Poor Monk

Shanzai kissed him back.

It doesn't seem very intense, no matter what kind of action there is a strange sense of tenderness, between the lips and tongue, it becomes ambiguous and moist, and there seems to be some kind of fire in the vagueness, to stick this moment together The two of them burned out.

Just didn't do anything in the end.

One is that Shanzai is calm and restrained, and has no outrageous behavior other than kissing him back;

The second is...

After panting and kissing, Shen Du tasted the "punishment of impulsiveness", and almost frowned while pulling away from the monk's shoulder, grinning his teeth and letting out a "hiss".

Shanzai saw it, and stretched out his hand just right to help him, in case he knelt on the rock unsteadily and fell down.

It's just that the smile on his lips swayed uncontrollably.

For a moment, there was a little bit of anxiety: "What's wrong?"

Why are you paralyzed!

Shen Du could hear the faint smile in his words, remembering the intensity of throwing himself into his arms before, his face turned red with embarrassment, so he simply rolled his eyes and endured the pain to adjust. In his own posture, he helped his waist, and lay down on the monk's legs sitting cross-legged.

He spoke again but was frustrated: "Back pain..."

The Dongfang Halberd's attack was to kill him, the sharp silver hook wedged into the flesh, even if he was in a coma before, taking it out would definitely hurt him even more.

No matter how good the medicine is, I have to recover, and I still feel pain now.

Just now he rushed forward on the spur of the moment, but he forgot the pain before the injury healed, and he tossed and pulled it to the ground, and he could bear it without falling down, so how could he even have the slightest desire to make trouble?

Shanzai then lowered his eyes, put away the half-opened withered orchid, and put his palm on the wound on his back, and the gentle internal force surged inward.

After a while, Shen Du felt comfortable.

But after the pain stopped for a while, he lay on the monk's lap and didn't move, and he didn't speak, his eyelids drooped, and the thick long eyelashes cast a deep shadow under the eyelids, giving off a strange gloom.

The wind moves the clouds.

The skylight is covered by moving cloud shadows, casting outlines of uncertain light and shadow on the green distant mountains. Occasionally, birds fly under the stratus clouds, like a dot of ink in the sky.

Shen Du then felt a kind of nostalgia.

He blinked, smiled inexplicably, and then said "Hi", without looking up, he asked, "Am I going to die?"

The monk's fingers stiffened slightly, but he didn't answer.

Shen Du then stretched out his hand, traced the lines extending on the rock under them, and asked a more direct question: "Then what is the poisonous tongue, if you are not sure, Dongfang Ji will not use it against me You said, how long can I live?"

"..."

Shanzai couldn't see his expression, but felt that the softer Shen Du's voice was, the more he seemed to be indifferent, the more a heart-piercing pain would spread in his body.

He heard his hoarse voice: "How long do you want to live?"

What is "how long do you want to live"?

As if he could live if he wanted to.

Shen Du wanted to roll his eyes, but for some reason he didn't. He was silent for a while before saying: "I used to be very afraid of death, but I also felt that life was very tormented. Now that I am in this situation, life and death are not seen very lightly. In the past, I just To be alive is to live now. Monk, I just want to be with you when I am still alive."

A small hillside.

A dilapidated wooden house.

a big rock.

The monk was sitting on the stone, and he was leaning on the monk's lap. The snow-white monk's robe was casually covered on his body. They were clearly two people with different identities. That's how it should be, nothing unnatural.

Shen Du immediately thought of Wu Sheng and Lu Feixian.

I still remember that when he and Gu Zhao went to Yiyang City to see the so-called descendants of martial arts, the two talked about Lou Dongwang and Lu Feixian many years ago, and he suddenly asked Gu Zhao: Back then, Lu Feixian only had about one year left , but met Wu Sheng, what did she think at that time?

Based on this sentence, Gu Zhao guessed that he was going to die, but did not answer the question.

In the current situation, he still doesn't know what Lu Feixian thought when he met the martial saint back then, but for him, a person who has stirred up all the troubles in the world and seen all life and death in the world, he has only a piece of calmness .

Whoever I desire also desires me.

What could be more pleasing in the world than this one?

Death is actually not a frightening thing, what is frightening is that when you are about to die, not only your hands are empty, but your heart is also empty, and it is as if you have not lived.

"Monk, can you promise me one thing?"

An ant crawled over on the grass, and just followed the grain of the stone to Shen Du's fingertips, so he stopped, looked at the ant, and asked him suddenly.

The monk turned his eyes and saw the ant.

He looked at Shen Du's fingertips, didn't move, and only asked him, "What's the matter?"

The little ant crawled over the transparent nail cover of Shen Du's ring finger, and crawled around his finger, before finding the correct old path, and then crawled away from under his palm.

The sky was shining on the back of his hand, and there was a strange purple in the winding veins.

Shen Du stared at the faint purple for a while, and then said: "Don't go back to the monastery, and don't go to get the relics. Before I die, you don't leave, stay with me, okay?"

It can be saved for a while, but it cannot be saved for a lifetime.

The Hundred Tongue Strange Poison is just a knife forced to the throat, if it is temporarily removed, the Liuhe Shenju is also a sharp sword hanging on his neck, and it will fall down soon.

He was a man who deserved to die.

A person is dying and has been selfish for a lifetime, so why not be selfish again?

He all knew that there was a real Buddha relic in the karma pagoda, which could cure all poisons, so how could Shanzai not know?But he didn't want him to go.

He just wanted the monk to be by his side until he died.

It's just that after he said this, Shanzai didn't speak for a long time, and Shen Du couldn't see his expression, he just thought he was angry, but he didn't try to persuade him, just relying on his liking for him, he asked stubbornly: "Ask you, OK?"

"..."

It was still a long silence.

It was so long that Shen Du thought that he was really angry and would ignore him, only then did he hear that low and hoarse voice: "Okay."

So Shen Du was finally happy.

Having been short of sleep for years, he started talking about something else, like a student in a school or a novice in a Buddhist monastery, he asked him for advice from the old man who chopped firewood he had heard before, and asked him to talk about it. Tell him a sentence.

Only after listening to a few words, he fell asleep again.

Staying by the monk's side, he seemed to be able to sleep peacefully all the time, without all the shadows of swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, the fierce and hostile aura that had been forged by the bloody storm faded away, showing a kind of peace and tranquility like a sunny day after rain.

For the next few days, they didn't just stay in this wooden house.

Wufengkou is already located at the junction of southeast and northwest, which can be regarded as located in the Central Plains, with mountains to the west and north, and plains and water villages to the east and south.

Shen Du couldn't wait, and wanted to go out and see and play.

He has been a monster for ten years, and he deals with bloody killings every day. It seems exciting, but it is actually boring.Seeing that there are only a few days to live now, naturally I don’t want to worry about it anymore, I just deliberately don’t ask about the news in the Jianghu, thinking that everyone has their own destiny, without him, the demon will not die, and the martial arts will not die. will fall.

So just play to your heart's content.

I've been to the Lantern Festival in Yingdu City, swam in the Green Palace in Taixu Lake, seen the sunrise on Mount Izumo, and even took Shanzai to the Eight Arrays.

Needless to say, Xuan Hesheng almost dropped his jaw in shock.

The rivers and lakes have exploded these days, because Shanzai, the Hui monk of Tianji Temple, suddenly appeared and rescued the big devil Shen Du from Lu Fan, the owner of Xiefeng Villa. When he found something else, he tore off the mask worn on the face of Chi Yin, who had lost his head, and exposed the fact that this young leader had always been the closed disciple of the previous demon Taoist master, that is, senior brother Shen Du, Dongfang Ji. .

But Shen Du and Shanzai just disappeared.

Who would have thought that they would suddenly appear in the eight formations?

Before Xuan He was born, he was obsessed with formations and was extremely curious about Shen Du, so he bet with Shen Du with the Snow Deer Sword. After betting for him for a while, he finally lost to Shen Du. He broke the formation and took the Xuelu away sword.

Suddenly seeing him appear, with a monk beside him, his expression was wonderful.

It's just that Shen Du didn't bother to talk to him, and asked him to set up the formation bluntly, saying that he wanted a friend of his own to try to see if he could break the formation within half an hour.

What kind of proud person is Xuan Hesheng?

How could someone be able to break through the formation he had carefully arranged within half an hour?Knowing that it was an aggressive method, he still fell for it.

Moreover, what is even more shocking is that the monk brought by Shen Du actually broke all his formations within half an hour...

Not a scum left.

At that moment, even Xuan Hesheng, who has always been known as an unpredictable genius, had the idea of ​​committing suicide, and even wanted to immediately expose the news that Shen Du, the big devil, was in the Eight Arrays. To everyone in the world, let the righteous hypocrites rush over and hack him to death!

But before he could put this idea into action, that bastard Shen Du had already left with his monk gracefully.

Xuanhe was so angry that he fainted.

So the fuck are you here just to bring someone to humiliate me? !

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard..."

On the pier by the river, Shen Du, who had recovered from his injuries a lot, stepped onto the boat, but he couldn't stop laughing. If he hadn't supported the shoulder of the monk beside him, he might have fallen into the water right now.

"Did you see his expression just now? Let him pretend in front of me..."

Going back to the diagram of the eight formations, it took Shen Du a long time to break the formations.

After he came out, Xuan He still frowned, saying that this formation could be better, and that he would not be able to get out for ten days and a half months the next time he came.

How did you expect that the slap in the face came so quickly?

Shen Du was purely idle and had nothing to do, just happened to be passing by the Eight Arrays, thinking that he had lived such a happy life before his death, no matter what he did, he would have to make others unhappy, so he ran to make things difficult for Xuan Hesheng .

Shanzai knew him.

Although he felt that this seemed not very good, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he let him go.

Now it is dusk, the setting sun is about to end, only a little bright red shadow is spread on the clear green river, the sparkling waves shatter the light and shadow, most of the small sails are docked at the ferry, only a few late-returning fishing boats hang I got on the fishing lantern and was still on the way back.

The two boarded the small boat with the black awning and went down the river.

After watching Jiang Jing in the middle of the night, Shen Du began to feel sleepy, so Shanzai stopped the boat and leaned against the reeds by the river, lay with him in the narrow boat, and fell asleep listening to the sound of the river flowing.

He is a disciple of Buddhism, even though he left the monastery, it is not that he has ceased to follow the Buddha, not to mention the rigorous and self-restrained habits he developed since childhood.

The posture of people lying down is very beautiful.

It's just that the more he was like this, the more Shen Du couldn't sleep.

The sound of the wind blowing over the reeds was very obvious, mixed with the sound of the river flowing, but it couldn't hide the sound of his heartbeat at this moment.

Sleeping with monks is really a kind of torture.

These days, Shen Du has seen his own nature clearly. From the first day when the monk slept next to him, all kinds of dirty thoughts in his mind have not gone down.

God knows how hard it is to fall asleep!

Just the intentional or unintentional touch of the limbs can make his mouth dry, and the desire for love can't be suppressed at all.

In fact, Shen Du hasn't slept at night these days.

He wanted to make a move on the monk, but he would be pressed down by the monk halfway. He could see that he couldn't eat, but the monk was doing it for his own good, so he couldn't say anything, so he had to endure it.

Over the past few days, he didn't have the slightest bit of excessive indulgence, but now there is a circle of black and white, it looks like he hasn't done any serious business all day long.

Shen Du was very depressed.

It was the same tonight, lay down beside the monk in a well-behaved manner, then stared at the low roof of the boat, and heard the smooth and gentle breathing of the monk beside him, the anger came up inexplicably.

Why can't I sleep when he sleeps? !

The more you think, the more angry you become.

The vengeance arose at once.

Shen Du gritted his teeth, and secretly said that he couldn't take it anymore: I can't sleep today, and no one can fucking sleep!

Once the thought popped up, I couldn't suppress it.

He turned his head and glanced at the monk beside him. Some of the moonlight reflected by the river outside was reflected on his clear silhouette, which looked like the most perfect sculpture in the Buddhist hall.

So he used both hands and feet, turned over like an octopus, took off his obscene pants, and sat between his waist and abdomen with his bare legs.Then he took off his clothes, pressed his slender fingers on his strong and broad chest, and looked down at the monk who had been awakened by him and opened his eyes: "Don't sleep, wake up, I want to fuck you."