Chang'an India

After Bian Yonglan woke up, he stayed in the beautiful mountains and rivers of Emei. He really had a feeling that he didn't want to go back to Beijing, but he really didn't expect that he would stay here for more than ten days.

He entrusted the abbot of Puxian Temple to take care of him, and went to retreat by himself.

The day before the retreat, the monk sat cross-legged on the Zen bed with Marquis Wanjiang, and carefully looked at the spirit for him.

Chang'an was imprinted on Tan Shan's body, and the two of them stayed together day and night, although they didn't see any movement from the imprint, Bian Yonglan, who was said to have a ray of the true spirit of another world in his soul, could not feel anything strange, but Tan Shan was still worried, Always see it for yourself before retreating.

If the living soul does not leave the body, it cannot be said to have any form, nor can it count the concrete three souls and seven souls. Practitioners can only see a white glow when they look at it with spiritual consciousness. The abbot of Puxian Temple said Marquis Wan Jiang's soul is more solid than ordinary people, which means that the white light in his courtyard is brighter than ordinary people.

Tan Shan released his spiritual consciousness, turned it into a golden thread, and slowly submerged into the ball of white light cautiously.

In the formation that day, the ray of true spirit was almost drawn out by the formation. Fang Ling opened the seal for a moment, and then hid deeply in the soul after the formation was broken. Where did it hide, and what did it look like? I can't see what happened.

It's just that Marquis Wan Jiang told him that the ray of true spirit should really exist—he did feel something in his soul that day, and in the unspeakable pain, it left him little by little, The monk enters the battle with a living soul, and the moment he embraces him is lost and regained.

"Yonglan, does it hurt?"

"It hurts but it doesn't hurt..."

"Tell me the pain."

"...It really doesn't hurt."

Tan Shan's act of probing his soul with divine consciousness was too cautious and too slight—it was like a feather brushing lightly, brushing into a person's soul, and the itch that penetrated directly into the soul brought a touch of itch. Bian Chonglan endured this unspeakable charm for a while, but still couldn't hold back his laughter, so he fell into the monk's arms and teased him with a smile: "Master, in this broad daylight, the pure place of Buddhism, you can't stop talking!" Ask me if it hurts, if someone passing by outside the window listens to it, Ben Hou will see that you will not be able to argue."

"........."

Marquis Wanjiang couldn't hear Tan Shan's answer, so he leaned in his arms and looked up, and saw the monk looking down at him, with a cold and indifferent look on his face. I didn't understand at all.

"That's right, you don't understand..." Wan Jianghou glanced sideways at the monk, sat up in his arms, turned around, and turned into lying down, lying in Tan Shan's arms like a boneless person, with his hands clasped Holding his waist, he whispered in the monk's ear, "...Master, do you know where the most absurd place in the world is?"

The world is so big, there are so many absurd places, but if you want to see all the absurd things, then you should be born in the royal family. Layers of palaces, numerous wealthy families, how many resentful and lonely souls have been imprisoned?

Marquis Wan Jiang was born in the south of the Yangtze River and grew up in the palace. Although he lived for 26 years with only a knife and no one beside him, he has seen all kinds of things that should be seen and shouldn't be seen, seen and not seen.

"The former emperor's heirs were difficult. The prince moved to the East Palace at the age of ten, and there was an old eunuch named Chen by his side. With my foreign skills, I am now, and I am afraid that I am a little inferior to him 20 years ago. .”

The Marquis of Wanjiang whispered the old things in the monk's ear, his voice was low, but his words were very serious, Tan Shan didn't understand, so although he felt that the posture of the two of them was not appropriate, he didn't push them away , listening to him with only his left ear in and his right ear out: "In addition to Chen Gonggong, the late emperor also made an exception and ordered a dozen Rong Longwei to be on duty inside and outside the East Palace in shifts," Wan Jianghou continued, his voice lowered a bit, But it wasn't because of any royal secrets, "The former emperor was extremely strict with Wenqing. Before he was 16 years old, even a female sparrow could not fly into the East Palace. Apart from the old eunuchs, he was served by young eunuchs. Wen Qing spends his days reading his sage articles and learning his ways of governing the country. Those young eunuchs have lived a long life, and those who are brave enough dare to go to the East Palace of the Inner Court while Wen Qing is away. With the guards on duty..."

The whisper was so low that it was inaudible, and only the ear next to the lip could hear what the speaker said. The monk listened to him say a sentence, his expression was as usual, and he was still as cold as a monk. The jade Buddha statue, on the contrary, is the speaker himself, every time he utters a sentence, his face becomes more red, and when he finally finishes speaking, his face is already peachy.

"Master..." After finishing speaking, Marquis Wan Jiang still couldn't get up, rested his face on the monk's shoulder, and called out softly. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he refused to make another sound after calling out.

"........."

He didn't speak, neither did the monks, only heard the light sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo shoots outside the window - this place is very quiet, there are several meditation houses surrounded by a bamboo forest, which are specially used to entertain distinguished guests who have stayed overnight.The abbot who came to Puxian Temple had seen Bian Yonglan's fate, and he knew that this young master had an unusual identity. Ever since he and Tan Shan lived here, he had never seen anyone else except the novice who cleaned every morning and evening. who.

"Master, you are going to retreat tomorrow..."

"The shortest is seven days, the longest is ten days, it won't be too long," Tan Shan heard the man in his arms speak again, and took it before he finished speaking, "Yonglan, I will be with you after I leave the customs." Back to Beijing, you don't go out of the temple for a few days..."

"That's not what I mean," Marquis Wan Jiang was happy that the monk was willing to return to the capital with him, but at the same time he was displeased that he would not allow him to finish his sentence, "I just want to ask..."

"The reason for my retreat, you don't have to speculate on you..." Tan Shan paused, and said bluntly, "What does it have to do with my feelings for you...it's not what you think."

"Tanshan," Wan Jianghou laughed suddenly, but he didn't smile because he heard the sentence "My heart for you", but because he thought it was very funny when the monk would rush to talk, so he also asked him directly, "What do you want?" What are you nervous about?"

"I just want to ask, have you been running around for days, have your previous injuries healed?" Marquis Wan Jiang put one hand on the monk's shoulder, propped himself up slightly, and reached out with the other hand to untie the knot of his monk's robe. In order to see the injury, I still have other thoughts.

"........."

"What? You are only allowed to see my wounds, but I am not allowed to see yours?" Seeing the monk holding down his hand, Wan Jianghou raised his eyebrows, "Or do you want to make fists and fists with me? Yes. , Ben Hou will give you a hand."

While speaking, Bian Yonglan sat up straight, put one hand behind his back, and with the other he went to untie the monk's robe, moving delicately, blocking, pushing, without using a third move, he took advantage of the gap to untie a button, Still left-handed.

"Yonglan, don't make trouble anymore." Tan Shan didn't really want to show any kung fu with him, so he whispered something to him, but his tone was not too harsh.

"...Master, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand? Some things can be avoided, you can avoid them, but you cannot escape for a lifetime."

Bian Yonglan knelt in front of Tan Shan, lost his joking expression, quietly looked at the monk and said, "You should know...I'm not a gentle woman..."

He no longer went to untie the monk's robe, but lifted the hem of his outer garment, held the monk's hand, and slowly slipped his hand under the garment.

Inside the threshold and outside the threshold, there is a difference between monks and laymen.

This pass is too high and too strict, and people can't help but look and sigh. Before turning over, they only see this pass. After turning over, they realize that there is more than one pass between them—he is nothing A gentle woman like water, but a vigorous and high-spirited man.

There was no one in the Zen house for a long time, Bian Yonglan knelt down in front of the monk, lowered his eyelashes slightly, the blush on his face persisted, and he gradually began to feel dizzy, even his body lost a little bit of strength, and his heart surged. Very wronged.

"Master, I'm starting to feel dizzy..." Others are wronged when they are wronged, and Marquis Wan Jiang is wronged, so he must say it for himself, "I...you...if you really don't want to, forget it... If you can't beat me, why let the ghost out..."

It is rare for martial arts practitioners to feel dizzy and weak like this. The Marquis of Wanjiang, who had a clear mind, glanced down at the Buddhist beads on the monk's left wrist, and remembered that there were many ghosts that could not be reborn. It was because the monk didn't know which ghost he let out—among the ghosts, he really had nothing to do with this eminent monk.

"........."

Tan Shan was speechless for a moment, a very rare smile appeared on his face, but he turned his head so that the people in front of him could not see it—this person kept asking him "why are you nervous", but in the end he was the most nervous one— ——so nervous that I don't know where to start, I completely forgot to take a breath, even martial arts practitioners have a long breath, and they can't stand him like this without taking a breath, blushing and heartbeating.

The monk occupied his right hand, but his left hand was empty. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with him at the moment, he just tilted his head, straightened his arms, untied the copper hook of the green tent on the Zen bed, and then stretched out his hand to embrace the person kneeling in front of him middle.

The five-foot green gauze slowly fell down, hiding the words of the people in the tent: "Lanlan, if you refuse to breathe, you will have no strength."

The wind blows through the bamboo forest, swaying back and forth around the tip of the leaves lightly, causing the bamboo leaves to dance, and then cast a bamboo shadow to sway.

With the spring in its mouth and the wind chanting, the shadows on the ground are swaying back and forth, like a mandarin duck crossing the water, rippling up a pond full of ripples—a piece of finely broken, deep and shallow, lingering, mottled.

The author has something to say: Lanlan: Master, you let the ghosts bully me... Master: You didn't let the ghosts go, but you still want to bully you. ————Pull up the tent——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Yes, this chapter is relatively short, so there will be another update tomorrow