Poor Monk

rustling...

In the silence, there is only the sound of the wind passing through the bamboo sea.

They are clearly only five steps apart, and only the bamboo chopstick is upside down in the middle, but it seems to be separated by a chasm and a moat.

This end is Shen Du, and the other end is a monk.

No one spoke.

Shen Du just raised his chin slightly indifferently and without hesitation, his eyes showed a kind of indifference, the world of mortals are all games, and all living beings are ants.

"Tick."

A drop of blood dripped down the edge of the food box and touched the damp bamboo leaves, which was shocking.

The monk watched Shen Du for a long time.

Shen Du also looked at him for a long time.

The corner of his robe was blown by the wind, but his body remained motionless, like a moss-covered stele in a forest of steles, or like a carved Buddha statue on a mountain wall.

During the long silence, Shen Du thought that he was going to leave.

After all, this kind of "killing" in front of a monk, he knows without thinking, it is much more serious than drinking and eating meat.

Unexpectedly, he did not leave.

Not only did he not leave, but he even walked up to him.

The palm holding the food box loosened slightly, and a little blood came out again, but the monk didn't look down, just put the food box down and opened it.

Shen Du glanced inside and raised his eyebrows: "Eight Treasure Duck?"

It's not very big, the outer skin looks very crispy, and the stomach is full of things, some of which dripped out and flowed into the white plate, looking very attractive.

Even if you are not hungry at first, you can see that you are hungry now.

The monk brought it out, and also brought out the white rice below.

Except for the bloody palm that was stabbed just now, there was nothing unusual on his face, as if he didn't see anything just now, and Shen Du didn't do anything.

A pair of clean Hsinchu chopsticks are placed next to the food box.

Shen Du took a look, and was actually a little surprised by the monk's attitude: he thought that the other party was very unhappy.

Unexpectedly, this also endured.

For a while, I couldn't say I was satisfied.

Maybe there is a gap?

After all, he originally thought that the monk would get angry and have an attack, but he just endured it, which made his expectations and guesses come to nothing.

So the boring feeling came up again.

Shen Du casually took the pair of Hsinchu chopsticks in his hands, and wanted to reach out to the Eight Treasure Duck placed on the steps.

"If you want to make this dish, the best one is Hangzhou Jufulou, that's called—huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, the ending sound suddenly rose.

He raised his eyes in surprise, looked at the monk standing in front of him, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"what are you doing?!"

The monk lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, ignoring him at all.

After taking out the white rice pressed at the bottom of the food box and putting it away, he actually brought back the plate of eight-treasure duck that he just took out!

On the steps, there was only a bowl of white rice left.

Shen Du's chopsticks were stretched out and held in mid-air, but he didn't even touch the slightest bit of meat.

He was stunned.

This……

What means?

He looked at the monk with a somewhat stagnant expression.

The monk still didn't look at him, just pursed his lips, covered the food box again, turned around and left.

It was just that he stopped when he passed the bamboo chopsticks that fell by Shen Dujiao's side.

The panicked ants had already dispersed.

The tip of the bamboo chopsticks was still stained with the corpse of one of their companions, but none of the ants stopped to pay attention.

The monk lowered his eyebrows and watched for a moment.

Then bent down and picked up this bamboo chopstick.

The Buddha beads held in his palm collided with the bamboo chopsticks, shaking and making a small sound.

Shen Du's eyes fell on the string of Buddhist beads uncontrollably, and of course he also noticed the slightly stiff fingers of the monk.

It seems natural, but it is not.

It was obvious that he was trying to restrain something.

After getting up, he didn't look back.

Usually, when this hour comes, he will stay, or make medicine, or go to collect medicine with a medicine basket on his back.

But today, he chose to leave.

The twilight is all in one, and the sky has already darkened.

The figure of the monk seemed to have been tainted with a bit of coldness by the sudden winter night, which could not be dispelled by the always warm moonlight.

Soon, no one could be seen at the end of the mountain road.

There are no lamps in the bamboo house.

The whole world suddenly became extremely dark.

Shen Du was still holding the new pair of clean bamboo chopsticks, sitting under the eaves of the steps, with the lonely bowl of white rice beside him.

It's plain funny.

But in the darkness, the expression on his face slowly sank, and a thin layer of frost gradually formed at the bottom of his dark and deep eyes.

After a long time, he burst out laughing.

With a "snap", he threw the clean bamboo chopsticks on the steps and rolled down beside a bowl of white rice.

"This bald donkey..."

Shen Du was talking to himself, the voice was low, with a kind of indescribable coldness and irony.

"Shame on your face. I don't want his life, but he dares to starve me!"

It's nothing more than crushing an ant to death, so I want to let him eat this white rice, and look at the posture that he doesn't even plan to change the medicine.

that……

If he really knew his identity and what he had done, what kind of expression would he have?

He is a big devil with blood on his hands, it doesn't matter if he kills the living, good and bad, what is an ant?

Shen alone can't look down on Zhengdao's gang of sanctimonious hypocrites.

In his opinion, the monk's preoccupied behaviors are uncomfortable no matter how he looks at them.

The deep hostility that came out when he crushed the ant to death earlier floated up from his eyes again.

Accompanying it was the evil thoughts that could not be suppressed.

The more he saw such compassionate people as monks, the more he wanted to do something extraordinarily cruel, and appreciate their tolerance and pain.

Shen Du has never been a good person.

He has always said "I would rather teach me to bear the people of the world than to teach the world to bear me", right now all kinds of distracting thoughts in his heart are churning, but his face is as calm as water.

After throwing away the chopsticks, he didn't even bother to look at the steaming white rice. He got up from the steps and plunged into the forest.

If it was two days ago, this monk could really starve him.

But now that his cultivation base has returned by one-third, it is really easy to get some food in this mountain.

It's a pity that Cai Cai didn't react fast enough to catch up with the bald donkey in time.

Otherwise, you can take the opportunity to visit the Buddhist temple at night.

But it doesn't matter, the future is long.He also left a bowl of rice for him, which proves that the monk will come tomorrow.He has plenty of time to spend with him before the Liuhe God Art backfires!

Chapter 9 I don't care about all the people, I don't care about him in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I don't care about it alone;

That night, Shen Du walked around in the forest for a long time, and with his ability, he easily caught a stupid roe deer.

Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet?

When I was away from home, it's not like I haven't seen those subordinates, especially Pei Wuji, taking care of these trivial things.

He thought it was very simple.

It's nothing more than disemboweling the belly, peeling the skin, inserting a branch, and lighting a fire to roast it.

When it is ripe, it will be able to satisfy one's hunger.

A little thing.He can practice Liuhe Shenjue, so he is afraid of this?

But the truth is often heartbreaking.

Looking at the blackened meat, Shen Du resisted the urge to throw it away, and leaned forward to take a bite.

Just a sip.

"vomit……"

At this moment, an unprecedented horror experience swept him, making all his super restraint vanish.

With a flick of his head, he spit it out.

Can't believe it!

The outside has been scorched and pitch-black, but the inside is still bloody raw meat when bitten open!

Shen Du almost vomited out his lunch!

"Is there such a big gap between people?"

He clearly remembered that when Pei Wuji baked these things, it was the same process, but with a little more seasoning in bottles and cans sprinkled on it, the cooking was similar to that of a chef in a restaurant.

But it's in my hands...

I can't eat it.

Staring at the stupid roe deer in his hand, Shen Du finally developed a little self-awareness about his "cooking skills", and slowly put it down.

The fire in front of him burned very quickly, and then died down after a while.

The mountain wind was very strong at night, whizzing through the mountains.

Opposite is Bukong Mountain.

As soon as you look up, you can see the dim or brilliant lights on the mountainside, spreading towards the top of the mountain, with a faint sense of brilliance.

Shen alone sat on a protruding rock on this mountain, and the lights burning in Tianji Temple reflected in his dark eyes.

Divine light flickered.

In the end, there was a low sigh: "Mistake..."

It shouldn't, it really shouldn't.

He was already a hypocritical and shameless person, why did he forget the way of survival in this world after spending two days of leisure in hiding in the mountains?

At that time, it was true that the ant should not be killed.

It's not because the ant has no grudge against him and shouldn't be killed, but because the consequences of killing the ant are not what Shen Du wants to bear.

Knowing that the bald donkey has compassion in mind...

Why did he suddenly show his true nature in front of him?

When it's time to be hypocritical and put on a show, you have to be hypocritical and put on a show.

Frowning slowly, Shen sat alone in the cold wind, thinking for a long time, and at the same time considered the possibility that his craftsmanship could quickly improve to Pei Wuji's level within two or three days.

In the end, he chose to accept his fate.

"My hands were not born to do this kind of thing..."

With a mutter in his mouth, it was a word of comfort to himself, he got up, directly knocked out the fire that had shrunk in front of him, stepped on the sparks, and then returned along the original road.

It was a very cold day, and I went out for a long time again.

When Shen Du returned to the bamboo house, the originally hot bowl of white rice had already been completely cooled.He picked it up and touched it, but felt resentful and in a bad mood again, so he just put it back under the eaves.

So he lay on the Arhat bed and almost didn't sleep all night.

—Of course I was hungry.

Fortunately, he is a martial artist, so it's okay not to eat for one or two meals, and it's okay not to sleep for a night or two.

But it's just a little uncomfortable.

And in the morning, the hunger gradually passed away, and apart from feeling a little weaker, I didn't feel much anymore.

The monks still came at noon.

At that time, the bored Shen Du was sitting in front of the desk where he often copied scriptures, and he picked up a brush and drew on the spread rice paper.

The painting is an orchid.

A small clump.

It grows next to the mountain road made of stones, the stretched leaves have a kind of pure style, and the surrounding ink is stained with snow marks.The refreshing turquoise calyx blooms on the thin branches.

One, one, and another.

It was clearly the clump of Chunlan he saw when he followed the monk up the mountain that day but was blocked by a formation.It is called Chunlan, but it blooms in winter, which means "Chunxin".

only……

In this painting, there is a little bit of difference.

A cluster of spring orchids, other flowers are blooming well, only the orchid in the middle of the painting is still in bud.

The green orchid calyx is closed in the middle and closed tightly.

Looking at it, it looks like a small lantern, and it also faintly looks like a prison, trying to lock something inside and prevent it from coming out.

The whole painting was originally beautiful.

But this unopened orchid is too eye-catching.

At first glance, it seems that there is a kind of fierce aloofness, and there is also a kind of indifference that doesn't care about everything around him, which is ruthless, fierce, and lonely.

I don't care about his spring, summer, autumn and winter;

With a light brush stroke, the last orchid leaf was stretched, and Shen Du silently looked at the painting, or rather the unopened orchid in the middle.

After a long time, I finally put down my pen.

The monk had actually been in the house for a while.

It's just that Shen Du was painting, he saw it, and didn't bother him out of politeness.And after the incident of crushing the ants to death yesterday, there is really no need to bother.

He took the food box and walked to the table.

Shen Du almost subconsciously wanted to ask what to eat, but before he could ask, the monk had already brought out the contents of the food box——

A bowl of porridge and a dish of vegetables.

It was exactly what he ate in the two days when he just woke up, even the bowl of porridge remained the same!

This dead bald donkey!

What's the meaning!

His pupils suddenly constricted, and a bit of dark hostility rose up from the bottom of his eyes, but when he thought of his miserable situation when he went up the mountain to look for food last night, he couldn't help but resist the urge to attack.

Reason overwhelmed anger.

So it becomes hypocritical.

Although Shen Du wished to slap the ignorant bald donkey in front of him to death with his palm, but there was a slight smile on his face, as if he was apologetic, and he said: "Master Buyan, what happened yesterday was caused by my fascination for a while. , I'm very sorry."

"..."

This is the second time the monk has heard him apologize in the past [-] days.

The fingers that were packing the food box paused slightly, and he stopped.A pair of pupils like black jade ancient wells were fixed, and the light in his eyes flicked past the scar on his palm, and then looked at Shen Du.

He was wearing a pure black silk robe, which he had finely mended with a needle and thread in his spare time a few days ago. It was stacked with the dark silver patterns on the sleeves and neckline, but nothing could be seen.

The overall is refined and the cuffs are gathered.

Shen Du in the room did not wear the dark purple crane cloak outside, his slender figure was outlined by a black leather belt embroidered with dark purple patterns, forming a beautiful waistline.

He didn't stand very straight, and he seemed a little casual.

He didn't look like the legendary Daoist Daoist at all, that murderous and ruthless big devil, on the contrary, he looked like a romantic young man strolling in the courtyard.

But a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes are deep, cold and unoffensive.

What he said in his mouth was "I'm sorry", and the expression on his face seemed to be apologetic.

But under these eyes...

He couldn't see the slightest bit of shame and remorse, but instead there was a deep ruthlessness.

The Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle, and sacrificed himself to feed the tiger, just for the word "crossing", regardless of the danger; but the man in front of him is more fierce than the eagle and more dangerous than the tiger.

If you are willing to cut your flesh and sacrifice your life, you can survive.

If you fail to cross, you will be eaten by eagles and devoured by tigers in vain, and you will bury your Buddha heart.

That being the case—

There are many living beings in the world who seek relief from suffering, so why bother to cross them?

waste time.

One thought is persistent, letting go is the Buddha.

The monk stared at Shen Du for a long time, his eyes were clear and clear, and his wisdom was faint. After all, he shook his head slowly, as if sighing that rotten wood is hard to carve, and iron and stone are not warm.

He ignored his apology.

As soon as the food box is mentioned, the footsteps are taken, and they go as they came.