colorless kalpa

Later, as the dynasties changed and the rise and fall repeated, the "mirror of seeing the third generation" fell into the hands of Ashura King Moheji.And when Moheji saw Qianye's past in the mirror for the first time, he was deeply moved by the coquettish, but thrilling and poignant beauty he released, and he praised it as a heavenly man, and only lamented its irreversible beauty. .For this reason, he deliberately went to hell's blood sea to look for the little demon that he had transformed into blood essence, secretly cared for him to grow up, transformed into a shape, and then helped him to find the real Qianye who had been lost in the millstone of reincarnation.

"Boom—" was the sound of the mirror falling to the ground.Because of his horror, Qianye didn't even have the strength to hold the mirror. He lay prone on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes were straight, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears.

"No, that's not me...it won't be...I won't be like that...it's not me not me..." The self-deceiving whisper, no matter how many times you say it, it's just futile.Qianye knew deeply in his heart that that was the self he had been a few lifetimes ago, the self who was so lewd and shameless for the world.

Xue Barrier put his arms around Qianye's shoulders, as if to shake him awake: "It's you! That's you! That's much more real, straightforward, and touching than you in this life, and it's also true. You are so much more beautiful!"

Qianye shook his head desperately, as if that way he would not have to face the bloody facts, and get rid of the filthy imprint buried in his reincarnation years forever.

"Why do you still refuse to admit it now? How long are you going to escape!" Seeing Qianye who was about to be torn apart because he couldn't accept his previous life, Xue Barrier hugged him distressedly, hugged him, and was anxious And helplessly bit the thin and soft skin on his white and tender neck.

Qianye seemed to have suddenly remembered something more important: "Then why don't you admit it, you are him!"

"Whether I am him or not depends entirely on you," Xue Barrier earnestly held up Qianye's tears, lowered his head and kissed his hickey away little by little, and murmured, "You admit that the person in the mirror is you, and I am yours." A drop of blood is your shadow, a part of you, your desire, your catastrophe, and an existence that will always be loyal to you; Without a name, there would be no me in this world, and without a me that represents your filthy past, my existence would have no meaning."

Qianye hugged the blood barrier back, rubbing his forehead against his chest.Yes, the most important thing is whether his blood barrier has returned to him.As long as he is willing to admit it, as long as he is willing to recognize himself again, even if the sky collapses, landslides and tsunamis, death and soul perish, what does it matter?

"That's me... that's me... that's me..." Qianye murmured non-stop, as if he wanted to use these words to confirm his heart over and over again, and tell Xue Barrier that he loved him over and over again , "That's me...that's me...that's me...you exist! You are me...that's me..."

"Insert me! Insert me! I want, I want you!" It was night, Qianye looked up at the sky full of stars, naked, using the sky as his hut and the ground as his couch, in front of the crowd of gods and Buddhas. In front of him, he yelled this sentence out loud.

He no longer struggles, is no longer confused, no longer hesitates, no longer is the hypocritical "venerable" who sits withered under the Bodhi tree and talks about "the five aggregates are all empty", but the root of lust is not broken in his heart.If the blood barrier is his lust, he is willing to embrace the dark shadow in his heart; if the place where the blood barrier comes from is called hell, then he is willing to sink into hell with him.He does not seek to become a Buddha, he does not seek liberation, he does not seek to sit alone on the empty and colorless sky, he wants to be with the blood barrier, even if it is only a short-lived, he also wants to bloom in this world full of joy and sorrow. Bring out the most beautiful youth.

"I give you, I want you, I love you..." The flame-patterned desire was buried deep in Qianye's back hole, it was the remnants of a real fire that was born and ignited by desire, The most beautiful oath branded on this pair of lovers.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" As the blood barrier moved violently, Qianye felt that the place where the two joined was so hot... the inside of his body It was so hot, and so was his heart. The long-lost thing in his heart was finally found, and he was complete.

Soon, the flame pattern was like a demon flower blooming on Qianye's buttocks, climbing up and covering his flesh, spreading all the way to his lower back.Xue Barrier stood behind him, fiercely pushing his hips, and at the same time passionately rubbed Qianye's charming lower back with fingers that were also covered with flame patterns.When the flame patterns of the two touched, a heart-piercing and beautiful light bloomed.That ray of light illuminates the three realms, moving all heavenly beings, asuras, and even gods and Buddhas in the sky.Maheji stood in the strong wind of Shura Dao and blessed them deeply.

"Look, who is that?" Saying that, Xue Barrier sat down with Qianye's arms around him, willingly padded under him, and continued to satisfy his desire, and pointed at Qianye's thigh again, the phantom phantom It was clearly a bloody image.That pair of affectionate and earnest eyes stared at Qianye, looking forward to it just like many years ago; there was no mouth, unable to utter words of love for him, but there was a gap, which could hold Qianye's desire in his mouth and suck it carefully Taste.

"I know, you like this, don't you? Qianye, tell me, do you like it?" Blood Barrier whispered in his ear, full of temptation.

"I like it! I like it! I like it! Whether it's you now or you in the past, they are all part of me, I like them all, I like them so much!" Qianye shouted out the joy in his heart, without any hesitation.

"Okay, let us take you up to this bliss! Climb up to the colorless sky that you have been trying so hard to climb up!" Qianye finally sprinted under the bloody barrier behind him, sucked deeply by the bloody barrier between his legs. Having an orgasm, he shot every drop of desire into the mouth of the blood barrier.

Greed is the realm of desire, hatred is the realm of form, and ignorance is the realm of formlessness.

If the two hearts promise each other and remain infatuated, they will be able to climb up to their colorless heaven of bliss together.

(End of the text of "Colorless Tribulation")

------Salted Fish's Diligent Separation Line------

Huh—(Long breath) I remember when I finished writing the last "Game of Fear", I also said this sentence: I am proud of myself!But now, I feel like I have gone through a catastrophe, I, and, promoted, upgraded,!

I promised my readers in Laokeng that I would write 3 words and go back to Laokeng in [-] days to a week, but I actually wrote [-] words, which was seriously exceeded.But I want to complete the task in three days, so I was rushing all day yesterday.By the time there was one chapter left last night, I was so sleepy that I didn't know what to say, and I got up at five o'clock in the morning to write again (because I have to go to work later).

When I was writing a story, there was only one image that excited me in my mind at the beginning. When I had something to cheer me up, I would just start digging. I didn’t have an outline. The previous plot is explained.According to this metaphysical writing method, I have already written four books.

And when this story popped up in my mind, there was only a white-clothed venerable with long hair sitting under a bodhi tree, while another "Voldemort" covered in blood was masturbating and jerking in front of him.Only this one imagination excited me, so I came up with this short story.At first, I wanted to reflect my Buddhist roots, but I never thought that the combination of Buddhist scriptures and human desires could produce such an incredible flower.

I dare not say that I am the most diligent, but I am the most casual, at least daily, with no limit.If you have time, you can do more, if you don't have time, you can do less.

As usual, I would like to thank everyone who has supported me.

Thanks to @茶图茶和@编火给的玉田, the gift is not light, but the affection is more important. Who cares about the fifty cents in this day and age, right? But a little bit of love is the affirmation of me as the author, thank you, really Thanks.

Thanks to everyone who has fed me starfish (sorry I can’t see your ID) and left a message, you are all my bosom friends.Regardless of the next stage of the road, whether we still have the fate to continue walking together, Xiangu is grateful to you, it is you who make my creative road not lonely.Only with your comments and encouragement can good works be born.