Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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He was taken to a side hall in the royal palace. There were two guards at the door, and he saw Lu Zuojian stand up and salute. Lu Zuo told someone to open the door, and I looked inwardly. I didn’t see Rosh. Only a naked woman hugged her **** and shrunk on the bed. Her eyebrows could vaguely see the appearance of the little girl of that year. When she saw us, she quickly shrunk to the corner of the bed. She bowed her head and covered it with long curly red hair. face.

"How is it?" Lu Zuo asked the gatekeeper.

The two had ambiguous smiles on their faces, anxiously reporting: "Today, as the general commanded, both of them were stripped away, but it was useless. So I just forcibly poured a lot of wine in Kumarajiva. Ha ha, small Some are still mixed with some medicine in the wine. But for a long time, there is still no movement. Alas, such a charming princess is in front of her. The white and tender meat is a man who has been thrown up, not to mention the medicine. Wine. I thought this monk was not humane, but it wasn't. He still tried to let himself out, not knowing where he came from. But this kind of concentration makes people admire, maybe a monk..."

Lu Zuo stared fiercely, and the man stopped immediately. Lu Zuo turned to me and said coldly: "If he refuses to break the ring tonight, if my father loses, you should know what will happen."

They tortured Roche in this way, and I was trembling with rage. Historical data does contain that Roche broke the ring after being stripped and drunk, but he did not say that this wine is also mixed with aphrodisiac! Hearing Lu Zuo's inhumanity again, his face lifted and he almost burst out.

The figure in front of me flicked and it was Vishati who stood in front of me: "The little general doesn't have to worry about it, so I will give it to her tonight. The beauty of the first queen's palace must be the general and the small general."

Vshatipah looked at the room, walked to a long table in the hall, and pulled out the cloth. Then he walked into the room, wrapped Emperor Azue with a drape, and helped her up. As she walked out of the room, Vshatipa stared at the corner for a moment, a trace of intolerance floated across her face, and sighed slightly.

He embraced the white-faced Emperor Asoye and walked past me and said in Chinese: "Come in, don't let General Lu disappoint."

Then he changed to spitting lightly again: "He has been waiting for ten years, he must be happy."

He looked ordinary, but his eyes felt distressed. I met his eyes, calmed my heart with a quick jump, nodded resolutely, walked into the room, and the door creaked behind me.

Looking at the corner that Vrsati had stared at before, there was a tall, thin figure shrinking there. Suddenly stopped breathing, he dare not look at him. Rosh, my nine months are just 11 years for you. I have been tortured by my bones for a few months. How do you spend day after day beside the ancient Buddha The long night of ten years? Time is really unequal to you. If I change to wait for these ten years, what kind of walking dead will I become? Forgive me for letting you wait too long, and forgive me for choosing this time in the last crossing opportunity of this life. I hope this is the time when you need me the most. If you can, I will never go again this time. Let me compensate for this decade.

Holding his breath, he approached him gently, and before he could see what was engraved on his face in ten years, he felt sad and heartbeat. He was naked, bowed his head to knees, curled up like a baby in his mother's body, and his tan skin glowed brightly under the bright lighting of the room. Looking around with my eyes, I found that there were no curtains, no rags, no bed sheets, blankets, and everything in the room. With a bitter laugh, Lu Guang really wanted to figure it out.

Find a long gown in his backpack, shake it away, and approach him. There was a strong alcohol on his body, and there was vomit on the ground on the other side. I squatted down, put my clothes on him, and touched his skin, it turned hot. He was shocked and raised his head sharply, with bloodshot eyes all over his pale gray eyes that could not see through the abyss. He was thin again, his face more narrow and long, a stubble on his chin, and his whole face was as red as fire. Eleven years later, he is still clear and handsome, but he has been ruthless for years, and has a few shallow wrinkles on his forehead. These days of torture made him haggard, and his pale lips were chapped. There was a tear in the corner of the mouth, blood coagulated on it, and it looked like a tooth mark.

"Rosh..." I looked at him carefully, and the more I saw the more I was broken. He was so humiliated and supported so hard, how can ordinary people do it. What he is insisting on is not the breaking of the ring or not, but the faith of his life. Was Lu Guang hitting him with this, was it really just for that boring and ridiculous bet?

The missing eyes lifted up and fell blankly on my face, suddenly widening, and a bright light came out of the dark grey pupil, wandering unbelievably on my face. The chapped lips opened slightly, the corners of the mouth pulled, like the dead leaves trembling in the wind.

"It's me, I'm back..."

"Ai... Qing..." His eyes hovered over my face for a long time before he started to tremble and his voice was hoarse and dry. Then, with a shame on his hot face, his arms were tighter, his body trembling, and his head was squeezed painfully out of his head.

"Rosh..." The heart was tumbling, and the spotless and innocent people were to suffer such humiliation.

"Don't cry..." He turned back to me, his slender arms stretched out slowly, to touch my face, the moment he touched his skin, he suddenly retracted his hands, his eyes closed, his right hand clenched tightly It was so worn that I couldn't see the broken beads of the original color, counting the scriptures one by one, ignoring me into the air, which I sent to him more than 20 years ago. Wearing a string of red agate arm beads on the left hand, even this one, has been for eleven years...

"Rosh, what's the matter with you?" Looking at the only foreign object on his body—the two strings of beads he was wearing, I bit my lip to prevent the tears from falling again.

"The illusion comes from the heart, not the reality. The karma is blindfolded and everything is empty." He still closed his eyes and finished the few Chinese slang words in a sour voice, and then reread the Buddhist scriptures.

Wiping his tears, he probably regarded me as an illusion. He had been sitting on the ground all the time. Although there was a carpet and it was midsummer, the oasis at night was still a little cool. He stood up and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he saw that Lu Zuo was chatting with those people, but he hadn't left yet. I asked for a blanket, Lv Zhan laughed, and said frivolously: "No matter what you want, you have to break his precepts."

I black face, and then asked for a glass of water. Lu Zuo let people pick it up and squinted at me: "But I must seize the time, and Master Ben has to go back to life. Also, be sure to stay in bed."

He looked at Nunu's mouth over the window, and I looked in his eyes, the diamond-shaped window facing the bed in the room. So humiliating! He had to see it before he gave up. What does he think of us? A fun game, an abnormal bet?

I almost slammed the glass on his face, inhaled and exhaled several times, and then forced to walk back to the room, I heard Lu Zhan smiled evilly behind his back: "If it can't be broken, come and accompany this young master. ."

Disgusted to the extreme, this kind of person really wants to tell him whether he will die well in the future.

"Rosh, would you like some water?" I asked in a low voice, and brought the water to his mouth. Xu was too thirsty, he did not refuse, and took a whole glass of water with my hand. The water ran down the corner of my mouth, and I took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the handkerchief. I glanced at the veil and smiled softly at him: "Remember this veil? You gave it to me. You said I never use veil. I can't pat the mouth well. I keep this veil on my body, but I haven't been willing to use it..."

Suddenly fell into a hot arms, his heartbeat thumped my eardrums. The scorching face rubbed on my neck, and the swollen blue muscles on my neck beat my heartstrings. He inserted it into my hair room with one hand, whispering my name vaguely.

I fell in his arms, but the familiar arms were a little strange now. Naked skin scalded my face, a strange wave flowed all over my body, and I was burnt by him all at once.

He pulled me a short distance away, searching carefully on my face, his eyes blurred. Then, before I could speak out, he kissed me in front of him.

His kiss was different from the gentleness of previous recollections, prying open my lips eagerly, stirring almost frantically. The strong smell of wine in my mouth is strongly transmitted to my tongue. The fine stubble stuck in the face, some itching and some pain. His breathing was more rapid, and he put me down on the ground with a strong force, and the whole person covered him.

"Rosh!" I pressed his arm against him and whispered in his ear, "Let's go to bed."

He had a good body and seemed to recover a moment of sobriety. I opened my arm and bit the wound that had been broken in the corner of my mouth, a trace of blood flowed out, and my lips were red and red.

A lot of tears were urged again. He endured hard and restrained himself. If there were any other methods, I would respect his wishes. However, the group of psychologically abnormal people outside the room have the power to kill them. He and I, in such troubled times, are only weak. In order to survive, we tonight must complete our adult ceremony in front of people.

I wiped away my tears and made sure that I re-covered the gown that had slipped aside. Then he put his arm on my shoulder, picked him up, and moved towards the humiliated bed step by step. Buddha, you should see the piety of your disciple, and you should have pity on him. He has achieved the forbearance that ordinary people cannot, please, any punishment is imposed on me, and I am willing to bear all the sins for him.

His body was heavy, and the weight of the whole person was almost on my shoulders. We walked staggering together, and my eyes drifted involuntarily beneath him, causing my heart to jump, no matter how tolerant, he still had the same desire as ordinary men under the action of drugs. This is human nature, and Buddha cannot erase it. At least tonight, let him be an ordinary man.

Lying on the bed, he fell beside me weakly, still biting his lip, but his eyes followed me all the time, and the extreme desire of ordinary men came out of his eyes. I took a deep breath and reached out to undress. The Hanfu is simple, the knot is opened, and my modern underwear is exposed in front of him. My face burned so thin that there was sweat in my nose, and my hand stopped. I really had no guts to take it off. Besides, there were so many pairs of eyes staring evilly outside the window.

He still clings to the string of beads in his right hand. I want him to put it on the cupboard beside the bed. He doesn’t speak, but just clings to it. Under my persuasion, I can only let the beads be wrapped around his wrist. on.

He stood sideways, close to me, his gray eyes blinked, his struggling desire fluctuated like water ripples. His hot hands stroked my body, sliding from my neck all the way to my chest to waist. I hooked his neck, licked the corner of his bite mouth, a bit of salt slipped across the bottom of his tongue, he hummed with pain, and suddenly lowered his head to hold my tongue and sucked hard. My slender body covered me, and my breath was disordered.

The taste of the wine in his mouth was not good, and I didn't know how much wine they had drunk. Can such a person who has never been exposed to alcohol, driven by alcohol and drugs, realize that the person he faces is me? I am willing to believe that he still retains a trace of clarity, and I am willing to believe that because of me, he is willing to let his desire be revealed. Otherwise, he would not have to work hard until now.

With a bitter smile, he pulled back his sour thoughts. What is the situation today, I still think about these impractical things. What I should consider is how to make him break the ring as soon as possible. Only in this way, the talent outside the window will let us go. Otherwise, I am afraid that those who have no faith will humiliate him with more cruel methods. He has been struggling for three days, exhausted physically and mentally, and he needs to relax and rest.

Since history records that he did break the commandment, instead of letting him and the last emperor A Suye, it is better to change to me. Love is selfish, what about changing history? I only know that I love him, no matter under what circumstances, I want to be the object of his breaking the ring. In the future he regrets it, and I wish it too!

Thinking this way, I brave myself and put my hand on his back. The smooth skin is smooth and pliable, and you feel the muscles under your hands are gradually tightening. There was his fiery heat on his leg, which was already on the string. Randomly trying to break through the door, but unable to deal with it, his face showed impatience.

He reached out and touched my underpants, pulling it hard, and I quickly grabbed his hand: "Don't worry, I'll come."

My hands were sweaty when I took off my panties. I dared not look at him. My eyes were closed, and I hope he would end sooner.

A cold body, but no movement for a while. I opened my eyes and saw him half-pulling his upper body, gasping heavily, his eyes blurred and confused but hesitant and painful. Sigh, his concentration is really very humane, and has reached the point where he is still trying his best to resist the original physiological response. I bit my lip, lowered my hand, and my face burned spicyly.

He moaned uncontrollably, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared completely, his eyes were like fire, half kneeling between my legs, and I guided against the most hidden places. I closed my eyes, and the rest was in his instinct. At the moment of being penetrated, the sky was spinning, and if someone was torn apart in half, he cried out in pain, and his eyes were filled with tears. I wanted to grab something to ease the pain, but found that the mat underneath was too slippery, and it was not easy to pull in the nails. I could only wait for that wave of pain.

Hearing my yelling, he stopped suddenly, stood up and looked at me, his chest undulating rapidly, the sweat on his forehead concentrated along his narrow face to the blue chin, and dripped heavily on my chest. His bloodshot eyes were still confused, but his face was unbearable.

"I'm okay..." I forcibly supported the tears, and swallowed my throat, barely pulling out my Ai Qing smirk. There is a faint hope in my heart, I hope this laugh will give him a warm memory when he wakes up tomorrow.

He didn't go on for long. At the moment when he reached the zenith, his hoarse voice shivered and shouted, "Ai Qing~"

The tears accumulated too much, the eyes couldn't bear it, and they rolled onto the pillow. A sour tenderness filled his heart, he always remembered me...

Looking at the skylight on the roof, the stars were bright and clear, but I saw the sky falling. Fighting shifts to the stars, a thousand years, we are connected at this moment. I have completed the transformation, not only from girls to women, my soul is closely attached to you from now on, and I will never leave...

He fell asleep deeply, his face calm and peaceful. After three days, he could finally sleep well. Touching his thin face, he gently touched his slender eyebrows, deep sunken eye sockets, high nose bridge, and sharp lips. This person I care about every night, is now lying beside me sleeping peacefully. In this kind of scene, I didn't even have the courage to imagine...

I got up and put on my clothes, and my lower body was so hot and painful that it was difficult for me to move. A pool of blood had coagulated on the mat, and my inner thighs were still stained with blood. Endured to get out of bed and walked to the door. Every step takes a torn wound, no wonder almost all women use exactly the same words they used for the first time.

Open the door and say coldly to the group of obscenely smiling men: "Now give me a blanket."

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Hui Jiao’s “Gao Monk Biography” records Roche’s broken ring: “Guangsui breaks the tortoise and kills the pure, and Li Chundi is the main shock. The light has gained nothing, and its intelligence has not been measured. , The strong wife is the king of Guizi. The distance is not subject to it, and the words are very bitter. The light said:'The priesthood is no more than his father. What can be said?' is to drink alcohol and drink in the closed room. At that point, it will be polluted."

The records of Jinshu are similar.