iron door rolled to the ground.

Chu Yan looked at the key on the ground, his heart was completely cold.

The key was swept up by the wind and fell into the hands of the man by the pool.

The man held the key, turned around, and said, "Go away."

Chu Yan looked at that figure's back, and got up from the ground rustlingly.His brain was blank, and he didn't feel anything in his heart. He didn't know if he was numb.

All he knew was that there was no room for change, and he would never be able to come here again.

He stays any longer, unless he wants to die.

Chu Yan turned around mechanically, and walked towards the iron gate with heavy steps.

His dream lasted for two months and it ended.

This is nothing, this is the reality, he is powerless and unwilling to resist.

Dreaming back at midnight, Chu Yan had imagined countless times what he would be like if he hadn't seen the next scene that day.

It's hard to imagine, but at least he won't become the elder of the monastery, and he won't be what he is now.

Standing in the long river of memory, Chu Yan watched his 13-year-old self walk out of the dark room step by step, pushed open the iron door, turned around and wanted to close the door again.

But the next moment, the boy holding the door froze.

There was a flash of fire in the darkness, at the moment of turning around.

From the corner of Chu Yan's eyes, he saw that the man standing by the pool stretched out his hand to the fire on the ground.

　don't come here

　　
　
(End of this chapter)