Poor Monk

"..."

Ask for meat in front of a monk.

Only then did the monk bring the porridge to his bedside, but the moment he heard this sentence, his whole body paused.

He raised his eyes to look at him.

He had never seen such a look on other people's faces.

Playful, slightly malicious, as if talking about ordinary things, clarifying his own needs, but inexplicably there is a taste of teasing and indecent.

When I fell asleep with him, I was like two different people.

"Why, am I wrong?"

Although Tianji Temple seldom set foot in the rivers and lakes, it is not that there are no temples outside. Shen Du is not interested in Buddhist affairs, but it is impossible for him not to know that monks abide by the clear rules and do not eat meat.

He did it on purpose.

Seeing that the monk looked at him, there seemed to be a feeling of disapproval in his eyes, but instead he got a little excited and provoked him more and more.

"I have injuries on my body. It is not enough to just eat your porridge. Besides, you are a monk and I will not be a monk. How do you say that? Help people to the end and send Buddha to the west. Although I am not a merciful god and Buddha , but monks are merciful, you can't see how my injury is getting worse, can you?"

In fact, he already had the strength to say so many words, and he could barely put on such a chic posture. His injury was much better than last night.

It is unbearable to drink plain porridge.

But if you compare it with eating meat, there is actually not much difference.

For Shen Du, the most difficult thing is the Liuhe Shenjue.

But he would not say these words.

People are boring, they have to find some fun for themselves.Undoubtedly, the dumb monk in front of him is a great pleasure.

Not only because of his words, but also because of his unprovoked malicious gesture, the monk frowned slightly.

His eyebrows are also pretty.

Not as sharp and cold as Shen Du, but only the peace and pity of a bodhisattva when he lowered his eyebrows, even if he frowns, there is no trace of hostility.

Shen Du was inevitably a little fascinated.

He kind of wants to take a tube of lake brush and trace these two eyebrows on the paper so that they can be seen clearly. How can they be so beautiful?

But when I raised my finger like this, I realized that if I drew it alone, it would lose that taste.

It was as if, such two eyebrows, only on this monk's face, and only together with his eyes, could they be so beautiful.

It's just that the monk ignored him.

He didn't pay attention to his eyes either.

He just loosened his brows slowly, walked over still carrying the porridge, and handed the bowl to Shen Du.

Shen Du subconsciously raised his hand to take it.

But when he held onto the wooden spoon to stir in the steaming bowl, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and infinite subtlety arose in his heart.

"You know that my injury has recovered a lot?"

He couldn't lift his arms last night, so even the porridge was fed by this monk.But just now he directly handed the porridge bowl to himself.

Are you sure he can take it?

still is……

"Tsk, are you angry, so you don't bother to feed me porridge?"

After handing over the porridge bowl, the monk had already turned around, and when he heard his two words, he looked back at him.

In this glance, there is a bit of ice and snow.

But it disappeared in an instant, and Shen Du almost felt that it was his own illusion, because the next moment he found that these eyes were the same as before, and the ancient well was not disturbed.

The monk is dumb, even if he has some thoughts in his heart, he may not be able to say anything, let alone Shen Du doesn't think there is any big problem with what he said.

The only problem was his irrepressible malice.

Some people are born bad.

Like him.

The lives of others are worthless, only your own life is precious; after sitting in a high position for a long time, the pain of the past will be forgotten, and the pain of others will be regarded as pleasure.

There are always people in the world who curse him, that one day he will die without a whole body.

But Shen Du never cared.

It's enough to be happy while alive, and death is just a moment of pain, so what does it matter if you don't have a whole body?

So he is evil, but also unscrupulous.

The attitude towards people is the same as the attitude towards this monk.

The more he knew that he was dumb, and the more he knew that the other party was merciful, the more he wanted to talk to him, and the more he wanted to find something to bully him.

Seeing that the monk ignored him, Shen Du smiled, raised his arms, and took two mouthfuls of porridge to drink, but he didn't look away.

Still looking at the monk.

"Are you in charge of the elixir and medicine house of Tianji Temple? I think your medical skills are good. You should have saved me at the Zhige Monument, right? If I am a villain who is a big treacherous and evil person, I will wake up." Kill you, what do you do..."

This is very scheming.

It seemed that he wasn't some kind of treacherous person in the first place, but just worried about the monk's safety, making such an assumption.

But in fact, he was originally the big villain that most people in the world wanted to kill.

If Gu Zhao, who is familiar with his nature, was here, he would have sneered and scolded "totally hypocritical".

But this bald donkey doesn't know.

Shen Du squinted his eyes while talking, feeling so comfortable.

The monk naturally heard everything he said.

It just didn't respond.

He didn't know if he was really angry, or he didn't care what Shen Du said at all, he just walked over calmly and sat down in front of the table.

There is a simple bookshelf next to it, and some scriptures are scattered in it.

The monk only spread a layer of rice paper on the case, then rolled up his sleeves and robes, poured water and rubbed the ink, and spread out a volume of scriptures on the case, picked up a pen and began to copy.

Shen Du was stunned for a moment.

In this bamboo house, apart from the faint smell of white sandalwood fragrance and the monk himself in a moon-white monk robe, there is actually no connection between Buddhism and Tianji Temple at all.

But at the moment when he sat down to copy the scriptures...

The light in the window cracks, one by one.

The room was actually a bit dark, but the monk happened to be sitting in front of the window, and the winter sunlight passed through the gap, falling on his shoulders, on his neck, and on his hand holding the small brush. superior.

There is a kind of lazy Zen.

Such a focused demeanor...

He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

Those who will make their minds dark and lonely, can't help being jealous of the scriptures and scriptures that are staring at them like this.

At this moment, Shen Du knew very clearly that no matter what he said, the monk would not talk to him until he finished copying.

So he didn't waste his energy and went on talking.

After finishing the porridge, he casually placed the empty bowl in the vacant place beside the bed.

Then start thinking about eating meat...

No, think about your own injuries.

Liuhe Shenjue is a very domineering technique.

Even though Shen Du hated the embarrassment it caused him when it backfired, he had to admit that it really had the qualifications to make him endure all of this.

It's just that now he doesn't have a single meridian.

As long as one meridian can be re-opened, a gap can be opened. With the miraculous effect of the Liuhe Divine Art, he can slowly open up the rest of the meridians.

In this way, even if the cultivation base cannot be completely restored, it is not far behind.

Meridians, meridians...

It really gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Besides, there were other things that bothered him even more: such a big incident happened, what is the situation in Yaomo Dao now?How many people make trouble?How many people are waiting to kill him?

Even if part of the meridians can be repaired, part of the strength can be recovered, and people can go out from the bamboo house where the news is blocked, but there may not be no one ambushing outside the Tianji Temple.

After all, his escape route was too clear.

It would be a good way to ask Yaomodao for help and get in touch with Jian Tianya again.Can……

It’s different in the past.

After all, Shen Du still remembered the knife stabbed in the back, and the scarlet cloud and thunder pattern on the knife...

The name of the knife is "No Wound".

It was the knife he gave Pei Wuji.

It is the sword that Pei Wuji never leaves.

Who is plotting against him?

Is it Pei Wuji?

If it wasn't for Pei Wuji, how could the knife be in the hands of others, and what happened to Pei Wuji himself?

In the past, he called the wind and called for the rain, and once he was in trouble, he realized that although the rivers and lakes were big, there were almost no people worthy of his trust.

Except myself.

At this moment, the only person he can trust is himself, and only this Divine Art of Heaven and Earth that has made the world fearful, saved his countless lives, and brought him ten years of humiliation.

"On the 27th..."

Shen Du read aloud quietly, feeling that his heart was being tormented.

"Gududu..."

There was a slight sound of water.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the monk who was copying scriptures by the table had already put down his pen, but lifted the teapot that was placed aside, and poured water into a clean cup.

Seven points full.

Then he picked it up to drink.

Shen Du shouted: "Don't drink!"

"..."

The monk paused, seemingly surprised, and looked up at him.

Peaceful, clear eyes.

Even the neck is like a jade carving.

Shen Du's eyes lingered on his Adam's apple for a moment, and somehow moved to his lips, remembering that the bald donkey just ignored his request for meat, after all, he still didn't suppress the faint unhappiness in his heart.

So the words that were supposed to be stopped were swallowed back into the stomach.

He smiled half-authentically, and pointed at the teapot on the table with his hand, and said coolly, "To tell you the truth, I just poisoned this pot."

... Poisoned?

The monk lowered his eyes and glanced at the cold but still clear water in the cup, showing no signs of being poisoned.

He only thought that the person rescued from Zhigebei and Putixi had a bad temper and liked to joke, so he ignored him.

The cup came to his lips, and he drank the water slowly.

Shen Du's gaze suddenly became weird when he looked at him, and he couldn't hold it back, nestled in the warm quilt, and laughed out loud.

I've seen stupid, I've never seen such stupid!

Tell him not to drink!

"Hahaha, you, you monks of Tianji Temple, don't you really know that people's hearts are sinister? I told you it's poisonous, you bald donkey, you still dare to drink it! Laugh, laugh to death..."

"..."

The monk drank the water and didn't feel anything unusual.

So he really didn't understand the reason for Shen Du's reaction, let alone what was so funny about it.

If you can't figure it out, you simply don't think about it.

He only put down the cup, and carefully and meticulously cleaned up the table and case. The scripture scrolls he had just dug out were put back on the bookshelf, and the rice paper that had been spread out and copied scriptures was also gathered up.

It seems to be going.

Shen Du was still laughing.

There is even an inexplicable difficulty in controlling it.

It wasn't until the monk stepped up and passed by his bed that he grabbed the corner of the other's sleeve robe. Because he laughed so hard, his body was still trembling, and he couldn't even take back the weird smile on his face.

"Hey."

The monk couldn't help but stop, holding the scriptures he had copied, and looked down at him.

Shen Duwei looked up at him, his eyes full of teasing and teasing, he slightly restrained his smile, and said seriously: "Do you know what you drank just now?"

"..."

The monk was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Shen Du narrowed his eyes, and apologized solemnly: "I'm really sorry, I didn't know you had to drink the water in the pot, so when I woke up this morning to drink water - I drank directly from the spout of……"

When he reached the last sentence, he deliberately slowed down his speech.

The seven words "drinking directly from the spout" became especially clear in this slowness, and people couldn't ignore it!

Dongche's eyes fell on the monk without hesitation.

Then, it was easy to notice——

At the moment when he spoke, the monk who had always been calm and calm, his slender body suddenly froze for a moment.

Shen Du suddenly felt gratified, and the smile that he had suppressed earlier came out again immediately.

Even louder than before.

As usual, he would feel disgusted if anyone tried to drink from his used cup.

So every time when Liuhe Shenju backfired, Pei Wuji always wanted to get close to him, and he was not sure.

But at this moment, probably because the disgust was passed on to other people, he didn't feel that disgusting anymore.

Anyway, it wasn't me who drank the saliva of others.

want to laugh.

I especially want to laugh!

Even when he laughed so hard that the wounds on his body started to ache, he couldn't stop, after all, the bald donkey was stiff for a moment just now...

Real, so real.

"I reminded you..."

While smiling, he also excused himself without any sincerity.

The monk stood motionless beside his bed, the previous stiffness and embarrassment slowly faded away amidst Shen Du's uncontrollable laughter.

A pair of eyes looked at him, but they became deeper and deeper.

After all, he still couldn't stand for long.

When Shen Du smiled, he had already let go of his sleeve robe, so he opened the door and walked out holding the scriptures and carrying the food box.

Compared with his calm pace when he came, that footstep seemed to be a little faster.

The laughter in the room didn't stop.

When he was about to leave under the eaves of the bamboo house, there was a voice from inside that still had a smile, and it was hard to tell whether it was hot or cold, a joke or a threat.

"Monk, I'm not a good person. I advise you to cure me within 27 days. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be eaten alive, until there's not even a bone left..."

"..."

The monk's footsteps paused again, and he couldn't understand the meaning of Shen Du's words, but he felt that the water he drank just now had turned into burning coals, burning up his throat, heart and lungs.

An extremely strange feeling.

……

The monk finally left.

The smile on Shen Du's face also gradually faded away, replaced by an expressionless and cold face.

What I said just now was not a joke.

He got up, and thought carefully about the whole house after the monk left.

In the wooden cabinet in the corner, he saw his blood-stained robe, and the Chuihong Sword kept beside him, still stained with blood.

Stretching out a hand to touch the wide sleeve robe, it was a slightly thick and soft touch.

So I know it's still there.

After calming down for a while, Shen Du's slender fingers slowly brushed across the sheath of the Chuihong Sword, and the brilliance in his eyes flickered.

In the end, he still didn't move the sleeve or the sword, and closed the cabinet door again.

At this time, it is not suitable to act rashly.

If you contact outsiders rashly, God knows whether it is a rescuer or a killer...

The best thing is to know what's going on outside as soon as possible.

After thinking for a while, Shen Du looked out of the window again, at the high mountain and the Buddhist temple surrounded by clouds and fog on the mountain.

Tianji Temple...

Since he has such a detached position in the arena, it is impossible to know everything, right?

A few strange thoughts suddenly came to mind.

Shen Du thought of those words circulating in the rivers and lakes, the cloud-like masters of Tianji Temple, the wise monk Shanzai who was "shocked as a heavenly man" for the intruder, and also remembered the 16-year-old man in the Thousand Buddha Hall. Three volumes of Buddhist collections...

"If you can go inside and explore..."