I have a routine, male god

In the path of the garden, two little maids walked past laughingly, one named Biyu and the other named Feicui, they were rough maids cleaning the courtyard.

Biyu said: "Have you noticed that the young master's recent clothes are very strange? There is either a slit on the chest or a slit on the back, and the waist is exposed every time!"

Jade said: "What is this! Let me tell you..."

She looked around furtively, and whispered: "I saw finger prints on the young master's waist last time!!!"

"What?!!!" Biyu immediately screamed and covered her mouth: "Can you see clearly?"

Jade said confidently: "It's so real! It's definitely a finger print!"

Biyu's gossip soul immediately rose, and she became inexplicably excited: "My God, how could there be fingerprints? Who did this!"

Fei Cui laughed softly: "Who else could it be? Isn't it...that girl~"

Biyu said: "Impossible, Miss Su is just a weak woman, our young master is a martial arts master who can move like lightning and come and go without a trace! You can subdue Miss Su with just one finger!"

Fei Cui shook her head, with a naive expression on her face: "How is that impossible? Every time our young master comes back from Miss Su, his eyes are red, and he looks like he has been crying! Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Su is really amazing !"

Just when Fei Cui was frantically talking about the secrets of her master, there was a vague strange sound from all around, Bi Yu asked: "Did you hear any sound?"

Fei Cui listened intently for a while, then asked doubtfully, "No, did you hear it wrong?"

Jasper frowned, and after a while she seemed to think of something, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly left the garden with Jade.

After they left, gasps and groans came from behind the rockery in the garden, sometimes mixed with cries. With a sound that sounded like pain and joy, the garden finally fell silent.

A moment later, Tang Ling came out from behind the rockery in disheveled clothes. His eyes were bright red, and there were still tears on his cheeks. No matter how he tried to hide the two teeth marks on his slender and flexible waist, he couldn't hide them.

In fact, there are more than two tooth marks, one on the shoulder, one on the chest and one on the back, but they are covered by the clothes and cannot be seen.

Immediately afterwards, Su Xi also came out. She was neatly dressed and delicately made up. She looked ready to attend the banquet at any time. She didn't look like she came out from behind the same rockery as the young master.

Tang Ling covered the tooth marks on his waist, and blushed to Su Xi: "Why do you have to be here? I was almost discovered just now!"

Su Xi smiled and said, "Don't you like it here? I only touched it a few times, and you were so excited that it covered my hands."

Tang Ling was so ashamed and indignant that he quickly stopped and said, "Stop talking!"

Su Xi didn't agree, she kissed the young master's reddened eyes, and said ambiguously: "I just like the way you cry, it's so pretty... It would be even better if you could yell louder~"

Tang Ling couldn't bear such blunt words anymore, his ears turned red, and he ran away like the wind.

The girl he loves is really vicious. Not only does he have to call her every time, but she also loves to make him cry, and seeing him cry and collapse is the only way to send him to bliss.

After teasing the young master every day, Su Xi returned to her yard in a happy mood. At this time, the servants were carrying a floor-to-ceiling mirror. This mirror was exquisite in shape. The entire mirror surface was made of crystal, and the objects were very clear.

Since the mirror was very large, heavy, and very fragile, three servants carried it together and placed it safely in Su Xi's bedroom.

The little servant girl who was serving said: "Girl, this mirror is really wonderful. It can reflect your whole body in it. If you want to try on a dress in the future, you can look at it!"

Su Xi just smiled and said nothing, the real beauty of this mirror is more than that, when the time comes, call the young master over, let him cry in front of the mirror, and see what he looks like in the mirror, that would be really wonderful!

It soon fell into the night, Tang Ling and Su Xi fell asleep hugging each other, clothes were scattered all over the floor, and suspicious liquid remained on the mirror.

Tang Ling has been like this for the past few days, coming here quietly at night, and then going back quietly before dawn. Although it was a bit of a toss, he couldn't hold back the young man's greed for joy and taste.

The night was extremely quiet, only the rustling of leaves could be heard. Suddenly, Tang Ling opened his eyes and looked coldly at the roof, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Tang Ling gently lifted the quilt, picked up the dagger and the blood dart thrown on the ground, and quietly went up to the roof in thin pajamas.

The Tang Sect was born as an assassin, and Tang Ling was the best among them. He knew how to do this. The assassin Lin Xianer invited might have succeeded in the past, but now Tang Ling and Su Xi are lingering. Together, there is no chance at all.

Tang Ling captured the killer alive, removed his jaw, tapped his acupuncture points to prevent him from committing suicide, and dragged him to a corner for interrogation.

The killer was naturally unwilling to say it, but Tang Ling had thousands of ways to get him to speak. After an hour, the killer couldn't stand the torture and said the name of his employer. Tang Lingyi stabbed him with a dagger and threw him out.

Three days later, Lin Xian'er was found dead in her room with a big engraving on her face.

The drizzle is hazy, and the green mountains on both sides of the strait are shrouded in mist, looming, the river flows eastward, and a small boat goes down the river, and a graceful singing voice floats from the boat, singing a Buddhist verse: When it comes, it goes without a trace There is no trace, the time of going and coming is the same, why bother to ask about the floating life, only this floating life is a dream...

A monk in white on the shore heard it and said: "Benefactor, the poor monk wants to go to Dongting Lake, but there are no boats nearby. Would you like to take the poor monk for a ride?"

The singing on the boat stopped suddenly, and after a while, a female voice like jewels said: "Master, please come aboard."

The white-clothed monk stepped on his feet, leaped lightly over a distance of more than ten feet, and landed on the bow of the boat. His white clothes were spotless, and the Buddhist beads hanging on his body were made of Xingyue bodhi seeds, which set off the elegant and comfortable atmosphere. Lang's face is even more extraordinary.

The monk in white said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is disturbing you."

Just walked into the cabin.

There was a couple sitting inside. Although the woman was wearing a veil, it was not difficult to see that she was a beautiful woman. The young man beside her was holding her hand at the moment, looking at him with an unhappy expression, as if chasing the guest away. It goes without saying.

The woman said: "Master, please sit down."

The monk in white thanked the benefactor and sat down opposite.

The woman asked, "I don't know what the master's name is?"

The monk in white said: "A poor monk has no flowers."

The woman smiled.

Wuhua asked, "Why is the benefactor smiling?"

The woman said: "There are no flowers...if there are flowers."

Wuhua asked in confusion, "Why?"

The woman shook her head, stopped talking, and just went to talk to the young master, and the young master became happy now, and stopped staring at Wu Hua.

Wuhua didn't want to be annoying, so she closed her eyes and meditated, pretending to be a wooden man, but gradually fell asleep and had a dream that she would never forget.

The dream was pitch black, and there was no light to be seen. There seemed to be countless unknown things squeezing Wuhua in all directions, which made him feel almost suffocated. He tried to struggle, but to no avail. No matter where he went, he couldn’t go. Out of this desperate darkness.

The more helpless he is, the more violent Wu Hua's heart grows. He wants to destroy and tear everything up. He desperately attacks all around, but the feeling of suffocation becomes heavier and heavier. Just when he is exhausted, There is a singing voice in a trance: when you come, there is no trace, and when you go, there is no trace. When you go, you are the same as when you come. Why do you need to ask about the floating life, because the floating life is just a dream...

Why bother to ask about Fusheng, only Fusheng is a dream...

Only this floating life is a dream...

Gradually, Wuhua calmed down, didn't think about anything, just listened to this song quietly, his heart had never been so peaceful, his father's behest, and domination of the rivers and lakes were all taken by him. Forget it, my heart is empty, and there is no more distracting thoughts.

Wuhua felt that her body seemed to become lighter, and she slowly rose upwards. At the same time, the feeling of suffocation around her gradually weakened, so that she could feel nothing.

Finally, a little golden light poured out from the thick darkness, and Wuhua saw the light.

At that moment, the gorgeous sky came in colorful colors, Wu Hua was shocked by the scene in front of her, and she was stunned like an idiot and could not speak.

I saw Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva dressed in white sitting in front of the light that illuminates the world. Her eyes are compassionate, and her pair of wise eyes see all the misery in the world. She only wants to stretch out her hands to save all living beings.

The Bodhisattva stretched out his hand to Wuhua and took him off. It turned out that Wuhua was a lotus flower, and the darkness just now was full of mud.

The deeper the obsession, it is like falling into the bottom of the mud, with many obstacles added to the body, and you can't breathe. Only by letting go can you be at ease.

A tear fell from the Bodhisattva's eyes and fell on Wuhua's body. In an instant, all obsessions disappeared, her body was as light as a cloud in the sky, and the lotus flower bloomed.

The dream dissipated, and Wuhua opened her eyes, as if in a lifetime, she was still the same person, but she was no longer that person.

The veiled female benefactor smiled and asked, "Master, do you still want to go to Dongting Lake?"

Wuhua shook her head, her eyes were as clear as washing: "No need, thank you benefactor for your guidance."

After finishing speaking, Wuhua jumped off the bow of the boat and drifted away. He went to Dongting Lake to find his younger brother Nangong Ling.

All kinds of yesterday, such as death yesterday.

Avalokitesvara has tears, compassion for all living beings, another petal withered away, in exchange for a prodigal son who returned to the shore.

Wuhua returned to the Shaolin Temple, and since then she has changed the law and called it Jingmeng, punishing rape and evil all her life, helping the poor and helping the poor, and has become a holy monk in the eyes of the world.

Before the sitting, the old Jingmeng knelt down in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and said piously: "If obsessions do not arise, all kalpas will be destroyed. Disciples let go..."