Afrika Seimei and his star company

"Is it going to rain?"

A young man dressed as a monk stood on a mountain path covered with yellow and fallen leaves. He was wearing a blue and white robe with wide sleeves, and a wide-brimmed bamboo hat was pressed down very low, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and only the gray and white hair hanging on his shoulders could be seen. long hair.He holds a cane in his right hand, and the back of his left hand gently pushes up the broad-brimmed bamboo hat.He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky.

"Is it going to rain?" He murmured to himself and continued walking.The dry fallen leaves were crushed and made a "creaking" sound.There was no haste on the face of the person on the way, he looked ahead firmly and confusedly.

There is no particular place to go, only the Dharma that one wants to find.And what is Buddhism?How can all sentient beings be saved?The answers to these questions probably require traveling through thousands of mountains to find them.

The cold wind raged and howled in mid-air, sweeping across the earth, everything withered, and the sound of dead wood breaking was miserable and terrifying, like the sound of broken bones, which made people feel creepy and felt a dull pain in their bodies.Every sound of broken dead leaves underfoot is enough to stop a person in fear and look around in horror.

At the end of the woods is a village.The house was dilapidated, the roof collapsed, the walls peeled off to reveal the scorched and barren soil, and the wooden railings of the windows were as thin as the corpses of hungry ghosts, falling crookedly.

"Little master, let's go back," said a haggard woman with her crying baby on her back. "There is no one here. The monsters in the mountains have sucked away the souls of men."

Looking back at the back of the woman as she hurried away, the young monk murmured: "The poor monk makes his home all over the world, so it's different where he goes."

The warm orange lights in the room flickered, and the seductive aroma permeated the whole room.A transparent white porcelain wine vessel is placed on the small sandalwood table.Light gauze tents, tassel bead curtains, swaying slightly.The gilt screen and brocade quilt are coated with a layer of dim and ambiguous colors under the beating lights.Sitting in front of the carved bronze mirror was a woman in red. She raised her jade hand, pinched a red flower with her slender white fingers, and tied it in her hair.

She stood up, turned around, and smiled slightly towards the carved bed covered by the light veil.She walked over slowly, raised the curtain covering the bed, and said with a smile, "Silly monk, what are you doing here?"

The young monk sat cross-legged on the bed, clasped his hands, closed his eyes tightly, and did not answer.

"No one told you, are there goblins in the mountains?"

The monk replied slowly: "There is a kind-hearted female patron who told the poor monk about this."

"Then you're still coming?" The woman chuckled, twisting her slender waist, and walked gracefully to the bedside.She put one hand on the monk's shoulder and rested her chin on his shoulder.The monk smelled the seductive fragrance of a woman, covering his whole body and even going deep into his bones.Warm breath sprayed against his ears.

"Monk, this is not the place you came from, it will damage your cultivation."

"The poor monk's cultivation is to save you from harming others."

The woman let out a "puchi" laugh, she leaned on the monk's arm, trembling with laughter: "Idiot, don't you know your situation?" She hooked the monk's chin and said softly: "It's so innocent and cute , You are caught in the miasma in the mountains, you can't even move, and you are at my mercy."

The monk tried his best to suppress his breathing that was about to speed up, and said seriously: "Monster, let go, or the poor monk will be rude."

"I can't wish for it..." The woman's soft hand slowly penetrated into the monk's collar, drawing circles on his chest as if playing with it.

"You..." The monk's body trembled slightly. He opened his eyes and waved his palms to try to push the woman away, but the woman grabbed her wrist and pushed him down on the bed.There was a "buzz" in his mind - he failed to subdue the demon this time, and he was afraid that he might be involved in it.

The woman leaned on the monk with a charming smile, played with his long gray hair, and asked, "May I ask what the master's name is..."

"Poor...poor monk Qingfangzhu...monster, let go of your hand..." Qingfangzhu frowned, his breathing was short, and his chest heaved and fell.

"Are you angry? Call me an evildoer?" The woman smiled, as if she was not angry at all, "Call me by my name, I am Qing Ji." Her voice was gentle, and her hands were slowly swimming on Qingfangzhu's body Walk.

"Monster, let go of your hand..." Qingfangzhu's ears were bloodshot and red, and his voice trembled.Master Qingfang closed his eyes - he didn't want to see Qing Ji's incomparably beautiful face, which was the source of evil.He wanted to escape, he was afraid of Qing Ji's beauty, and her tenderness that would melt even a thousand years of ice into a pool of stagnant water.He closed his eyes and chanted Buddhist scriptures. He needed to seek the blessing of Buddhism quickly to completely isolate his dirty thoughts.

"This...is it not enough?" Qing Ji's palm slowly moved downwards, grasping Qingfangzhu's vitals.

Qing Fangzhu closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth. He tried to push Qing Ji away, but the more he wanted to resist, the tighter Qing Ji held it.She smiled playfully, stroking and kneading.The Buddhist scriptures in my mind began to become intermittent, disorganized and difficult to remember.

"Do you like candy?" she asked.

Before Qing Fangzhu could answer, Qing Ji kissed him.Her lips are soft and elastic, even a little sweet.Her tongue nimbly got into his mouth, and he struggled, making a "woo-woo" sound of resistance.A elixir rolled into Master Qingfang's mouth, and Qingji's kiss stopped abruptly.Her lips left unfeelingly, Qingfangzhu found himself a little bit lost.A dirty thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and even though it was a flash, it made him feel terrified.

"Silly boy, is this your first time?"

Qing Ji bent down, licked Qingfangzhu's fiery earlobe, and she kissed his neck.Qing Fangzhu only felt his waist loosen, and his underwear was peeled off a little bit, the cold air quickly penetrated into the gap of the clothes, and flowed quickly against his body.Qing Ji hugged him tightly, and the two bodies were tightly pressed against each other, leaving no gap for the cold wind.She licked from his neck all the way to his collarbone and chest, her body became hotter and hotter, and the panting of men and women intertwined.The tip of her tongue lingered on his firm belly for a long time, and she deftly teased his body.

Master Qingfang couldn't help making a whimpering sound like a small animal: "No...don't..." His waist was slightly arched, and his palm was placed on her forehead, trying to push her away, but his limbs were There is no strength like a broken tendon and bone, and it is limp and does not work at all.

The dim yellow lights were flickering, the air was filled with an intoxicating aroma, and the gauze as thin as cicada's wings floated gently, that woman and that time were full of ambiguous sex.Qing Ji raised her eyes to look at Qingfangzhu, her eyes fluttered, and the lamplight reflected a golden light in her deep eyes, like a golden hook, hooking Qingfangzhu's soul into her bottomless eyes.

"I know, you want to stop me." Her voice was soft and charming, "But pressing the girl's head means you want more meaning..."

"What..." He frowned, then felt his body tightened, his body was wrapped by something warm and wet, and he looked down at the woman lying on his lower body in surprise, "Monster, what are you doing... Hurry up!" ... spit it out..."

She tasted it with relish, like tasting a sweet candy.

"Stop...stop..."

Qing Ji stopped her movements, raised her head and looked at Master Qing Fang with a smile, she smiled cutely, as if she was saying: "Look at how obedient I am, stop when you say so."

Qingfangzhu panted, looking at her with lingering fear.He felt that he should run away now—run away without looking back—he was afraid that if he turned his head and looked at this woman again, he would really have no possibility of "turning back".

He propped himself up and sat up: "The poor monk goes first..."

Before the words finished, Qing Ji held down his waist, lowered her head again, licked and hesitated.He felt that his whole body was falling apart, his body could no longer support him, and he fell on his back, panting heavily.

"Monster...quick...quickly stop...turn back and be right...now that you're back on the right path, there's still...ah... there's still time..."

"The righteous way is boring, but you are interesting, why not follow me into the evil way..."

"Monster, if you die and don't repent... ah... you will be punished by heaven..."

Qing Ji smiled contemptuously, and said: "You can't control yourself anymore, and you still want to persuade me to escape into Buddhism? Silly monk, stop thinking about it quickly."

"Don't you want the poor monk to betray..."

"As the saying goes, 'the Tao is one foot tall, the devil is one foot tall', do you believe it, 'the Buddha is one foot tall, the demon is one foot tall'?"

"The poor monk naturally doesn't believe..."

Qing Ji grasped his vitals, kneaded it a few times, and slowly put it into her body.Qingfangzhu felt that he had entered a fiery cave, the fire rushed into his lower abdomen, burned and exploded all the way, even his throat felt dry and hot.

He was panting, his body was completely scrapped, and he lost the ability to resist.He could only refute in his mouth: "Monster, you will be struck by lightning one day... ah... ah... you will still..."

"It's too late for me to look back now, I don't know. But monk, you can't look back anymore."

He gritted his teeth and stopped speaking - because he knew that he couldn't hold back any more, and he would cum out as soon as he opened his mouth.He knew that he could no longer hold on, his fortress was completely breached by the banshee in front of him, and collapsed into a pile of smoky ruins.

She quickened her movements as she kissed his flesh.

"Boy, don't be a monk anymore, my sister has taken a fancy to you."

He couldn't restrain his desire anymore, he panted heavily, and groaning, he held her soft waist, turned over and pressed her under him.He kissed her white and smooth skin, licked and sucked her soft and elastic breasts, the bed creaked, the sound of body collision and liquid flow was soon drowned out by the sound of panting...

Along the road in the forest, there are a few fallen leaves that are almost eroded by the soil. The leaves are mottled and perforated, and almost only the yellow veins remain.The mountain road is very clean, the forests on both sides are thick and green, and the sound of birds is from far to near.

At the end of the forest path is a village.Men farm and women weave, full of vitality.

Probably no one knows that many years ago, this place was a barren place, shrouded in the breath of death.

Probably no one remembers that there used to be a banshee who cannibalized souls in the mountains here.

Only storytellers still circulated the story of the snake girl. They said that the banshee relied on the soul of a man to shed the snake's skin and transform into a human form to maintain her beauty.

There was a black-clothed monk holding a cane.The wide hat covered his brows and eyes, and the high collar also covered the lower half of his face.His silver-white hair was braided and reached his waist.He held up the bamboo hat with his fingertips, looked up at the blue-gray sky, and murmured: "Is it going to rain?"

"Every time this season comes, it is rainy." An old farmer walked by with a hoe on his shoulder.

"At this time, it seems that it is not the season of excessive rain."

"Who knows, it's like this here..." The old farmer looked at the sky, then turned to look at the monk, "Little Master, since it's going to rain, why don't you go to the old man's house for a rest, and the wife at home will worship the Buddha..."

"Thank you for your kindness, old man. I am eager to enter the mountain, and I am afraid I can't stay."

The old farmer nodded and left.The monk looked back at his receding back, and said softly, "Besides, I don't know if I can be considered a monk."

The house in the mountain is still there, but it is already dilapidated, with fallen leaves piled up in front of the door, and cobwebs on the eaves.

Qing Fangzhu gently pushed open the door, and the wooden door made a harsh and long sound.He stepped into the house and stepped on a pile of dead leaves, making a crisp sound.The room was extremely dark, he walked forward holding a candle, and when he reached the back room, he saw a long red shadow flashing in front of his eyes, darting behind the thick bed curtain.

Aobozu placed the candlestick on the dusty table.He walked slowly towards the bed, raising his hand to lift the curtain.

"No, don't." An eager female voice came from behind the curtain.

Aofangzhu's movements stopped.No one spoke, and after a long time, Qing Fangzhu said: "You are still there, aren't you?"

"No, I don't know you."

"You are Qing Ji."

"No, I'm not." The woman answered firmly.

Qingfangzhu lifted the bed curtain, and the woman sitting on the bed turned her head away immediately, her back was facing Qingfangzhu, a quilt was wrapped around her waist.

"You are Qing Ji." Qing Fangzhu repeated.

"I'm not." The woman buried her head very low.

Aobozu grabbed her wrist and pulled her over violently.The woman was startled, and looked up at Master Qing Fang in astonishment, their eyes collided, and the woman immediately buried her head.

Qingfangzhu saw her appearance clearly.She no longer had the glamorous and graceful appearance of the past, her brows and eyes were sharp, showing a gesture of hatred for the old.Qingfangzhu lifted the quilt wrapped around her body, revealing a blue snake tail.

"Enough!" Kiyohime yelled, trying to break free from Aobozu's hand.

"You hate me," he said.

Qing Ji was stunned, she looked up at Master Qing Fang, speechless.

"When you wake up, you can't see me, only my seal is left - you hate me."

"No." Qing Ji almost blurted out, even she was startled - she clearly remembered that day when she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, listening to the footsteps of this man getting up and leaving.She remembered her despair and heart-piercing when he set the seal, and the raging hatred swept over her, but when he really appeared in front of her, she couldn't remember what it felt like to hate.

Qingfangzhu raised his eyebrows.

"With your skill back then, I broke that seal in a few days." Qing Ji turned her head away from Master Qingfang.

Master Qingfang frowned, and said softly: "Then you..."

Qing Ji knew what he wanted to ask, so she quickly interrupted him: "So, why did you come to me? Over the years, I have become like this ghost, your skills must have deepened, right? If you want to If you want to subdue me, do it, and end my pain as soon as possible..."

"I didn't come to subdue you."

Qing Ji turned her head in disbelief, looked at Master Qing Fang fixedly, and said: "Then you..."

"I am no longer a Buddhist."

Qingfangzhu crossed many mountains and rivers, and went to a temple in the mountains.The wind was a bit cool that night.He sat in the meditation room and looked out the window—the sky was very gloomy, there was no moon, and there was no starlight.

"The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building." He closed his eyes and meditated.

The autumn rain outside the window swept in, the branches swayed, the leaves rubbed, the raindrops fell on the eaves and made a crisp jumping sound, and when they fell on the mud, they made a slight "sizzling" sound, and then they were swallowed by the mud little by little.

Qingfangzhu suddenly remembered that night shrouded in dim lights, that period of time surrounded by desire, that charming beauty.The Buddhist scriptures in my mind were completely messed up and destroyed, and I couldn't put them together again.A flame ignited in his abdomen, burning his internal organs, and the liquid full of fishy smell poured from his abdomen all the way to his throat, and a mouthful of blood stained the yellow Zen bed red.

Aobozu put his hands on the bed, supporting his body.He suddenly laughed, that smile was extremely miserable.

"Master Qingfang, you... have gone mad after all."

In the early morning of the next day, he left the temple alone and started his return journey.

"I came back to find you."

Qing Ji smiled, very bright and innocent.But she immediately restrained her smile, she said: "I'm already like this, don't you understand?" Qing Ji cried out.

Master Qingfang stroked the tears on Qingji's face, only to find that her skin was dry and covered with fine aging lines, and she no longer looked as youthful as before. "You have clearly broken the seal..."

Qing Ji smiled sadly, with tears on her face, she stretched out her withered hand, and tightly grasped Qingfangzhu's sleeve: "I'm afraid you'll dislike me, but I really... really don't want you to go ...After you left, I caught one man...just one." She wept pitifully, "I caught him, but I thought you didn't like me to hurt others, I'm afraid you won't be happy if you find out , I let him go—I really didn’t hurt anyone anymore.”

"I know." Qing Fangzhu hugged Qing Ji - he finally understood why Qing Ji was old and why it was difficult to transform into a human form.

"Don't leave, okay..." Qingji paused, she pushed Qingfangzhu away, she raised her head and smiled wearily, and said: "If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but, when you leave ...Kill me, I don't want to go on like this."

"I'm not going. Never again."

"I ruined your cultivation..." Her voice was weak and lacked confidence.

Qing Fangzhu's warm palm gently stroked the back of Qing Ji's head, he lowered his head and kissed her delicately, a breath of fresh air entered Qing Ji's mouth, her snake tail turned into two slender white legs, wrapped around On Qingfangzhu's waist.She regained her beautiful face, with smooth skin and long black hair.

"Wait...wait..." Qingji shyly pushed Qingfangzhu away, she put down her legs, and wanted to pull the quilt to cover her legs, but Qingfangzhu blocked her hand.

He leaned close to her ear and said softly: "Since you have ruined my cultivation, I will surrender you now."

She exhaled like blue: "As soon as I saw you, you have surrendered to me. Back then, I broke your cultivation, and in exchange, I gave you my heart..."

"I understand." He smiled, "As a reward, I will give you all of my cultivation from now on."

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This article is not affiliated with "Africa Seimei and His Star Company".I'm going to do my research, and I'll be back in mid-March~