dragon pen

When Zhu Jiuyin walked to the window, a pillow flew out and slapped him on the face. The man stepped back three steps in a row, and the small pot in his hand was well protected... He took the pillow off his face with one hand , Looking into the room from the window: at a glance, I saw the bulge shivering on the bed.

Zhu Jiuyin raised her eyebrows, came to the door, pushed it open——

To him, the door that was locked from the inside was pushed open as easily as the door was open. When he came to the small table, he put down the hangover soup in his hand, came to the bed, and called out to the bulging bag: " Hello."

no respond.

"Little bald donkey."

no respond.

"Are you dead?"

no respond.

Finally, Zhu Jiuyin couldn't bear it anymore and didn't intend to waste any more time. He grabbed the quilt no matter how hard the person inside struggled and opened it. The person inside let out an "ah" and was thrown over by him, including the person and the quilt. Yin was about to ask "what are you doing", when he saw the wet crotch of the little monk, and then he was also stunned...

After a moment of silence, he covered the quilt back for the little monk with a pious face.

"It seems that hangover soup is really not suitable for you today. What should you drink in this situation? Red bean soup or seaweed soup?"

Zhu Jiuyin sat down next to the window, and the person on the bed shrank away from the foot of the bed as if facing an enemy—Zhu Jiuyin didn't know what he was doing, glanced at the corner and huddled in the corner with his eyes closed, muttering something in his mouth The corner of his lips twitched slightly: "What are you doing? This is a normal phenomenon that normal blue children will have. Everyone will have it when they grow up, including your master, senior brother...you blue child is not Okay, what scriptures should I recite? To suppress shock?"

The voice of broken thoughts stopped.

The pair of tightly closed black eyes opened, and the little monk stared at the man by the window. After a while, he said angrily: "I don't believe it, you go."

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "You come out first and speak carefully."

Shikong: "I don't."

Zhu Jiuyin: "It's nothing, are you going to shrink in that corner for the rest of your life?"

Shi Kong: "For a lifetime, I won't come out."

Zhu Jiuyin nodded in agreement and said: "Yeah, after a while those bald donkeys all got up, and after breakfast, one bald donkey said, Hey, where did Shi Kong go, and then everyone found that you were gone, so they swarmed I came to look for you! What happened? I saw you huddled in a corner with wet pants, guess what? They must have rushed to congratulate you: Congratulations, Junior Brother Shikong, congratulations on growing up!"

Zhu Jiuyin spoke very visually, and her tone was frustrating when simulating the dialogue.

Shi Kong's face changed from the paleness just now to red and then to the pale blue, when Zhu Jiuyin's words fell, he stretched out a foot from under the quilt to step on Zhu Jiuyin's back and kicked , pursed his mouth and said: "Get out."

"That's not what you said yesterday when you were lying on my back." Zhu Jiuyin said casually.

The little monk sticking to his back last night was really hard to deal with, he was giggling like a brown candy, he called him "Jiujiu" and he didn't change his words, the grave of the last person who treated Zhu Jiuyin so arrogantly was three feet high, However, the little monk was still alive, and when he heard the facts stated by Zhu Jiuyin at this moment, he became the more excited one, jumped up and covered Zhu Jiuyin's face with the other pillow left on the bed——

"You still say! You still say! Without you, nothing will happen! The past ten years, little monk, have lived peacefully, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha every day to be satisfied and happy! Ever since you appeared, nothing is right! Brother Huihai is dead Senior Brother Hui Neng and Senior Brother Shi Yuan have become like that! The young monk tasted the taste of wine and never forgot it, and he couldn’t forget it even after chanting scriptures and meditation, but yesterday he returned it..."

Shi Kong couldn't tell.

He had yelled enough, his hangover head hurt even more... He covered his head with the quilt as if he was extremely disgusted with himself, and there was a sobbing sound from the thick quilt. After a long time, he said dully: "Zhu Jiuyin, let's go."

Zhu Jiuyin froze for a moment.

He always felt that the so-called "you go" did not mean simply "get out of my room"... Sure enough, the next moment, he heard Shi Kong say again: "It was a mistake to bring you back from the mountain. , it’s all the monk’s own fault.”

Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyebrows, and wanted to pull the quilt again: "Didn't I tell you not to use such a sour name—"

He lifted the quilt, and then looked into a pair of red, moist eyes.

He saw regret, entanglement, and sadness in those eyes.

Zhu Jiuyin was stunned.

"You go."

A resolute voice came, making the half-stretched man's hand stop in the air... The red pupils narrowed slightly. In fact, the three words "Zhu Jiuyin" have never been compatible with the words "caring" and "patient". Above, now that he is driven away like this, the man has gradually lost his original desire to play around——

For him, without this, there is probably nothing.

The moment the quilt was covered again, the red pupils became indifferent. If Shi Kong could see them at this time, he would be surprised to find how different these eyes were from the ones he saw on the pine branches under the moon yesterday. ...The man lowered his hands, stood up, stood by the bed, and finally asked, "What about the Acacia Tree Demon?"

"I'll tell Master in a while." The person covered under the quilt said, "Let him solve it."

Zhu Jiuyin thought that he could solve the shit.

But right now he doesn't bother to meddle anymore - he's too full to meddle in his own business - and now he's not happy to meddle so much.

After thinking for a while, the man turned around and left. The hostage creaked open the door with only a crack, and then closed it with a bang. Not long after, the room fell into dead silence again.

Until even the sound of footsteps disappeared in the corridor, a cold wind blew outside the room, and the windows were "slapped"... The bulge shrunk in the corner of the bed moved, and then carefully opened a corner, The little monk under the quilt poked his head out, only to realize that there was really no one in the room.

He let out a long breath, jumped out of bed, quickly put on new pants, threw the dirty pants into the bucket in the outer courtyard, and washed his face with the bucket of water... When he heard the voices of other senior brothers talking outside, He opened the door and greeted them as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Shikong, are you awake? Yesterday I heard Senior Brother Huibei say that you fell asleep in the Buddhist hall, and he couldn't leave to take care of the Buddha lamp. Or that Senior Brother Zhujiu just happened to pass by and brought you back, otherwise you would sleep in the Buddhist hall?" You must have caught a cold tonight!"

"...That's it."

"Yeah, yeah, you have to thank him for a while. You are obviously a guest, but you take care of the monks who go to this temple—"

Shi Kong was about to talk, when the senior brother on the other side said again: "What? But I just saw that senior brother Zhujiu retreated from the wing and was about to go down the mountain? He seemed to be leaving in a hurry..."

"..."

"Really? Shikong, Senior Brother Zhujiu seems to have a good relationship with you, did you come to say goodbye to you before leaving?"

"He has been here."

"Oh, that's good, that's good, I'm afraid you will miss it."

"..."

Shi Kong smiled at the two senior brothers, and found an excuse to dismiss them. He retracted his head behind the door and closed the door. Turn around and go back to the room in silence.

There is a pot on the table in the room, Shi Kong picks up the lid, and as expected, there is a pot of hangover soup from nowhere... Just touching the body of the pot, it is not difficult to find that in such a cold winter, no matter the body of the pot It's still the stuff inside, and it's probably cooled down.

Shi Kong poured himself a small cup and took a sip——

The cold liquid flowed down the tip of the tongue and passed through the stomach, the last trace of warmth in the body seemed to be dispelled, the hands and feet became cold, and the fingertips holding the small cup became stiffer...

For no reason, he thought that when he was pulled into the hot spring, his whole body was surrounded by warm water, and there was a soft touch pressing on his lips. The other party's flexible tongue pried open his teeth, and poured plum wine and The air entered his mouth——he was forced to swallow the hot and spicy thing, and his body became warm; his brain was also chasing the oxygen because of the blank instinct...

what.

Shi Kong put down the cup and frowned slightly.

After a long time, he picked up the pot without hesitation, turned around and returned to the courtyard, poured out the hangover soup that he hadn't touched a few times in the pot, lowered his eyes, and placed the pot on the corridor.

The little monk left in a hurry.

……

After a while, he came to the door of the meditation room presided over by Anle Temple, knocked on the door, and there was a slow "come in" from inside. The little monk opened the door and walked in. He saw sitting behind the table, quietly copying Monk Yuanhai.

He hesitated for a while, then knelt down on the spot, pointed at the direction of the old monk and kowtowed squarely——

"Master, this little monk is guilty."

The tip of the old monk's copying scripture paused.

He raised his head and looked at the little monk kneeling at his feet persistently. His body was thin and his back was stiff, but there was an indescribable stubbornness for no reason...

Monk Yuanhai didn't answer Shi Kong immediately, after a long time, he just sighed and said lightly: "Go to the Buddhist hall and think about your past, you are not allowed to go down the mountain or leave the Buddhist hall for a single step within three days."

Shi Kong lowered his head deeply again and kowtowed.

When he stood up and turned to walk away, he heard Monk Yuanhai suddenly say behind him: "Monks worship Buddha and recite the Buddha's name, and give their hearts to the Buddha. In fact, they are just looking for a sustenance - life, old age, sickness and death, love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance. The so-called monks are nothing but three realms." The vulgar things inside are just hard to give up."

The little monk turned around.

"Burning incense and chanting Buddha's name, keeping a Buddha lamp for ten years at night, I hope Buddha can help you now." Monk Yuanhai put down his pen and smiled.

"How about helping me?"

"lay down."

Shi Kong was slightly taken aback.

Then lowered his eyes——

"Amitabha."

"……Amitabha."