Chapter 50 Unexpectedly, he still chose to continue the impermanence

Song Futan's writing more expresses his infatuation, but now, it is a more secret voice, his struggle under misunderstanding, and his confession.

Lan He was stunned after hearing this. All he thought of was that they met before, on the side of the road, in the temple, in the dark, before dawn. In his opinion, he didn't know the other party's name and identity, but in Song Futan, it was a different person. Lu, what kind of mood have you always held.

"So, the soul dwelling in this body is not a human world, and the white clouds and green mountains are not all illegal. All I see is you..." Song Futan's cold voice was a little hoarse, "I want to ask you, can you be with me? "

Even if the soul is not separated from the soul, the soul still in the body is not like the human world. It is said that there are no signs of Buddhas falling, and they cannot be declared. The master said that he couldn't do it outside his heart, but at that time, everything he saw was only related to Lan He.

Lan He only felt that he was enveloped by his soft words like spring. If it weren't for the superposition of every heartbeat, how could he feel that the world was suddenly narrow, the heartbeat became extremely loud, and his eyes became wet.

He had never felt this way before, maybe he took a step to understand what it meant, but after knowing it, his heart was both moved and full of the urge to respond.

Lan He also took a step forward and almost walked into Song Futan's arms. Song Futan hugged him just like when facing Hu Si's attack, only tighter. Song Futan's heart was full. For him who grew up surrounded by evil spirits, he had never felt so lucky.

Lan He's ears were red again, and she was a little embarrassed: "Yes, yes."

Song Futan lowered her head and said in his ear: "Can you be sure? The shadows are too big, and I don't feel safe."

"I mean, yes!" Lan He raised her head and smiled, her warm brown eyes curled up, because the scarf only showed one pair of eyes, which was the most impressive look of Song Futan.

Song Futan raised his hand and pressed down his scarf a little, revealing a sweet pear vortex, he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing Lan He.

He described Xiaolai smiling, and when he wrote his lips, he used the adjective he thought was the most appropriate and cute, but when he touched it, he felt that his description was not accurate enough.

Lan He's eyes widened for a moment, and he stared blankly to see if there was anyone beside him.

Song Futan couldn't help but kiss him lightly. Seeing him like this, he was very cute. He just wanted to push him against the door of the car. This time, he kissed him hard, and his figure could almost cover Lan He. .

"Well..." Lan He only felt that Song Futan was going to swallow him, but she couldn't bear to refuse, she raised her hand and put the scarf up again, blocking the faces of the two.

After a long while, Song Futan let go of Lan He, kissed his hair, looked down, and met the two pairs of round eyes in the open backpack.

fox:"……"

hedgehog:"……"

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He was still out of breath, and buried her head in embarrassment for a while before she raised her face and saw Song Futan staring at her... behind her?

Damn, Lan He just remembered something and looked back.

Lan He: "…………"

What a front row crowd! Lan He reluctantly pressed down the fox's head and zipped up the backpack. The occupancy rate of their community is high, and people from get off work occasionally come back at this time, but the night is too dark, and no one cares about the hugging young couples or good friends.

WeChat suddenly rang, causing Lan He to be shocked. It was Teacher Long who woke up at night. Seeing that he hadn't come back, he asked him if he was resting at Xiao Song's house.

"You go back to rest first." Song Futan took the initiative, "There is no work schedule tomorrow, I will pick you up and go to Juehui Temple together."

"Ah? Not good?" Lan He hesitated, how to go to the temple for a date.

Song Futan was stunned for a moment before he understood what he was thinking. He couldn't help but touched his cool earlobe and kissed it, as if he wanted to touch and kiss any small place. Arranged his scarf, "No, I'm going to talk about Nanyun Temple. I have something else to tell you... Have a good rest today."

Lan He: "...Oh."

Song Futan's hand slid down and looked at him intently: "Go."

Lan He took two steps away, then turned around and said loudly, "Actually, if you die—"

The overtime dog passing by heard something dead, and with a jolt, looked over.

Lan He was covered tightly in a coat and scarf, and even if he found someone watching, he continued to shout arrogantly, "...I can't go to the underworld!"

First grab the person to Dongyue Yinsi!

The overtime dog was stunned, and kept looking at them while walking: I'm going, the cursed person can't be reincarnated, what a grudge, is there going to be a fight?

Not only did they not fight, Song Futan laughed, understanding what Lan He meant.

Lan He was relieved after shouting, waved his hand and ran into the community.

...

Lan He tiptoed back, her mood still not calmed down, she sent a WeChat message to Song Futan: I've arrived home, you can go back.

For some reason, he felt that Song Futan was still at the gate of the community.

Sure enough, Song Futan returned after a while: Okay.

After a while - Song Futan didn't collect any expressions and was searching, so ten seconds later, she sent a kissing cheese cat.

Lan He couldn't help laughing. When he thought of Song Futan's cat emoji, he thought it was funny and cute.

He sat on the floor, opened his backpack, poured out the fox and hedgehog, went to get warm water, gauze, iodine, and wrapped them. In fact, this may not work without their own recovery ability, but Lan He cleans the wound, feels comfortable, and looks cleaner.

Hu Qijiu was severely injured, so let's start with her.

Hu Qijiu: "I want the God of Fortune Tower."

This is what Lan He promised her. After catching Hu Si, he will pick her up as a writer too, so Lan He nodded.

Hu Qijiujiu: "We must stand tall in the God of Wealth Tower."

While wrapping her claws, Lan He said, "No, this is for rent, and you can't decorate it yourself." That kind of thing can only be customized by a carpenter. Such a big Fortune Building obviously doesn't meet the rental contract.

Hu Qijiu pouted: "Can I pretend to be one, I don't feel safe, po"

Lan He: "..."

Lan He: "I'll buy you a three-story fox villa."

Only then did Hu Qijiu stop imitating Song Futan's shameless behavior. Although he didn't stand up to the sky, the third layer was not bad, one more layer than the hedgehog!

"It hurts, hiss..." Hu Qijiu was seriously injured, and her injuries were about to be mummified, but she quickly said after exhaling, "Buy it now, hurry up, hurry. "

Lan He took out his mobile phone, quickly searched and purchased, and then covered the words "Cat Villa" in the baby's details with his fingers, and showed Hu Qijiu: "Well, I've bought it."

Only then did Hu Qijiu feel at ease: "Ah, happiness, bo-"

Lan He: "..."

Hu Qijiu relied on this trick to ask Lan He to feed himself water and dumplings, and enjoyed the treatment of Grandma Hu Xian for about ten minutes, until Lan He was full of black lines and grabbed half of her tail, and then it stopped.

"Do you still want this thorn?" Lan He asked Bai Wu.

He was talking about the thorn that Bai Wu pulled out. It was long and sharp. It was not easy. It also broke Hu Si's defense. It was the sharpest thorn on Bai Wu's body.

"It's better to stay and use it as your weapon in the future. It looks like an Emei thorn." Lan He said, "You can still use it in future fights."

Bai Wu panicked: "...are you still fighting?"

This time, he mustered up his courage and rushed forward.

"Haha, I don't mean to fight, I mean what if? If someone bullies you, you can also use it to stab her." Lan He said.

Hu Qijiu: "What are you looking at me for??"

"Okay." Bai Wu reluctantly said, he turned into a human form, climbed a few steps forward, reached out to catch the stab, but fluttered in the air, fell to the ground, triggered the wound on his back, and screamed. .

Lan He sitting on the spot: "..."

Lan He took a look, this guy, the glasses are missing, Bai Xian is inconvenient, he is highly short-sighted, "Hu Qijiu stole your glasses again? You should pierce her, anyway, she can't move now. "

Hu Qijiu, who was wrapped into a fox mummy: "..."

Bai Wu: "Ugh... It was crushed when Hu Si beat him... I have to buy a new pair."

He groped and put away the thorns. To be a fixed weapon, it still had to be refined and maintained. Back then, he stole the glasses from the optical shop. Of course, before he left, he left his fortune and couldn't owe it to humans.

"How many degrees, let me help you buy a pair online." Lan He said.

"Cub, are you back?" Suddenly hearing Teacher Long's voice, Lan He immediately shut up and opened the door, "Well, back."

"Oh, is it just you? I heard you as if you were talking." Teacher Long said.

"...Just me." Lan He said.

Teacher Long looked around, half worried, "That's good, I'm always used to it, I'm afraid you're talking to something."

Lan He was silent. When he was a child, he didn't quite understand the concept of ghosts. Sometimes he would talk to ghosts, and the elders in the family were very worried. So he often went to his grandfather's house to learn how to deal with it properly. But because he could not only see a ghost, but also learned to make paper clothes with his grandfather, mother was a little afraid that he would go this way, but was glad he didn't.

In the end, Lan He still ate the underworld meal part-time.

However, it won't be long before Lan He and Lao Bai agreed on the time, and the matter in the capital city is about to be settled, so Lan He did not tell Teacher Long about these matters, but comforted: "Don't worry, I am just with friends. Send WeChat."

"Is it Xiao Song? I see that he is quite enthusiastic towards you." After Mr. Long finished speaking, he yawned and went back to the guest bedroom to sleep, leaving Lan He a little guilty, not sure what she meant.

Early the next morning, Song Futan came to pick up Lan He and went downstairs to send him a WeChat message.

"Mr. Long, I'm going out. If you are bored at home, go to the attractions." Lan He was afraid that Yiping would be frightened by Teacher Long when she was injured, so she brought them along.

Teacher Long: "Let's go to play with Xiao Song again. Xiao Song is really good. He has a good job and has free time. He has a lot of reading when he sees it. He is also polite. I like it."

Lan He: "..."

Feeling guilty again, especially Teacher Long, who is used to class and always speaks in the teacher's tone, as if he was beaten by the head teacher in his puppy love, "Mmmm... I'm leaving."

After going out, Lan He looked at the next room, the door was closed, and there was no movement at all.

He couldn't see through the wall either, so he just thought about it. Last night, Ying Shao and Gu Erzhen sent Yu's father to Yu's house together, and he didn't know if he would come back now.

Don't care, look back and be scared... No, find him, and share some of the ashes from the golden top.

Today, in addition to the scarf, Lan He also put on a mask and plain glasses. Many people went to Juehui Temple to pray for blessings during the new year. "Chasing" is still being shown, so be careful.

As soon as Lan He and Song Futan met, their eyes couldn't help but smile. After all, the relationship was confirmed last night. Today's meeting was different from the past, a little green and sweet.

However, considering the family immortal in the backpack, Lan He is not too much. "Today I'm going to talk about Nanyun Temple, so do I need to leave the soul?"

"……Um."

"So what's the situation over there, what to get in exchange, isn't Nanyun Temple very rich?" Lan He asked casually, but saw Song Futan being silent, feeling strange, "What's the matter, what are they getting in exchange? What do you need to donate the treasure of the temple?"

Song Futan: "It is impossible for Nanyun Temple to donate the treasure of the temple, but it was not negotiated before."

Then why did you say that last night... Lan He is not stupid, his eyes fell on Song Futan, and suddenly thought of something, "Could it be!"

Just as Song Futan was about to speak, Lan He said in shock, "Could it be that they want to train you to become the abbot of Nanyun Temple in exchange!!"

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He knew that Song Futan had a special physique, so even if he didn't go home, the Master would always look up to him. After thinking deeply, he knew that Xiao Song was very suitable to be a monk. He didn't want to. Class events don't like it.

I heard that the abbot of Nanyun Temple is a bit controversial. What can it be if it is not for nothing? Why should an abbot be given to an abbot for such an important treasure of the temple?

"It's not what you think..." Song Futan was still driving, almost driving crooked, and said speechlessly, "Let's talk when we get there."

"Oh..." Lan He thought to himself, if he were a monk, Song Futan would have confessed to him last night.

In Juehui Temple, Song Futan drove the car directly to the resting area of ​​monks, which is forbidden to tourists. Lan Heli left the soul and entered the meditation room with him. He saw Master Fufu sitting at the table, and the opposite was still sitting upright. Miss Hu, she smiled when she saw Lan He.

Lan He took a handful of incense with him and quickly took it out.

The unmoved mage Qing Lingling glanced at Lan He, smiled lightly, and said, "In such a cold weather, why should I leave the soul and come in."

Lan He: "...!"

How did the old monk know that, although Mrs. Hu knew that Lan He was impermanent, she was a little surprised to see her expression. Song Futan definitely didn't tell the old monk that he was impermanent, and he would definitely talk to him before.

Moreover, Song Futan was even puzzled in his heart, when did Master Fufu realize that Lan He was impermanent?

Without the look of the master, Lan He even felt that the mask was worn in vain...

"The Master is amazing." But Lan He didn't want to go and take his body anymore, he was eager to know about Nanyun Temple, "Can you talk about the central town now? Do you want to use Song Futan's rosary in exchange for it? The treasure of Nanyun Temple, I disagree."

After he knew that he was not the host, he thought about it again, and then thought that it could only be related to the rosary. But giving rosary beads is worse than being a monk.

"It's really related to the rosary..." Song Futan confirmed the direction of his guess. "But it's not changing. Although this rosary was left by the patriarch of this sect, Nanyun Temple is unwilling to exchange it. It's just that I can take the rosary apart. The golden lotus bears the cloud instead of the golden mouse, and the bridge and the water are set up as the town property. And the Nanyun Temple lent me the magic sword in the treasure of the temple, and I will return it in the future."

Zen Buddhism has five sects and five sects. Among them, there are branches under Linji sect. Juehui Temple and Nanyun Temple are from the same sect, and the rosary of Song Futan was originally left by the ancestors of this sect.

Lan He calmed down a bit, and this makes sense. Lotus is obviously more compatible with bridge and water, but he still thought of something wrong and said, "There must be a difference between the magic sword and the back cloud, otherwise you are so serious. What are you doing with the appearance, is the effect of the magic sword not as good as that of Beiyun?"

Back cloud is back fish, one thing and two kinds of names, referring to an important part of the rosary. There is a through hole, also called the hole in the sky, which is connected to the Buddha head where the rosary string is gathered, and then it can be linked to hang. decoration.

In general, the back cloud is to fall behind you, which can balance the weight of the rosary, and also because it represents the rebirth of one element, the rebirth must be in the yang, and the back is the yang.

Back clouds can take many forms. Song Futan's one is in the shape of a golden lotus, which he briefly took down to protect No. 001. But doing that is a bit risky. If the rosary is a whole, it will have a complete effect. It is not the case if it is removed for a long time.

This rosary was left by an eminent monk, and it is in line with Song Futan's physique. It can even be said that when wearing it, it is not only protecting him, but also nourishing this magic weapon by his body, which is the most suitable.

"I'm not saying it's not as good, but..." Miss Hu said helplessly, "The sword is a sharp weapon, it is used for attacking, and the back cloud is to protect the body. That is to say, if you change the sword, it may be easier to leave the soul and encounter evil spirits. You can't be too passive, there must be danger in the fight."

So it's not that it's not as good, it's just that it's not that suitable.

At the beginning, this plan didn't work, not because the golden mouse was found, but because it was impossible for Nanyun Temple to bury the treasure of the temple, and even if it was filled with cement in a short period of time, it was impossible to agree. Instead, he proposed this plan, where he could lend a magical instrument to the sick red lotus, but this would have an impact on Song Futan, so it didn't work.

Now, Song Futan voluntarily agreed.

Lan He knew what was going on and didn't know what to say for a while. The rosary must be more suitable for Song Futan than the sword, but now...

Song Futan said: "I know you will agree with me."

Lan He murmured: "In this way, for the entire capital, this is the only way..."

——Actually, shouldn't say yes. Lan He can think of why Song Futan, who has always hated the underworld world, suddenly changed his mind and agreed to this plan. Just like Song Futan also chose to go to the Chenghuang Temple together, it has something to do with him, because he is running for this matter and cares.

Lan He was silent for a while: "Okay, I agree."

When the people present saw what he said, they neatly removed the hook on one end of the hook on the right hand, one end was still wrapped around their wrist, and the other end was wrapped around Song Futan's hand, "Then I will lead you If you leave the soul, pull me out together, and you have to hit me first!"

Song Futan: "..."

He looked at his chained hand, moved and helpless.

Even the Fufu Mage laughed, and his eyes were full of admiration, "Okay, I really want to introduce impermanence as my confidant."

Miss Hu slapped the table and performed a solid salute: "The two of you are really righteous, I admire it, it's locked!"

Lan He: "...?"

He waited for a while to find out that Miss Hu might have no other connotations, just simply saying that they were locked together.

Alas, blame him for being in the entertainment industry, he knows too much.

Miss Hu's eyes wandered and she thought of something, "So, the agreement between you and Lao Bai is about to fail."

Otherwise, what can do with this soul-sucking cable.

"If you fail, you will fail." Lan He also felt a little emotional in his heart. It was really destiny, and he couldn't help it. Unexpectedly, he still chose to continue to be impermanent.

Miss Hu smiled and held out a jar: "Actually, apart from you, Mr. Song donated the lotus and back clouds, and I will not sit idly by in the future - this is the golden ashes promised before, and it has its own magical effect. "

Lan He took the ashes, but Master Fu Fu handed the stick at hand to Lan He: "Miss Hu is right, but for the construction of the Zhenwu Bridge, I have to be present to recite the scriptures, this is what I carry with me. I will give it to you.”

"Ah?" Lan He was a little stunned and took the stick. He had also seen Master Fudo beat his disciples with this, so it made sense to think about it. He said in his heart that he didn't return the gift, and ran out to touch the pocket of his body. He only found a signed photo in his coat. It was a missed fish for others, and he came back and handed it to Master Fufu, "Then this Send it to you, this is me..."

It's all like this, and he can't hide his identity from the mage and Mrs. Hu.

Master Fufu held his autographed photo with Zhang Xunchun's image on it. He nodded and praised: "Well, very handsome."

Song Futan: "..."

He was very dignified just now, and now he is about to be confused by Xiaolai and the mage.

Miss Hu knew Lan He's true identity, giggled twice, raised her eyebrows at him, and teased: "Linji is famous all over the world, you have to use this thing carefully, pay attention to being the impermanence of Dongyue Yin Si, don't If you hit yourself, you will become a Buddha.”

Lan He: "..."

...Don't scare him, he is really afraid, Song Futan didn't act as the host, but he converted?

This matter was over, Lan He only asked the big girl Hu again, "The central town will be in place soon, have you cleaned up Hu Si?"

Speaking of her, Miss Hu didn't look very good, "I wanted to sacrifice to the furnace last night, but I found that Hu Si was missing a soul."

All living things have three souls and six souls, and Hu Si is missing one soul, so where could he go?

Lan He thought about it, and was a little worried: "Is it related to her being able to destroy the golden mouse?" This is always a question, how exactly did Hu Si do it.

"I don't know, her mouth is tight enough that she can't tear it apart. However, one soul is useless, not to mention that the inner alchemy has been destroyed." Miss Hu said coldly, "So I sacrificed her body to the furnace, and the rest of the soul Sealed in the incense road, anyone who goes up the mountain in the future can step on it."

"Amitabha." Master Fudo silently recited the Buddha's name.

Lan He's heart was that Song Futan's rosary was about to be removed, and she was not in the mood to think about other things. After a few words of concern, she and Song Futan said goodbye.

After the two of them went out, Mrs. Hu took a slow step. Jumping out of the window, she held onto the window frame and said to Master Fufu: "Seriously, what do you mean by giving this stick to Xiaolai? Although this is a good tool, he is a member of the Yin Division of Dongyue, how can he Use your drinking stick."

Master Fufu smiled lightly and said, "Why can't I use it, I have a saying in Buddhism, what is good is the bone of the immortal, and passion is the heart of Buddha. Who says impermanence has no Buddha's heart?"

When monks practice, they cut off their love and love, but they have love for all sentient beings. Possessing a compassionate heart for all things, no matter what status, is the Buddha's heart and the Bodhisattva's behavior. What's more, the indifferent and sick Red Lotus, obviously under the influence of impermanence, made this choice, and has since held the sword.

Hu Da girl smiled, love is the Buddha's heart...

...

After Lan He returned to his body, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at Song Futan again. Sure enough, there was a red mark on each of them, which was exactly the form of the soul-hungry cord in the world.

At this time, he said blankly: "Is it too impulsive just now..."

Song Futan almost changed his face and was quite nervous, "What do you mean?"

Why are you still regretting it? !

Lan He: "I mean, the chain should be tied later. The impermanence chain can be extended, but it is not infinite. We probably can't be too far apart in the future. I'm afraid, one of us is afraid that he will move. already."

Only then did Song Futan know that he was talking about this, and he was even quite happy: "Well."

In the meditation room just now, Hu Qijiu had always been afraid of Miss Hu and didn't dare to show her face, and now he got out of his backpack and looked at their hands, "A soul hook?"

Lan He: "Yeah."

Song Futan's hand was placed with his, with two red marks in one place. Song Futan can't do plug-ins anymore, but they can fight monsters together. The two looked at each other, feeling slightly agitated.

Hu Qijiu said quietly: "I'm a little puzzled, how can anyone still play with the soul-hungry cord?"

Lan He: "..."

Song Futan: "..."

The author has something to say: Miss Hu: This pair is locked! ! The key monk swallowed! !

Lao Bai: Continue to walk impermanence? This dutiful son is ecstatic!