Poor Monk

The monk is gone.

It should be out of anger.

After listening to his words, the face that had been stained with ice and snow due to his offensive behavior almost immediately became a little colder and became inhumane.

It's just turned around.

If he couldn't react at the beginning, it was because he was caught off guard, the incident happened suddenly, and he didn't understand Shen Du's meaning; but when he asked this sentence, "So what about masculinity", how could he not understand?

It's just that he is a monk after all.

Although he didn't like what Shen Du did, but he was trapped in that compassionate heart and couldn't do anything to him.It is neither sitting nor standing.

Simply take a volume of the Buddhist scriptures, collect the beads, get up, turn around and leave.

Dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, Shen Shen floated over alone.

The scent of white sandalwood rushed towards the face, and in the blink of an eye it went away again, mixed into the cold air, and gradually condensed into a cool smell, lingering in people's hearts.

Shen Du was a little dazed.

Although this bald donkey has a very gentle personality, it can be seen that he has principles and bottom lines in his daily actions.And when it comes to dealing with things, he is not indecisive, but very neat.

Just like that.

Turning around and walking is turning around and walking, without looking back.

To be more precise, he lived in this bamboo house for more than ten days, almost every time the monk left, he watched from behind, but he never looked back even once.

"Isn't it just a kiss? It's like being fucked by me..."

With a dirty murmur, Shen Du sat on the spot alone, his figure outlined on the ground by light and shadow.Looking towards the deep darkness, he slowly frowned, feeling a little tricky.

Porridge and medicine are on the table.

It's already cold.

He thought about it for a while, and finally suppressed all his thoughts temporarily, got up and walked to the table, first took the medicine bowl and drank the medicine, and then took the porridge bowl to drink the porridge.

After drinking, he lay back on the bed.

He simply hung the picture of Chunlan on the bedside, staring straight at it, as if he wanted to stare at the two holes in the butterfly. It took a long time before he felt drowsy and fell asleep slowly. .

In the next few days, he and the monk returned to the "freezing point" without a doubt.

And it was colder than the time he crushed the ants to death.

The monks still came at noon and evening, still bringing porridge and occasionally some medicine, but they no longer had the same warm and pleasant expression as before.

Although his face was calm, Shen Du could feel that it was cold inside.

On the first day, he went up to him and explained to him that that day was just an accident.

The monk ignored him.

The next day, he complained that the porridge was not good, and the pickles were not good, and he wanted to change it to something else, and he would do it with some steamed buns. He was very hungry.

The monk didn't respond either.

On the third day, he deliberately dug out a Buddhist scripture, saying that he couldn't understand it, and hoped that the monk would give him some guidance and explanation.

The monk still didn't respond.

For three consecutive days, again and again, again and again!

No matter what he said or what reason he used, the other party ignored him.

Shen Du is not a temperless master, he was really angry now, and when he got angry, he didn't bother to coax him.Knowing that the monk couldn't figure it out, he simply went his own way with all his heart.

Don't look at the gag on the face, as if you are arguing with the monk all day long.

But secretly, he didn't do less than what should be done.

When the monk came, he would talk, and when the monk left, he would practice immediately.The closer to the period of the backlash attack, the faster the recovery will be, and on the third day, it has recovered to [-]% of its heyday.

It can be said that at this time, as long as he doesn't meet those top enemies in the Jianghu, he can walk sideways when he goes out.

Also on this morning, while the monk was away, he cut out a small page of rice paper and wrote it into a secret letter in small letters.Then he took out the Youshi Incense hidden on his body, quietly stood behind the bamboo house and lit it.

What burns is white incense.

In the afternoon, a snow-white Youzhi bird flew over and landed behind the house.

The body of Youzhi Bird is bigger than ordinary birds, its body is a foot long, but the color of its feathers is extremely pure and bright, and there is a protruding plume on its head, which is extraordinarily airy.

Its eyes are dark blue, like gems.

Its flying speed is particularly fast, and at its fastest, it is like a bolt of lightning.

Shen Du sat cross-legged on the Arhat's bed practicing kung fu, and when the bird of consciousness fell, he heard a movement, so he opened his eyes and got up from the bed.

As soon as the window was pushed open, he saw the bird.

Raising his hand and stretching forward, he called out, "Come here."

Youzhiniao is not afraid of people.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head, flapped his wings and flew over, landing on the window sill.

Shen Du took out the secret letter he had already prepared, sealed it in a small bamboo tube, tied it to the Youzhiniao's leg, and patted it on the head: "Go. Help me deliver this letter to the Gu Zhao."

I don't know if I understand it or not, the Youzhi Bird chirped once, then spread its wings and flew away.

The snow-white shadow flitted from the bamboo forest to the high and open sky, and soon turned into a snow-like white spot, which gradually disappeared.

The snow-white Youshi Fragrance attracts the Youshi Bird from the north.

The Youzhi Bird in the north will follow the road and fly to Pengshan, then to Gu Zhao, the number one immortal of Pengshan, and pass this letter to him.

As for the outcome, it depends on luck.

Staring at the window for a long time, Shen Du always felt ironic.

At the end of the day, what he chose to trust was not any of the subordinates of the demon way, not even Pei Wuji, but his old enemy of the righteous way who fought him to the death on the surface.

I don't know, what will Gu Zhao think when he sees this letter?

"Relying on the cliffs of the sky, going straight down the river for thousands of feet. The two moths in the sky are condensed, sorrow and hatred, when will it be extreme! Evening tide and wind are rushing, and the wine is listening to the flute."

"May I ask where the Banished Immortal is?"

"Beyond the green hills, the distant mist is green..."

Fingers tapped lightly on the window sill, Shen Du's voice, with a low smile, and a long and meaningful chant, finally slowly submerged into the cold winter air, and gradually disappeared.