That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Past and Passion One (one more)

A sharp sword energy pierced through the air from the depths of the dense forest, and the remaining waves dispersed to the surroundings, shaking off a large number of leaves.

"spit--"

Monk Lingjun at the bottom of the tree spit out half of the dead leaves that fell into his mouth, and gently patted off the fallen wood dust on his body. Si Huai came out.

They have been traveling abroad for five years, and the boy who was still a bit young and childish back then has grown into a man with a face like a crown jade. His figure is only a few inches lower than him, and he is handsome in a blue suit. Light and easy, when he smiled, he seemed to be bathed in a spring breeze, gentle and elegant.

When Si Huai saw him from a distance, he trotted over, with a crooked smile on his face, casually picked up the leaves that fell on his neck and collar, and took the stack of papers in his hand.

"Which scripture are you copying again?" He casually glanced at it, said "Huh", flipped through a few pages impatiently, and asked, "Master's letter?"

"Well, tell us to go back." Lingjun reached out and took it back, and rearranged the pages of the shuffled letter paper.

Five pages are eloquent, the first four and a half pages explain the situation of Huasi this year, interspersed with memories of the past and deep nostalgia for Lingjun, only the last half page briefly explains the purpose of sending this letter, and finally Attached is a sentence, and the whole temple is waiting to welcome them back.

"What are you going back to do? Is the host going to step down and change someone else?" Si Huaidala sat down where Lingjun had just sat, and threw Shanhejian on the ground with his hands folded on top.

Lingjun didn't care about his sloppy words, folded the letter paper and put it in his bag, and patiently explained: "His Royal Highness and the crowning ceremony are coming soon, the emperor is going to salute at Minghua Temple, please let me crown His Highness the Crown Prince."

The crowning ceremony is held at the age of 20 for a man, which means he is an adult, and is usually crowned by his own elders or respected elders, and some prominent families will invite celebrities to crown him.

The Tian family invited a monk to crown the crown prince, and even sent His Royal Highness the crown prince from Kyoto to Minghua Temple all the way. They think highly of this holy Zen master.

"His Royal Highness?" Si Huai carefully recalled the unfamiliar royal family members, "Isn't the prince in his early thirties? The youngest child will call him father."

"This is the new crown prince, the emperor's youngest prince."

Lingjun only briefly explained one sentence and did not go any further. The heavenly family is impermanent. The emperor has many heirs, but there is only one emperor.

Si Huai was not very interested in the court secrets about intrigues, seeing that Lingjun bent over to pick up the bag, he quickly crossed the sword to put the bag on, and threw it behind him as a shoulder pole.

He took off the water bottle hanging from his waist, bit the cork with his teeth and took a sip, then shook it in his hand and handed it to Lingjun, and said with a smile: "When I practiced sword in the morning, I saw a mountain spring flowing down the cliff. A pot, master, do you want to drink?"

Lingjun happened to be a little thirsty, so he took the water bottle and brought it to the tip of his nose to smell it. There was indeed a sweet mountain spring smell, so he took a sip safely... He held it in his mouth, turned around and spit it out to water the flowers and plants on the ground.

"Hahahahaha..." Si Huai jumped out to a long distance in one step, squatted half-squatting holding a shoulder pole with the Shanhe sword in one hand and kept patting his knees with the other, laughing so hard that he almost lost his breath. "I forgot to tell you, this gourd was filled with wine yesterday, but I forgot to pour it out, so I covered up the smell of the wine."

"You..." Lingjun closed his eyes and said "Amitabha" a few times in a row, until his heaving chest calmed down.

On the day of the crown prince and crowning ceremony, all the pilgrims who came to Minghua Temple were stopped at the foot of the mountain by the royal guards. Not a single idler can be seen.

Naturally, Si Huai was an exception.

The big bell, which usually only rings in the morning and evening and at ceremonies, has rang three times today. The sound of hundreds of monks chanting sutras drifted from the Daxiong Hall to the meditation room, and there was always someone shouting with a shrill voice. What is it that makes people's head hurt when they listen to it in the morning.

I heard that Emperor Kangyou arrived at Minghua Temple in his micro-clothes, and sent several people to look for the little dragon to talk to him.

But Si Huai is a dragon with a backbone, he took a pot of melon seeds and a jug of wine and hid on the eaves early to watch the excitement, while those idiots with straight-eyed eyes were dazed looking for someone, and they didn't even look up to see the people on the roof.

After another little eunuch ran over, Si Huai threw down a handful of melon seed shells, and was about to fall asleep to the drowsy sound of chanting for a while, when the buzzing sound suddenly stopped.

The roof where Si Huai lay was in a very good position, there was a tower building behind him to cast a shadow, and the front side could just see the Daxiong Palace from the side.

The chanting monks in the hall clasped their hands and came out one by one from both sides. Master Lingmian led a few fresh-faced disciples who were proficient in rhythm, bowed in front of the prince, and stepped aside to play Sanskrit music.

The big drum that was dug out from nowhere was beating loudly, and a thin eunuch stood in front of the steps and shouted loudly with a thin voice: "I invite Master Sheng Zen—"

Yu Yin walked around the Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain a few times, Si Huai put down the melon seeds in his hand and sat up straight, watching Lingjun walk all the way from the red carpet spread out, and walked towards the Buddha at the foot of the stone steps in front of the temple. After kowtowing and giving a big gift, he climbed up the steps to the prince.

The man was dressed in a purple cassock bestowed by the emperor, holding a Zen stick in one hand and a rosary in the other, and a long string of beads hanging around his neck. There was a slight smile on his face, and he had a solemn appearance that he had seen many times.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already tied up his hair in a bun by the waiters, and knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha, praying sincerely for something.

A young monk climbed up to the statue of Guanyin, dipped the water in the bottle with a willow branch, and held it in both hands respectfully to Lingjun's hand. Li rubbed his hands, took a willow branch and brushed His Highness the Crown Prince's forehead a few times.

The official of the Ministry of Rites in court clothes put on the Crown Prince's crown, bowed his waist and sent it to Master Shenzen. Lingjun held the gilt crown hat with both hands, walked around in front of the Prince, and put the crown on the Crown Prince while reciting scriptures. on the head.

Staring at the figure kneeling in front of the Buddha, Si Huai unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling sour in his heart.

Practitioners don't have this kind of red tape, and people who don't pay attention to it have seen braids when they are old.

But speaking of it, he had been with Lingjun for so many years, and it seemed that the monk hadn't even tied a hairpin for him.

No one knew the news of Emperor Kangyou's coming here, and after searching several times, he couldn't find Si Huai's words. After the ceremony, he got mixed up in the official's carriage and went back.

On the contrary, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so sincere that he insisted on staying in Minghua Temple for a few days to pray and fast, and to discuss the principles of Buddhism with the rarely seen Master Sheng Zen. I won't see you back in the future.

Si Huai maintained his meditation posture, but he couldn't calm down anyway, so he went out and washed his face with a basin of cold water.

He couldn't tell where the anxiety in his heart came from, since he turned into a human and followed Lingjun, it seemed that he had never experienced such inexplicable impatience. If you want to pull out a thread, you will get more and more entangled.

After burying his whole face in the water for a while, this messy mind finally calmed down a bit. A few strands of wet hair stuck to his face, so he simply tore off the headband and let his long hair loosely on the shoulders.

When he returned to the meditation room, Lingjun had already returned, and the purple cassock was neatly folded and placed on the bed, and a pot of tea was boiling in the small hot stove on the table.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Lingjun put down the work in his hands and turned around to greet him. Seeing his disheveled hair and a lot of wet collar, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly unwrapped the folded cassock to him.

"No, this is the purple cassock bestowed by the emperor..." Si Huai held the hand on his shoulder, and suddenly felt a little hot in his palm, so he had to put his hand back helplessly.

Lingjun didn't notice his strangeness, and while leading him to the table, he began to mutter, "It's cold on the mountain at night, you don't know how to wear extra clothes when you go out, why do you get your clothes and hair wet at night... ..."

Si Huai felt a little cold after hearing him talking like this, and stretched out his hand to touch some heat by the stove, suddenly felt a little funny.

People in the world only know that Master Sheng Chan is noble and holy, a savior with immeasurable merits, and he thought so at first, but after getting along for a long time, he realized that he is just a mortal with flesh and blood, and he also has such a nagging side.

Lingjun turned over an upside-down cup, scooped a spoonful of hot tea, rolled it around in the cup, then poured it into the basin next to it, and then added a cup of hot tea for Si Huai to hold.

He conveniently took an oiled paper package on the other side and put it in front of Si Huai, and opened it deftly. Inside was a crispy roasted chicken. A thick layer of oil soaked most of the paper. There was also a hint of warm air.

Si Huai frowned, and looked up at Lingjun with some surprise. Outside, he was greedy for meat and Lingjun didn't pay much attention to it, but now he's back in the temple...

"The master abbot should say that I have broken the rules of the temple..."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew that you were in the temple, so he specially sent someone to the back mountain to roast a chicken and asked me to bring it to you." Lingjun pretended to look out the window, and joked: "It's okay, brother abbot is also a chicken at the moment." Sleep, I won’t come to arrest you for violating the precept.”

When Si Huai heard the words "His Royal Highness", he retracted his outstretched hands, and his face sank after seeing him, and his heart was itchy like a group of ants crawling over.

"What's the matter? Don't you usually like it the most?" Lingjun came over and touched his forehead, "It's not that he's sick."

"It's okay..." Si Huai turned his head to avoid the warm hand, and said in a muffled voice, "I just feel that His Royal Highness is very lucky to be crowned by Master Lingjun, and he can also sit and lecture on the scriptures."

Lingjun heard that he was making a fuss, and only laughed that he was still a child at heart, and said patiently: "I have told you a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and you definitely don't want to listen to them if I take you there. As for crowning... a practitioner I'm not used to this kind of etiquette, if you want to go through such a coming-of-age ceremony..."

He stopped talking halfway, Lingjun turned around and fetched something from the head of the bed, and slowly folded it back.

It was a light blue carved jade crown, the jade was soft, and matched with a jade hairpin with flowing water patterns of the same color, it was elegant and elegant.

"Where did this... come from?"

"It's either stealing or robbing." Lingjun smiled lightly, and said: "Adding a crown to the crown ceremony is actually wearing a hat. Since you are a god of unknown age, you should wear a jade crown to make up for it. The poor monk is also looking at you Grown-up elder, do you have the honor to tie your hair?"

"Ah?" Si Huai couldn't react, he nodded his head indiscriminately, let him straighten the messy hair on his face, and brushed the long hair from his shoulders behind him.

Lingjun walked around behind him, gently gathered the long black hair together, then let half of it loose, and kept the other half in her hand to make a bun, put on the jade crown, and then use the hairpin to stabilize it.

It wasn't until this moment that Si Huai finally came to his senses what Lingjun was doing, and turned his head to look at him with a stiff neck, facing Lingjun's eyes with his head down and a slight smile.

Lingjun is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, but he was also born pure and white, as if he had stepped out of the pure altar of the Buddha, so clean that even his soul had a golden Buddha light.

But seeing himself reflected in those eyes at this moment, Si Huai unexpectedly panicked. For a moment, he felt as if the person in front of him was not the great mage with immeasurable merit, but just an ordinary person with a fair face. .

"I...I'm going to sleep in my room tonight..."

The heart hidden in his chest was beating fast, Si Huai threw such a sentence indiscriminately, tore off the purple cassock that smelled like that man, and rushed out the door quickly.

Past and Passion [-] (Second update)

When Si Huai first arrived at Minghua Temple, he had his own house, but he stayed in Lingjun's monk's room for a few days. Most of the monks in the temple slept in common bunks, so Lingjun didn't drive him away. Go out and let him hang around for a year.

Later, when he traveled outside with Lingjun, the empty and dusty inn was turned into a bunk and divided among the new disciples, and it was not cleaned up until he came back a few days ago.

It's just that he got used to staying by Lingjun's side, so he rolled up the shop and went to his monk's room, sleeping back to this guest house for the first time tonight.

He didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't fall asleep tonight because he usually slept well. When he closed his eyes, all he saw was Lingjun who had just turned around and looked at him with a smile.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he tossed and fell into a dream. In the dream, he was walking in the darkness of nothingness, and there was no sound around him.

He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a ray of light finally broke through the thick ink and turned it into darkness. The path he came from appeared under his feet, extending from an invisible place, and it was collapsing and shattering bit by bit.

There are also two roads ahead of him.

One goes up, majestically extending to the clouds in the sky. Both sides of the road are covered with white mandala flowers, and at the end of the road is a goddess who falls from the sky and is bathed in brilliance.

The other one went down and plunged into the boundless hell. On both sides of the road, there were red manjusawa. At the end, there seemed to be the sound of ghosts crying, but the person at the end was Lingjun.

According to Buddhist scriptures in the Western Regions, Mandala and Manjusawa were originally the same kind of flower. Later, the white one was taken to the sky by the gods and sown on the road leading to the gate of heaven. It was called "the flower of heaven"; while the red one was Brought to hell by ghosts, planted on the road to Huangquan, called "the flower of death".

This kind of strange dream is mostly in the secret realm of cultivation. Going up means you have cultivated the right path, and going down means you have fallen into the wrong path.

But... Lingjun stood at the end of the road leading to the boundless hell.

Si Huai glanced back at the road that had collapsed to his feet, and ran down resolutely without any extra thought.

Manshushahua by the side of the road was as red as a river of blood, and the man at the end turned around and smiled at him, but he got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into nothingness, from the invisible darkness. A tongue of flame shot out from everywhere, instantly igniting Manshushahua on both sides, engulfing him into the sea of ​​flames.

"Lingjun!" Si Huai called his name and sat up from the bed, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and then his consciousness returned to reality from the dream.

The window was not closed, and the night wind was blowing in and it was a bit cold. He walked to the table with bare feet and poured a glass of water to calm down.

Practitioners sometimes reach critical junctures but cannot break through, they will meditate into samadhi, and if they are lucky, they will find the secret realm of cultivation and break through that hurdle when they enter samadhi.

Si Huai circulated the zhenqi in his body once, but he didn't feel that his cultivation had improved, and he couldn't tell whether it was a secret realm he accidentally entered when he fell asleep.

If so... Does it mean that Lingjun is the doom of his cultivation.

But...he cultivated human form for the sake of the prosperity of the world, and it seems that the reason for his cultivation is just because Lingjun said that he is a god.

"Lingjun..." He said the name again in a low voice, as if a hot, nameless fire arose in his body, and something was vigorously tearing open his blood-red heart to take root and sprout.

Si Huai carried the Shanhe sword to the back mountain to practice for several hours, until the young monks in the monastery went to the fasting hall after their morning classes, and he came back dripping with sweat.

Lingjun was invited by the crown prince to drink tea and talk scriptures early in the morning, and Si Huai was not in the mood to force him out, so he simply changed into plain clothes and went down the mountain.

Huaiyin County is much more prosperous than it was a few years ago. Most of the people who come and go come to Minghua Temple from other places to pray. The few markets at the foot of the mountain sell incense candles and some Buddha statue bracelets and other objects. , You can only find a place to eat, drink and play when you go far ahead.

There was always an indescribable anxiety in Si Huai's heart, even when he stopped in a crowded place, he felt noisy in his ears, but when he found a quiet place, he felt a little uneasy and panicked, and for a while he didn't know where to go, Like a wandering spirit that has fallen into the world.

There is a sugar man selling sugar on the side of the road. The stove and sugar are placed on both ends of the load, and a shelf is built in the middle to insert/put various shaped sugar men. Lingjun bought it for him before, and it is very sweet.

"Will you buy one, son? You can make it into whatever you want!" the master of the sugar blower raised his head from among the group of children and asked him with a simple and honest smile.

Si Huai took one off the shelf and put it back again, feeling that there was something empty somewhere, so he shook his head and walked away.

There was a medical clinic at the corner not far away, and he reversed the steps he walked over, and decided to go inside to see the doctor.

This state of anxiety and panic started last night, Bao Buqi was soaked in cold water for a while last night and then blown by the wind, so he suffered from the wind and cold.

The medical clinic is not big, but there are many people inside. Si Huai took a look and was hesitating whether to go in, when suddenly someone patted his shoulder from behind.

"My lord..." It was a middle-aged man with a rather ugly nose and mouth. He was dark-skinned and showed a yellowish mouth when he smiled.

"you are?"

"Ah, I'm also a person who can 'cure'." He deliberately bit down on those two words, looked at Si Huai with a smile for a while, and asked: "Young master, do you feel that your body is full of fire and restless? Want to find a doctor? Solve it everywhere, but don’t know where to go?”

The man's vague speech was not bad, Si Huai watched him silent for a while, and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

"Of course, come with me, my lord?" He stepped back half a step and bent over to make a "please" gesture, then walked up to lead the way.

Many girls on the street cast their eyes on Si Huai, but he didn't seem to realize it, and followed that man for a while, turning into a small alley with few people.

Inside the alley there was a gate facing the street market. Outside the gate were red and green pots of ugly flowers. A few delicate-looking girls in thin clothes waved handkerchiefs outside the gate.

Si Huai's eyes froze, he reached out and grabbed the guide by the collar and lifted him up, almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "You brought me to the place of fireworks?"

"Grand... lord... lord, please spare me!" The man barely touched the ground with his toes, and twisted his wrinkled face together, "It's you who said that your body is full of fire, restless, hard... isn't it desire/ Is there nowhere for the fire to escape?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Si Huai became furious and threw him to the ground.

The man quickly turned over and knelt on the ground to admit his mistake, "The villain's eyes are stupid! The villain saw that the young master was born young and handsome, and thought that the young master was not married and had nowhere to vent his desire/fire, so he brought the young master here... ..."

Si Huai turned around and was about to leave, but stopped when he heard his words.

The symptoms the man said fit him somewhat, but he obviously had that strange dream last night, and he didn't miss any woman, could it be...

His gaze sank, and an incredible thought suddenly popped up in his heart, and he suppressed it the moment it appeared.

Throwing a heavy purse in front of the boy, Si Huai went inside and ordered, "Find me all the good-looking girls here."

Si Huai was led to a room on the second floor by a beautifully dressed madam. There was a light fragrance of flowers in the room. There was an elegant seat separated behind the ink painting screen, and a table of wine and dishes was set up.

After drinking half a jug of wine, the door was finally knocked open. The madam and the person who led the way came in one after the other, followed by a dozen young girls with heavy makeup, red and green clothes crowded together like spring. Wildflowers blooming in flower beds.

The sweet and greasy powder mixed together made people a little dizzy. Si Huai stood up with the flagon in one hand and leaned on the edge of the table in the other, walked up to the middle-aged man with a shake, and stuffed the flagon, which was half empty, into his hand Li, said: "This wine is not bad, go and get me some more, and serve the whole jar!"

The man probably remembered the money he got and the beating he almost received, so he responded with a quick movement and ran out.

The madam was about to introduce the girls she had brought one by one, but Si Huai raised his hand to stop her, and picked them one by one from the beginning to the end. In the end, only three girls with less complexion remained, and they drove everyone else away. out.

Two jars of wine were brought up quickly, Si Huai brushed away those slender hands stretched out to serve, opened the jar and drank a few mouthfuls, until the figure in his mind faded a bit, and then swayed stood up.

After hesitating for a while among the three, he left behind a girl in purple clothes, sent two pieces of silver, and sent the other two out.

"My lord, do you want a slave to serve you?" The girl sat across from him and refilled a glass of wine for him.

A faint fragrance radiated from her, perhaps because she also had the habit of burning incense and worshiping Buddha, mixed with a faint scent of sandalwood, it calmed Si Huai's mind a little.

Si Huai drank the wine in his glass, grabbed the catkin that still had refills, and pushed her forward, trapping her in front of him.

He lowered his head and approached the girl, suddenly smiled lightly, and lowered his voice to ask her, "Can you recite scriptures?"

"What?" The girl didn't hear his words clearly.

"Chant the sutra." Si Huai repeated it patiently, and began to wring his fingers, "The Lankavatara Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra..."

"Young master...Young master!" The girl grabbed his hand eagerly, and said with an aggrieved face: "I don't know, can I read poetry to you?"

"No? Then go away!"

Si Huai shook his head and grabbed her wrist to pull her out, but he didn't expect that the door of the room was roughly pushed open just as he got up.

"Si Qizhou!"

The visitor yelled aggressively, and Si Huai's drowsy head was awakened a little by his yelling, and he narrowed his eyes and looked out the door.

The man was dressed in magnolia-colored sea blue, and the purple cassock that he was wearing had not been taken off, his face was blue and white, and then changed brilliantly. Who else could it be if it wasn't the monk Lingjun who had taught the Buddhist scriptures with the prince for a day?

Si Huai giggled twice, picked up the small wine jar on the table, before he could speak, Lingjun threw it on his shoulder, and left the brothel in full view.

Past and Passion [-] ([-]rd watch)

The monk Lingjun was so strong that he fought Si Huai all the way back to Minghua Temple without changing his shoulders.

Before the person returned to the temple, the news that "the little dragon went to visit the flower building and was resisted by Master Lingjun" had already spread back. A group of monks saw Master Lingjun resisting him back to the meditation room with a gloomy face. , thinking that if he was going to be furious and reprimanded, it would hurt himself, so he hid away very tacitly.

Si Huai was carried all the way without any bumps, so he fell asleep in a daze, and didn't wake up until his back hurt when he was thrown heavily on the bed.

Without saying a word, Lingjuan pulled the quilt aside and covered him, the bent body was about to get up, when suddenly the man under him grabbed the skirt and took him down, fortunately he supported the bed board with his elbows in time. As for pressing on him.

"Lingjun..." Si Huai slightly squinted his eyes with a bit of mist, and grinned, "You still smell better, better than those smells of powder... Well, you are also better than them nice……"

His hands holding the skirts moved up a little bit, lightly brushed his lips and the tip of his nose, passed over those slightly angry eyes, landed on his brows, and carefully traced his brows.

Lingjun was born with thin earlobes, not the kind of round face and thick face, but he is a monk with an excellent face. He is very eye-catching among a group of bald monks. Even wearing cassocks, he can attract the hearts of female pilgrims.

Si Huai's restless hands were quickly caught, and he didn't struggle, still looking at that face with a smile. The faint sandalwood fragrance wrapped his not sober mind, and he suddenly felt that such a good face of this person gave birth to The hair must look good.

The scene in the dream reappeared in front of his eyes. The person he wanted to catch disappeared at the end of the road. The manjusawa all over the sky turned into a red rain of blood. There was an unquenchable fire in his heart.

He thought of that unbelievably absurd idea, but no matter how absurd, he believed it.

"Lingjun, I might... like you." He broke free from his hands and pulled the man lower, and the smell of wine mixed with the sandalwood scent on the man.

The two thin lips in front of him were a little too red, and Si Huai's panting became heavier unconsciously, and he closed his eyes tightly, and leaned forward to stick it lightly.

"What are you doing!?" Lingjun opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what happened just now, he hurriedly got up from the bed, and took a few steps back in a hurry.

Si Huai's disordered mind was a little bit sobered by his yelling, and he suddenly realized what he had done just now, and for a moment he went hoarse and didn't know what to say.

He shouldn't do such a thing, he should firmly restrain himself, and rot this feeling that he didn't know when he had arisen into his stomach.

But...if he hadn't been drunk today, how would he have known that he fell in love with this monk after a long time.

The jar of wine rolled to the side, Si Huai staggered and sat up, took the jar into his arms, lifted the mud seal and poured it with his head up.

It's better to get drunk unconsciously, treat everything tonight as a dream, and don't think about it when you wake up.

But Lingjun didn't intend to give him a chance to forget about his affairs with wine, and he snatched the wine jar just after he took a sip. Then, before Si Huai could react, he looked up at the place where Si Huai had just drunk. Head drank.

In the past, when Si Huai teased him, he would mix some wine into the water. This was the first time he had tasted the taste of real strong wine. After taking a few sips, he choked and coughed a few times, and the blush crept from his cheeks to the back of his ears. .

"Great...Master..." Si Huai looked at him blankly, and pointed to the wine jar he held in his hand, "Buddha...Buddhist precepts, don't drink alcohol."

Lingjun ignored these words, stepped forward and knelt on the edge of the bed, stared into Si Huai's eyes and asked, "Who told you to go to that kind of place?"

"What?" Si Huai's head, which was still stunned by Jiu Jin, didn't turn around.

"I said..." Lingjun stepped forward a little bit, and repeated in a low and slow tone, "Who allowed you to go to that kind of place!?"

This time Si Huai finally realized where the place he was referring to was, and he also noticed very keenly that the first "who let" has changed to the second "who is allowed", the change of tone is very similar ...Catch/rape the jealous young man in bed.

He was taken aback by the thought that flashed through his mind, put his hands on Lingjun's shoulders, and asked with some uncertainty: "You treat me...do you also..."

That transparently red mouth was pursed into a pale line, Lingjun's gaze seemed to be a little erratic, and he nodded slightly.

Si Huai wasn't sure if Lingjun was sober enough to know what he was asking, but when he saw him nodding his head, he felt that the restless fire in his heart ignited the blood in his whole body, and it flowed violently throughout his body, swallowing up the only thing he had. A trace of sanity.

"Lingjun..." He heard his heavy panting, "I feel uncomfortably hot, can I..."

Lingjun didn't speak, and before he had time to speak, his warm hand scratched Si Huai's wrist, and he turned over with him, pressing him down.

Si Huai's hands trembled uncontrollably. After a while, he carefully took off the purple cassock. His fingers touched the snow-white patch on his neck. He was about to pull down the skirt when he suddenly heard the person below him. He muttered something in a low voice, and listened closer, only to find that he was reciting the mantra of clearing the heart.

I don't know if it was his pure heart spell that took effect, or if the alcohol was gone after a lot of tossing, the heat on Si Huai's body suddenly calmed down, he slapped himself hard, and scolded himself a hundred and eighty times in his heart : Bastard, he's a monk!

As if wanting to escape, Si Huai got up in a hurry, but before he could sit still, Lingjun pulled him down again and pressed him tightly.

There seemed to be half a spark in those usually clean and gentle eyes, which made Si Huai's bear-hearted leopard smile even more than a sparrow, but he smiled lightly and said: "I eat vegetarian food all my life and recite Buddha's name. , I beg the Buddha to protect the common people, I feel guilty for being like you today, so I recited a scripture."

"You are a monk, I shouldn't..."

Before Si Huai could finish his sentence, he was rolled around by the people under him, the world turned upside down before his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he was already pinned down by Lingjun.

Suddenly realizing what Lingjun was going to do, he quickly grabbed those wrists and said hurriedly: "Lingjun, you are breaking the precept!"

He has already broken the precept to drink alcohol tonight, if he breaks this precept again, what face will he have to gain a foothold in the temple.

Lingjun just looked at him quietly, as if wanting to engrave his appearance into his heart, caressed the red mole on his eyelid with a somewhat hot hand, and suddenly said very seriously: "The poor monk is ruthless. No desire, but you are a world of mortals, persistent obsession, bone disease."

Si Huai didn't expect him to say such a thing, for a moment he didn't know what to do, he was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice became a little hoarse.

"Then what about your Buddha?" He is merciful and saves the world, and has immeasurable merits, Si Huai is not willing to let him give up because of his own selfishness.

Lingjun seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled lightly, and then put on an extremely serious expression, "I became a monk not because of the chaos in the world of mortals, but because of the Buddha and the common people. If you are with me, you must promise me Do the right way and help the common people."

"I promise you." Si Huai raised the corners of his mouth slantingly, showing an almost seductive smile, a light blue color floated up in his eyes, he stretched out his hands to grab Lingjun's neck, trying to push him down again Unexpectedly, the person pressing on him was like the big stone clock under Panasonic, sinking and motionless.

He gave a low "Yo", raised his brows lightly, put on a joking tone, and said, "Master Sheng Zen, so many people are watching you take me out of the brothel, you can't let me go, you are mine."

"Well, you are mine."

"Tsk!" Si Huai didn't intend to argue with him on the question of relying on strength to win the result. He wrapped a strand of long hair around Lingjun's neck and continued to ask: "Then you will continue to accompany the prince tomorrow?" Drink tea and talk scriptures?"

"No, tomorrow we will set off for Mount Lancang."

Si Huai didn't notice the word "we" he deliberately bit down, and frowned slightly, "Lancang Mountain? Is there something evil out there?"

"Hush!" Lingjun grabbed his flailing hands with one hand and pressed them to the top of his head, stopping Si Huai's thoughts of going around and waiting for an opportunity to turn up.

Without waiting for the people under him to struggle, Lingjun slowly bent down, and lightly stamped on his red mole that was so red that people could imagine.

After being kissed by him, Si Huai hurriedly closed his eyes, only to feel Lingjun's breath spraying from his cheeks to his ears, and the next moment, a low murmur floated into his ears, "Qi Zhou, bring out your dragon horns."

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Rounding it up, I’m just playing with a scooter, and I’ll make up the content by myself hehehe

PS: ①There are no scriptural records about the "Flowers of Heaven" and "Flowers of Hell" in the article. I edited them, but they can be found online~

②Don’t ask me why they got together so quickly in the previous life. In the previous life, they were secretly in love and got together smoothly. As for why what happened later, let me make it up slowly (cross out! Drag it out and fight!)

Combining the three chapters of the previous life into a big fat chapter and updating it, the next chapter will continue to return to the present world, I love you~~