Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

In fact, what Wuchen has always been suspicious of is that the man and the child say that the father who gave birth to the child is a man.

He wondered, why can a man have children?

Replenishment is just a moment of doubt, fleeting, and this matter has nothing to do with him.

Lin Heng looked at the young monk's indifferent face again, and the banter in his heart deepened a bit.

"Little Master Wuchen, do you know? That man abandoned me and my two children, I, I feel bad."

Wuchen turned his eyes to look at the man beside him, the soft candlelight fell on him, reflected in his star pupils, as if covered with a layer of mist, under the mist there was a pitiful look that made people feel pity.

The corners of his lips were slightly drawn down, and the brows were full of loneliness.

Wu Chen couldn't help but think that this kind of expression shouldn't appear on this person's face, he should be wanton and strong.

The sudden thought made Wuchen slightly startled, it was the first time he met the man in front of him today, why would he think so?

When Wuchen was in doubt, Lin Heng uttered a sentence from his thinly shaved, extremely light-colored lips: "Little Master Wuchen, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, can you comfort me?"

Wuchen was astonished, and paused slightly for the finger that was twisting the prayer bead, probably because no one had ever said such a thing to him, for a moment, he didn't know how to react.

Lin Heng blinked his eye feathers, a cunning flashed under the long eye feathers, and when he raised his eyes again, he had a hurt look again.

"Little Master Wuchen, you all say that I am Buddha merciful. Don't tell me, you, don't you want to help me?" At this time, Lin Heng didn't have the violence and ruthlessness of the manic attack before, and he didn't even have the power of a dignified prince. Noble and self-restraining, he is just a poor man who has been abandoned, waiting for the people in front of him to save him, and use the supreme Dharma to soothe his wounded heart.

Wuchen's heart was scalded by the man's eyes, comfort?What, how to comfort?

He recalled the thousands of volumes of scriptures he had read, and it seemed that none of the volumes of Buddhist scriptures was suitable for comforting the person in front of him.

The young monk, who has always been emotionless, rarely felt guilty, just because he couldn't help the person in front of him.

Suddenly, he thought of Master Abbot.

In the past, when the abbot master picked up the children, he would always meet the children crying and being sad. At that time, what did the abbot master do?

Lin Heng was thinking that enough is enough, not to push the young monk into a hurry, but he saw the young monk suddenly stretched out his hand.

Under the red cassock, a small piece of wrist was exposed, as white as jade, even the dim candlelight could not cover up its whiteness.

The nails are neatly trimmed and round, with a pink luster, and the fingers are as long as beautiful jade.

An impulse rose in Lin Heng's heart, and he wanted to hold this hand, put it on his lips, and lick it carefully. The taste should be extremely delicious.

But it was only for a moment, Lin Heng put away the slightly glamorous thought in his heart, um, this kind of thought is a bit dangerous, it will scare the simple little monk.

At this moment, he felt something soft fall from his hair.

Looking up, I saw that the young monk's hand had been placed on his hair at some point, and he stroked it lightly, obviously to comfort him, but no matter how he looked at it, it looked like the lingering intimacy and nostalgia of a lover.

The young monk's bright red lips parted like petals, and his voice was clear, like the silver frost hanging on the pine tree in winter: "Don't be sad."

Just four words, like a stone, silently fell into Lin Heng's heart lake, after falling, sank to the bottom of the lake, but rippled layer after layer, unable to calm down for a long time.

Lin Heng smiled suddenly, as if there was a tiny light hidden between his brows and eyes, he could look down on the bright stars.

"Little Master Wuchen, thank you."

The young monk Qingjun's face was stained with a layer of blush, shallow, like a thin layer of rouge, covering up the coldness and abstinence, and making the tear mole under the eyelid more vivid and beautiful.

This little monk probably doesn't know how attractive he is now.

Wu Chen stared at the smile on the lips of the person in front of him, and was stunned for a moment. The next second, he felt something was wrong with his heart.

It's no longer uncomfortable or uncomfortable, but another feeling. I can't explain it clearly, but he unexpectedly doesn't reject it, and seems to like it quite a bit.

It seems that he really suffers from heart disease.

"Little Master Wuchen, thank you for listening to me tonight and comforting me. I am much better. Can I still come to you when I am in a bad mood?" It was getting late, and he had to go back to take care of the two children. Guy, you can't delay any longer, and you can't push the person in front of you too tightly. Of course, he has to pave the way for the next encounter.

Wu Chen naturally did not refuse.

Watching the man's slender figure disappear into the darkness.Wu Chen stayed for a few seconds and closed the door.

He took off his cassock, leaving only his inner garment, and prepared to go to bed.

only.The door knocked again.

Wu Chen just folded the cassock and put it aside.

Thinking that it might be the man from just now who left and returned, he forgot for a moment that he was only wearing his underwear, and opened the door.

But when he saw the person in front of him, he frowned slightly.

"Senior Brother Wuxin." On a winter night, the young monk looked as indifferent as ever, and his voice was a little lower than the freezing temperature.

Outside the door was a young monk wearing the same cassock as all the monks in Luoshi Monastery.

The young monk seemed to have gotten used to Wuchen's neither sad nor happy appearance, he was not angry, his lips were smiling gently as always, and his voice was somewhat clear.

"Brother Wuchen, when senior brother was reading the "Diamond Sutra", there are a few things that I don't understand. I wonder if I can ask my senior brother to clarify my doubts."

Wu Chen didn't seem to see the smile on Wu Xin's lips, his voice was still faint: "Brother, it's getting late, Wu Chen is going to bed."

The words of refusal blurted out.

Wuxin's eyes kept falling on the young monk in front of him.

After looking at it, I realized that the young monk was actually only wearing an inner garment, a snow-white inner garment, making him even more white as jade, clean and flawless.

His face is clear and handsome, and his temperament is even more distant, like a snow-capped lotus that can be viewed from a distance and not be played with.

It is also like a Buddha son who is not stained with the secular world, stands aloof, overlooks everyone, and is compassionate.

Such a person should be held in high regard.

But it also happens that this lofty and clean attitude can easily pull out the desires in people's hearts.

I want to slam the person in front of me and the altar down, I want to ravage him, I want his cleanness and purity to be stained with filth that cannot be washed away, I want to see his calm and indifferent face, showing restraint I can't help being crazy, wanting to watch him degenerate.

That's right, Wuxin in front of him is the one who leads Wuchen into the endless abyss of depravity.

His eyes fell on the young monk's fair and slender neck, and he had an impulse to step forward and take a bite until the whiteness was stained with blood. What a beautiful and alluring picture it must be.

There was darkness behind Wuxin, but at this moment his eyes and heart were darker than that night.

It was probably the first time I saw Wuchen wearing an inner garment, exposing the snow-white skin on his neck, and Wuxin couldn't restrain his inner urge to move for a while.

Seeing that he has been uncomfortable, Wuchen raised his eyes to look at him suspiciously, and couldn't help frowning when he saw that heavy and frightening gaze.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Could it be that he was angry because of his refusal?

Wuxin hurriedly regained consciousness, fearing that the young monk might suspect something, she immediately said, with a gentle voice, making people feel like a spring breeze: "It's okay, since the brother is going to bed, then the brother will not plan."

After Wuxin left, Wuchen closed the door.

Little did they know, in the darkness, the young monk went back and forth, standing not far away, looking in the direction of the Wuchen meditation room.

He was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see the emotion on his face, but suddenly, there was a sneer in the cold wind.

That laugh was like a hunter looking at a prey that fell into a pit. The prey was struggling, but didn't know that everything was in vain.

For Wuxin, Wuchen is his prey.

In the meditation room, Wuchen closed the room, and frowned slightly when thinking of Wuxin.

Brother Wuxin came to Luoshi Monastery at about the same time, and has always taken good care of him. It can be said that besides the abbot, the person he had the most contact with was this Senior Brother Wuxin.

But Wu Chen doesn't like this senior for no reason.

Although he has a simple mind, he doesn't get in touch with many people, and he doesn't understand the world very well. Because of this, his ability to distinguish between good and evil is extremely strong.

From the moment he accidentally touched him, he felt a sense of malice from that person. As time went by, it became stronger and stronger. The gaze that fell on him made him extremely uncomfortable, so he tried to avoid it as much as possible. .

Helpless, the man still entangled him.