The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The scrolls are lit up again, it is a morning of rain and rain, sitting in the Zen room with guilty sins, hand-picked Xingyue Bodhi beads, muttering the Buddhist scriptures in the mouth. Suddenly there was a flash of light at the door. He didn't look back. He just fell a wooden fish and sighed: "Wake up?"

The ink burned back and saw that Chu Ning stood outside the door, and Qing Jun’s figure seemed to melt into the thin sky.

"Why should the Master save me?"

"No sad temple, see no blood."

"..."

"You have been self-certifying, and I understand what you mean. You go down the mountain yourself. From now on, you have to come back."

Chu nightning did not go to get any luggage, he looked at the familiar back in the sacred candle, and said: "Master."

Master.

Then what to say? Don't you ever? Thank you, Da En?

The gauze on the chest is still bleeding, the knife is pulled out, but the heart is still hurting.

In the last fifteen years of trust, I finally got a sentence of "I want your spiritual core." This is nothing. For fifteen years, he always thought that he was guilty of being guilty, and he would be worried and ruthless. He always thought that this is just as peaceful and stable as Lin'an City and Shang Xiu.

But that's all fake, it is a crime to lie to him.

This is a tens of thousands more times than the nuclear fragmentation.

Chu nightning closed his eyes. In the end, he said to him: "Don't go over... Master."

He left his tenderness, trust, and innocence in this solemn temple. It was the thing that had been given to him by sin, and was later taken away with the broken spirit and the blood that rushed.

He turned and walked far.

"I know that he will hate me, even if I follow him down the mountain, the hurdle in his heart is always unable to pass." With guilty guilty, "I let him go, and since then he has lost an injustice in his impression. The image of selfishness and ruthlessness, he did not recognize me again, and I no longer have the identity of his master."

"At that time, his birth was just over, he was fifteen years old. The fifteen years of duckweed, spring, summer, autumn and winter, joys and sorrows, from that day, no longer look back."

I was guilty of sweeping the steps in the courtyard. The leaves turned pale green from the green, and there was no more life on the last branch. It was another year of winter snow.

The monk was wrapped in a thick robe, standing under the eaves, staring at the snow.

His face is still young, but his eyes are full of old age. Like all ordinary people who are drooping, he likes to be in a daze. If he sits for a while, he will unconsciously fall into the shallow.

"I am very old, two hundred years old. The things in my youth have slowly faded in my mind, but I have more and more vividly remembered the years when I was late to me. I sometimes think that my elders are for my son. The concern is whether this feeling... But what kind of elders do I have? I am just a butcher who has no courage."

I am guilty of sin: "The yin in my body is getting thinner and thinner, and atonement is not expected in this life. I don't want to go anywhere, I can't stay in the Temple of Nostalgia all the time, only when the flowers are blooming. The best one to watch, take the ghost world, as usual, trust people to hand over to Chu."

"I have never been a broad-minded person, so I can only do a little bit of things in the end. If I have more, I will not be able to do it well. I will not know right or wrong when I meet the choice. I intend to do this again. Until one day. - In my yard, I suddenly came alone."

It was late at night, and the door was hurriedly screaming.

I was guilty of getting up and opening the door, squatting.

"……It's you?!"

The ink burned behind and immediately saw the man's face.

It is Chu nightning.

Chu Xiaoning looked very anxious and his face was very poor. The strangest thing was that he was wearing a thin summer shirt.

The first reaction of the smoldering was that he gave the jacket to the emigrant who was about to freeze to death, but then he found out that it was not. The dress of Chu’s dress was very correct. He entered the bedroom with the permission of guilt. The trapped beast that was forced to the ruin was given a sinful curse.

I was guilty of guilty words in the throat, and finally only asked: "What are you...?"

"My mana can't support it for too long, and I can't explain it to the master one by one." Chu Yuening's speed is very urgent. "This incense burner is very important. I really don't know who to give it. This world is too much unknown. I I don't know what the next 'he' will be, I don't know who will survive, I can protect this secret, so I can only disturb you."

"...What are you talking about? Are you sick?"

There was no reaction to the crime, but the ink standing next to it burned his head and slammed, and it was dark! He suddenly realized that there was something wrong with "Chu Ningning".

Ear hole! !

This Chu Xinning has a pierced ear on his left ear, wearing a tiny scarlet earring, like a small cinnabar.

It’s just a tiny detail, but it makes the ink burn like a thunder, and can’t speak again.

This is not a late night of Ning... or, this is not the earthly night of this world!

He... He came from a previous life, from the era of Emperor Xiandi, otherwise he would never have this mark. The ink burns clearly remembers this earring, which is made by the blood of his own, and the attachment of the curse will make Chu Xinning more sensitive to his own touch and aggression.

Never wrong! !

He can even clearly recall what he was full of at the time, made this nail, and then, when he was so guilty, he glared at his left ear and felt under his body. The man trembled and released, while screaming at the night of Chu, he could not help but pierce his earlobe with a needle.

Chu Xiaoning was sulking, squinting at the bedding, but could not get rid of the man who was on his body.

"Is it painful?"

He glared at the blood of his ear, and his eyes flashed.

“Is it pain or irritation?”

The ear pin plunges in and breaks the soft flesh, just like another degree of conquest for this person. It is always painful for a foreign body to **** into the flesh, no matter what it is.

Seeing that the night of the night, Chu Ning was sore and trembled, the ink burned and felt more and more hot and excited. He rubbed the chin of Chu’s late night, and he came over and kissed himself on the hot and wet side, while breathing:

"Wear a earring, why are you shaking?"

He knows what he wants, and uses his hand to force the needle to violently break the earlobe, without any pity, fierce and rough.

"You see, it pierces you." He stroked the earrings that Ningxin put on the night, and he muttered, "Go in."

"..."

"It's in your flesh and blood, and you are my person ever since."

——Chu Ningning of the previous life, has come to the world of this life.

This cognition made the ink burned and stunned. His scalp was numb, his eyes were dim, and he felt that he couldn’t even breathe. He looked at everything in front of him, what is going on?

He tried hard to concentrate and listened to the dialogue between Chu and Ning and the crime of sin, but this stimulus is too big. He has no way to return to God immediately. He only vaguely knows what happened to Chu Ningning and his guilt, from time to time. The ground drifted into the "time and space life and death" "destruction ban" "can not stop" these broken words.

He saw the sinful sitting on the chair, his face sallow and his eyes tightened.

“How do you prove that what you said is true?”

"... can't prove it." In the end, the ink ignited Chu Zhongning said, "I can only ask the master to believe me."

"...this is ridiculous. You said that you came from another world through the door of life and death. In that world, there is one called tread... step..."

"Take the fairy."

"There is a stepping fairy, destroying the earth and destroying the earth, almost subverting the entire realm of truth, you found his secret, so I tried to open the door to life and death, come to this world? In order to rewrite everything?"

"It’s not rewriting, it’s blocking. If you go on like this, they will sooner or later grasp the spell of life and death. It’s not just our world that ends.” Chu’s night was settled, his eyes reflected the candlelight. No one can escape."

"It’s ridiculous." muttered in guilty. "How could it be... this is simply... nonsense..."

From time to time, Chu Jingning was watching the water leak in front of the sin. He was screaming at the hour, and his eyes gradually gathered into anxiety: "Even if the master does not believe it at the moment, he will understand it later. Before that, please only seal this incense burner. In the cave of the Dragon Blood Mountain, I set the most crucial spell in the incense burner, let it slowly evaporate inside, the master does not care about it. The only thing to do is..."

Looking up at the crime, almost watching a madman, a dreamlike look, watching Chu nightning.

"The only thing to do is not to let anyone approach the Dragon Blood Cave. Until the master believes what I said, I will find a way to bring the 'I' of the world and the man named Moburn to the Dragon Blood Mountain. - The latter thing, the spells in the incense burner are already arranged, no need to worry."

I was guilty of sinfulness and moved my mouth. I seemed to want to say something, but this was a screaming whistle.

This kind of whistle sounds exactly the same as when the stepping fairy disappears.

Chu Xiaoning heard this movement, his face became paler, and he almost stared at the eyes of guilty: "Please, except you, no one in this world can help me, and there are no other people who can entrust." ”

Hearing the two words, he was guilty of sin.

In his scorpion, it seems that there is a turbidity and vicissitudes of the old man.

Finally he took the incense burner and nodded slightly.

The whistle is sharper. Chu night Ning looked back at the night outside the window, and then said to the guilty: "Please master must keep the Dragon Blood Cave, and if there is a step in the world, or... as I said, there is a ghost When the world breaks, the situation is bound to change. At that time, the master should be convinced that what I said today is not false."

The whistle screamed and almost tore the eardrum.

Chu nightning turned and ran into the night, and finally only had a deep look at the guilty look. He originally wanted to be a teacher, and he could hold it in half and he stopped. He closed his eyes and looked at him.

At that moment, I didn’t know where the courage came from, and stood up, shouting at Chu’s late night: “You...you know what I have done? I didn’t do the same thing for you in that world. ?? You won’t believe me again!"

Chu nightning just shook his head, his face was blurred in the night.

"Master..." His figure is getting farther and farther. "I don't have time... Please, think about it..."

"No matter what method you can use, this matter is too important. Please be sure to persuade me to listen to you and let me come to Longxue Mountain with him."

He finally disappeared.

The night is dim and the stars are permeable.

I was chased out of the yard, only to see that the farthing was more heavy than the night, and Chu Ning had disappeared. Only the incense burner in his hand was still full of spiritual power, and he was firmly gripped by him. In the palm of my hand, I have confirmed that this is not a dream I have made.

The scene in front of the smoldering eyes swayed violently. The scene of a pile that I saw before was like an avalanche, scattered bricks and broken tiles.

"He said that no matter what method can be used, but what can be done?" sighed with sighs. "He has no longer trusted me, and has avoided me. Besides, I have reservations in my heart, I am not sure about it." Is it a conspiracy?"

"Until the butterfly was cracked and the night passed away, I decided to rehabilitate him and repair the book with him."

"That letter, I have been thinking about it, because I don't know how many people behind the scenes have a lot of magical powers, so I dare not tell the truth in the letter. I really have no other excuse to find him. What's more, he has strong mana, and he is also a dead-hearted jade. I have no choice but to take him away. Finally, I think that he has not completely repaired his spiritual core in the past few years. It is probably very inconvenient. I took this as a reason and asked him to come to Longxue Mountain."

"But I lied to him for fourteen years. So no matter how eloquent my words are, he still does not want to believe me..."

A sigh of sigh, the sound is almost stunned.

"I have been waiting. Just like when I was imprisoned on the mountain nearly 20 years ago, I came to him every day, looking forward to seeing him change. Later, I went to Longxue Mountain every day to find him, I hope he can come back. ”

"If he can give me another chance, that would be great."

The old voice of the old man is like a broken paper, drifting away: "My time is not much, I know that I can't wait too long. So in the end, I made this scroll. In this, I have all kinds of Thinking about it, after a few changes, I put in a little bit of memories that I didn't want to put in. But I am a coward, this scroll, I don't really want him to see me when I am alive... I can't stand his sad eyes. When he was fourteen years old, that kind of look, I already saw enough."

"So, late Ning..." He sighed softly, as if he had fallen down. "When you get here, I... should have been gone."

"I am still very selfish. In order not to see you hate me, I will dare to hand over all the truth to you before leaving, and give it to the child you said. I am sorry, that year, It’s Master’s fault. You are a living person, always.”

He was stunned for a long while, and he was hoarse. He said the last sentence left in the world.

"Chu Gongzi, can you forgive me?"

A singer, I don’t know if it’s the Tao and the late Qing Dynasty, or the Tao and the hundred years ago.

After the sound is over, the wind is raging, and countless pieces of memory are like snow, just like flying, and they are rushing past. Those two hundred years of sin and punishment, fourteen years of joy and sorrow, are all at the moment -

The child is laughing: "You are right, I am right, what is blooming in the water? The lotus is blooming in the water."

The teenager is fighting: "I don't know how to spend people, why do you have to do it yourself. This fairy, no repair."

In the end, Feng Feng fell: "Don't go over... Master."

All of this overlapped and overlapped, such as the flashing lights, when the light was the brightest, the back of the sinful eyes appeared in front of the ink, and before the case, the last stroke was carved for the gods.

The night bell rings.

"Just call you, Chu night, stop."

After the sound, Hongbo surged, and the ink burned in this mad-like memory. Then he was suddenly pushed out of the reel scroll and fell on the gravel ground in front of the Dragon Blood Cave.

The time inside and outside the scrolls has been different. At this moment, the world is worth dusk. There is a magnificent red sky between the heavens and the earth. The sunset is peaceful. The ink burned down, as if he had returned to the night many years ago, and he was guilty of sin in the wood. From then on, there was a child named Chu Yuning.

He lay on the ground and his eyes were out of focus.

"Shi Zun...night Ning..."

He finally knew why he was so strong and strong at that time. Why did he cry in his arms and he finally knew it.

Just knowing that the price is too big, it is like a thousand knives.

Is it his fault?

It was the fault of the predecessor of the emperor, and the late Qing Dynasty was trying to stop him from chaos.

Chu Lingning’s spiritual core was dug.

An uncle who saved his life before the temple.

Not a person... is the spirit of the gods...

Every hit is like a brick and stone fall. Only one truth can make people's bones and bones broken, and the flesh and blood is blurred, let alone so many pieces pile up.

There was a moment of smoldering, and I felt that I was lying on the ground, and the bones of my body seemed to be broken, and I could not do anything else.

It’s all messed up.

He turned his eyes and saw Chu Jingning, who was sitting on the side and closed his eyes. He suddenly had regrets and gathered into bones. He loved to gather into meat, and pain became blood. Want to protect this person's desire, let him struggle from the extreme difficulties and stunned, get out of the mud.

He slowly stood up and walked to the night of Chu.

Chu night Ning opened his eyes and looked at him.

Two people, no one spoke first.

In the end, the ink burned over and hugged him: "Master, **** wood, people, as long as you still want me..." He is still holding back, but he still choked, "I have been..."

How are you?

Standing next to him?

He is not worthy.

So he finally inferior and painfully said: "I will always be, standing in front of you."

I can't accompany you, I can't deserve you, I am so mean and dirty, destroying the earth, but you are white.

I can't stand by your side, late Ning.

Let me stand in front of you, blocking the blood and the sharp knife for you.

Until the day of death.