[Hong Huang] Heaven forces me to fall in love

Tang Sanzang has been translating scriptures for decades, and he has already translated all the hundreds of scriptures brought back from the West, and now he has nothing to do just to fulfill the agreement with Fang Cangwu.

Fang Cangwu looked at the well-behaved Shangzhu who was sitting on the side and said: "The merchant should go too. Xin Yi has no friends in Dragon Palace, and he is alone."

This is Fang Cangwu's excuse for nonsense, Xin Yi will not be lonely with Fusu's company, but it is because Bo Xun wants to see the merchant, so Fang Cangwu just pulled out a reason.

Tang Sanzang looked at the merchant who had stayed at the age of thirteen or fourteen since he had accomplished Buddhism, and nodded. He was a little worried if the merchant was left alone in the temple, and it would be good if he could take him to the East China Sea. of.

"Then let's go." After the words fell, Fang Cangwu took Tang Sanzang's master and apprentice to the East China Sea.

On the way, Fang Cangwu looked at Tang Sanzang, who was unaware of the future, on the clouds and said: "The person who listens to your lecture is my younger brother. He was cute when he was young, but he has a very bad temper when he grows up. Please forgive me from time to time, don't worry about him when he is a child."

Tang Sanzang nodded. He had encountered many difficult monsters along the way, and he never got angry. He should be able to deal with the Dragon Lord's junior brother.

Moreover, the person who can become the junior brother of the dragon master is not a treacherous person. Thinking of this, Tang Sanzang felt a little more at ease.

"He's used to making trouble because of his good looks. The mage doesn't want to follow his way." Fang Cangwu reminded with a smile, "And I also hope that the mage can control him more."

"Of course." Tang Sanzang replied calmly.

"Speaking of which, he and the mage are considered acquaintances. They have met in previous lives. Maybe the mage will remember who he is when he talks about it." Fang Cangwu smiled, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up as if he was waiting for something. play staged.

Under the East China Sea, there is a huge Dragon Palace. Bo Xun is waiting in the room Fang Cangwu prepared for him. He lay on the table and fiddled with the bright pearl in front of him for lighting, thinking about how to tease the monk.

After Fang Cangwu brought Tang Sanzang and the merchant to the East China Sea, he immediately handed the merchant over to Xin Yi, and asked Xin Yi to take the merchant to play, while he led Tang Sanzang to Bo Xun's bedroom.

The more Tang Sanzang followed Fang Cangwu inside, the more flustered he felt, he couldn't help but grab Fang Cangwu's sleeve and asked, "This is a woman's boudoir."

Tang Sanzang began to worry that what Fang Cangwu brought him to meet was not his junior brother, but a woman.

Seeing Tang Sanzang's flustered appearance, Fang Cangwu couldn't help but start to hold back his laughter, and then said: "My junior brother just prefers incense, mage, don't panic."

After finishing speaking, Fang Cangwu still couldn't hold back a few puffs.

Tang Sanzang looked a little embarrassed, and after a moment of stiffness, he said: "I misunderstood."

Fang Cangwu smiled, and then pushed open the door of the inner room. The veil in the room was completely lowered, and the animal-shaped incense burner beside it was slowly exhaling cigarettes, while Tang Sanzang could only see a graceful figure through the veil , and he seems to have seen this shadow somewhere.

And when Tang Sanzang was in a daze, Fang Cangwu stretched out his hand and gently pushed Tang Sanzang into the room, and then closed the door.

"My junior has a bad temper, so I ask the mage to take care of me." After saying this, Fang Cangwu fled away.

"Eh?" Tang Sanzang turned around, Fang Cangwu was no longer outside the door.

And the person staying in the veil gently lifted the veil with his slender fingers like jade, and then said, "Why do I have a bad temper?"

Tang Sanzang couldn't help turning his head, only to see a stunning young man appearing in front of him.

The young man's long hair was slightly curly, hanging gently on his chest, his eyelashes were long, his eyebrows were exquisite, but his face was somewhat pale, like a fragile porcelain doll.

But the young man was wearing a red dress, with a golden bell hanging around his waist, and golden armbands on his fair arms. The extremely bright color contrasted sharply with the slightly pale young man, and Tang Sanzang couldn't bear it. Live in a trance for a moment.

He felt that his empty heart seemed to be filled by the young man in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, the boy's hand had already gently lifted his chin, staring at him with a pair of seductive eyes: "Where did the wild monk come from? He kept staring at other people because they looked good-looking." , I’m afraid I’ve forgotten my own rules and regulations.”

"Amitabha." Tang Sanzang quickly took a step back, lowered his head to avoid the boy's hand.

But Bo Xun didn't take it seriously when he saw this. He was able to shake Tang Sanzang's Buddha heart when he was a golden cicada, and he was able to make Tang Sanzang almost bewitched when he was in the daughter's country. Now he can naturally make Tang Sanzang who has become a Buddha Fallen.

"Since you are here to lecture me, let's start now." Bo Xun sat on the table and crossed his legs.

The long snow-white slender legs dangled under Tang Sanzang's eyelids, making Tang Sanzang couldn't help closing his eyes.

When Bo Xun saw this, he just smiled, then looked at Tang Sanzang and said, "Monk, hurry up and explain the scriptures."

After saying this, Bo Xun changed his words again: "No, I don't like listening to scriptures, monk, please tell me some stories."

Tang Sanzang looked at the young man in front of him, took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Then let me tell you a story about the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle."

Bo Xun nodded indifferently. After all, listening to stories is better than listening to scriptures.

So Tang Sanzang began to tell the story, and when he finished, he looked at the bad-tempered young man in Fang Cangwu's mouth and said: "This story is about compassion."

After the words fell, Bo Xun suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

Tang Sanzang looked at Bo Xun who was laughing out loud, looking a bit at a loss. He didn't know what he said that made Bo Xun laugh.

I saw Bo Xun wiped his tears from laughing, then looked at Tang Sanzang and said, "You said, this is a heart of compassion?"

Tang Sanzang nodded, and then said: "Cut meat to feed the eagle, so that the eagle will not be hungry, it is naturally a compassionate heart."

Bo Xun snorted coldly when he heard the words, and then said: "The Buddha cut meat and fed it to the eagle. Could it be possible to feed it for a lifetime?"

Tang Sanzang was stunned, never thought that Bo Xun would be able to ask such a question.

"Even if he can feed him for a lifetime, won't the rescued rabbit die? If the rabbit is not restrained, it will flood, and the grass in that area will be gnawed clean, and then other animals will die." How can I survive?" Bo Xun asked back.

"Excess compassion will only cause great trouble to others. Don't think that compassion is a good thing, and don't blindly interfere with the cycle of heaven." Bo Xun said coldly.

Tang Sanzang's complexion was not very good either, he was a little dazed, and suddenly he didn't know whether it was right or wrong for the Buddha to feed the eagle with meat, the eagle that was about to starve to death and the rabbit that was about to be eaten were both saved, but this became a bad thing.

And Bo Xun walked out to the inside covered by the veil, and said as he walked: "I'm tired, the mage will come and give me a lecture tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Sanzang had already been sent out of the room by Bo Xun's magic power.

Looking at the closed door, Tang Sanzang couldn't help being a little dazed, and began to think about whether what Bo Xun said made sense.

In the room, Fang Cangwu looked at Bo Xun who was lying on the bed and couldn't help but said, "Don't spoil others."

I saw Bo Xun shaking the bell in his hand and said: "Didn't he be spoiled by me when he was in the daughter country?"

In the Daughter Country, Tang Sanzang conceived the blood of Bo Xun as a man, and Bo Xun took off a rib, and then witnessed the end of his own child's soul. Fang Cangwu felt that Bo Xun was too cruel to Tang Sanzang.

However, Bo Xun had no heart. He made up his mind to make the noble monk fall into the devil's way.

"Alas." Fang Cangwu sighed, although the West hated it, Tang Sanzang was really pitiful.

"Aren't you afraid that he will hate you?" Fang Cangwu couldn't help asking.

"Hate it, hate it. I am a demon, not a fairy. I was originally nourished by hatred." Bo Xun smiled, "Even if he wants to kill me, I won't care."

"There are still two years before Emperor Wu ascends the throne, you can figure it out." Fang Cangwu finished speaking and prepared to leave.

"Two years is enough." Bo Xun said with a smile, and finally asked Tang Sanzang to retrieve his sealed memory.

For several days, Bo Xun did not see Tang Sanzang, and it was not until a month later that Tang Sanzang told Bo Xun the story again.

In every story, Bo Xun never tired of refuting Tang Sanzang's point of view, trying to make Tang Sanzang angry.

Until the day before Emperor Wu ascended the throne, Tang Sanzang told Bo Xun the story of Fengdong.

When the Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng was teaching the scriptures to his disciples, a gust of wind blew the flag and the two disciples debated whether it was the wind or the flag.

When Tang Sanzang spoke the last sentence, Bo Xun suddenly stretched out his finger, pointed at Tang Sanzang's heart and said, "Monk, it's not the wind or the banner that moves, but Monk, your heart is moving."

Tang Sanzang was stunned. During the past two years, he had indeed had ulterior motives for Bo Xun. He felt that he had hidden it very well, so why was Bo Xun still discovering it.

I saw Bo Xun put his hand on Tang Sanzang's shoulder and said: "Monk, don't you think of me until now?"

"Do you remember me and your frightened child?"

After the words fell, Tang Sanzang was struck by lightning, and the scene of that day was played back in front of his eyes again.

The long-delayed pain began to come back, Tang Sanzang's fingers began to tremble, and he almost couldn't even hold the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Bo Xun." Tang Sanzang called out Bo Xun's name.

"Do you like me?" Bo Xun asked with a smile.

Tang Sanzang nodded.

"Hate?" Bo Xun asked again.

This is natural, how could he not hate seeing his child fly out of his wits!

In an instant, Tang Sanzang became a demon, and the West was shaken for a while, Zhunti and Jieyin's faces were ashen.

Just after Tang Sanzang became a demon, Bo Xun hugged Tang Sanzang and put his hand gently on Tang Sanzang's ribs.

"Monk, I have to tell you one more thing. Our child is not dead. This is a scene where I forced you to become a demon."