The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 857
She giggled and said: "You monk, you really don't know good from bad, you can only be prudish. When I was a fox, you put me in your arms. Why don't you dare to look at me now?"

He sighed and read: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such."

She sneered and said, "Monk, I'm a demon. You gave me the monk's robe to fit me, and you still have the nerve to recite scriptures. Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?"

"All living beings have spirits, and the Buddha treats them equally."

"So, why not let you see my flesh and blood, why don't you dare to look at me?"

"Because my six sense organs are impure."

"A monk can also be impure? It seems that you are so powerful, and you will be as prudish as ordinary monks? Unclean and impure."

He was speechless, he was indeed impure, and he had a guilty conscience.

He watched the nose, nose, mouth, and heart, and chanted the "Heart Sutra" in a serious manner.

She lifted up her clothes and knelt down in front of Monk Wuji.

She said, "Monk, can you open your eyes and see me?"

Monk Wuji opened his eyes, seeing her alluring face presented in front of his eyes, the snow-white ketone body was very attractive, he couldn't help lowering his eyes, and stretched out his hand to wrap her in the Zen robe.

She was naked and wrapped in monk clothes, which made her look even more alluring.

She said coquettishly: "Monk, can you take a look at me?"

Monk Wuji asked her: "Why do you insist on me watching you and tempting me to relapse?"

Her mouth was bitter, but she could still laugh: "No, I just want you to look at me."

Monk Wuji bowed his head and remained silent. In fact, the master often said that his mind was not firm, and he was often easily confused by external objects. The master also said that he was like this because of his sincerity and nature, but he had never encountered his own lack of firmness. When, this is the first time.

He felt she was very familiar, so familiar that he couldn't help wanting to protect her, otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her from those Taoist priests.

He didn't say this aimlessly, he was really worried that she would tempt him to break the rules.

No taboos, no taboos.

She has become taboo.

Thinking of this, he felt that he was too narrow-minded as a man.

He raised his head to look at her, his eyes were clear, like a baby's, very pure.

She looked at it for a while, raised her hand tremblingly, and finally dropped it again.

She understands that the person she loves can't come back, no matter how many people she finds who are like him, it's not just in appearance, just seeing one side and remembering him.

The one she loves will never come back.

Thinking of this, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Monk Wuji was about to reach out, when she wiped the blood she spit out by herself.

She leaned halfway on the bluestone: "It's interesting to say, hey, monk, let me tell you something, before I die."

After finishing talking, it turned into a fox and fell into a deep sleep.

It seems that without Neidan's support, this blow is too fatal for her.

It snored and fell asleep.

Monk Wuji stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on its body, and then folded the monk's robe and spread it on its body.

Its breathing gradually weakened.

He remembered what it said that he didn't want to live anymore, so he could only watch it quietly.

But it was still lying there obediently, snoring weakly, and the sound from its nasal cavity was extremely piercing, as if it would die the next moment.

Monk Wuji looked at it, but didn't extend his hand to wish it through.

However, after the past two or three days, it has survived.

Maybe it's because of the radiance, the mental state is very good, even the fur is much brighter.

It rolled around on the ground, pursed its lips and showed a personal smile, and said to him: "You humans often say that people are dying, and their words are good. I thought about it, and I feel like I have nothing to say in my life. Yes, the only thing that can be said is the matter between me and Shihuang, I used to be called Efang, you know, it was that Efang, Efang of Efang Palace."

"I wanted to tell you last time, but I fell asleep." It smiled.

Monk Wuji bent his lips and smiled, "It's okay, it's fine if you wake up."

It also smiled: "You really look like him."

"I'm like him, so you use Neidan to save me. Because I'm like him, you let me look into your eyes."

It doesn't deny it.

"Yes, you are too similar to him, so I will treat you like this, you know? Your eyes are very clear like his, as if you can see yourself from your eyes. I haven't seen such a person for a long time. Eyes, how can mortals have such eyes?"

It obsessively recites a poem: "Fang Fei wipes away all the grievances, and the sound of the Buddha stops the whirling of hatred."

It said: "When he left, he let me live a good life. He said he would come back soon, but he never came back, leaving me alone in the world. To live, but miss him, and refuse to die quickly, I am very tired."

"Thinking about it now, no matter whether he is dead or alive, as far as I am concerned, my life is going to end here, and I feel a little happy when I think about it."

"Monk, thank you." It smiled.

Its words are not so much chatting with Monk Wuji as they are talking to himself.

She is like a flower rooted in the soil, once it is time to bloom, she must show her beauty.

She is the same, once there is someone to confide in.He wanted to tell the truth about his entanglement with that person.

However, she couldn't say it, she was really tired, so she mentioned it a little, then stopped mentioning it, and buried her past.

To go to death safely and calmly, this kind of spirit is admirable.

It smiled and shrunk into a ball, no more breath, and finally died.

How could Monk Wuji believe that it died so easily? He diagnosed her, but she was indeed dead, and even the fur was dimmed.

He hesitated to diagnose its inner alchemy according to the method of a cultivator, and its inner alchemy was gone.

Perhaps, when it fell asleep, the inner alchemy was gone, these three days were nothing but its self-struggle, and finally, it chose to leave this boring world.

The spirit that was so good just now, but after its inner alchemy was shattered, it temporarily covered the surface, so it became like this.

Now, it has fulfilled its wish and realized that it has nothing to look forward to in its life, so it chooses to die calmly.

Monk Wuji can think of this.

He thought that there should be no regrets for such straightforwardness.

However, I still feel a little regretful.

He picked up the fox, dug a hole and buried it, but did not erect a monument.

He thought that she probably didn't want people to know her burial place and be mourned by others.

During the brief time together, she didn't mention the past, future, or present, as if she was the only one left in this world, and she had already lost her close friends.

Like a shooting star, she appeared abruptly and then left abruptly, leaving nothing behind.

(End of this chapter)