The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng asked again: "What do you think?"

"Zhao Yao's body is very fragrant, I want to smell it."

"Her chest is bulging, and she wants to see what's inside, and her heart itch."

"She likes to wear white shoes embroidered with lotus flowers. I want to take off her shoes and hold her feet in the palm of my hand to play with."

"I also want to untie her clothes and run my fingers across her skin to see if the woman's skin is really fragile. I flick my fingers twice on the shoulders and it turns red."

Fahai's language is extremely obscene.

But he said without changing his face, facing his heart directly: "I have lived in the mountains for a long time, and I have never walked in the world of mortals. I have never known what a woman is, why it can make me tempted, and give birth to so many thoughts."

"Take Zhao Yao as an example. As long as I close my eyes, her image will appear in my mind."

"I want to restrain myself, but the more I want to restrain myself, the more I miss her. The Heart Sutra is useless, the Ksitigarbha Sutra is useless, the Diamond Sutra is useless, and I even recited the Qingjing Sutra you left behind, but it's still useless."

Fahai clasped his hands together, his gaze was blank: "I, the Buddha, is merciful and merciful. I really don't know how to get rid of it."

"Pray for the Three Jewels to descend upon the altar."

"Have you ever seen the saints in the temple come here without inviting a lover?"

Zhang Heng sat across from Fahai, with a big dream seal in his hands: "From the perspective of physiology and genes, reproduction is our nature. We don't need to be taught. From the age of thirteen or fourteen, we will have different types of girls around us." It's human nature to be so curious."

"You have lived in the mountains for a long time, and you rarely went down the mountain before, and you have never seen a woman, so your nature has been suppressed."

"Now, when you see Zhao Yao, a peerless and unreconciled fate, you first feel compassion and love, and fall in love, unable to extricate yourself."

"In addition, your cultivation base is extremely high, and one thought is a Buddha, and one thought is a demon, so the word love is particularly strong on you."

heard.

Fahai lowered his head and said softly: "Buddha's disciple Ananda, before he became a monk, he saw a young girl, and since then he has fallen in love with her.

The Buddha asked him: How much do you like that girl?

Ananda replied: I would like to turn into a stone bridge, where the wind blows, the sun shines, and the rain hits every year, but I hope this girl can walk across the bridge and meet me again. "

On the surface, Fahai was talking about Ananda, but actually he was talking about himself.

Zhang Heng also knew this, and said: "All sentient beings have wishes, and there are no regrets, greed, anger, and ignorance. I have a method called 'Dream', which can pull you into the dream world. When the time comes, I will block you now." My memory, let you start from scratch, suffer from the sea of ​​love, maybe it can help you. "

Fa Hai sighed: "If you can transcend, you will never forget the kindness of enlightenment."

Zhang Heng nodded and said: "Relax your mind, don't be on guard, follow me into the dream."

boom! !

When Fa Hai was happy, he felt a shock in his heart.

In the next second, he turned into a baby.

Just different from other babies, he was born very old, as if he was 80 or [-] years old, and looked like a monster.

So his parents sent him to the temple and was adopted by Buddhism.

Time passes day by day.

In the blink of an eye, Fa Hai was already ten years old.

But he still looks extremely old, like a dwarf old man who is seven or eighty years old.

On this day, a pilgrim from the foot of the mountain came to offer incense, bringing a little girl who looked like eight or nine years old.

Because it is a small temple, there is only Fahai and a young novice in the temple, so Fahai has no playmates since he was a child. Even though he looks seventy and eighty, after blocking the memory of his previous life, his mind is actually only ten years old.

Seeing a child as young as himself, he played with her.

But he didn't want to, Xiangke thought he was a dwarf old man, seeing his daughter and Fa Hai hiding under the incense table and not knowing what to do, he was furious, beat his daughter on the spot, and led her away.

Fahai stood alone, at a loss, not knowing what he had done wrong.

In the next few years, the girl would occasionally come to the mountain to play with Fa Hai.

As the days passed, Fa Hai still looked old, but the girl had grown up slowly.

Until one day, the girl said to Fa Hai: "Will you always be this old, just like my grandpa?"

Fahai didn't know how to answer.

The girl said again: "A very good-looking man came to the school in the town. If I want to marry in the future, I would be happy if I could marry him."

Fa Hai was very sad when he heard this.

Another few years.

The girl grew up and married.

It's a pity that she didn't marry that good-looking scholar, but the son of a rice shop owner.

Moreover, she had a very bad life after marriage. The son of the owner of the rice shop liked to gamble, and soon became angry with his father, and lost the girl to someone else in a big gamble.

Fa Hai wanted to do something, but he couldn't do anything.

before parting.

The girl came to him again and said to him: "The man who won me is a traveling merchant. I want to go with him, and maybe I will never come back in this life."

That night, the night was beautiful.

Waking up the next day, Fa Hai looked at the hairpin beside him and whispered, "Is this love?"

Chapter 217: Bright Fist Breaks the Obsessed Demon

Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life.

Looking at the awakened Fa Hai, Zhang Heng asked, "What did you dream about?"

Fa Hai replied truthfully: "Women!"

Zhang Heng asked again: "What did you realize?"

Fahai remained silent.

Friendship, love, compassion, lust.

What exactly does he have for girls?

Can't figure it out, don't know what to do, Fa Hai looks confused.

Seeing the expression on his face, Zhang Heng said for the third time: "What did you get?"

"What did you get?"

The confusion on Fahai's face became even stronger.

Yeah, got what.

After the sound of greed and joy, not only was his heart not filled, but it became more and more empty.

He seems to have got something, but also seems to get nothing.

"Dream."

Zhang Heng performed the dream technique again.

In this life, Fa Hai was no longer a monk, but was born into a family of officials.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. When he was three years old, his father, who was an official abroad, died of illness in office, and the pillars of the family collapsed.

When I was seven years old, my mother had an occasional cold and couldn't afford it.

Before leaving, he took out all his family savings and asked Fahai to be a matchmaker.

That was the daughter of the butcher at the head of the village, nine years older than Fahai, and sixteen this year.

Pig butcher was a lowly profession in ancient times. Although he did not have to worry about food and clothing, his status was not high and he was often despised by his neighbors.

Taking Fan Jinzhong as an example, when Hu Tuhu's daughter married Fan Jin, she was over 30 years old.

The 30-year-old Huanghua girl was definitely an old leftover fighter in ancient times.

Does Hu Tuhu not want his daughter to marry?

Of course not, because no good family is willing to marry her. When the mediator comes to the door, the man will either squint or be lame, and it will be delayed if he comes and goes.

The same is true for Liaozhai World.

The daughter of a pig butcher usually cannot marry a good family.

Although Fa Hai's family was defeated, they still had a Qipin county magistrate anyway, and Zhu Jiang was quite satisfied with this marriage.

Do obeisance, get married, everything is kept simple.

The daughter-in-law came in, drank two sips of tea, said hello three times, and Fahai's old mother left.

Happy today, mourning tomorrow.

Yun Niang, who was new to the school, said she was Fa Hai's wife, but Fa Hai was only seven years old, and she was sixteen, so she was about the same as my little mother.

As spring goes and autumn comes, Fahai grows up day by day.

Yunniang is a good housekeeper. On weekdays, she helps people wash clothes and do chores. In addition, her father who is a butcher helps out once or twice, so she has three meals a day.

In a blink of an eye, Fa Hai was 12 years old.

This year, Yunniang is 21, because of her frequent work and exposure to the wind and sun, she looks no different from a 30-year-old woman.

In private, people of the same age are called Fa Hai's little husband.

Because the gossiping women in the village teased Yunniang all day: "Yunniang, where is your little husband?"

Over time, the little husband became Fa Hai's exclusive title.

Another two years.

Fa Hai is 14 years old and Yun Niang is 23.

Over the years, the family had saved some money, so Yunniang wanted to let Fahai go to school to revive the family.

Unexpectedly, Fa Hai has a very high level of comprehension and reads books very well.

Only three years later, he was selected as a scholar, and four years later, he was selected as a juren. However, at the age of 21, he became a well-known talent.

At this time, Yunniang was already 30 years old, and looked as if she was 40 years old.

In the past, when friends from classmates came to visit, Fahai never introduced Yunniang to friends.

He had had enough of the word "little husband" and only said that he was a distant relative who was staying at home.

Yunniang saw it in her eyes and kept smiling, and since then she seldom went out.

Next, Fahai, who became Juren, fully enjoyed the privileges of feudal society.

Many people come to flatter him every day, some donate land, some donate shops, and those country gentlemen from ten miles and eight villages know that even if a 21-year-old Juren fails the Jinshi examination in the future, just filling in the vacancy, he will at least be a good man in the future. The county magistrate is willing to make friends with him.

After all, Fahai is young and can afford to wait.

If one year is not good enough, it will be two years, and if two years is not good enough, it will be three years. Where there is an official vacancy, it is easy to fill it.

What's more, the 21-year-old Juren, who dares to say that he will not be able to win the Jinshi in the future.

So all of a sudden, Fahai's family changed every three days, with property, shop, and house, and even some dilapidated households, and the couple came to serve as servants in order to protect them.

Yunniang saw everything in her eyes.

In just a few days, Fa Hai earned money that she hadn't earned in more than ten years of housework.

There are also shops queuing up to invite him to write inscriptions, and there is no need to ask for the retouching fee, which starts at 100 taels directly, threatening to be blessed by being a star of Wenqu.

Is this a good thing?

It should be, there are fish and meat at home, and there are even servants to order.

But Yun Niang couldn't laugh. She married Fa Hai at the age of 16, and she has been a wanted role all these years.

Now, Fahai doesn't need her anymore. Her young husband is Wenquxing, a 21-year-old Juren, and she herself is a 30-year-old butcher's daughter who has never seen the world and doesn't know a lot of characters. people.

"That's what I heard, where love comes from hate, Hu Han has no way back, loses, cries, satisfies, and is cruel."

Yunniang lived in a simple place and made offerings to the Bodhisattva in her room.

She has never read a book, nor can she understand Buddhist scriptures. She even reads the word HUM in Om, Ma, Ni, Ba, Mi, and Hum as cattle.

But she read it very seriously, because she wanted to pray for Fa Hai.