The Silent Watcher of Tianji Temple Chapter 2

In the dream, he was holding a knife with a curved blade and a ferocious tip, but with the thickest and most solemn red cloud-thunder pattern.

The blade was stained with blood, which was dripping down.

Soon it formed a pool at my feet.

In front of him lay the still-warm bodies of a man and a woman, one handsome and the other beautiful, like a couple from heaven. But the terror of death had ruined these two comforting faces...

Time froze at the end of their lives.

Until their death, they would never believe that the only son whom they thought was "kind" and "unfit to be a demon leader" would be more cruel than their favorite disciple, and even raised the butcher knife against them.

Took a step back.

He seemed a little scared in the dream.

He immediately wanted to throw away the murderous knife in his hand, but as soon as the hands were raised, the bodies of the man and woman in front of him disappeared, and were replaced by a young boy.

And he was handing him the knife.

The young man looked at him with a gaze mixed with love and hate, like a lost prisoner who could not get out of his predicament, like a young wild beast.

Then, he took the knife with trembling hands...

Yes.

The knife he used to kill his father and mother was later given to the young Kai Pei. He himself used the Chuihong Sword instead to practice the ** Divine Art.

Ten years.

It turns out that so much time has passed...

The dreamer is unaware that he is in a dream.

So, after confirming that he was dreaming, Zane Shen woke up. All his senses returned to him at this moment.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

There was the sound of pounding a pestle coming from nearby, mixed with a little whistling wind and occasional slight "beeping" sounds, which was the sound of charcoal burning in the stove.

He suddenly felt a little dazed.

He opened his eyes, but perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long and was physically weak, a layer of cloud covered his vision, making it a little blurry.

It felt like a thousand broken knives were stuck in my throat.

pain.

Hoarse from pain.

Even though he tried hard to make a sound, the words that came out of his throat were incomplete, just a little silent cry.

He didn't die, but the situation couldn't be any worse.

He couldn't even feel any strength in his body. He only felt pain from the wounds on his shoulders and abdomen, and a feeling of soreness in his meridians.

There is no internal strength left.

Seriously injured.

At the mercy of others.

These two words suddenly popped up in Zane Shen's calm and rational mind, and then he understood the situation he was in: all his subconscious efforts to stand up and be on guard were in vain!

Then his tense body relaxed at once and he lay back down.

At this time, the scene in front of me finally became much clearer.

It was a thatched hut with walls made of straight bamboos that looked old and yellowed. The ground was covered with clean wooden boards. Under him was what should be a Luohan bed, placed in the corner of the hut, so he could see the situation inside the room at a glance.

There is a stove next to the bed.

There was a small pot on the stove, with a bowl of white porridge warming in it; the charcoal fire was burning brightly, illuminating the room which was originally a little dim under the oil lamp.

It was already night, and the north wind was knocking against the closed windows, making it impossible to see what was outside.

There was a simple wooden desk under the window, which was obviously the place for writing and painting, but at this moment, it was filled with bottles, jars and fresh herbs.

A figure appeared in front of the desk.

He was tall and thin, wearing a very ordinary moon-white monk's robe.

He turned out to be a famous monk.

Viewed from behind, his back was very tall and straight; the profile of his face was somewhere between elegant and refined, outlined by the flickering oil lamp on the table, adding a touch of worldly color; with his head lowered, he was looking very focused.

He is pounding medicine.

He held the short wooden pestle in his hand, controlling the appropriate force and bringing it down again and again. The "thump thump" sound of the pestle that Zane Shen had heard earlier came from here.

There was a bit of bitter medicine in the air, and...

White sandalwood.

It was the same scent he had smelled when he lost consciousness and fainted in front of the Stopping War Monument in Tianji Zen Temple; it was not very strong, but faint, a gentle fragrance that made people feel at ease.

But now it smells a lot more real.

Zane Shen's brows suddenly frowned.

Perhaps it was because he was too focused, or because the whistling wind outside was too loud, but the monk didn't hear the noise he just made at all, and continued to stand in front of the table pounding medicine.

So he raised his fingers with great effort and touched the edge of the bed.

Then he knocked hard.

"Boom, boom..."

Although he said he was using force, Zane Shen didn't have much strength at the moment, so the sound wasn't particularly loud. But compared to his almost silent hoarseness just now, it was much better.

At least the monk heard it.

The sound of pounding medicine suddenly stopped.

The monk turned around and saw Zane Shen lying on the Arhat bed in the corner with his eyes open.

The blood-soaked outer robe had been taken off and replaced with a clean white inner garment; the plain cotton quilt was originally covering him, but perhaps because of the previous movement, it slipped down a little.

Slender neck and prominent collarbone.

You can vaguely see the marks of bandaging on the inner garment, and a little bit of blood can be seen through.

To be fair, Zane Shen has a very good appearance, one of the best there is.

His eyebrows were long, painted in ink and cut with a knife, with a hint of lingering coldness; his eyes were a pair of phoenix eyes, but there was no hint of the alluring aura of a playboy. Instead, they were dark and deep, like a deep well, with no visible bottom.

Straight nose and thin lips, cool and refined.

It is entirely a gift from the Creator.

only---

The temperament emanating from his brows and his entire body is so lonely, so cold, and so sharp.

In addition, with the reputation of being a vicious monster that he has accumulated through the bloody years, there are not many people in this world who have the courage to look him in the eye.

At this moment, this monk can roughly be counted as one.

I don’t know if he didn’t know his identity or didn’t care even if he knew, but when the monk saw him, his eyes were surprisingly peaceful.

It was clearly a very cold day, but Zane Shen could actually see a hint of elegance in his eyes.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he stopped tapping his fingers on the side of the bed.

He didn't say anything.

Because he knew he couldn't make any sound at the moment.

But the strange thing was that the monk didn't say anything. Zane Shenben thought that he would at least say something useless like "You're awake", but he waited for a long time and nothing happened.

After seeing that he woke up, the monk did not show any surprise. He just picked up a white pottery teapot on the corner of the table, poured most of the water into the simple teacup, and brought it over.

When he turned around completely, Zane Shen saw his face clearly.

I was stunned for a moment.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Then he heard the sound of footsteps hitting the floor. It was the sound of normal footsteps, without any of the control and strength that martial artists would have.

At this moment, his constricted pupils relaxed a little.

His vision darkened and the monk was already in front of him.

First he carefully helped him up a little, letting him lean against the hard pillow behind him, and then he handed the teacup to his mouth, as if he was going to feed him water.

Zane Shen felt inexplicably irritated.

He frowned tightly, without opening his mouth, and simply turned his head away. He only struggled to raise his uninjured left arm and took the teacup from the other person's hand.

He lowered his head and slowly took two sips.

Not tea, just plain water.

Warm.

It should have boiled at the beginning and had been on the table for a while, so the temperature was neither too high nor too low, just right.

His dry, cracked lips were moisturized, and his hoarse, painful throat was relieved. Zane Shen finally felt a little better, and finally had the strength to make a sound: "You saved me?"

The monk did not have any special reaction to the rejection of his kindness.

Peaceful and harmonious, without any anger at all.

The person was beside him and did not leave yet. He just sat down on the stool beside the bed, turned over his right hand that was hanging outside, placed his slightly cool fingertips on his wrist, and felt his pulse.

Hearing this question, he just raised his eyelids slightly, looked at him, and nodded slightly.

Still no words.

Zane Shen's brows furrowed even deeper, and he asked, "Where is this?"

The monk smiled at him but did not answer.

...

Is there something wrong with this bald donkey? !

Zane Shen has never been a good-tempered person, not to mention that he has fallen into this situation now. Every word he speaks feels like swallowing a knife, but this monk didn't even say a word in response!

He was a little angry.

"Can't you speak?"

There was a hint of annoyance in these words, and although the voice was extremely hoarse, the spiciness and sarcasm in the tone were not concealed at all.

But the monk still didn't speak.

There was still no trace of anger on his gentle face, and he actually nodded to Zane Shen.

Zane Shen was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect the other party to nod.

this...

Are you a mute?

He felt a little absurd, and then he felt the situation was tricky: the other party was a mute, which meant that the information he could get from him was very limited.

I was speechless for a moment.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again.

Although he didn't feel any guilt at all, he still expressed his non-existent hypocritical apology before asking the question.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that."

There was a hint of wonder in the way the monk looked at him.

Zane Shen felt that this gaze made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't have the ability to read too much from the eyes of a stranger, so he just suppressed the irritation that was rising up and changed the way he asked the question.

"So, this is Tianji Zen Temple?"

This time, the monk nodded.

Zane Shen therefore found it somewhat unbelievable.

He could hear the sound of the wind outside, and the rustling of the bamboo forest swaying in the wind, but other than that, everything was quiet.

Obviously, this is not a Zen room, but more like a place where hermits in the world live.

When he saw the monk, he guessed that he was saved by the monks of Tianji Temple, and countless thoughts immediately popped up in his mind. But when he saw the monk's ordinary white robe and heard his footsteps that were no different from those of ordinary people, all these thoughts disappeared.

Except for his looks, he's just too ordinary.

Even if he belongs to Tianji Zen Temple, you can tell from his age that he cannot be any famous and accomplished monk; and you can tell from his clothes and cultivation that he cannot be a particularly important figure in the temple.

So, thinking all together, Zane Shen felt that it was not Tianji Temple that saved him.

He even felt...

This most transcendent place in the martial arts world, this terrifying behemoth, probably doesn't even know that a monk from his sect saved such a big devil.

interesting.

Zane Shen's mood suddenly became inexplicably good.

He remembered the status of Tianji Temple in the martial arts world, and also remembered the three volumes of Buddhist scriptures hidden in the Thousand Buddha Hall of the temple.

It was the hard work of the Martial Saint Lou Dongwang sixteen years ago. It was said to record his lifelong learning and encompass the essence of martial arts in the world. Its insights were so profound that they were almost perfect.

All the martial arts lovers in the world covet it.

It’s a pity that the Martial Saint committed many sins in his life and finally could not escape his fate. After being ambushed by the woman he loved most, he fled to the Tianji Temple.

Before he died, he was reluctant to destroy these three volumes of martial arts essentials.

So he entrusted it to the current abbot of Tianji Zen Temple, Master Yuanmie, and asked him to seal up the three volumes of martial arts essentials, preferably never to be seen in the world.

Unless one day his descendants are willing to come and take it.

From then on, people called it the "Three Volumes of Buddhist Collection".

It’s just that the descendants of the Martial Saint have never appeared in the martial arts world in the past sixteen years. These three volumes of martial arts essence have been kept in the Thousand Buddha Hall and have never appeared in the world, as if they were guarded by the Thousand Buddhas.

Therefore it is called "Buddha's Treasury".

Over the years, there have been people with evil intentions and martial arts fanatics who have tried to steal.

But none of them succeeded.

Especially in the past two years, Tianji Temple has replaced the new generation of disciples with the name "Shanzai" to guard it. According to legend, no matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, you have to stand when you enter and kneel when you come out.

No one was injured.

But after returning to the martial arts world, when these people were asked about the situation at that time, most of them kept it a secret. Only a few of them, when asked harshly, would sigh with a complicated expression -

Stunning beauty.

Tianji Zen Temple, well done to the wise monk.

This is the only famous person in the martial arts world who makes Zane Shen curious, and he has never had any intersection with him, let alone the chance to fight him.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly.

He was about to ask the mute monk a few more questions. But he didn't expect that the monk had already withdrawn his pulse. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and brought the bowl of porridge warmed on the stove.

This time, Zane Shen's face turned green.

The monk sat back, lowered his brows and closed his eyes. He scooped some with a wooden spoon, blew carefully to cool it down a little, and then brought it to his lips.

He didn't move for a long time.

The look in his eyes as he stared at the wooden spoon was truly fiery, as if he wanted to stare two holes in it!

This is not the time to drink water.

With only one hand that could move, he could hold the teacup, but he was absolutely unable to accomplish two actions at the same time: holding the bowl and serving porridge.

It is really like "a tiger in plain water is bullied by a sick dog; Zane Shen is trapped in a shallow river and fed porridge by a bald donkey"!

Zane Shen laughed.

After being stiff for a long while, he finally bowed to reality, opened his mouth, took the wooden spoon, took the porridge fed by the monk, and swallowed it.

A little hot, but just right.

The monk withdrew his hand and scooped another spoonful of porridge.

At this moment, Zane Shen suddenly noticed his bent fingers, which were long and smooth like bamboo, just like the jade Buddha palms enshrined in temples. However, there was a little dark green stain between the fingers and nails.

It was the herbal juice that was accidentally stuck on me when I was pounding the medicine just now.

He felt for no reason that such a clean and beautiful pair of hands should not be stained with even a speck of dust in this world.

So I felt a little regretful.

But when he raised his eyes and looked at the calm face of the monk in front of him, the thought in Zane Shen's mind emerged so clearly---

What is even more regrettable is the monk himself.

How come such a good-looking monk is a mute?