marry a monk

When Mohannad sits in the lotus position, the stars move and the seasons change.Half a year later, the mountains in front of me are green, the water is clear, and the sun is shining brightly outside the window, and the heat waves are pressing.Although his sitting is not thousands of years old, it is completely different in thousands of mountains and rivers.

Antai was the happiest when he was in samadhi. He didn't have to live a life of fear with Xiao Momo. He ate, drank and had fun with Si Qinan all day long. He lived a rich and nourishing life. After half a year, he gained a lot of weight.

Siqin Desheng was not idle either, he was busy investigating the evidence of Siqin Boye's rebellion, and at the same time was guarding the Mohanad courtyard.Although I can't see him, it's enough to know that he is well.

The prince is not lonely in the courtyard, planting flowers, trees, practicing swords, listening to the wind and rain, reading, playing chess, tasting tea, and playing the piano.

The blue wind faces each other, and the willow leaves often surround you.The falling flowers are independent, and the little swifts are flying together.There is nothing to do in the courtyard, and the taste of the world is brewed into tea.A song to ask my beloved, is the flower and the moon a white song?

Mohanad finally came out of samadhi, with long black hair in a mess, a thick beard, a pair of eyes that became brighter because of the silence, and a good complexion on his face.

Gently pushed open the window and looked at the green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds outside, stretched for a long time, and shouted: "An'an." No one answered, so she couldn't help getting out of bed and opening the door.

Pushing open the door, I was stunned, when was the yard full of flowers and plants?Flowers are blooming all over the place.This Antai is not bad, he has not been idle during my retreat, he actually planted so many flowers and plants, he really knows my heart and knows that I like plants.

"An'an..." He yelled and walked out when he heard the sound of digging the soil in front of him.

The earth planer turned his head, his eyes met, and he was stunned.What is Antai in front of him, it is clearly Siqin Desheng.

What is he doing here? Could it be that he planted the flowers and plants in the courtyard?

I saw the soil all over his body, holding the hoe in both hands, are the weeds he just cleared under his feet?The clean white robe was stained with mud.He looked at himself in surprise, as if he didn't know him.

"What's the matter with you?" Mohanad stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, so as to attract his unblinking gaze.

"You..." The hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and Siqin Desheng hurried over to hold his hand tightly: "Come out?" His tone was full of surprise.

"Well, it's out." Mohanad smiled at him, reuniting his long-lost smile.

"How's the poison on your body?" Said, Siqin Desheng opened his palm.

Mohanad opened his palm obediently, the faint black mass on his palm before could hardly be noticed if he didn't look carefully, and his hand regained its previous warmth, softness, and smoothness like jade.

"That's great." Siqin Desheng raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were full of tenderness and joy.

"You planted the flowers and plants in this yard?" Mohannad looked disbelieving.

"Hmm." He responded softly.

"You have been here all this time?"

"No, come here when you are free."

"You used to dislike flowers and plants, are you not afraid now?"

"As long as it's not placed in front of the nose, it's fine from a distance."

Mohanad held him backhanded, looked at him quietly, and felt peaceful and joyful in his heart. In this world, it is a great blessing in life to have such a confidant by his side.

Of course, he couldn't let Siqin Desheng feel that he was secretly helping him feel his pulse.I have been sitting for half a year, how is he doing in the past six months, is he in good health?

The pulse condition can explain everything.Fortunately, in the past six months, his asthma has not worsened, and his body is basically fine.

"Little Momo..." In the front yard, Antai seemed to feel something, and cheered and trotted over to hug Mohanad, laughing: "Little Momo, you finally came out, you miss me so much."

"Well, it's out." Mohanad patted him on the back.

"Let An An see what you look like?" An Tai looked Mohanad up and down: "The eyes are brighter, the skin is whiter and healthier. But, but your hair?"

"Little Momo...your hair..." Antai pointed at Mohanad's head and laughed.

"My hair?" Mohanad pointed to himself, "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Look at yourself, what do you look like?" An Tai pushed him into the room.

"What's it like?" Mohanad asked with a confused face.

Go into the house and take a picture with the bronze mirror.It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you laugh out loud.

"Has my hair grown so long? Half a year? How long has it grown in half a year? And a beard, thick and thick? If it was before, how many times would I have to shave my head?" He looked in disbelief.

Mohanad sat down: "An'an, help me shave my hair."

"No, little Momo likes flowers, insects, birds and animals so much. When he is out of the house, he will show your messy hair and let homeless birds make a nest on his head."

"Ha, Antai, are you making fun of me too? Come and help me shave my hair." Mohanad smiled and handed over a razor.

"I don't think it's necessary. It's good. After leaving the Holy Palace, I'm no longer a monk there. It's not wrong to have long hair."

Siqin Desheng took the knife in his hand, thinking about how to let him grow his hair long, and then get used to it before returning to vulgarity.

"That's right, don't shave it, keep your hair back and be a normal person." An Taiying co-authored.

"What, so I'm not a normal person?" Mohanad laughed at Antai.

"Come on, An An let Xiao Momo see if you have become handsome?" He called An Tai over.

Antai obediently squatted in front of Mohanad, holding his thighs with both hands and looking at him: "Antai has not become handsome, but has become fatter." He said coquettishly.

"I didn't get fat before, but I have gained weight in the past six months. I must be greedy." Mohanad nodded his forehead.

"The food outside here is better than the Holy Palace." An Tai smiled happily.

Seeing the two of them talking to themselves with contempt and intimacy, Siqin Desheng couldn't help but lower the corner of his mouth.

"Little Momo, tell me quickly, what did you gain from sitting in meditation for half a year?" An Tai asked, "I haven't seen you retreat for so long in the Holy Palace before."

"It's a great harvest, but let's talk about it later, your little Momo is very hungry now, is there something to eat?" Mohannad looked at the two of them pitifully, and his tone was full of coquettishness.

"Little Momo, wait a moment, Antai will buy it for you." Antai said and walked out.

"No need." Siqin Desheng called to stop him: "You guys wait." After speaking, he turned and went to the kitchen.

"..." Mohannad glanced at Antai, meaning to ask what the prince wants to do?

"..." An Tai shrugged, expressing that he didn't know.

After a while, the prince brought out three delicious dishes. Apart from the arhat dish that everyone knew, the other two dishes had never been seen by Mohanad.

Mohannad stared at him blankly. He looked calm and composed, with his wide sleeves rolled up high, and carefully put the dishes on the table.

How can he cook?Could it be true that Si Qin'an said before that he learned to cook?He can stand the smell of smoke in the kitchen?

"Wow, what kind of vegetarian dishes are they? They look delicious." An Tai unceremoniously took out his chopsticks and was about to start eating.

"These two dishes, one is full of gold and jade, stir-fried with cucumber, corn, pine nuts, and green beans. It is a fairy food. This dish is most suitable for you." Siqin Desheng looked at Mohanad and introduced : "The other is frog holding jade pillar, stir-fried with broad beans and garlic sprouts."

"You...how do you know how to cook these dishes?" Mohannad asked hesitantly.

"It's nothing. They're all simple dishes. They're not difficult to make. Would you like to try some?" Siqin Desheng looked at him expectantly.

"Aren't you afraid of smoke?" Mohanad asked again.

"...Scared..." After a long time, Siqin Desheng said two words in a low voice.

"Then you still..." Mohanad didn't know whether he was moved or disturbed, a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

"Come here..." Seeing Mohanad's delay in making a move, Siqin Desheng held his wrist and walked towards the kitchen.

I saw that the kitchen was quite different from before, with north-south convection, floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, transparent ventilation, neither suffocation nor stuffiness, and good air.

More importantly, there are two huge windmills outside the window, and at this time the two soldiers are busy convulsing the wind.Cooking in such an environment does not feel any smell of smoke.

"King Sheng..." Mohannad looked at him with a bright smile on his face: "Thank you, it's nice to meet you."

"Hmm..." Siqin Desheng responded lightly, and looked at him too, with an arc that no one could notice at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll make you another soup, and drink more soup to nourish your body when you come out." Siqin Desheng made a deep voice.

"Still doing it?" Mohanad was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he hadn't seen him for half a year, and the prince had so many novel things waiting for him.

"Well, you don't need to do anything, just add some firewood for me." His voice was soft.

"Well, what kind of soup?" Mohanad asked while kneeling down and adding firewood.

"Huiling soup." Siqin Desheng said: "This soup is made from bean curds, lily needles, fresh mushrooms, and coriander. The recipe is also simple and easy to operate." He said while eating fresh mushrooms.

"You have retreated for so long, you must be short of water and nutrients, and you will need to drink more later."

"King Sheng..." Mohannad looked up at him: "You don't have to do this for me, you are the prince, you didn't do these things."

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of life, you have to deal with salt, oil, soy sauce and vinegar, right? Just get used to it." Siqin Desheng put the ingredients into the pot, and after a while, the ingredients in the pot began to boil with the boiling water.

"Look, how happy they are in there." Mohannad said, pointing to the boiling pot of soup.

"Well, happy." Siqin Desheng raised the corners of his mouth again, took a spoon and stirred in the pot for a while, feeling that it was almost done, filled half a bowl of soup, put it on his mouth, blew it gently for a while, and handed it to Mo Khannad: "You try."

"Oh, good." Mohanad took the bowl naturally, took a sip, felt good, took two more sips, tasted good, and finished it all in one go.

"It's really delicious. After drinking it, I feel comfortable and warm in my heart." Mohanad handed him the bowl and said bluntly, "One more bowl."

"Okay." Siqin Desheng lowered his eyes and helped him serve the soup. No one knew what he was thinking?

"Fix your beard." After drinking for a while, Siqin Desheng noticed something carefully and said softly.

Mohannad hadn't had time to deal with the beard on his face, and it would get on the soup when he drank it.I don't know whether it's because I'm too hungry or the soup is too delicious, I haven't cared about them all the time.

"My lord will help you scrape it off." Siqin Desheng didn't know when he had an extra knife in his hand, sharp and sharp.

"Are you... okay..." Mohannad looked at the gleaming knife with some hesitation.

"Don't worry..." Siqin Desheng put down the bowl in his hand: "It will be fine in a while."

Mohannad had no choice but to stay still, for fear that his knife would splatter blood on the spot.

Siqin Desheng was half a head taller than him, and the two stood like this, one with his head slightly raised and his face raised, the other with his waist slightly bent and his head lowered.

While he was shaving himself, he took a good look at him.It was still the same face with sharp corners, still so calm and handsome, but his eyes had more tenderness that he couldn't explain clearly.

Maybe it's because he's in good health, less breathless, less coughing, and he feels heroic. Seeing his healthy appearance, Mohannad couldn't help but smile at him.

"In the past six months, King Sheng has become even more handsome." He praised sincerely, and began to talk nonsense: "I am almost fascinated by this monk."

"..." Siqin Desheng raised his lips.

"How is the development with Princess Pingting? When will we get married?" Mohannad asked nonsensically.

Siqin Desheng's upturned mouth immediately disappeared: "Don't talk, be careful of scratching." He urged.

"Oh..." Mohannad closed his mouth, and looked carefully at the prince in front of him, always feeling that there was something wrong with him.

"Okay." After a while, Siqin Desheng put away the knife, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Really?" Mohanad touched his mouth, feeling smooth and smooth, turned back to the room and looked in the mirror, except for the messy hair on his head, the whole face felt really good, and it returned to the previous one Handsome as jade.

Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for half a year, the prince is really impressive.It's just why he keeps silent every time he mentions his marriage with the princess?Is there any other reason for this?

"King Sheng..." Looking back, I wanted to ask him about his recent situation, only to realize that he hadn't followed up in the room.

"..."

"Here comes the soup." After a while, Siqin Desheng followed from behind, holding a pot of soup in his hand.

"Wow, I'm lucky this time. I'll call Si Qin'an to make it even more lively." An Tai looked at the steaming pot of soup and put down his chopsticks.

"My lord, don't leave in the future, there will be delicious food with you." An Tai said and walked out.

"..."

"Come on, let's eat." Siqin Desheng greeted Mohanad with the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Okay." Mohanad sat up and looked at him for a while without moving his chopsticks.

"...you..." He lowered his eyebrows.

"I found that you have changed." Mohanad held his chin and faced him.

"Not only are you good at martial arts, but you also live a more fulfilling life than others. Be honest, what made you become what you are today?"

"Isn't that good?" Finally she looked up at him.

"Okay, okay..." Finding his eyes full of tenderness, Mohannad stared at him strangely: "Is there something on my face?"

"..." Siqin Desheng lowered his head.

"I found that the prince has changed." Mohannad said solemnly.

"Is there?" the prince asked in a low voice.

"Of course, I found something in your eye."

"what?"

"Your eyes are very bright when you look at me, do you feel something when you look at me?" He asked provocatively.

"...You have retreated for half a year, what have you gained?" The prince changed the topic by serving him some food.

"How should I put it, in fact, you don't understand." Mohanad put down his chopsticks.

"Retreat is a kind of internal improvement, strengthening the introjection of the mind. A person's life is constantly consumed every day, and retreat is to minimize consumption and improve spirituality."

"What is spirituality?" he asked again.

"How should I put it? To put it bluntly, spirituality is the innate spirit and the most primitive self. It is also called the photon of life. Everyone will carry it with them when they are born, reincarnated, and reborn. In Buddhism, it is called Xitianyue , Mani beads, some people's moon is brighter, some people's is darker, and some people's is dim."

"The bead and the moon are spirituality. Does it divide male and female into yin and yang?"

"Spirituality is a neutral body in the most primitive form, manifesting as negative or positive, or it may be a combination of yin and yang to form a neutral body."

"What would people be like without this bead or the moon?"

"When the bead leaves the body, it means that the person will die."

"Are your beads bright?"

"Well..." Mohannad: "I believe my beads will be very bright."

"Why so sure?"

"You can test yourself, close your eyes, no matter it is day or night, there is a round of colorful lights in front of you."

Siqin Desheng sat down immediately, and closed his eyes to test himself: "I just feel that there are clouds and fog in front of me, and the pieces are not formed."

"That's not enough. You have to cultivate something that is as bright as the moon."

"How can I turn the cloud and mist in front of me into the moon?"

"Buddhism says that everything is created by the heart, and the so-called handyness lies in the heart."

"What is Buddhism?" he asked again.Although I live in a country that believes in Buddhism, I don't specialize in Buddhism, and I don't know much about Buddhism.

"Buddhism is a general term. There are many sayings, one is the Buddhist method of becoming a Buddha, and the other is the method of learning to be a Buddha. If you teach, you must learn, and if you learn, you must do it. They complement each other. Use yourself to witness life. eternity and enhance the energy of life."

"Every one of us is a future Buddha, and we are not a Buddha now, so we have to do it according to the Buddhist method, that is, the practice of Buddhism. What to practice? Cultivate the branches and twigs of ourselves that do not have the ability to become a Buddha, which is a metaphor for greed and hatred. Let go of ignorance, ignorance, etc. What to do, doing is a process, a process of cultivation.”

"En." Siqin Desheng responded.

"King Sheng is a bit weird today, why are you asking this politely? Do you also want to practice Buddhism?" Mohanad asked with a smile.

"..." Si Qin Desheng remained silent, he did have the idea of ​​becoming a monk and following him, but...

He hasn't figured out how to explain to his parents. He doesn't know what will happen next, so he doesn't think too much about it.

"Would you like to be my brother?" he asked.

"Didn't King Sheng really want to become a monk?" Mohanad didn't understand his mood at all, and winked at him jokingly: "You still can't let me go, my lord?"

"If it's possible, it would be nice to give up the royal power and wealth, and accompany you to the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha." He said lightly.

"You are crazy, don't even think about it, you are the prince and the hope of the Chiwu Kingdom, absolutely not." Mohannad suddenly became very serious: "You are really a joke, I am a monk, if you want Do you accompany?"

"..." This king is their hope, who is my hope?There was a hint of melancholy on his low-browed, pleasing-eyed face, and the corners of his mouth curled downward.

"King Sheng, don't worry about me. I'm fine on my own. Besides, you still have An Tai. You shouldn't have those thoughts. I have no father or mother, and you still have Gao Tang."

"Let's eat, the food is cold." Siqin Desheng took some food for him, and stopped talking.

"Okay." Mohannad looked outside, it was getting dark, it would take a long time to say it, but Antai was really good, it would take a long time to leave.

"You eat too, go back when you're done eating, it's getting dark," Mohannad said.

"Go back?" Siqin Desheng frowned.

"Don't want to go back?" Mohanad saw that he had a clear expression and wrote that he didn't want to go. Last time they squeezed horses, could it be that they have to squeeze the bed this time?Although the yard is large, there are no extra beds.

"Just squeeze for a while, it's getting late, the wind is strong and the road is a bit cold, so I won't go back." Siqin Desheng whispered, as if he didn't take it seriously.

"But..." Mohanad looked surprised, the bed was too small to accommodate two people.

"It's okay, you sleep, I'll just sit down." Siqin Desheng seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Oh..." Mohanad picked up his chopsticks again, feeling as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle. The prince is so weird. I haven't seen him for half a year. Everything he said and did became more and more strange.

In the evening, An Tai hadn't come back yet, so he probably went to play with Si Qin'an.

The bright and clear moon rose slowly from the sky, and the surroundings were quiet. The two sat in cross-legged positions, facing each other quietly, and neither of them lay down.

"Go to sleep when you're sleepy, I'll just sit down." Siqin Desheng said softly.

"You should go to sleep. I have been sitting for half a year, and I don't care about sitting for another night." Mohanad moved his seat for him and sat on the side.

"Okay." Siqin Desheng was not polite, and lay down, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Mohanad sat quietly with his eyes closed and did not speak anymore.After a while, Siqin Desheng quietly opened his eyes...

In the middle of the night, An Tai came back quietly. It turned out that he went to look for Si Qin'an but was instead taken by Si Qin'an to have a barbecue. The two of them played wildly for half the night before returning.