Poor Monk

Behind the desk, he stood for a long time without speaking.

In the room, there is a faint smell of white sandalwood, and there is also a slightly bitter smell of medicine, as well as the fragrance of pen and ink emanating from these scriptures and paintings, and even a little smoke hidden in the porridge...

The monk seemed oblivious to everything behind him.

He still meditated and chanted sutras with his back to him.

The perfectly round Buddha beads rolled over one by one, and the scriptures in front of him were also turned over page by page.

As the night gradually darkened, a certain feeling in Shen Du's heart became clearer and clearer.

The medicine is not hot anymore.

The porridge was also cold.

But Shen Du didn't pick it up, but let go of the frame, letting it roll up again according to the inertia, then walked over with it, and sat cross-legged on the left side of the monk.

"You drew this?"

With a cool voice, he just handed the rolled scroll to the monk, looking sideways at him.

The monk's fluttering lips stopped, and the spinning beads in his hands also stopped. His slightly closed eyes opened and stared at the scroll for a moment.

Then his eyes turned and fell on Shen Du's face.

He neither nodded nor shook his head.

That gaze was warm, seemingly without any fluctuations, but also seemed to hide thousands of waves.

Shen Du started to itch again, and wanted to stretch out his hand and trace his eyebrows and eyes: "Monk, do you know that it's impolite to tamper with other people's paintings?"

The monk ignored him and looked away again.

Didn't seem to hear what he said at all.

If it was as usual, Shen Du's face would have been pale for a long time, but now he didn't get angry, instead he smiled and said: "You were originally a mute, are you still deaf now? Talking to you."

"..."

The monk still didn't respond, and held it in front of him with one hand, and slowly turned the beads with the other hand, chanting scriptures silently.

Probably because he thought he was alone and noisy, he even closed his eyes.

have to.

This posture is really high.

Shen Du felt that the bald donkey might be getting a little impatient, and all the evil thoughts in his heart crawled out like ants at this moment, gnawing at a certain place in his heart.

The monk's fingers are long and slender with distinct joints.

The side face looks quite angular, but it is softened by the slightly dim light.So the posture at this moment has a kind of compassion and pity.

The corners of Yuebai's monk's robe were on the ground, overlapping with his.

Shen Du lowered his head and took a look, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Bulk, has anyone ever told you that a person like you with a bad temper and poor cultivation may not survive an hour if you walk in the rivers and lakes? "

His fingers paused, his brows moved slightly, but he still didn't open his eyes.

He seemed to feel that when he was chanting, someone next to him kept talking, which seemed a bit noisy.

But Shen Du didn't feel that he was noisy at all.

In his life, he had never had such patience with a mute, and he even thought it would be fun to bully him so he couldn't speak, and to harass others when they were devoting themselves to chanting to the Buddha.

The more you talk, the more addictive you become.

"To be honest, before I came to Tianji Temple, I was only interested in Shanzai from your place."

"But after meeting you..."

"Suddenly I still think you are more interesting. I heard that this Shanzai has a profound cultivation base and strong martial arts, and many masters in the world are overwhelmed by him. I wanted to go for a while, but now that I am seriously injured, I may not be able to fight." However, it is still interesting to bully you."

These words can be said to be very "beast".

Shen Du felt that as long as a normal person heard it, he would be fuming with anger.

It sounded like a good word before, after all, I thought Ren Monk was more "interesting" than Shanzai, but at the end of the sentence, it turned out to be "it's interesting to bully you"!

The pinched Buddha beads tightened.

The monk who had been holding back before finally opened his eyes for the second time. His eyes looked deeply at Shen Du, which was too dark and pure.

Shen Dule: "Unhappy? Hit me."

"..."

The monk's chest heaved faintly, and the Buddhist beads were tightly clasped, but after staring at him for a long time, the fingers slowly loosened.

Shen Du would not fail to notice this little detail.

But he doesn't care at all.

Even if the bald donkey in front of him is not powerless, he actually has no martial arts at all, and it would be foolish to fight him.

So in the final analysis, Shen Du has nothing to fear.

The smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest, and his eyes never moved away from the monk from the beginning to the end, always staring at the clear outline of his profile.

There was a moment of silence, and then suddenly asked: "Is the precepts of your monks very strict?"

To be honest, this sentence is nonsense.

Shen Du didn't know whether the discipline of Tianji Temple was strict or not, but the monk's self-discipline was absolutely strict.

On the way up and down the mountain, we had to lift up the grass and trees that were overwhelmed by the snow between walking; since he was almost healed from his injury, he never gave him a meal of meat; Give……

But he asked knowingly.

Perhaps it was because the question was too bizarre without any malice. The monk was slightly stunned for a moment, a faint brilliance flashed in his eyes, but finally he nodded almost invisible.

Shen Du suddenly felt bored.

His slender fingers stroked the edge of the scroll, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about lust and caution?"

The monk couldn't understand and was a little puzzled.

Because the meaning of Shen Du's words is not clear.

Are you asking about Lust Caution?

Are the precepts also strict?

He didn't know how to answer.

But when Shen Du asked this question, he subconsciously felt a little apprehensive, and even the line of his lips was slightly pursed into a straight line.

This posture, like a stone, smashed into Shen Duxin Lake, splashing a wave——

In an instant, malice swept across.

To the monk's gesture of alienation and fear, he actually felt extremely disgusted, and an urge to destroy this peace at all costs was born in his heart.

When evil thoughts come up, they cannot be suppressed even if they are suppressed.

Not to mention that Shen Du has always been a big devil who acts recklessly.

No matter how outrageous things he has done, now he is faintly affected by the counterattack of the God of Heaven and Heaven, and there is a strange throbbing and desire to destroy in his heart.

So, he let himself go and leaned over.

The monk was sitting on the futon, looking sideways at him.

The moment he leaned over, the distance between the two quickly narrowed, and Shen Du could smell the clearer scent of sandalwood almost immediately, which made him fascinated for a moment.

Then he leaned over and kissed the monk's lips.

There was a slight coolness in the tightly pressed lips.

The moment he touched it, Shen Du scolded himself in his heart that he might be going crazy, his aesthetics declined sharply, and he could even fall in love with a bald donkey.

But when he poked out the tip of his tongue, stroked the other's lips, and saw the other's pupils constricted for a moment, this kind of cursing suddenly turned into gloating, and there was an indescribable joy!

Before the monk's eyes froze, he retreated gracefully.

It seemed that he was still sitting neatly next to the monk, his usual handsome and stern eyebrows, with such a little smile on his face, and the lingering evil spirit on his face, there was a dazzling feeling.

Where did the monk expect Shen Du to do such a thing suddenly?

He couldn't quite react.

There was only a layer of ice-cold frost and snow under the pair of usually calm and compassionate eyes, and the two beautiful brows frowned, showing a stern and unkind coldness for the first time.

What Shen Du did was simply touching the bottom line of a monk!

But he himself didn't notice it at all, or he didn't care at all when he knew it, and even squinted at him lazily, and teased him coolly: "I just want to ask, the Buddhist precepts require that you don't be close to women, so-- What about masculinity?"