I am fickle

Master Seventeen just took a look at Daoist Song when he was injured, and asked Xiao Qi to send the medicine and porridge to him.

From the looks of it, he seemed to dislike Song Daochang very much.

Xiaoqi also told us that Master Seventeen had disputes with Daoist Song over the issue of Buddhism and Taoism. Could it be because of different ideas that led to this...

When we saw Daochang Song, his face was terribly pale, and his speech was also very weak: "My lords, I probably... probably die soon..."

Shangxian Yunhuai sat beside him, and stretched out two fingers to feel for his pulse. "Master, this is..."

"If I die, burn this body for me and scatter it in the great rivers and lakes. Don't let them know, just say it's traveling around the world."

I couldn't help but frown, how come the matter is dead again before it's cleared up, it's so tricky... It's giving me more headaches, and I'm losing patience a little bit...

"Let me tell you about Xiao Liu. I think the two of you are very concerned about this."

Xiao Liu died one afternoon, that day he was beating his clothes by the stream, and the fish in the water were swimming happily.He obeyed Master Shiqiu's order to fetch two barrels of water up the mountain, perhaps because the afternoon sun was too strong, and Xiao Liu's head was also dizzy, so he had to lean against a tree to rest for a while.

Xiao Liu took out the white flour steamed buns that Xiao Qi gave him from his bosom, thinking that thanks to Xiao Qi's action, otherwise he would be hungry and dizzy at this time, and he would be so sad that he would die.

A beautiful woman suddenly appeared in the forest and waved to him. Xiao Liu was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, and he muttered: "Ani Tuo Buddha, Ani Tuo Buddha, don't look at evil from monks."

"Little monk." The woman called him with a smile.

Xiao Liu turned around, closed his eyes and read the scriptures in his daily life.

The woman smiled charmingly and stood in front of him: "Since you monks have a Buddha in your heart, why don't you dare to look at me?"

"Little monk, you were born upright, let me see what's in your eyes?"

"Female benefactor..." Xiao Liu lowered his head, not daring to look at the enchanting woman in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the woman laughed loudly: "My Buddha is merciful, Anida Buddha, and monks don't tell lies, all of them are fabricated by you. You are all liars."

Xiao Liu clasped his hands together and said, "Anituofo, although I don't know what the benefactor has experienced, I hope the benefactor will not be sad."

"Little monk, don't you want to see a beautiful woman like me?"

Xiao Liu's hands trembled uncontrollably, "Wherever the benefactor is coming and going, the little monk will leave."

"Can you retreat, little monk, I am in your eyes and in your heart. If you didn't see me and didn't think of me, would I exist?" The woman stepped forward, and the little monk's ears couldn't help but turn red .

Xiao Liu couldn't move away, and the woman's face became ferocious: "Do you know what you did?"

Xiao Liu shook his head, puzzled.

"You shouldn't, you shouldn't answer my words. If you answer my words, it will naturally make my existence more meaningful."

That day, Xiao Liu's blood flowed like a river, and the woman smiled like a flower.

I asked Daoist Song how he knew about it, and he said that he saw all this right behind the rockery, and he couldn't save them and couldn't make any sound.He couldn't forget that woman's crazy smile.

Song Daochang twitched his mouth weakly: "It's me too, I didn't protect Xiaoliu well, his death is because I feel sorry for him..."

There was the sound of medicine bowls breaking outside the house, and I saw a thin figure stumbling away.