dragon pen

In the water, the man's face became somewhat blurred, Shi Kong could only see him wagging his tail and pushing himself deeper into the hot spring——

The wine was swallowed unexpectedly, the ensuing suffocation and the warm water pouring into his nose and ears made him subconsciously grab the arm clasped around his shoulder...

He saw the dragon's tail swaying, which made the demon get closer to him, and the tip of his tongue easily broke into his mouth to share the wine with him, and when he was about to suffocate, he breathed life-saving breath into his chest lungs—

In the end, it was probably not that Zhu Jiuyin was holding Shi Kong hostage, but it was more like Shi Kong actively hugged Zhu Jiuyin with his backhand, unwilling to let him leave...

Shi Kong felt his tongue touch the other's in a panic, which made him slightly flustered and widened his eyes slightly - he was not sure if the other party felt this, because he seemed to see the corner of the man's lips hooked in a blur. Get up... The next moment, they stopped sinking, Shi Kong only felt his shoulders tighten, and then a strong upward force brought him back to the place close to the light source——

When the water broke through, the fresh air outside the hot spring caused Shi Kong's chest to rise and fall greedily. He inhaled the fresh breath fiercely, and was lifted ashore by the tail of the dragon behind him——

Then without hesitation, he turned around and kicked the handsome face behind him who was still trying to get close to him!

"what!"

Zhu Jiuyin was caught off guard by being kicked, she fell backwards, her huge tail splashed huge splashes on the water surface and sank to the bottom of the hot spring—during the splashes, the little monk sitting on the bank paused, and then Falling backwards like losing strength...

Then the time for a cup of tea passed.

The surface of the water has also been calm for such a long time.

A trace of water suddenly slipped across the calm water, and amidst the mist around the water, a silver-haired man emerged quietly from the water, stretched out his slender fingertips and poked the little monk's feet——

"……do not be angry."

"..."

"Don't be angry."

"..."

"I'm just joking, oops, it's because you're in a bad mood, right? Who knew you're not good at water? You sink like a weight in the water, and you're so stupid that you want to open your mouth to your stomach pouring water in it—how can this hot spring water taste better than plum wine..."

"..."

"Look at you staring at me now, you are more than ten times more energetic than you were just now, your eyes are so bright that even the water vapor can't cover them, I am almost making you shy! You were so sluggish just now! You can't do that when you—”

"..."

no respond.

Lying on the pebbles by the hot spring, the little monk was drenched like a drowned chicken, he looked up at the sky, the monk's robes on his body were piled up on him in a mess because of the wet water and the struggle just now. On his body—the collar that was meticulously folded on weekdays was ripped open, revealing the looming collarbone underneath; the sleeves were pulled up high, one side was long and the other was short, and there was a looming spot on the wrist of one hand, which looked like a mosquito bite. red marks; one of his shoes is missing, the other is loose on his feet...

No matter how the man next to his ear tried to explain, the little monk ignored him—except when he bluntly said something like "I want to make you happy when you are in a bad mood", he turned his head and gave him a look. For the rest of the time, they lay by the hot springs like a drowned corpse.

The faint sweetness of the plum wine in the mouth has not completely dissipated, and the wonderful feeling of burning and numbness when the tip of the tongue flows seems to be deeply imprinted in my mind...

Body warm.

From the stomach to the lower abdomen is more like being set on a warm fire——

Very comfortable.

……Oops.

Shi Kong lowered his eyes, thinking blankly, what am I doing?It's fine to break the precept after drinking, but he shamelessly began to relive the taste of the liquor, as if he wanted to find another chance to——

...Ahhh, Amitabha!

There was a trace of panic flashing in the dark pupils, thinking that perhaps the warm and ambiguous atmosphere of the hot spring made him unable to keep his mind awake, and the little monk lying on the shore got up from the ground rolling like a carp— —

Instead, he frightened the man lying on the water's edge and staring at him eagerly!

There was the sound of rushing water in the hot spring, and the man raised his emerald dragon tail, and grabbed his leg just as the little monk was about to turn around to leave—the little monk shook and almost fell to the ground, ruthlessly Stumbling violently, he turned his head and glared fiercely at the man: "What are you doing?"

"Living Buddha Jigong once said, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart'... This is a very good statement. It is to criticize you monks who have many rules. If you take the Buddhist principle to heart, what's the point? The so-called abstinence from alcohol—”

"Stop talking nonsense." Shi Kong sneered, "If you are uneducated, read more books. The next line of this sentence is 'If the world learns from me, it is like entering the way of a demon'... Monks, you must do what you should do, you shouldn't Don’t do whatever you do, such a rule has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, why should we—”

Shikong stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and for a long time he looked at Zhu Jiuyin's face and said indifferently: "Forget it, what's the use of me telling you so much, you are a demon, you don't understand anything."

When he said this, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, it was because his lips were slightly red because of the plum wine that had been taken by Zhu Jiuyin before—maybe it was because of the alcohol, or because he thought the taste was good. After spending a long time, I selfishly bit the tofu-like lips and gnawed and played with them for a while... Now standing by the hot spring, the little monk looked indifferent, and his body was dripping wet, except for the lips that talked one after another. , so that people can't move their eyes.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted meaningfully.

Raising the corners of his lips, he said, "You say 'you are a demon', but I'm going to go to the Yamen to accuse you of racial discrimination..."

"You go, the Yamen doesn't care about this kind of thing!"

As he spoke, Shi Kong seemed to have noticed Zhu Jiuyin's gaze, raised his hand and roughly wiped his lips with his sleeve, glared fiercely at Zhu Jiuyin's hateful smile, pulled his foot out of the dragon's tail, turned around going away-

After taking two steps, he circled back.

He picked up the clean monk's robes that had been placed upright on the big rocks on the shore and put them into his arms.

Zhu Jiuyin: "?"

Shi Kong: "I won't wear it for you!"

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "I fed you a mouthful of good wine hand in hand, that's how you repay me so meanly."

Shi Kong: "You are forcing me to break a precept."

Zhu Jiuyin: "Wrong, this gentleman is showing you the world of adults."

Shi Kong rolled his eyes, and put the clean and warm monk's robe on himself under Zhu Jiuyin's eyelids, which slightly shielded the biting chill brought by the wet clothes on his body when the wind blew past him... The robe is for Zhu Jiuyin took it, so after he was wearing sleeves that were too long, he lowered his head and carefully rolled up the sleeves, Shi Kong really walked away.

The kind of people who walk away without looking back.

On the way down the mountain, Shi Kong's heart beat a little faster, his head was dizzy for a while, and he was excited again for a while. His whole body was top-heavy, and his steps couldn't help but quicken—the cold air when going up the mountain seemed to be dispelled by the wine in his stomach...

That thing, at least, is really useful for dispelling the cold?No wonder those martial arts knights always like to warm wine in winter and carry a pile of broad beans, so they can lie in the tavern for a long time without moving their buttocks... Shi Kong thought about going down the mountain all the way, and when he reached the temple gate, he sneezed hard , the delusion in the mind also disappeared with one step into the temple gate——

At this time, there were already pilgrims coming and going in the temple, and everyone had their own concerns, but no one noticed that the young monk's robe was not neat, and there were faint traces of water from under the cloth.

Shi Kong bypassed the crowd, went back to the room and changed into clean and well-fitting clothes, and when he walked out of the room again, he returned to his previous meticulous appearance, with neatly folded skirts and no wrinkles...

Then he went to Master Yuan Hai's room with a calm face, knocked on the door, and before Yuan Hai could ask him why he came, the little monk knelt down on the futon—

"Master, I accidentally broke the precept today and tasted the aged plum wine. Afterwards, instead of repenting for it, I became greedy for its benefits and never forgot... Such greed, which is like being driven by a demon, may lead to evil results if you don't get rid of it. ..."

The little monk respectfully kowtowed to the abbot of Anle Temple——

"Also ask Master to punish."

"...Are you drinking?" Monk Yuan Hai was puzzled, "Where did you get the wine? You get up first..."

"Others coaxed the little monk to drink it." Shi Kong said honestly, "But he still drank it."

After speaking, he sneezed.

Monk Yuanhai sat cross-legged on the futon, looking at the red-nosed apprentice who was obviously infected with the wind-cold and determined to receive punishment, felt helpless and funny, bent slightly and asked, "Has the wind-cold?"

"No, Achoo!"

"Monks don't lie."

The little monk kowtowed again: "Young monk is wrong, it's the wind and cold."

Yuan Hai stood up, helped the little monk who was kneeling on the ground tremblingly, and stroked his head: "Worshiping Buddha and not monks, you child has many rules, how many times have I told you that you only need to talk to Master?" Stand still..."

Shi Kong sneezed two or three times in a row, rubbed the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes became a little red from sneezing, he had a frowning face: "Master, I'm drinking, and I'm still thinking about how delicious it is, what should I do?"

"What wine did you drink?"

"Plum wine."

"Why do you miss it?"

"Sweet, and very warm." Speaking of plum wine, Shi Kong first looked longingly, and after a random reaction, he frown again, "It's over, it's over! Amitabha! Master! The little monk is stunned!"

"Well, you are stupefied. If you weren't a monk, you would have become a little drunk." Yuan Hai smiled and said, "Master said that you didn't see anyone after a while after you came out of the Buddhist hall to keep the lamp last night. I wanted to ask you to boast that the steps in front of the Buddhist hall were swept clean but I couldn't find anyone, so I was rushing to break the precept..."

Shi Kong looked annoyed.

Yuan Hai looked interesting, and knew that his honest apprentice didn't mean it, so he sent him to a meditation room where a brazier had just been born, where Yuan Hai was going to go to for punishment to copy scriptures.

"But I usually copy the scriptures when I'm free." Shi Kong said, "The little monk violated the precepts, how can the master punish him like this, if the senior brothers find out—"

"Your brothers and sisters usually do more petty tricks in private. If you know that you will be punished if you drink too much, you may not be able to sleep well at night. Think about Hui Hai back then..."

Yuan Hai's words stopped suddenly.

Shi Kong also frowned slightly.

After a long time, Yuan Hai's white eyebrows were stained with sadness, and he sighed: "Then let's punish him with another lunch. If he fails to copy the "Heart Sutra" five times before lunch, he will be punished." Do not eat."

The meaning of the words seemed to mean that he didn’t want to continue talking—Shi Kong was not stupid, he knew that the sudden mention of Hui Hai made Master sad, so he didn’t dare to say any more. After casting a glance at Yuan Hai, he hesitated and left the room.

……

An hour later.

When Zhu Jiuyin finished soaking in the hot spring and swaggered out of the hot spring to return to Anle Temple, he caught a monk and asked Shi Kong where he had gone, but the answer was that Shi Kong broke the precept by drinking alcohol and was fined to be confined in a Zen room up.

"What?" Zhu Jiuyin was stunned, "You can be found out after just one sip? Could it be that you are insane from alcohol? Can you go insane after just one sip?"

"No," said the monk, "I heard that I went to the master to confess my mistake!"

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

"Don't you know, Shi Kong is like this, following the rules, everyone said that he might be the next Shi Yuan in the future!" The monk laughed as he said, "I heard that the younger brother has contracted a cold, The master didn't punish him too much, he just stuffed him into a meditation room with a warm basin to copy scriptures..."

Zhu Jiuyin, who was about to walk away, paused, and his face was blank: "Is it still cold?"

"Yeah, I don't know how to do it."

"..."

The monk said that and walked away, Liuzhu Jiuyin stood there alone with his sleeves folded and looked at the sky for a while... Then he went to the meditation room that the monk said to find Shikong.

The location of the meditation room was secluded, and Zhu Jiuyin had to spend some effort to find the place.When I got to the window of the bed and opened it, I was ready to be ridiculed, but I didn't expect that in the meditation room, I saw the little monk sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a brush in his hand, just like this. Bit by bit, I fell asleep halfway through copying the scriptures...

"..."

Only then did he remember that when he came back this morning, the little monk was sweeping the floor in front of the Buddhist hall, obviously he had just stayed up all night after keeping the lamp.

Zhu Jiuyin touched his chin. At this time, he caught a glimpse of the unnatural blush on the face of the little monk who was dozing with his head down, so he leaned out of the window and touched his forehead——

Sure enough, it was a little hot.

what.

It's no wonder that you don't catch the wind and cold when you go down the mountain wet in the cold wind.

...Although the culprit who made people wet all over was him, Mr. Zhu Jiuyin.

But isn't it said that fools can't catch cold?

Well, so it's still the little bald donkey's own problem.

While thinking about it, Zhu Jiuyin returned the pot to Shi Kong as a matter of course—but despite this, he still reached out and grabbed the little monk's forehead not far up, as if pulling something out of his Take away from the body...

After his actions like this, the sleeping little monk's heavy breathing became much more relaxed, and even the unnatural blush on his face subsided a little.

Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the ink-stained Buddhist scriptures and was silent for a moment.Then he closed the window twice, turned and left.

After a while, snow fell from the sky again, and the snowflakes hit the window edge with a slight sound...

Little by little, the head of the little monk fell asleep in the warm meditation room, and the surroundings of the meditation room returned to the original tranquility, and then quickly covered up the footprints left by the man by the window, as if no one had ever been there Same.