All five aggregates are empty

Chapter 16

"You mean, he disappeared under your nose?" Ming Hua asked with a frown, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"If you don't believe it, there's nothing you can do about it. That's how it is."

"Is there anything unusual before he disappeared?"

"He said a few words to Mr. Zheng's student, Ding Weichao, but the scene was too noisy and I couldn't hear it clearly. After that, he went to the main hall, and then Mr. Zheng suddenly informed everyone that Meng Lijun had set off for Mount Emei first. "

"He went to the main hall, why didn't you follow?"

"I didn't come here to be his nanny. I have to watch both ends, and I don't have that much energy. At that time, I didn't feel the breath of the supervisor, so I was careless."

"If he comes, he will naturally come prepared."

"So are you going to find him now?"

"of course."

After Ming Hua finished speaking, he turned and left.When he opened the door, he just met Ding Weichao who came from Mr. Zheng's room.

Ding Weichao and Minghua didn't know each other, but he couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw Minghua come out of Assistant Professor Zhou's room.He looked in through the half-closed door, and saw that Assistant Professor Zhou was looking at him with a gloomy expression. Before he could say hello, the door slammed shut.

"Uh, are you...?"

"Hi, I'm Minghua, the abbot of Baiyun Temple."

"Baiyun Temple?" Ding Weichao was stunned for a moment. Baiyun Temple is a famous temple in China, and its abbot holds a pivotal position in the Buddhist circle.For ordinary people, such a character is usually out of reach, but now he is alone in a hotel in Mount Emei, and he has just come out of Assistant Professor Zhou's room.What surprised Ding Weichao the most was that the abbot of Baiyun Temple was so young, which made him suspicious. "You look very young."

There was a suspicious look in the small eyes, which did not escape Minghua's eyes.

"I took Meng Lijun with me for a while before, how is he doing recently?"

"Ah, I remembered, that master!"

Everyone knows that Mr. Zheng found a monk for Meng Lijun to be a mentor. Mr. Zheng mentioned it at the poker table last night.At first, Ding Weichao felt that Mr. Zheng was a bit biased, but after thinking about it carefully, after all, the direction of his research was history, and the direction of Meng Lijun's research was folk beliefs. The monk he invited was indeed more suitable for Meng Lijun.

According to Associate Professor Zhao, this monk is very powerful. He came to Yanda and took in the water ghosts from Weiming Lake by the way.Although Ding Weichao is an atheist, his attitude toward the unknown is that he would rather believe in its existence than in its non-existence.

"Speaking of Meng Lijun, he is really free. Mr. Zheng said he went to climb a mountain."

"Haven't you seen him since you came out of Miaoguang Temple?"

"Yes. Huh? How do you know?"

Ming Hua stopped talking, but nodded politely, then turned and walked towards Teacher Zheng's room.

In the haze, Meng Lijun vaguely heard the sound of monsters biting human flesh.The childhood dream reappeared, and he returned to the forest where his family had an accident.Surrounded by towering trees, there was no one else in the gloomy forest except him.The forest was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the ethereal crows added a bit of terror to the whole forest.He always felt that something was following him, and turned around suddenly, only to see endless darkness behind him.A pair of amber eyes swayed in the darkness, getting closer.Not long after, a white tiger came out from the darkness.

"Ah!" Meng Lijun sat up suddenly, and found that he was lying on a two-seater sofa, half of his body was hanging outside the sofa, and he would fall to the floor if he didn't pay attention.

"you're awake."

A tired voice came from the rear left. He subconsciously turned his head to the side, and saw the white-haired boy he met in Miaoguang Temple sitting cross-legged on the three-seater sofa, pressing the button with a bored expression on his face. handle.

The sound of tearing and biting human flesh came again, Meng Lijun was startled, and looked at the source of the sound, only to see a bunch of zombies biting the protagonist on the huge LCD screen.

After a while, the words "YOUAREDEAD" were displayed on the screen, and the boy threw the handle casually and said "boring".

Meng Lijun twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, he was almost scared to death, it turned out it was just a game.Picking up the handle that was still on the ground by the boy, he continued the game.

"Did you choose hardcore? It's so difficult." Meng Lijun stared at the screen with all his attention, not realizing that the white-haired boy was looking at him all the time.

"You have to find a backpack, otherwise you won't be able to fit so many things." Meng Lijun chanted while manipulating the handle, and the young man behind him suddenly crawled over from the three-seater sofa, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and held the Chin rests on his shoulder.

Meng Lijun was so frightened that he stopped what he was doing, the hero was immediately dragged by a bunch of zombies, and "YOUAREDEAD" appeared on the screen soon.

"You're dead." The young man whispered in Meng Lijun's ear, making Meng Lijun's ears itch.

"I can be resurrected."

"No, you can't, you're dead."

Meng Lijun turned his head and glanced at the white-haired boy, "My great immortal, can you let me go first?"

"Do not want to."

Meng Lijun put down the handle, turned around, and easily broke free from the boy's restraint.Now he was sitting on the three-seater sofa instead.

"Could you introduce yourself first? You won't be the good fortune boy sitting down by Guanyin, right?"

"Haha, do I look so kind?" The boy crawled from the two-seater sofa back to the three-seater sofa, and sat cross-legged beside Meng Lijun.

"It's not good to say, it's just that you are relatively young."

"Oh?" The boy smiled meaningfully, then waved his hand, a white light flashed across his body, and when the white light disappeared, the boy turned into a man in a white ancient costume.

The man has long hair reaching his waist, and his skin is as white as jade. Just looking at his appearance, he should give people a sense of holiness, but his eyes are too aggressive, which makes people a little scared.

"You... instantly aged ten years."

The man raised his eyebrows, as if he was not satisfied with Meng Lijun's reaction.He waved again and turned into a student-looking boy in a T-shirt and shorts.

During the transformation, the appearance of the man has not changed, but the temperament has changed.What makes this change different from the previous boy's appearance is that this time the boy has a pair of cat ears on top of his head and a tail on his buttocks.

"Now?" The ears on the top of the head moved, and the tail was also making waves in the air.

Oh my god, this is too cute.

However, Meng Lijun has kept cats at arm's length since he was a child, so he said: "It still looks good just now."

"Really." The boy rolled on the sofa, and then changed back to his ancient costume.

This time Meng Lijun took a closer look. The man's belt buckle was a tiger pattern.He thought of the Zhiming he had seen before, with the Xuanwu totem on his waist, it seemed that this person in front of him should also be one of the four great beasts.

too frightening.

Meng Lijun shuddered in his heart.The animal he is most afraid of is the tiger, but now he is in the same room with a live tiger.

"Well, may I go back?"

"Why is your face so ugly all of a sudden?" the man asked with great interest.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, I want to go back and rest."

"If you want to rest, you can stay with me." The man sat down next to Meng Lijun, "Why are you leaving before you have time to talk about the old days?"

"The key is that I don't remember you at all, how can I reminisce about the old days." As soon as Meng Lijun finished speaking, he realized that he had slipped his mouth.Sure enough, his brain was not working when it should be.

"Don't 'remember'? Looks like you know who I am."

"You are the supervising soldier, and I am just an ordinary commoner. I am not in the same circle as you, so please hold me high and let me go back."

"I don't."

Meng Lijun wanted to cry, but suddenly felt that the god in front of him was much more unreasonable than Minghua.He subconsciously took out his mobile phone and looked at it, thinking that maybe he could call the police or something, but as expected, there was no signal.

Meng Lijun sighed, and temporarily accepted the fact that he was kidnapped.At least for now, it doesn't look like the supervisor is going to hurt him.And if Teacher Zheng finds out that he is missing, he will definitely let Minghua come to him.If so, there is nothing to worry about.Getting in touch with someone from the Glazed World might be helpful for my own research.

However, Meng Lijun still wanted to know the purpose of the supervisor.If you just want to reminisce about the old days, you don't have to make Tibetan incense yourself and lure him to your own territory.When he thought of what Ding Weichao said had happened recently in the religious world, he unconsciously felt a little worried.

Not worried about himself, but worried about Minghua.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Meng Lijun was lost in thought, the supervisor waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Uh, it's nothing." Meng Lijun came back to his senses, and found that the supervisor had changed back to his cat-eared appearance.He couldn't help but moved aside, frowned and said, "Can you stop being like this?"

"What's the matter?" The cat's ears drooped aggrievedly, "Aren't they cute?"

"Cute is cute, but I'm allergic to cats."

"Oh?" The guard plunged into Meng Lijun's arms, lay on his lap and looked up at him, "I'm not a cat."

Meng Lijun had goosebumps all over his body, "It's not a cat, it's a cat, especially a tiger!"

He stood up abruptly, ran behind the sofa, and looked at the guard warily.

"What's wrong with the tiger?" The supervisor lay on the sofa, propped his chin with his hands, and blinked his eyes innocently.

"I met one when I was a child, childhood shadow."

"Ah~" The supervisor nodded thoughtfully, and calmly revealed an explosive message: "That's me, that's the first time we met."

"..." The air was quiet for a second, and Meng Lijun felt that his mind was a little bit overwhelmed, and he asked tremblingly, "You mean, you were the tiger I met when I was nine years old?"

"White tigers are rare."

Meng Lijun's memory is very vague, and he doesn't remember the color of the tiger he met at that time.But there is a message in his memory that is very clear.

"You killed my parents?"

"They weren't dead when I left."

"What the hell happened that day?"

"Why don't you ask Minghua." The supervisor showed a little impatient expression, "If you have to say it, Minghua killed your parents."