Poor Monk

It was him.

It was him.

It's him after all.

……

At the moment when the swaying oil-paper umbrella fell, blocking the falling wind and rain, and also blocking his sight, Shen Du's heart turned a thousand times, but in the end nothing remained, but such a simple word——

It's him.

that is it.

The hustle and bustle of the world is gone at this moment, the smoky smell and earthy smell mixed in the cold and humid air are all gone, replaced by the scent of sandalwood that has lingered in his old dreams for a long time .

When he raised his eyes, he could only see the corner of his snow-white robe.

There are also many people in the right path with ugly faces standing far away around them.

It was clearly a posture worthy of being an enemy of the world, but why, he couldn't feel a little worry in his heart, but was filled with a strange relaxation.

A few drops of blood stained the eyelashes, Shen Du blinked hard.

Before he lost consciousness and fell into the mud, the only thought that popped into his mind was: I couldn't beat him in his prime, but you are worthy?

Shen Du hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

He fell asleep in the mud.

The once world-renowned monk in white stood in front of him, with a slight indifference in his solemn appearance, but no matter how fierce the action was, he never let the flying swords disturb his waking dream half point.

It was a bloody night.

Also a legendary night.

In the after-dinner chats in the streets and alleys in the future, it has been exaggerated with too many fantastic and incredible colors, but only those who are present today and have fought with the monk know that everything is exaggerated on the monk's snow-white monk's robe In front of them, they all looked eclipsed.

It was clearly a merciful look with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes, but no one was able to overturn under his palm, let alone the slightest bit that he injured the demon that was already at the end of its strength.

Words cannot move, swords cannot damage!

He is like a god standing tall on the ever-bright lotus in the long night, which makes people feel no offense and blasphemy.

"Swipe Lala..."

It rained cats and dogs.

After the monk stamped his palm on Lu Fan's side across the mountain, everyone looked at each other and finally retreated in horror and fear.

The sound of rain drowned out their footsteps.

How to come, how to go.

Except for the blood scattered all over the floor and the cooled ruins of the inn behind, there was nothing left.

Yao Qing still couldn't react.

She didn't know what relationship this monk had with her Taoist master, but after seeing his terrifying cultivation level of forcing everyone back just now, she was a little afraid to go forward.

So I could only stand in the rain and watch in a daze.

Look at the monk whose snow-white monk robe was finally wet by the rain, bent down, and hugged their Taoist master, who was unconscious or exhausted, and didn't say a word to them. Then, he walked far away to the other side of the deserted city of Wufengkou.

It was clearly only three or five steps away, but the figure disappeared in an instant.

It wasn't until half a moment later that Yao Qing came to his senses, widened his eyes, and discovered the fact that she couldn't believe it: she actually watched a monk from Tianji Temple take their Taoist master away!

"Yao, Youshi Yao, we, what shall we do?"

Some people are still in a trance, just feel that they are in a dream, and quietly come up to them and ask questions in a low voice.

Yao Qing exploded immediately, and shouted: "What to do! Fuck you mother! The Taoist master is lost! Why don't you catch up and look for it!"

But where can I find it?

It's long gone.

For Shen Du, everything that happened that night seemed like a long dream.In the dream, he killed Dongfang Ji, and Dongfang Ji killed his parents, and then he suddenly turned back into that malicious young man, trembling, but watching the two people who should be closest to him die with indifference. Bleeding, dying in pain...

The dream suddenly became a nightmare.

There were bloody killings everywhere, and the flames were overwhelming. He held a knife for a while, and a sword for a while, running around in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, as if he had entered a huge maze, no matter how he walked, he couldn't find his way.

Amid all the fear and confusion, there was only a vague voice sounding in the distance, but he tried his best but couldn't hear clearly what that voice was saying.

So he chased after the voice like crazy.

For a while, I felt that it was like a bell in a temple, and for a while it was replaced by crying, and for a while, it was like a Buddhist chant of a monk reciting scriptures...

He walked for a long, long time, and listened for a long, long time, and finally reached the edge of the maze, and finally heard the voice clearly.

All illusions vanished.

There was only one bamboo house in the dream, and the monk sat on the steps with a smile and asked him, "Shen Du, do you still think that I like you?"

Not a poor monk.

it's me.

Shen Du woke up immediately, and the moment he opened his eyes, he almost thought that he had returned to the time when he was unable to escape to Bukong Mountain. After a closer look, he found that although the environment looked very similar, it was not the bamboo house of the past.

It is also a hut in the forest.

It's just more dilapidated and old-fashioned, like a place where hunters in the mountains occasionally rest, and there is a broken animal skin hanging on the leaky wall.

He was only wearing his tunic which had been dried, but was covered with a snow-white monk's robe, while his own dark purple crane cloak was hung on a bamboo pole in the corner. The pattern of the six-day demon also seemed to reduce the hostility of the past and become peaceful.

The scent of sandalwood surrounds him.

Shen Du blinked, sat up slowly, and easily felt the pain coming from the back of his heart, and only realized when he touched it with his backhand that it was the wound left by the silver hook of the Dongfang Halberd.

It's just that the silver hook is gone at this moment, and the wound has been bandaged, and there is a faint bitter smell of medicine mixed into the scent of sandalwood that fills the room.

He inexplicably laughed.

Probably because Dongfang Ji's hundred-tongued poison was so ruthless that he actually felt pain in his limbs and found it difficult to stand up.

So he yelled out without hesitation: "Monk, bald donkey!"

A moment later, there were footsteps outside the broken door.

Then there was an ear-piercing "squeak", the door was pushed open, and a tall and tall figure walked in.

As he expected, it was good.

He didn't react when he heard the "bald donkey". Press on his wrist to feel his pulse.

Shen Duyan looked at him without blinking.

When the monk pressed his pulse and was about to withdraw his hand, he grabbed it with his backhand, and looked up at him slightly: "I have something to ask you."

Shanzai rolled her eyes to look at him.

Shen Du's heart trembled immediately, but he didn't know which tendon was twitching, but he didn't let go, but instead raised his eyebrows, which seemed a bit provocative.

"Vald donkey, do you think you like me now?"

"..."

With such an unscrupulous gesture, he can open a dyeing workshop of the same street by giving him a little color. How can he still see the pathetic and pitiful appearance in the Thousand Buddha Hall that day and Wufengkou last night?

Shanzai watched him silently for a long time.

Shen Du was looked at by his eyes, it was okay at first, but after a while, he started to feel hairy, wanting to survive, thinking that it is better not to be too shameless in life, so he wanted to say, "When I didn't ask ".

But before he could open his mouth, that clear and juan face suddenly approached.

It was as if a feather had fallen on the slightly dry lips, and it was about to leave when touched, and then the monk next to his ear gave a soft "hmm", stepped back a little, and looked at him with a smile.

exploded...

All exploded!

At this moment, Shen Du's whole life of rationality was thrown away for nine days to feed the dog of Erlang Shen's family, and his mind suddenly stewed into a pot of porridge, gurgling and thinking, even the pinnae of his ears turned red. .

Subconsciously, he blurted out: "He, monk, when did your mind get caught by the door?"

Chapter 86 Lie and Mantra┃The withered Chunlan lay quietly and intact in his compassionate palm.

"..."

A moment of silence.

As soon as Shen Du said the words, he realized that he wanted to give himself two slaps, and without thinking about it, he changed his words: "No, no, my brain is trapped by the door!"

The monk's gaze deepened a little.

But after all, he is not a person who is entangled in these trivial words, so he didn't answer any words, but calmly took Shen Du's hand away from him, put it back to its original position, and then got up .

"I'll go get the medicine."

Shen Du was sitting on the broken bed with the monk's robes on his body, he watched him go out for a long while before he felt the slightly hot temperature on his cheeks.

At this moment, I felt that I was really caught by the door.

I've done more drastic things, a kiss counts as fart!What's there to be ashamed of!

It's just that although I warned myself in my heart, once my racing head stops, I will recall the kiss that was so light as if it was a dream, and the monk's deep and mellow voice...

Fuck you uncle.

He raised his hand to press his thin lips, only to realize that his hand was shaking a little, and his heart was beating surprisingly fast.

It was not until after a while that the monk came in with a bowl of boiled medicine that he managed to calm down, but somehow he didn't dare to talk to the monk.

As soon as the medicine was handed over, he took it and drank it himself.

It is clearly a medicine that can make people's tongue bitter. If he drank it in the past, he would frown and dislike it, and even put it aside and stopped drinking it. But today, he didn't know whether he was absent-minded or he had something to do with it. He drank it clean after a while in a trance.

Shanzai is not a talkative person.

So he just watched Shen Du finish drinking the medicine, took the somewhat broken medicine bowl from his hand, and then went out the door again.

Shen Du then felt that the present is really very similar to the past.

At that time, he was also besieged, almost to the point of desperation, and died in such a useless way unwilling to be reconciled, so he desperately tried to escape to the Zhige stele of Tianji Temple.

When I woke up again, I was in the monk's bamboo house.

It was also so badly injured that he could barely move, and it was also the monk who poured out medicine and pretended to be dumb.

Thinking of this, Shen Du couldn't help being a little angry: This bald donkey is clearly a normal person and can speak normally, so why did he ask "Are you unable to speak" at that time, and he actually admitted it!

And that "no words" sign...

What the hell are they all about?

He began to frown and think, staring at the sky and landscape outside the broken window in a daze, and didn't look back until the footsteps came again.

This time it's not medicine, it's porridge.

The most common porridge is just stewed with some vegetables and shiitake mushrooms, so it has a warm aroma.

At this time, Shen Du had already drank the medicine, and he felt that the numbness, itching, and pain between his limbs had subsided a lot, and his strength had returned, so he got up carefully.

The wound on his back was a little painful, but it was nothing to him.

It was just that after standing up, he was blown by the incoming wind and felt a little cold, so he picked up the monk's robe that had fallen on the broken bed, put it on himself naturally, and walked towards the monk.

There was a small table made of wooden pier in the corner of the room, and two low stools that looked broken. The monks brought the porridge and put it on the table, with a clean wooden spoon leaning against the porridge bowl.

There is only one bowl of porridge and one spoon.

Shen Dujue sat down, took the spoon, took a mouthful and ate it, and couldn't stop laughing after taking a mouthful, and asked him with a blink of an eye, "Did you cook it?"

"Eat without a word or sleep without a word."

Shanzai didn't answer him, just walked out the door again, this time without closing the door.So Shen Du saw the overgrown weeds outside, the low hillside, and also saw the monk without robe sitting cross-legged on the clean stone, his eyes lowered.

This is meditation.

"laugh."

Pretend.

Shen Du, who was not very happy, slandered, knowing that the monk was afraid that he would not talk to him until he had finished the porridge, so he really stopped talking and buried his head in drinking the porridge.

It was already afternoon.

From last night's surprise attack on Tianshui League to now, it can be said that he hasn't eaten a single drop of rice. In addition, he was seriously injured, so he drank the bland and tasteless porridge very quickly.

When he put down the spoon, he felt a bit full.

I didn't think about anything while drinking porridge.

For example, how did I get here, what happened to Yao Qing and the others on the demon path, did Gu Zhao arrive in the end, what kind of expression he would have if he arrived, and Dongfang Ji's white tongue...

But when he looked up and saw the monk again, all his thoughts disappeared.

Shen Du got up and walked out.

The field of vision is widened.

This place should be a mountain not far from Wufengkou. It can be seen that the shape of the mountain is not as majestic as that of Bukong Mountain, and it is not as beautiful as that near the Buddhist temple. However, a shabby house is on this small hillside. , but there is a sense of seclusion and seclusion with a sense of smoke and fire.

The monk is still meditating.

The slender fingers slowly clasped the string of agarwood beads, turning them one by one. It was clearly such an ordinary picture, but Shen Du could see a kind of peace and tranquility.

As the battle turns and the stars move, the ideal remains unchanged.

"Hello, monk."

He walked over and naturally sat on the low part of the stone where the monk was sitting, then tilted his head to look at him.

"I still have something to ask."

Shanzai paused for a while while turning the fingers of the prayer beads, turned his eyes to look at him, but guessed what he was going to ask, and said: "You ask."

Shen Du raised his eyebrows: "When I asked you if you couldn't speak, why did you nod? And why did you wear a sign of 'no words' on your body? Did you see my identity and deliberately deceive me? ?”

It was clear that he had misunderstood himself, but Shanzai smiled as if he was asking a teacher for his fault, "I practice 'closed mouth meditation', and 'not speaking' means telling others that I don't speak. All living beings reincarnate, and all karma follows Body, speech, and mind arise from the three, if you cultivate your body, shut your mouth, and stop your mind, then no crime will be born and no karma will arise.”

Shut up?

Shen Du really didn't know anything about Buddhism, so he didn't feel too much after listening to him talk like this, so he asked with a smile, "Then you have already cultivated? Why are you talking again now?"

"..."

Shanzai pursed his straight lips slightly, looked at him after his question, there was a moment of silence, and then shook his head.

"It hasn't been completed yet."

"Will there be any impact if you don't cultivate?"

Shen Du didn't think about this matter at all, but after asking this question, he thought of another one, and in the blink of an eye, he only folded his palms on Shanzai's left knee where he was sitting cross-legged, and rested his chin Get up and look at him from below.

"I remember that you still cultivated your body?"

The fingers pinching the Buddha beads tightened a little, Shanzai looked down at the person leaning on his lap, only felt that there was a smile hidden in his eyes, for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was proud or narrow-minded.

It's just that the slanted eyes are alluring like a monster.

So he also laughed out loud, and said in a low voice: "Even if you haven't cultivated all kinds of methods, you can't beat me with just one hand."

What do you mean by "If I give you one hand, you can't beat me"? !

At this moment, Shen Du was almost excited to jump up from the ground by this sentence, and he was about to fight this monk three to five times to see if he could compete!

But when I really wanted to jump up, I gritted my teeth and endured it again.

Ten thousand words in his heart, "You are paralyzed", have already cursed out, but he still has to admit that what the monk said is right, this bald donkey is so strong that people want to strangle him to death!

The previous smile was a little stiff.

All the guilt Shen Ducai felt for a moment was suppressed, and he gritted his teeth with a smirk: "I suddenly want to know when you fell in love with me. It wasn't 'fucking me' or 'crossing', but I like it. Monk, answer me?"

"There are truths and lies, which one do you want to hear?"

Shanzai didn't mind his attitude at the moment, and didn't even have any special reaction after hearing his sentence "Go up to me", but just looked at him with lowered eyebrows, and answered like this.

Shen Du frowned suddenly: "Don't you monks not tell lies? How can there be truth and lies?"

Shanzai stopped talking.

Inexplicably, Shen Du was a little apprehensive.

When Mingming asked, he was so courageous that he could pierce the sky, and when he really wanted to let him choose, he also had a suspicion of "did the dead bald donkey dig a hole for me to jump into?" After thinking twice, he finally said: "Listen to the fake first." If a lie is good, I won't listen to the truth."

Shanzai laughed.

Looking at Shen Du's obviously not calm but still trying to be calm at this moment, what comes to mind is the blood stains on his body when he was rescued in the stream in front of the mountain that day when he went out of the mountain gate and fell into the floating water. Here, he is a monster, but he is also in a mess...

At that time, he remembered that Buddhist gatha that he never understood.

Sludge is always the lotus country, and the nectar is poured into the bottle and the palm is fragrant.

"The lie is: the word love starts at the very end. I don't know it when I start it, but it's hard to understand it when I know it. Saving you is like saving a jackal. If you don't know it, you will be a cheap person. My mortal body is not a child of the Buddha. So day after day, I am brooding on my heart, saying insincerely, knowing that getting over you is a waste of effort, or creating an extra murder for the world, but I can't bear to get through. When there are conflicts in love, it is time to be able to distinguish them and to be free. Night."

The lotus blooms and falls for only a moment, and Fanxin moves with the flick of his fingers.

The monk looked at him with downcast eyes, and saw that he was stunned and didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand, and felt a little helpless in his heart.

This person really has no roots of wisdom and has elm lumps.

So I was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so I had to add a superficial sentence: "Monks don't tell lies, so let me tell you that what I just said is all lies."

The monk said, what I said was a lie.

The monk also said that monks do not lie, so what they said just now were all lies.

Shen Du was stunned.

The two words that seemed to be the same before and after suddenly went back and forth in his mind, and finally made his mouth dry, his face flushed, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest!

I can't even speak!

When he opened his mouth again, there was a bit of insatiable taste of "die is dead": "Then, what about the truth?"

truth...

Shanzai stared at him for a long time this time, looking at the reddish corners of his eyes, as if a stone had been thrown into an ancient well, just like the day when he left Bukong Mountain and went to the bamboo house to open the painting...

My heart is surging and it is difficult to calm down.

He reached into the snow-white monk's sleeve, took out something, said nothing, with a pair of clear eyes lowered, he only spread five fingers and palms to the person leaning on his lap.

The sky is bright and the mountains are windy.

The light green petals were half open, and the withered Chunlan lay peacefully and intact in his merciful palm.

Chapter 87 Disclosure┃In broad daylight, I threw myself into the arms of a monk who had kept the rules and precepts.

Shanzai grew up in a Buddhist monastery. From a very young age, he always listened to his older teachers and uncles chanting scriptures and practicing Zen.Probably because of his natural intelligence, as others have said, he has a pair of wise eyes and a wise heart. All the scriptures and exercises are memorized by memory, and he can learn it immediately.

It's just that he has never been exposed to the outside world.

As a result, I don't always understand the good and evil and right and wrong written in the scriptures, and I basically get stuck on paper.

Until one year, when he was young and ignorant, his stubborn temperament naturally arose, and he did several wrong things.

He took the fish from the lotus pond in the back mountain to the shore, and placed them on the stones beside the lotus pond, watching the scorching sun shining on the fish, watching the fish struggling hard, but no matter what, it couldn't jump back into the water. Instead, it is getting farther and farther away from the lotus pond.

In the end, he opened his mouth in vain and died on the hot stone.

He also caught the birds resting on the trees, and tied their slender claws with thin ropes, so that they could only hang on the trees and could not fly away, so they could not hunt or satisfy their hunger.

So after a period of time, only the bony skeleton was left hanging on the tree.

And those ants that are always crawling all over the mountain.

They are as small as dust, and any child who has no power to restrain them can easily kill them, let alone him?

Randomly strangle a few of them, and then place the corpses in their path, and watch their kind crawl over and linger beside their corpses...

……

Such evil deeds originate from the inherent "evil" in human nature, and are naive malice that are ignorant of the world.

Because of his strength, he can slaughter other existences at will;

Because of its weakness, other existences cannot resist such slaughter.

The principle of "the weak prey on the strong" in the world was easily imprinted in his mind in such a natural evil. Even if he was later imprisoned or even punished by the masters and uncles of the Zen Academy, he never forgot.

It was only later that it also converged.

One is because the monastery has its own rules and regulations. Although he didn’t understand where he was wrong, he still had to abide by the rules; the second was because when he got older, he went down the mountain with other older monks to see the turmoil of the mortal world. Looking at the sufferings of all living beings, I only feel that there is no difference between people in the world and fish, flying birds, ants, etc. in those days.

Then I realized why the masters of the Chanyuan were heartbroken and angry when they saw what he did and hurt, and why they punished him. They also knew what is "good" and what is "evil" in this world.

And because I know it, I always reflect on myself.

Everyone's nature has good and evil, but because he was born in a Buddhist monastery, all he saw was good, but he had uncontrollable thoughts about the "evil" that he seldom touched.

But the more so, the more self-warning.

Just because ants do evil, even if they try their best, they can't make too much waves; while the strong among people do evil, they only need to flip their hands and hands, and they can make the same kind and others fall into catastrophe.

Any unrestrained power should not exist.

People all over the world only know that the strong can always move freely, nothing can block them, and no one can defeat them, but they don't know that the stronger the person, the more restrained he is.

Especially those who have evil intentions and are very tyrannical.

If this is not the case, it is nothing more than harming oneself, the most fearful thing is not only harming oneself but also harming others.

So even though there are all kinds of troublesome thoughts in his heart, Shanzai never dared to indulge himself, and buried himself in the Buddhist scriptures day by day, trying to get the enlightenment of the supreme holy solution from it.

But it never occurred to him—

Will meet Shen Du.

A notorious and murderous big devil, a monster who frightens most people in the rivers and lakes when he mentions it.

He didn't even think that when he met this person, he was already at the end of his strength, and with his last breath, he staggered from outside the canyon to the Zhige stele, and then fell down slumped.

At that time, he was standing in front of the second mountain gate.

What he saw in his eyes was not some demon or dao master who was seriously injured, but a kind of evil with a slanted sword and a will to do it his own way.

So he rescued him.

He was neither seen by anyone nor told to anyone in the monastery. He just collected medicines for him to cure his illness and gave him meals. Full of nonsense, true and false banter.

If so, the heart is like an ancient well without waves.

Until that day, in front of him, he purposely crushed that little ant to death with bamboo chopsticks as if against him...

He was angry for the first time.

It's just that years of rigorous practice have allowed him to control his anger well, and he didn't do anything to him because of it, let alone punish him like his uncle punished him back then. He just took the food that was originally brought to him, and only A bowl of rice was left.

After returning to the Hall of Thousand Buddhas that night, he felt dazed even while reciting the scriptures. He just sat in front of the altar and thought about why people in this world who are inherently evil are so devoted to goodness and self-reflection every day. People plunge into the abyss of evil karma without repentance?

Shen Du asked him, are you willing to ferry me?

He shook his head and gave him the answer, unwilling.

But when he saw that day that he casually drew the picture of Chunlan and threw it on the desk, he had a different kind of thought.

Picked up the pen, but stood in front of the case for a long time.

Then fell the butterfly waiting for the orchid to bloom.

Shan Zai thought, after all, he is contradictory, he was born in contradiction, after all, he is like all living beings in this world, unable to escape.

When the pen is written, the crime has been convicted.

It's just that at that time, I just thought that I couldn't bear it, and even when I destroyed my body under his gaze, I didn't have any doubts about my own thoughts, until I saw the one left on the Thousand Buddha Hall after he stole the Buddhist beads. Eight words, only to feel pain and anger, and actually give birth to hatred for no reason.

Afterwards, I only heard that Shen Du, a high-ranking demon Taoist master, had completely recovered his cultivation base, destroyed two sects in a row with one person, and caused all kinds of murders outside Bukong Mountain, and returned to the rivers and lakes to continue to stir up the bloody situation.

Sword Cottage, Eight Arrays, The World Meeting...

Then he forced himself up to Bukong Mountain with that supreme demonic attitude, rebellious and presumptuous, and dared to speak nonsense in front of the Buddha.

He knew at that time that he had moved his heart, but he has always been a person whose reason suppresses his impulses. One is a demon, mixed in the way of demons, unwilling to do good;

This is the opposite.

Therefore, when he pressed him in front of the Buddha, he was angry, and for the first time he did not suppress the evil thoughts crawling out of his gloomy heart.

Temptation is not unsolvable.

Just like how he has suppressed evil thoughts, cultivated a kind heart, and done good deeds in the past ten years of penance, even if he was momentarily lost, he could suppress this reckless heart, repent in front of the ancient Qingdeng Buddha, and let the worldly thoughts be buried in ashes .

So until Shen Du left, he never appeared again.

I thought everything would end here and the dust settled, but who would have expected that on such a random afternoon, with a random thought, he walked into the bamboo house that was no longer inhabited, and saw That painting, and that half-opened orchid...

All boundaries collapsed.

All the things that had been suppressed before were rekindled in his heart ten times and a hundred times, turning the world upside down.

Just such a small orchid...

"That's my answer."

His gaze fell on the withered orchid, the corners of his lips never fell, his voice was pure and peaceful in the mountain wind.

At such a moment, Shen Du couldn't understand his eyes.

He just felt that there were too many complex emotions hidden in it, and he was a fool who knew nothing about Buddhist scriptures, so he couldn't interpret them at all, so he simply didn't interpret them.

Because there is no need at all.

He only needs to see clearly that the bottom of these eyes only reflects his own outline at this moment, which is enough.

The heart becomes hot and hot.

Shen Dugou was so daring that he couldn't control himself at all, so he straightened up and pressed him to kiss him at this moment.

Breathing was chaotic and short, just like the turbulent mood at this moment.

The monk's smiling thin lips were printed on the soft and trembling lips, and the hot and bold red tip of the tongue was sent along his slightly parted lips. chaos.

Shen Du thought, he is shameless.

In broad daylight, throwing yourself into the arms of a monk who had abided by the pure Buddhist rules and precepts was too much to fuck.