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The little monk stared so hard that his eyeballs almost fell off, Zhu Jiuyin hesitated, then suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, then picked up the man and ran away!

After running far away, the two of them stopped in another empty yard, and Zhu Jiuyin put down the little monk who was caught under his arm. There was a soft "creak", the little monk hung his head and said nothing, and Zhu Jiuyin was also full of embarrassment.

"The moon is bright tonight."

"What are they doing?"

"Didn't you just fall asleep, why did you suddenly wake up again?"

"What are they doing?"

"Are you awake from the wine? Just now, there was a cool breeze blowing in the sky. Does your headache hurt? Come and stick your head over to me to touch—"

"What are they doing?"

Covering the little monk's head with his big hands, he fumbled for a while, then withdrew his hands, and said to himself: "Well, it seems that I haven't caught the cold anymore, so I can rest assured, good, happy time is always It's going too fast, so let's leave it at that, you go back to your meditation room, and I'll be in my wing, and we'll—"

The moment the man turned around and was about to leave, someone pulled his sleeve from behind. He froze for a moment, then turned around helplessly, and saw the little monk staring at him blankly and uneasily: "What are Senior Brother Hui Neng and Senior Brother Shi Yuan doing? Why did Senior Brother Shi Yuan press down on Senior Brother Hui Neng? Why did Senior Brother Hui Neng look in pain? Why did Senior Brother Shi Yuan's copied scriptures be scattered all over the floor?"

Zhu Jiuyin helplessly stretched out a finger: "First of all, the two of them are doing happy things, well, you know it too, Tantra is about the great harmony between heaven and earth."

Zhu Jiuyin helplessly stretched out her second finger: "Secondly, happy things can only be done by one person pressing on another person's body. Of course, if you are happy, sitting on another person's body is also—cough ..."

Zhu Jiuyin helplessly stretched out the third finger: "Furthermore, your brother Huineng doesn't call it pain. As for what it's called, don't ask me. I won't tell you, because it's not suitable for children."

Zhu Jiuyin helplessly stretched out the fourth finger: "Finally, as for the handwritten scriptures scattered all over the place, here is only an exaggerated foil technique of 'when the love is strong, it is difficult to restrain'...they probably were really talking about it at the beginning. I just talked about the scriptures, and I probably realized that the moonlight is just right tonight, the snow outside the window is extremely romantic, and the brazier in the meditation room is too hot to burn, so you, brother Shi Yuan, caught the brother Huineng who was studying the scriptures seriously Succeed, pull him into my arms—"

Zhu Jiuyin went from being difficult to speak at the beginning to being very excited, and finally she simply made up a story to perfectly restore the scene at that time——

Until a soft "pop" interrupted his words.

The little monk raised his hands and tightly covered his ears.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Oh, I also know spicy ears.

Facing the little monk's stare, Zhu Jiuyin joked lazily with a smile: "Look at the cooperation between the two of them, this is definitely not the first time...Why, do you really think that preaching the scriptures and teaching the Buddha can teach a whole world?" night?"

Shi Kong: "Can't you?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "I can't."

Shi Kong: "..."

After a moment of silence, Zhu Jiuyin saw the little monk looking like he wanted to refute, so he took the lead to break the silence and said: "I know you can, but you have to know that not everyone in the world is as boring as you—my lord has It’s normal for adults not to understand, you child.”

"But if you only know how to talk about joy and enjoyment, what kind of monks are you? They press the scriptures under their bodies and do that, that..." Shi Kong bit his lower lip, showing a struggling and shameless expression, "Polluted."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, as if he was very sad that he had to use such words to describe his two respected senior brothers—especially Shi Yuan, who was quiet, dignified, restrained and compassionate on weekdays... and Shi Kong who just passed through the window The gap saw the person who was immersed in desire, lowered his head and just ruthlessly pushed himself into the person below him, like a wild beast completely controlled by primitive desire...

It's like two people.

Feeling that the little monk in front of him became quiet, Zhu Jiuyin glanced at him indifferently: "For them, it's meditation."

"?"

"Esoteric Buddhism is also a recognized sect," Zhu Jiuyin rolled his eyes, "Don't you bald donkeys love to preach that the Buddha has a broad heart and can tolerate the world's compassion, good and evil, so naturally you have to accept others' differences People who believe in Buddhism or have different understandings of Buddhism—how do you know that when you put the essence...uh, when you put it on the scriptures, didn't your brother Huineng read in his heart: Amitabha?"

"..."

"……What's wrong?"

"You think I'm a fool?"

"You are a fool." Zhu Jiuyin lowered her eyes, "If I hadn't stopped you just now, I'm afraid you would have climbed in through that window—oh, let's not talk about whether there is any lovesickness among your two senior brothers." Dryad..."

"Didn't you mark it?"

"They didn't take off their clothes. What if it's just because of the tree demon that they should learn to obey the Tantric sect?" Zhu Jiuyin rolled up her sleeves, "I was afraid that you might scare the snake into redemption just now, and finally got some evidence..."

"A person like Senior Brother Shi Yuan shouldn't suddenly go to practice Tantric Buddhism."

"Oh, does that mean that he just wants to have some tenderness with your brother Huineng, which is more acceptable to you?"

"..."

Zhu Jiuyin rolled his eyes and yawned. The ugly time will be over now, and it will be dawn in two hours—long also needs enough sleep to maintain a beautiful and handsome face, so He decided not to stand in this cold place and discuss the beliefs of other bald donkeys with this little bald donkey, and irresponsibly said "rest early", then turned and left.

Leaving Shi Kong standing alone, the moonlight stretched his shadow very long...

After a long time, a gust of cool wind blew and rolled up the snow and dust.

Only then did the little monk move. He lowered his eyes, patted the snowflakes that had just fallen on his shoulders, and turned to leave—but he went not to the meditation room where he was resting, but to the slightly yellow light not far away. , the Buddhist hall where the sound of wooden fish is faintly heard.

The little monk pushed open the wooden door, and the monk who was watching the night was startled by a light creak. The sound of the wooden fish beating and the sound of chanting stopped abruptly. When he turned his head and saw a thin figure standing outside the threshold, he relaxed. In one breath: "Shikong? Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and come to the Buddhist hall?"

"I feel uneasy."

Shi Kong said lightly, while he was talking, he stepped over the threshold, and his whole body came to a slightly bright place... At the same time, a gust of wind blew past.With the slight smell of alcohol on his body, he got into the nose of the monk who was kneeling in front of the Buddha.

"...You, have you been drinking?" the monk asked in disbelief.

But Shikong didn't answer him, he just went to the Buddha and knelt down in front of the Buddha, bowed down three times, then straightened up, closed his eyes and said calmly, "I feel uneasy in my heart."

"..."

"So drink away your sorrows," the little monk opened his eyes, turned around and glanced at the senior brother beside him, and suddenly smiled and said, "Is it like willing to degenerate like this, and ignoring the monk's law and Buddhist regulations? Like a demon, there is no cure?"

"Shi Kong, you..."

"But I happen to be troubled by this kind of thing—someone told me that if I only have my own patriarchal clan in my heart and regard others as demons and heretics, this in itself seems to be contrary to the Dharma in my heart. "

"..."

"Who stipulated not to drink and have fun? Who stipulated not to touch meat? Who stipulated not to indulge desires and get close to women? If it is Buddhism, I am willing to die, but if others don't think so, should I do it for you?" Does the Buddha condemn these people?" The little monk lowered his eyes, "Brother, I am confused."

The people around him opened their mouths wide, unable to answer a word.

He just stared blankly at the little monk beside him, bowed deeply to the tall Buddha statue in front of them, and closed his eyes.Recited a few Heart Sutras piously and quietly——when he opened his eyes again, in those black pupils, the previous entanglements and struggles seemed to have disappeared.

The little monk stared at the Buddha statue in front of him for a while, and after a while, he smiled wryly, turned his head and said to his senior brother who was stunned in place——

"Brother, have you seen it? The Buddha is no longer smiling."

"..."

The little monk's words made the monk break out in cold sweat, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the appearance of the Buddha statue - under the dim light of the Buddha lamp, the tall, solemn and compassionate Buddha statue was still the same as before. The Buddha lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling, looking down compassionately and caring for all living beings.

In such a cold weather, a bead of sweat dripped down the monk's forehead. He heaved a sigh of relief and smiled tensely: "No, it's still normal? Brother Shikong, don't talk nonsense, be careful not to be overheard by the master." I will be punished again..."

"Oh."

The little monk responded, and flicked another bead with the bergamot bracelet in his hand——the color of that bead seemed to be old, with the light of repeated rubbing, and it was different from the color of other beads... Xiao The monk lowered his head and smiled, and said lightly, "Then just stop smiling at me."

"..."

The little monk bent down and kowtowed in front of the Buddha——

"Perhaps I was really wrong."

The wind blew, and the Buddha lamp swayed.

Everything is silent, only the soft words of the Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist hall.

……

Shi Kong didn't know what was going on, and after chanting the scriptures, he fell asleep exhausted——

Then he had a very strange dream.

In the dream, the person overlapping each other in the meditation room is no longer Senior Brother Shi Yuan and Senior Brother Hui Neng, but the one under the pressure is him... He let out a suppressed murmur from his mouth, and the tip of his nose was pressed against the couch On the straw mat of the house, he could even clearly smell the strange smell of the straw mat.

Who is in the ear is that he is speaking intimate whispers, the voice is a man, he is whispering something in his ear, the warm breath hits his ear, it makes people feel as if the bones of the body are going to tremble soft……

A brazier was burning not far away, and the dry wood in the brazier made a crackling sound, but this sound could not conceal the heavy breathing in the room. The fire burning in the brazier seemed to be put into his body , which made him feel warm and satisfied all over his body, as if his mind was blank...

The voice coming from the depths of his nasal cavity made the little monk dare not imagine that it was actually himself.

He called the person behind him "Zhu Jiuyin" and told him to be quicker or lighter. If the person behind him didn't take good care of him, he would call him a monster——

The person behind him laughed softly, as if he liked his scolding.Be more evil--

Under the dim Buddha lamp, two figures overlapped, and in the Buddhist hall, the merciful Buddha statue——

Not smiling.

……

Shi Kong was awakened alive.

Jumping up from the bed suddenly, when he found that everything was just a dream, he heaved a long breath and felt grateful for the rest of his life... Then he found himself sleeping on the couch in the meditation room—even though he himself I don't know how I came to the Zen room from the Buddhist hall, not to mention what he said and did after entering the Buddhist hall last night...

headache.

The little monk clutched his head and got up from the bed, lifted the quilt to find something was wrong, and then found out.His crotch was wet, and even the couch under him...

Like bedwetting.

...He's 15 years old and still wets the bed? !

What kind of monster is that plum wine! ! ! !

Is it Buddha's punishment for the monk? ! !

The little monk jumped out of the bed as if frightened, feeling top-heavy, stepped on his cloth shoes and came to the bronze mirror. When he looked in the mirror, he was startled: his complexion was ugly like a ghost, and his eyes were bruised like 300 I haven't had a good night's sleep in ten thousand years.

He ran to the sink and washed his face with icy cold water. The cold water made his head hurt even more, but he became more awake, and vaguely remembered the broken fragments of yesterday——

Was tricked by Zhu Jiuyin to go down the mountain, ate all the vulgar food down the mountain, and finally couldn't resist the temptation to drink for some reason, and then never let go of the wine bottle.

Bought a small goldfish lantern.

Drunk, followed Zhu Jiuyin to climb other people's roofs.

The lantern is lost.

He rode through the clouds on the back of a dragon.

On the pine branches on the mountain behind Anle Temple.The man bent over with his sleeves folded and talked to him with a smile, the dim moonlight seemed to stain those red eyes...

And in the Zen room of Anle Temple, the panting sound and overlapping projections——

Shi Kong's heart jumped wildly, he lowered his head and looked at his wet crotch, he screamed "Oops" as if he understood what was happening instantly, he covered his crotch, turned around and jumped back on the couch, rummaging through a pair of clean monk trousers I'm going to put it on...

At this time, the voice that told him to listen to the way of falling demons came from outside the meditation room——

"Little monk..."

"Little monk?"

"Little bald donkey, I'm here to bring you a hangover soup..."

Shi Kong: "..."

Tangled body.

Strong chest.

He lay prone on the couch, the smell of the straw mat easily entered his nostrils, he cried and asked the people behind him to slow down and please, but his body was extremely satisfied.

He called him little monk...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The little monk lifted the quilt to cover his head as if facing an enemy.Curled up on the couch, it turned into a bulging hill.

The man who left alone with the hangover soup and ate the closed door was bewildered: What the hell?What's the situation?