The Secret History of Demon Emperor Blasphemy

After seeing the monk for a while, I always feel uneasy.

To be precise, it was after accepting the only lay disciple who was willing to follow him.

No matter what practice you do—chanting scriptures, worshiping Buddha, cleaning, adding oil, no matter where you live—quiet room, courtyard, inside the temple, outside the temple... New lay disciples can always appear in front of you at the first time .Hide, can't hide; escape, can't escape.

Knowing that the other person came here mostly for the black ring that he never left, it was still difficult for him to feel alienated or disgusted with that person.

Even though he always wanted to ignore that person—just like he didn't care about the comments and eyes of other disciples before, it didn't take long before he was drawn back into his mind.

Every movement and appearance of that clean and beautiful young man made him feel familiar, and even the slight curvature of the corners of the other's lips made him feel inexplicably close.He often loses his mind when he sees it unconsciously, and when he reacts, he can hardly calm the ripples in his heart by reciting the "Heart Sutra" a few times.

At this moment——

False and real candles reflected the drunkenness of the room, and the young monks knelt on the futons, reciting scriptures silently with their eyes closed.

And on the wooden table beside the quiet room, Su Yezi, who had just finished bathing, had her long wet hair hanging down, and she stretched out her hand to support her chin. Arms, dazzlingly white under the candlelight.

A few days ago, young monks would point out to him indifferently and calmly: You can't rely on the table to rest your jaw in the Buddhist hall, and you can't be negligent.It's just that after being asked to personally guide, the monk automatically gave up the idea of ​​​​correcting—it's too late to hide, how can he send it up by himself.

"Master."

A soft voice interrupted the silent scripture recitation, and the young man leaning on the wooden table touched his long wet hair, "Can you dry my hair for me?"

"..."

The young monk opened his eyes and looked at Su Yezi without any waves in his eyes.

"I don't have a cultivation base," Su Zizi blinked innocently, a little smile was like a little star, flickering in his dark eyes, "I have to wait for a long time, but I am really sleepy .”

The monk closed his eyes again, and the scripture in his mouth picked up where it left off: "..."

——If it is said that the other party does not have the slightest cultivation base, he will not believe it, otherwise, how could he be able to follow him immediately no matter where he goes?

It's just that he really didn't find that the other party was showing his feet...

Facing the young monk's ignorance again, Su Zizi blinked calmly. He was about to look back when he saw the sandalwood beads in the young monk's hand froze at the place where his eyes focused, and was finally taken away. stand up.The young monk stood up without emotion.

There was a long scar on his cheek, but the facial features and appearance still made Su Zizi feel very pleasing to the eye. He blinked and smiled silently, watching the other party walk slowly in front of him from the center of the Buddhist hall.

The young monk sat cross-legged across from Su Yezi across a wooden table. He stretched out his hand. His slender palm with well-defined knuckles looked neat and beautiful, but the moment before he combed his wet long hair, he was caught by the long hair. His master stopped—

"Master, don't you need a comb?"

"..."

Lifting his head with the scar on his ring, the young monk looked at Su Yezi quietly.

Faced with this person's "casually bullying" appearance, Su Zizi was a little embarrassed to tease him any more. He lightly grasped his right hand, and a sandalwood comb appeared in his palm.Su Zizi held the wooden comb and stretched it out in front of the young monk. He met the other party's calm gaze and smiled slightly: "Master, can you comb it for me by the way?"

"..." He looked down at the sandalwood comb calmly, and touched the monk's hand in the air.

The young monk didn't respond, so Su Zizi refused to put the comb back, and still looked at him with a smile.

After another stalemate for a long time, it was no surprise that it was still the young monk who compromised this time. He reached out to pick up the wooden comb in his white palm, and his fingertips inevitably rubbed against his cool skin.

The figure of the young monk paused, his fingertips were more sensitive than ever, as if he knew the lines of the man's palm well, a little inexplicable heat rushed back to his heart along the place where the two touched.

After seeing the monk, the speed at which he retracted his hand was much faster than when he came.

Su Yezi smiled so that the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.

He was a little worried about teasing people too much and scaring them away.Unexpectedly, after the young monk held the wooden comb for a while, he gently combed his long, straight hair.

The movements of the young monk were light and slow, the real essence moved slowly, and carefully dried every inch of hair, even the temperature of the mist was just right, with a slightly intoxicating thoughtfulness.

Su Zizi closed his eyes comfortably, propped his chin, and bathed in the candlelight of the Buddhist hall, let the monk with a somewhat grim face, but quiet brows and eyes, and gentle movements slowly comb his long black hair.

The atmosphere was very good, but Su Zizi suddenly thought of a disturbing question——

"You are so skillful, and I have never asked you to do it before..." He opened his eyes suspiciously, "Could it be that your master did it too?"

"..."

The finger bones of the young monk holding the wooden comb suddenly paused.

"Oh, no, he should also have no hair." Su Zizi came back to his senses by himself, and lay back on his stomach with peace of mind.

Listening to Su Yezi's voice, it was obviously considered extremely disrespectful, but he didn't get angry when he got the monk's heart, even he himself felt strange.Maybe it's because he knows that this person is really speaking unintentionally?

The young monk didn't delve into this question, and he didn't withdraw his hand until the crow-feather ink hair hung down between his fingers warmly and softly, and there was no trace of dampness anymore.

The soft strands of hair passed through his fingers, and they disappeared in an instant. The young monk was in a trance, and instinctively grasped the last strand.

Su Zizi looked over at this moment, and seeing the strand of long hair held in the palm of the young monk, he couldn't help but smile with his lips curled up: "...Why? Master, do you still want to keep a strand of hair?"

Only then did the young monk come back to his senses. Su Yezi's deliberately emphasized word "return" made him pause for a moment and then immediately withdrew his hand.

"Isn't there a strand of long hair in Master's black ring?"

Su Zizi looked at the other party's rare eyes that lost their peace, and smiled like a fox.Facing the slightly stagnant gaze of the young monk, he lightly opened his lips in a good mood, and paused every word——

"Yes, mine too."

"..."

The young monk's eyes darkened.

"Why, Master won't believe it?"

"..."

The young monk stood up suddenly, took a step back, and made a Namaste salute to the slightly startled Su Yezi——

"Yesterday, I have invited the eminent monk Deyu. Tomorrow, I will leave the temple and follow the old routine to enter the world to practice. As a lay disciple, Su benefactor must stay here. The food and clothing will be replaced by others."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Su Zizi to come back to his senses, the young monk turned around and left the Buddhist hall, and hurried away.

In the yellow candlelight behind him, Su Yezi's eyes dimmed.

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On the footpath of the Bodhi Temple, a young monk with a scarred face walked down the mountain path indifferently, facing the eyes of a group of lay disciples.

He thought that he would be disturbed by that delicate young man last night, but he didn't expect that, until he left this morning, that man looked more sad than heartbroken, quietly, refusing to say a word .

This was the situation he was looking forward to the most, but for some reason, he only felt a slight tightness in his chest... Ever since he saw the man looking like an abandoned young spirit beast, this stuffy feeling has been lingering all the time. Wrapped around his chest, it was difficult to untangle.

After silently reciting the "Heart Sutra" several times to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart, the young monk greeted the little novice who guarded the mountain at the foot of the mountain, and then chose a random direction, walked through the dense forest alone, and walked to the village in the mortal world.

Seeing the sun go half a circle in the sky, and then never reach behind the invisible green hills, relying on the speed of the true essence of the budding state, the monk finally saw the village of the mortal world before it was completely dark Mark of.

Follow the town gate and enter it. After seeing the monk, he hesitated for a while, then walked to the first house.

Begging for alms and lodging is a compulsory course for monks in all worlds, and it is no different for them. Even if they know that the other party will probably not let go because of their appearance, but the experience still cannot be avoided.

Thinking this way, the young monk knocked on the first door.

To his surprise, just after knocking on the door, the door was opened from the inside, and the peasant woman who showed her face was slightly startled when she saw his appearance, but she didn't have much reaction.

"Is the eminent monk here to stay overnight?"

After meeting the monk, he was robbed by the other party before he finished a Namaste ceremony.

"..."

Even though he had regained his composure, he still looked up at the peasant woman with a little astonishment.

But the peasant woman kindly let him out of the way: "Please come to the eminent monk, I happen to have a vacant room in my house for you to sleep in."

Even though he was puzzled, the young monk performed Namaste in a proper manner, thanked the woman politely, and walked slowly into the farmhouse after saying a word of trouble.

The peasant woman walked in front to lead the young monks, insects were buzzing in the farmhouse, and a crescent moon had climbed into the dark night sky without sound.

The stars in the sky appear and disappear, and the young monk glanced at the night calmly, his thoughts seemed to pass by a certain Buddhist hall the night before, and the sandalwood in the hall was mixed, his jaw was propped up, and his eyebrows and eyes were all raised Shui Se, looking at his young son with a smile.

The young monk lowered his eyes, and took his thoughts back from a certain hut in the Bodhi Temple that he didn't know how far away.

The peasant woman who was walking in front had already stopped, pointing to a farmhouse in front of her and said to the young monk, "Eminent monk, please rest in peace."

"Thank you." He returned the gift.

The peasant woman turned and left.

Seeing the monk's downcast eyes, he walked to the door that covered the candlelight in the room with an emotionless face, and pushed the door open.

He didn't know why, but suddenly moved.

The young monk raised his eyes, then froze——

Under the candlelight, on the simple couch, the young man with black hair hanging down like a waterfall, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, sleeping peacefully.

The author has something to say: Su Yezi: I will let you run another three thousand miles to see if you, a traitor, can turn out the palm of your teacher's palm :)