major general

It rained yesterday and the air on the mountain is very fresh.

I don't know who planted a few orange trees in the mountains, and the oranges turned yellow and looked very gratifying.

Two unicorns were embroidered with gold thread on the black robe, each sitting on the hem of the clothes, looking lifelike.There is no dust on the boots inlaid with coral stones.

The young master walked ahead, and the servant followed closely behind.

The boy was wearing a brown bunt, his hair was tied in a child's bun, and tied with a hair band that had been washed white.

Walking side by side in front of the Buzheng Temple, the young servant wanted to step in, but suddenly stopped, and with this twist, the young master entered the temple.

"When did you see Ma Cheng walking in front of me?"

A whisper came.

Wen Le helped the boy's hat, rubbed his sore buttocks, and followed the man in front of him cursingly.

After entering the temple, the incense here is not bad, very strong.

Fu Xiaoyu looked around, as if he was really a young master who was passing by to offer incense, and he was not very pious, just having fun and willing to waste his time.

A monk with a ring scar came forward, bowed to Fu Xiaoyu, and said, "Benefactor, you can burn incense here."

Fu Xiaoyu nodded, took a bag of silver, threw it to the monk before counting it, and said, "Bring incense for me."

The monk had blue veins on his forehead, as if he had pressed something forcibly, and retreated again.

Wen Le took a half step forward and said, "The monk's throat is red and swollen, and he was hit hard recently."

Fu Xiaoyu smiled slightly, stretched out her hand from the loose hem of her clothes, and gently squeezed Wenle's palm.

After burning the incense, Fu Xiaoyu wandered around in the temple, and forced the monk to accompany him.

"Hey little master, what's your name?"

Holding the ring bead, the monk said, "The Dharma is called Zhitong."

Fu Xiaoyu nodded, read a few words and said: "It turned out to be Master Zhitong. Today, unfortunately, the carriage got stuck on the side of the road and collided with the stone, and it happened to be raining heavily in the past few days, and the mountain road was too difficult to walk. Now the carriage is handed over to the groom I am currently repairing, if it is late, I wonder if Master Zhitong can let me and my servant stay here for a night?"

Zhitong paused and said, "Of course, as long as the benefactor does not dislike the vegetarian meals in the temple."

Fu Xiaoyu patted Zhitong on the shoulder fiercely, and said, "This is a trivial matter. I'm tired of delicacies from mountains and seas. It's not bad to try vegetarian food."

Zhitong: "..." He clenched his fists.

In the evening, Fu Xiaoyu and Wen Le stayed in the same bunk.

It can be said to be a common shop, but only the two of them lived together. I don't know where the other monks and nuns in the temple lived.

After washing up, they lay on the bed together.

It has been raining lightly today, making people upset for no reason, and there is no cloud at night.In the middle of the night, the light of the moon is too bright to check.

The two decided to wait until the cloud covered the moon before checking.

Fu Xiaoyu couldn't help but yawned, causing Wen Le to yawn too.

The bed was very hard, Fu Xiaoyu was used to sleeping on soft beds, and she was spoiled, so she really didn't get used to it, she couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tossed and turned.

Seeing that Wen Le was a little drowsy, she hooked his waist and squeezed it lightly, causing Wen Le to stare at him.

The two made a fuss, Wen Le suddenly slowed down, and wrote two words in Fu Xiaoyu's palm.

[someone]

Fu Xiaoyu still pinched Wen Le's waist, and said loudly: "Why hide? It's not that I haven't been tasted by the master, but now I am much more chaste than the boys in the waiter's house. I used to seduce the master on the bed. Where is it?"

Wen Le's eyes widened, and he raised his eyebrows uncertainly: Seduce you?

Fu Xiaoyu blinked, and continued: "Why don't you speak up? When you're happy, you talk to a good man, what's the matter? In this place of pure Buddhist cultivation, can you learn to be ashamed?"

Wen Le was aroused by him, knowing that someone was watching them secretly, his ears turned red, as if he was really the shameless servant who seduced the young master.

Wen Le stretched out his hand to resist after touching his waist and abdomen, but he was afraid of exposing his martial arts, so he tried very hard to hide.

"Master... this is outside, waiting, waiting to go back to the house, can the slave do whatever you want?"

Maybe Wen Le's words were too charming, Fu Xiaoyu's throat twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't carry on with this scene, wishing that this person would be executed on the spot.

Surrounded by Wen Le's undefended eyes, Fu Xiaoyu still couldn't hold back, reached out and touched Wen Le's pants, kneaded them ambiguously, and then said: "Trouble with me?"

"F-follow you."

"Don't cry pain?"

"A slave is not afraid of pain."

"...Waiting to go back." Fu Xiaoyu said, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them tightly, pulled Wen Le's shoulders, pressed his hand on his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lick and lick for grandpa."

The sound of breathing in the dark is still there, even more heavily.

At night, Wen Le's face couldn't be seen turning red, but he felt extremely ashamed.

Unlike Ma Cheng and Si Zhu, who almost saw it was also a little bit worse.But now, that person is really in the dark, and I can still hear his breathing clearly.

Wen Le was in the quilt, as if the quilt was his last fig leaf, and then he unbuttoned Fu Xiaoyu's pants with shaking hands.

The moonlight was getting darker and darker, and there were two heavy breathing sounds in the room.

Wenle could hear one nearby, and the other slowly disappeared with his footsteps, and he couldn't hear it any farther outside the yard.

As the last ray of moonlight dissipated in the house, it was dark outside.

Fu Xiaoyu gasped, pulled Wen Le up, and bit his neck viciously, as if to tear a piece of his flesh off.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The two finally left the yard, and the surroundings were as silent as a cemetery.

Wen Le's face was still flushed with embarrassment, and with her arms around Fu Xiaoyu's waist, she walked across the roof without making any sound when stepping on the tiles.

Walking to one place, the tile revealed a faint light.

Wen Le squeezed Fu Xiaoyu's waist, and then lifted the roof tile by herself.

The two of them put their heads together and looked into the room.

In the pure land of Buddhism, nuns do not recite scriptures, do not meditate, and do not even cut firewood to boil water for cooking.

A bare head, and a bare body.

The Buddha said that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

Lust and Caution cannot be violated, once committed, one will never be able to escape from the world.

This house is not something that Buddhism should control. It's a good temple, but it's not even as good as a roof tile. It's just like a prostitution/nest!

Fu Xiaoyu covered Wen Le's eyes, forcing him to look up at her, and made a gesture.

[Forget about it! 】

Wen Le rolled his eyes, took Fu Xiaoyu into his arms, and left with lightness kung fu.

After checking seven or eight houses, they were all similar to the ones I looked at at the beginning.

This place is said to be a temple, but it actually earns two kinds of money.

A sesame oil, a selling / spring.

No wonder there are so many nuns in this temple, they did all these business.

The two were still lying on the roof, when Wen Le suddenly saw an acquaintance, pressed down Fu Xiaoyu's body, and pointed to his head.

Fu Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, squinted her eyes and looked over, as expected, the person in the distance holding a lantern and wearing a ring scar was Zhitong.

Zhi went to the back mountain, the ring scar on the top of his head looked particularly creepy under the dim light from the lantern.

When the person walked away and made sure that the other party could not hear her voice, Wen Le said: "I have to follow, you wait for me here."

Fu Xiaoyu took out a firework from his pocket and stuffed it into Wenle's pocket.

This thing is for military use, faster than Wolf Smoke, and can let your allies know the situation of the war.

How could Fu Xiaoyu, a civil servant, have this thing?

Wen Le didn't think much, put the fireworks into his pocket, and quickly followed Zhitong's pace. The figure flickered in the woods, and then there was no movement, as if it was just a gust of wind blowing past.

The night is the best background color to hide people.

Wen Le followed closely behind Zhitong, watching Zhitong put the lantern aside, then lifted the cover covered by a pile of vegetation, blew out the lantern, and got inside.

It is a dungeon-like existence.

Wen Le looked around, took out a long whip from his waist, and tapped his fingers on the whip.

After about half an hour, Zhitong got out of it with a little girl.

The girl was estimated to be four or five years old. Danfeng's eyes looked very beautiful. She had been beaten so hard that she dared not cry. She was so thin that she was out of shape. A purse with a bright red peach embroidered on it.

Wen Le didn't hide his figure, and directly stepped forward and grabbed Zhitong's neck.

Zhitong's martial arts are not low, and he fights with Wenle.

The movement of the two of them was great, and after taking some time, Bunraku lit the fireworks.

It rose to the sky like fireworks, bursting out smoke and dust that hadn't dispersed for a long time, but there was no movement at all, as quiet as death.

Wen Le threw away the Huo Nianzi, swung a long whip and lashed Na Zhitong's waist.

This time it was a dead hand.

Zhitong couldn't dodge in time, and was caught straight.The feeling of being torn apart is uncomfortable, as if the side of the waist has been severed, and the bloody intestines are rushing out.

Wen Le reached out and took off Zhitong's hands, then lashed the top of his head with a whip, splitting the precept spot.

Zhitong kept crying, and blood gushed out from the top of his head.Wen Le took the whip away and said, "You are also worthy of believing in Buddha."

Wen Le was just about to take off his coat and give it to the girl.Unexpectedly, when the girl saw him take off his clothes, she started to cry and shrank to the ground extremely thin, as if she wanted to burrow her limbs into the soil and never see the sun again.

Wen Le paused, then kicked Zhitong again, then became cruel, picked up the girl, and went to see what the dungeon looked like.

Almost all of them are girls, and there are very few boys. The only one is squeezed in at the end, and he does not forget to comfort others.

"Don't be afraid, my family will definitely find me."

"I won't lie to you, my surname is Yu, you know the Quan family, right? Quan Jin is my little uncle!"

"I don't know... What about Bunraku? The major general has heard that a silver gun can make the Huns walk around the streets like candied haws!"

"You're afraid of this, let me think about it again... Fu Jijiu? Ah, you've heard of him, right? I know him very well, he's my sister-in-law Yu!"

Wen Le laughed, and kicked Yu San'er's leg who was still bragging.

Yu San'er was holding a stone in his hand, turned his head and threw it, Wen Le hid him.

Only then did Yu San'er squint his eyes, and realized that the man was not the smelly monk, but Wen Le.

"Brother! You are here!"

The author says:

Fu Bulling: I'm a good guy