How to Survive As a Villain

The temple has just been repaired, it has no reputation, the incense is not prosperous, and naturally there are not many pilgrims.

A young monk who was no more than seven or eight years old was wearing a gray-blue robe, holding a bald broom, and was sweeping fallen leaves on the steps in front of the temple. Probably because he was bored, the little monk was pulling The voice began to sing: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a little monk in the temple..."

Suddenly a person approached beside him, and answered with a smile on his face: "You are so pretty."

The little monk was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw a man with a very beautiful appearance, but what attracted the little monk more than his voice and appearance was the intelligent and gentle light in the bottom of the man's eyes.

The man was accompanied by another man with the same extraordinary appearance, his appearance was imposing, his eyebrows were handsome, and he was rare and unrestrained in the world.

"You're really pretty?" The little monk stroked the back of his bald head, "This benefactor, is that how you pick it up from behind?"

Xiao Yu'an saw the young monk's dumbfounded appearance, he was so cute, he couldn't help teasing him: "That's how I picked it up, look, I'll read you the whole poem."

As he spoke, Xiao Yuan cleared his throat and sang: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a young monk in the temple, who was really pretty! Pretty doesn't compete for spring, and only announces the arrival of spring. Zhongxiao, hey, Cong! Zhong! Laughing!''

The little monk scratched his head, recited a sentence of Amitabha, and asked, "Almsgiver, why do I feel that what you said is a little different from what my senior brother taught me?"

Xiao Yu'an nodded his forehead and said: "We must adapt to the development of the times! Combining theory and practice, we will persist and develop in the new era...cough, run

It's off, anyway, this is the latest version, come on, let me teach you. "

An old abbot appeared in time and prevented Xiao Yu'an from continuing to torture his own Buddhist disciples.

The benevolent old abbot led Xiao Yu'an and Yan Heqing to the Daxiong Hall, and asked as he walked, "You two benefactors, what do you want to ask for?"

Xiao Yu'an smiled and said, "Master, why do you ask such a question?"

The old abbot clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, among the faithful men and women in this world, who doesn't have something in their heart? Believe only when you ask for it. The more difficult the thing you ask for, the more pious you will be."

Xiao Yu'an praised: "Master really understands people."

The old abbot said: "The benefactor is absurd."

The two came to the hall, surrounded by incense and mist, a golden Buddha statue with a majestic treasure was sitting in the main hall, Xiao Yu'an and Yan Heqing knelt on the futon on the left and right, and worshiped three times devoutly.

When it was time to go back to the mansion, Xiao Yu'an couldn't help teasing the little monk again, but unfortunately the little monk was going to ring the bell, so Xiao Yu'an had to go back angrily.

When going back, Yan Heqing was worried about Xiao Yu'an's leg injury, so he refused to allow Xiao Yu'an to go by himself, and insisted on carrying him back, Xiao Yu'an had no choice but to let Yan Heqing

North

冃〇

In the dark dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of the two of them are extremely long.

"Brother Yan, guess what I was thinking when I visited just now?" Xiao Yu'an lay on Yan Heqing's back, with his arms around his neck, smiling broadly.

Yan Heqing asked, "What do you think?"

Xiao Yu'an cleared his throat, imitating the tone of the TV series, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Pray to heaven and earth? Well, I don't know if Buddha heard it."

Yan Heqing slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Yan, what did you ask the Buddha just now?" Before Yan Heqing could answer, Xiao Yu'an continued: "Wait, let me guess, do you want my injury to heal soon?"

Yan Heqing nodded: "En."

Xiao Yu'an said: "Brother Yan, I might be lame."

Yan Heqing paused.

Xiao Yu'an continued: "Although the master didn't tell me, I still know my own body. I was a little flustered before. I was afraid that I would walk slowly after I became limping, and it would take too much time to find you. But you are here. I'm not afraid or panic anymore, if I'm limping, I'll be limping, and I've got one more upright reason for you to recite me, thinking about it this way, I'm actually a little proud."

Yan Heqing: "Don't talk nonsense, get better."

At the end, I added another sentence: "I will carry my legs even if there is nothing wrong with them."

Xiao Yu'an smiled so much that his eyes curled up, and he patted Yan Heqing's shoulder: "Brother Yan, turn your head."

Yan Heqing turned his head, and Xiao Yuan kissed his lips, giving him a tender and lingering kiss.

After the kiss was over, Xiao Yu'an licked the corners of his mouth and said: "It was freezing cold back then, and I carried you to the imperial physician's hall in the Northern Palace. I never thought I could get you to carry me for a lifetime. It's worth it, it's so worth it!"

Yan Heqing knew that he was not a person who liked to laugh, but it was a pity that when he was with Xiao Yu'an, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch, and he was still unwilling to restrain himself.

After Yan Heqing walked for a while with Xiao Yu'an on his back, Xiao Yu'an felt sorry for his tiredness and refused to let him carry it, saying that he had to rest or go by himself, Yan Heqing had no choice but to find a weed field by the roadside and let Xiao Yu'an sit down.

Xiao Yuan and Yan Heqing sat beside him, lying on his side comfortably, with half of his upper body pillowed on Yan Heqing's legs, and began to count the stars gradually appearing in the night sky: "I couldn't see so many stars in my previous life, and they weren't so bright."

Yan Heqing hummed, thought for a while, and asked hesitantly: "You said before, what did you need to do before your husband and wife got married in your previous life?"