Poor Monk

After nightfall, there are not many monks in the monastery.

Today, people from the rivers and lakes who went to Bukong Mountain and lived in the Buddhist monastery would not be so ignorant of the rules, and they would still walk around on other people's land late at night, so there were not many people.

There is only Shen Du alone in the Tao.

In fact, he is not familiar with the road of this Tianji Temple. Gein entered this place twice in the past, he broke into it secretly, and sneaked from a high place in the Temple.So at this moment, walking on the narrow path between the courtyards of the meditation room, he actually had the illusion that it was difficult to distinguish the direction.

Fortunately, he still knows the location of the Thousand Buddha Hall.

He clearly remembered the day when he fought against Shanzai in the night, Shanzai chased him out from the main hall and stood on the top of a Buddhist pagoda.

That pagoda is the tallest building in the entire Zen garden, no matter where you stand in the Zen garden, you can see it.

Even now it's dark.

With Shen Du's eyesight, he could still distinguish the outline of the pagoda from the dark blur.

The Thousand Buddha Hall is near the pagoda.

Shen Du couldn't tell what was going on in his mind all the way, he seemed to be thinking about what to say to the monk, and then thinking about how to explain what happened when he went up the mountain today, but when he really came close, he raised his head and saw the monk who was buried deep in the mountain. The hall in the night suddenly collapsed like an ice and snow avalanche.

There is nothing in the whole person's head.

The main hall, which originally depicted many Buddhist allusions, vaguely still looks like a month ago. In the darkness, the appearance of all gods, Buddhas and monsters is blurred, only the warm yellow light comes from the half-hidden hall door.

A dark figure elongated on the window paper.

Shen Du only felt that he was suddenly stabbed by something, and his footsteps also stopped.

It wasn't until this moment that he remembered: How dare he come here without asking a word or asking anything?

As if he was sure he would be here at this moment.

Or he didn't know where else to look for him other than here.

So he sneered inexplicably, laughed at himself in his heart, stood outside the hall and watched for a while, finally stepped up the steps, and walked in through the half-hidden doors.

The footsteps were soft.

But this hall was too quiet, so even the sound of such footsteps seemed noisy and disturbing.

The walls around the Hall of Thousand Buddhas are filled with various Buddha statues, big and small, and Shakyamuni Buddha is right in the center, almost as high as the entire hall.

There is a circle of painted Buddha light around his Buddha head.

The five fingers of the wide and thick Buddha's palm formed a gesture of grasping a flower, as if a flower was blown down by the wind and fell into his palm.

But behind him, there was deep darkness.

The candle lights in the hall tonight did not seem to be fully lit, so it looked a little dim when it shone on the spacious hall.

Even taking Shen Du to look at the Buddha statues around him, he felt faint.

Only the figure of the monk in the hall is so clear.

Shanzai heard footsteps, but he didn't turn his head, just like any other day after evening class, he tidied up the incense table in an orderly manner.

The red sandalwood incense case is heavy and strong, carved with lotus patterns.

The scriptures that he usually recited were put aside by him and placed beside the incense burner. Every sentence on the opened pages was Bodhi Prajna.

Shen Du stood behind him and watched for a long time, until he saw that he had packed everything up and raised his hand to pick up the scripture, then he smiled: "The door of the palace is kept open, because I know I'm coming; I know I want to come, but I am still slow to pay respects to the Buddha. Don’t you have all kinds of rules and regulations in Buddhism? It’s fine when you don’t see me, but you still have the face to stand in front of the Buddha. You are not ashamed, but you are not afraid that the Buddha will panic when he sees you ?"

The voice is gentle, but the tone is sharp.

Shen Du couldn't tell exactly which tendon he was suffering from, and what kind of demon he was possessed by. He clearly wanted to reason with him and coax him.But many times when he came in, the monks didn't respond to him, which really made him think that he shouldn't come.

So full of malice pierced out like a sharp knife.

Shanzai was still wearing the snow-white robes he wore when he fought against him this morning, when he heard his words, his fingertips just touched the scriptures, and he stopped slowly.

In silence, the protruding five fingers retracted one by one.

He finally turned around, looked at Shen Du, saw his pale face that did not conceal his anger, and saw his sharp yet mocking eyes.

How could there be such a natural person as him in the world?

It was obvious that he saved his life, tricked him, stole the Buddhist beads, and today even forced him to go to the Tianji Temple to clean up everything a wicked person can do.

But right now, he stood here confidently and questioned him.

"Benefactor Shen came here late at night, do you just want to talk to this poor monk?" Shanzai didn't answer his words, just looked back at him with calm eyes, and asked.

Shen Du sneered: "Why, can't you mention it? Did you mention these dirty words in front of your pious and trustworthy Buddha and insult you, a temple full of gods and Buddhas?"

Shanzai didn't answer.

It's just that when he heard his more frivolous and reckless tone, he finally couldn't help it, frowned slightly, and the light in his eyes was slightly cold.

"Don't talk again?"

Seeing his silent appearance, Shen Du became very angry, and couldn't help but think of the days when he pretended to be dumb in the back mountain bamboo house.

"Pretending to be dumb and you pretending to be addicted? I was the one-eyed man who was blind. I didn't see that the seemingly honest monk was the most treacherous and cunning. His conspiracy and calculation skills were thousands of times and hundreds of times deeper than those trash on my demon path! The Tianji Chanyuan, which transcends martial arts, is not only powerful in martial arts, but even the bald donkeys who come out of this courtyard are so powerful—"

"The pure place of Buddhism, Lord Shen, be careful with your words."

Yue Mo felt that what he said was becoming more and more outrageous, and Shan Zai finally couldn't listen to it anymore, so he relaxed his slightly frowning brows, but the Buddhist beads in his palm were clenched tightly.

The familiar disapproval in Shen Du's eyes has quietly surfaced.

That's the look...

Shen Du remembered it very clearly: "A pure place of Buddhism? What about a pure place of Buddhism? The Japanese Taoist master wanted to tell you, what is it to crush an insignificant ant? Even a living person, This Daoist has also killed hundreds of thousands! You are a pure place of Buddhism, I come and go whenever I want! Why do you, a monk who likes me, dare to stand in front of the Buddha with a clear conscience and tell me to shut up?! "

"Master Shen..."

The word "almsgiver" quietly disappeared from Shanzai's mouth again, and layers of frost formed in his calm eyes, and even these three words became lifeless.

This is undoubtedly a warning.

But why did Shen Du put monks in his eyes?

He just poured out his grievances on his own, which was obviously extreme and unreasonable, but when he spoke, he felt an unspeakable bitterness, like a knife cutting him, making his eyes red with pain: "Monk , I don't like your duplicity. Didn't you just want to try me in the battle in front of the mountain gate today? Now you saw it. I lost, I couldn't bear to kill you, I lost face in front of both good and evil, I People are cheap and hearts are cheap! Even if you deceive me like this, I can't control myself. Monk, I like you, and you are not ruthless to me, why don't you want to go with me?"

Why don't you go with him?

Shanzai himself had thought about such a question for a long time.But for the rest of his life, he was nothing more than fighting against himself.

"Salvation is nothing more than overcoming hardships. Donors are inherently intelligent, so why bother to be obsessed?"

"Why bother to be obsessed?"

When Shen Du heard his words, he really felt that his heart was being crushed, and he raised his eyes to look into his eyes, as if he wanted to see through him, see through him, see through him thoroughly!

"You mean, everything in the past was just a thought of mercy, saving me and saving me, without any personal feelings? Then tell me—"

His voice suddenly rose, and the sarcasm that hurt others and himself in his words finally turned into the sharpest sword: "Tell me! Who broke the rules and regulations that day? Fuck you 1 I can't do it too Is it cool?!"

A straightforward and presumptuous sentence without the slightest concealment!

He almost used the dirtiest and filthiest words to tear open the blurred window paper between the two, revealing that short but true past nakedly!

It exploded in people's ears, and it also exploded in this hall full of gods and Buddhas!

"boom!"

However, what responded to Shen Du was just a slap that suddenly broke out after being suppressed!

It seems that he was finally irritated by his words that are not taboo at all, and it seems that the previous patience has reached the extreme.

On weekdays, the benevolent and kind-hearted monk had no expression on his face, as cold as every Buddha statue in this temple without warmth.

His palm was much sharper and stronger than when he was fighting in the daytime.

Shen Du almost easily glimpsed the situation when he entered the palace at night and fought against him that day, and the sense of crisis immediately rose, but the monk suddenly raised his voice, how could he resist it?

It was only a moment of resistance to slap out with a palm, and then he was hit back hard!

The moment the palms intersected, the powerful and neutral internal force surged from the monk's palm like a sea, and violently crashed into the meridians in his body!

Suddenly, Shen Du lost control of himself.

The power of Zhongzheng in Buddhism is the nemesis of Liuhe Shenjue in his body, not to mention that he has practiced the exercises in the Buddhist beads these days, and the balance of his body's meridians is already fragile.

As soon as that thick internal force was urged, it actually attracted the power of the mysterious technique that was forcibly suppressed by him.

The three forces mixed together in his body in an instant, destroying the precarious balance!

Shen Du suddenly lost his strength.

Almost at the same time when his face turned pale and his blood was running wildly, the monk's slender and cold five fingers clasped the left side of the neck, and pressed hard on the incense table in front of him!

The narrow waist was forced to bend, and the lotus pattern on the corner of the case was pasted on the right cheek.

"what are you doing!"

Shocked and angry, he coughed and wanted to struggle to get up, but the collapsed exercises could no longer provide him with half the internal force to check and balance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could only catch a glimpse of the snow-white sleeve robe hanging down by the monk.

The palm that didn't touch the smoke and fire was pressed quietly on the side of Shen Du's neck like this, and he could feel the flow of his blood, but at such a moment, the quietness was too mysterious, and there was even a danger of making people feel flustered.

Shanzai looked down at him like this.

It was like looking down at all the birds, beasts, insects, fishes and all the weak beings of the six realms that he saw when he was young.

He wanted to ask him: How much do you know about me, that you dare to like me like this?

But after all, I didn't ask.

Shen Du couldn't see his expression, he just felt flustered, and all the clothes on his body were taken off unexpectedly, and then he heard a strange smile that he couldn't tell whether it was bitterness, sigh or ridicule, but at this moment it reached his ears His words were as psychedelic as if they were floating on the sea, hiding a bit of cold indifference: "Do you think, do I like you?"