The Secret History of Demon Emperor Blasphemy

Su Yezi's eyes fixed on the young monk with a scarred face who had been enshrined in the Dhamma, his eyes hesitated.

Even though he found nothing with his spiritual sense, he still had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this young monk.

Could it be... Yunqi?

Su Yezi's eyes fell on Chen again.

The disciples of the lay school had already moved one after another, and at this time several people had already walked behind Chen.Su Yezi looked at Chen and did Namaste with those disciples one by one with a very indifferent smile. His words and deeds were all calm and calm. If he was called a good disciple, Su Yezi didn't think it was awkward.

There are not many lay disciples who are still hesitating at this time, but there is still no one standing behind the true disciples of the Bodhi Temple, but there is only one monk left.

"Serving with others, it seems that it is not as good as being alone..."

Su Zizi heard two lay disciples talking in a low voice behind him.

"Could it be that you want to choose that monk? He is notoriously incompetent, and I heard that his personality is rigid and indifferent... How can such a teacher do it..."

It seemed that they had made up their minds through such persuasion, and the rest of the people no longer entangled between unpopularity and competitors, and selected the true disciples they wanted to invite, and bowed and retreated behind them.

In such a huge venue, only Su Yezi was left in the end.

From the moment Su Zizi entered this venue, compared to the nervousness and panic of other people, because of his calm and relaxed attitude as if he had walked into his own backyard, he attracted the attention of many monks.It's just that his leisurely and almost contemptuous appearance made the monks who had looked at him a little displeased.

The middle-aged monk who presided over it was one of them.

At this time, seeing that Su Yezi still hadn't made a decision, the middle-aged monk looked at him: "This benefactor, since you want to enter my Buddhist gate—"

Before the middle-aged monk finished speaking, everyone saw the corner of the handsome young man's lips twitching, and he ran towards Liaochen who was present in the arena.There are also the most lay disciples behind Liaochen. When he saw Su Yezi approaching, a trace of emotion flashed across his eyes. He clasped his hands together in front of him. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by someone——

"Master Liaochen."

Su Yezi stopped, looked at the other party, curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, this picturesque look stunned Chen and the disciples behind him, but Su Yezi didn't care, and asked nonchalantly said a sentence:

"Do you like snow scenes?"

Liaochen was stunned.

Everyone didn't notice that the only monk who was at the end of the line and had no one behind him so far took a breath after hearing Su Yezi's voice.

But at this time, Liao Chen had recovered, and put his palms together in front of his body: "The poor monk never looks good."

"Oh..." Su Zizi nodded, smiled brightly, and gave him a regretful look, "I understand."

Layman disciples: ... What do you understand? ?

Su Yezi didn't look at Chen again, turned around without hesitation, and walked towards the end of the line.

Seeing this scene, the monks and lay disciples were startled, not understanding why.

Not far behind Su Yezi, the presiding middle-aged monk's eyes were slightly cold: "Buddhism is pure, how can we allow obscene play?"

Others raised their hearts, but Su Zizi didn't care, he didn't even turn his head: "Isn't there always been a word 'fate' in Buddhism? I don't think I have a destiny with Master Liaochen, so naturally it's inconvenient to delay him." .”

"Then who is destined to be a benefactor?" the middle-aged monk said in a low voice.

Su Yezi had already walked to the end of the line at this time, he did not answer the middle-aged monk's words, but looked downcast, then he walked all the way to the side of the other party, and suddenly listened to him, laughing and joking: "It's over, Master!" ,are you……"

Liao took a half step back: "The benefactor, please—"

"There's a black ring?" Su Yezi's voice overwhelmed the other party's, and then he saw the other party's sudden stare with satisfaction.

Before the other party came back to his senses, Su Zizi raised the corners of his lips, turned around and looked at the frowning middle-aged monk: "I found it."

The middle-aged monk was still annoyed by the scene where the two were getting close before, and he didn't realize it: "What did the benefactor find?"

Su Yezi smiled:

"My destiny."

"..." Beside him, the blurred pupils dimmed.

-

After the ceremony was over, the disciples of the Bodhi Temple returned to their residences with their respective lay disciples.

Along the way, Su Zizi tried to strike up a conversation with her several times, but without exception, she received the other party's blank expression as a response, until——

Su Yezi: "Master, what is your common name? Where do you live? How many people are there?"

Got it: "..."

Su Yezi: "Master, where are we going? To your cave? Do you live alone, or do you sleep in a bunk?"

Got it: "..."

Su Yezi forced the smile on his face, and chased a few steps forward, and walked to the side of the young monk: "After master, where did you learn from?"

Originally thought that the question would still be ignored by silence, but made the monk stop.He didn't even look at Su Yezi, turned his body to one side, and saluted in a certain direction across countless temples, solemnly——

"My teacher is from the eminent monk Deyu."

"..."

Looking at the expression of "I respect and love my eminent monk and master", Su Zizi slowly, slowly ground his teeth.

...you traitor.

The rest of the way was quiet.The monk is very satisfied - but unfortunately, he still doesn't know yet, this is the "quiet journey" in exchange for the price paid in advance...

The residence of the monks soon appeared in their sight.

"—Just this little thatched hut?" Su Zizi looked at the thatched hut in front of him that seemed likely to collapse at any moment, obviously a little annoyed by the treatment of the obedient disciple in the Bodhi Temple, and thinking of the previous discussions, he felt a little distressed Look at your good disciple.

However, Liao just glanced at him indifferently and then turned his face away. This look was full of dislike for this "delicate young man".

Su Yezi: "..."

Don't stop him when he wants to clean up the door.

After a stick of incense.

The monk started his daily life in the yard outside the thatched house with a long broom.

"What are you doing?"

After the monk raised his head, the noble young man who insisted on coming back with him seemed to be tired. He was lying on the round stone in the courtyard where he usually meditated, and looked at him boredly with his chin resting on his hand.

... There is no sitting position.

There seemed to be a helpless voice in his heart that laughed and sighed.

Startled for a moment, his face was a little ugly, he lowered his gaze, and swung the broom in his hand again.

"You...do you hate me so much?"

The soft and pleasant voice sounded again, but this time it was different from before, it didn't have that itchy and helpless tiredness, but it brought a little... Lost?

Even though he had repeatedly recited the "Heart Sutra" silently, it was still difficult to restrain the voice as if it was circling in his ears over and over again. Later, he almost felt the wind blowing on the air when the man leaned over frivolously outside the main hall. There is an ambiguous breath in the ear that seems to burn people.

"..."

The broom in his hand suddenly stopped, and after a long while, the slender finger bones on it slowly stretched, and the young monk sighed in compromise.

"it's OK."

The young monk looked up——

The delicate young man lying on the boulder seemed a little surprised, his curled and slender eyelashes blinked slowly, and then, a smile floated from his eyes, and slowly spread away along the slightly hooked corners of his eyes.

The young monk couldn't help but stared blankly, and even forgot the practice in his hand.Looking at the person in front of him, he only felt a little inexplicable familiarity, and began to struggle and stir slowly in his heart that had been silent for a long time.

... This person, he seems to have known him for a long time.

"Do you like me?"

The familiar voice suddenly awakened the monk. He came back to his senses, his fair face was flushed, and the broom in his hand unconsciously accelerated a little, as if he didn't hear the other party's questioning. swept up.

The person lying on the cobblestone smiled like a fox, with slightly curved eyebrows and eyes.

... With such impetuous speed and out-of-order pulse, can it still be regarded as practice?

-

On the first day with Su Yezi, it took two hours longer than usual to complete the monk's daily practice.

When all the daily routines were over, the young monk heaved a sigh of relief, and took the scriptures to the quiet room of the Buddhist hall where he meditated.

When the door was closed, today's newly recruited lay disciple was still lying on the boulder and looking at him harmlessly, his pupils were wet and bright as if soaked in water.

Panicked for no reason, he slammed the door, hesitated for a while, went to the side to get the dusty brass lock that had not been used for a long time, and locked the door.

... There are too many distracting thoughts today, and the "Heart Sutra" needs to be recited several times.

Thinking of this, the monk calmed his mind and eased his breathing.

After a long while, he knelt on the futon and said softly: "If you can see the Buddha, you should wish all living beings... to see everything without obstructing your eyes—"

"Am I not among your sentient beings?"

The sudden sound in the ear made the young monk in the silence suddenly open his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold, his figure moved, and at the same time, his clasped palms separated, and his five fingers stood side by side and suddenly swiped horizontally——

The palm wind was like a sharp blade, and the long hair of the person who opened the mouth behind him broke off in an instant.

It's just that the palm blade stopped abruptly before it really hurt the opponent.

Facing the unchanged and undodged smile of the young master, the monk's voice was low: "...you don't want to die?"

However, the other party didn't seem to care about the strand of broken hair that had already "died" for him once. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and leaned forward. Laughter——

"Even if I don't want my life, are you...willing to lose Master?"

The figure of the young monk is slightly stiff - the bright red and alluring lips are close at hand, and even the creamy neck is exposed under the eyes. As he gets closer, he can vaguely smell the inexplicably familiar and addictive fragrance...

After a long while, the young monk finally spoke again, with a slightly cold voice: "Are you... a monster in shape?"

Su Yezi was stunned, and denied it with a smile: "Of course not," he said, the rigidity in his eyes made him playfully approach him again, "Master, why did you say that?"

"If you weren't a ghost, why did you tempt me to break the precepts?" The young monk seemed to have calmed down slowly, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were a little cold, "Don't you want to absorb the yang essence?"

Su Yezi: "...??"

The author has something to say: Su Yezi: Fuck that fucking yang essence!