Aoyama sees me as I should

Ji Qingbai was really dizzy, he always felt that he had heard this before somewhere, the lights in the room were yellow and dark, but the Buddha statue on the bed seemed to be tainted with a touch of lust, so charming.

After Tan Zhang finished speaking, he didn't urge him, Ji Qingbai calmed down, still worried that the other party's body was more, so he moved closer and asked, "Where is the pain in Mr. Xiaolang's heart?"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Qingbai felt a chill on his wrist, and Lang Jun held it there, staring at his face with shining eyes.

Ji Qingbai's ears slowly warmed up again.

The Buddha is really too young in this life, Ji Qingbai looked at the face of the little man, and thought with fascination, although the other worlds are never affected by the flow of time and the changes of mountains and rivers except for the human world, the Buddha's realm is ten thousand years, Tan Zhang's appearance has never changed, but it is still different at this moment.

Compared with it, Ji Qingbai always felt that he was half a dead tree in this life, and it would be hard to see spring again.

Of course, given his state of being a god, he shouldn't think so.

Ji Qingbai felt emotional in his heart, he never imagined that he would become so worried about gains and losses after being a human being in two lifetimes.

The eyes of the two were fixed, and they didn't speak for a moment. Under the dim candlelight, Ji Qingbai's long eyelashes drooped, and his willow-like eyes were half closed. Perhaps because of his age, he looked a little thin, with a faint gleam around the corner of his eyes. A tail pattern, the end is elegant and romantic.

Mr. Xiao Lang was lost for a moment, until the abbot stretched out his hand to cover his shoulder.

Ji Qingbai didn't see it clearly when he was far away, but when he got closer, he realized that the arrow wound on Tan Zhang's shoulder seemed to have been re-treated, but for some reason, blood beads appeared again, and the color faintly leaked out.

"Why don't you say anything?" Ji Qingbai frowned, and sighed in a low voice, "No wonder Mr. Xiaolang is in pain."

"..." Tan Zhang didn't know what to say for a while.

Ji Qingbai treated him as if he was a child, got out of bed to get the medicine, came back to treat his wound, and thoughtfully helped him get dressed.

Tan Zhang lay on the bed annoyed, seeing that Ji Qingbai was about to get up, he quickly stretched out his hand and pulled him out.

Ji Qingbai was a little surprised when his monk robe was grabbed: "Young Lord?"

Tan Zhang opened his mouth and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ji Qingbai explained: "The poor monk went to pour a glass of water."

Tan Zhang pursed his lips and did not speak, but did not let go of his hands. Ji Qingbai looked at him for a while, then smiled helplessly: "Young Lord, don't worry, as long as the poor monk doesn't leave."

In the middle of the night, the door was locked, and Ji Qingbai couldn't leave even if he wanted to.His real body is a tapir, he always sleeps at night, even when he is a monk, he also gets sleepy, thinking that he has slept together for so long in his previous life anyway, so it is not a big problem to just sleep for one night in this life.

Now that he had figured it out, Ji Qingbai was not a entangled character, he slept on the outside of the bed with his monk robe still on, facing Mr. Xiao Lang, and yawned sleepily.

"The poor monk is rude." Ji Qingbai was afraid of pressing Tanzhang's leg, so he stood between the two of them through the quilt.

Tan Zhang's eyebrows crease again, he seemed to be holding back his anger, and after a while he said coldly: "Abbot don't need to be so wary of me."

Ji Qingbai was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "The poor monk is afraid that he will not be honest in his sleep, so he crushed Mr. Xiaolang's leg."

Tan Zhang glanced at him, reluctantly said: "My legs are not that bad."

Ji Qingbai blinked, thinking that he had said something wrong again, so he could only shut his mouth and lie down in silence.

When sleepiness came up, Ji Qingbai had a vague feeling that someone was holding his hand, he subconsciously took it back, and fell into a dream as if he was relieved.

As the god of nightmares, Ji Qingbai himself rarely dreams.

He should be the dream-weaving god, the dream-eating beast, otherwise he would not have been favored by the Buddha ten thousand years ago, ascended to the Buddha realm to nourish the sea of ​​gods for the sandalwood.

The immeasurable Buddha is in charge of countless good and evil in the world. How can it be easy to keep the Lingtai clean for thousands of years?It is necessary for him to eat the evil thoughts for the Buddha and sort out the good roots in order to maintain the infinite way.

So it was rare for Ji Qingbai to discover that he was having a dream, and he felt a little weird.

In his dream, he returned to his previous life. The magnolia flower grove behind the Dragon Palace was in its blooming season. The falling flowers were colorful and the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating. It was still Ji Yu himself sitting under the tree, looking up.

In a blink of an eye, it was Tan Zhang wearing a black dragon robe. The emperor seemed to have just come down to court, and rushed over, with a snow-white fox fur coat on his shoulders.

Ji Yu turned her head, and for a moment, she became Ji Qingbo herself again.

He smiled at Tan Zhang.

The flowers fell on his hair, and Tan Zhang reached out to stroke them gently for him.

For a moment, Ji Qingbai couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or waking up. He reached out to touch the emperor's face, and when he touched the emperor's face, Tan Zhang turned into a 16-year-old Xiaolang again.

"Abbot." Xiao Langjun sat in a wheelchair, looked at him, and smiled softly, "You are a god, how can you grow old?"

He said: "I remember you, if you come, I will definitely recognize you."

When Ji Qingbai woke up suddenly, he felt cold sweat all over his body, he suddenly looked at the pillow, Tan Xiaolang-jun was fast asleep, breathing peacefully.

Ji Qingbai looked at him for a long time, covered his eyes with one hand, and said "Amitabha" in a low voice.

When I wanted to sleep again, I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After tossing and turning for a while, Ji Qingbai simply got up, only to find that the other hand was being held by Tan Zhang. He had a complex expression, and finally broke away lightly, and tiptoed to the ground.

The door was unlocked at some point, and Ji Qingbai simply took advantage of the morning light to return to his meditation room. Along the way, he met a few young monks who got up early and practiced kung fu, but fortunately, no one asked much.

The abbot had his own scripture room, and after Ji Qingbai returned, he sat cross-legged on the futon before he had time to change his robes, with volumes of scriptures in front of him.

He really regrets it now, but as for what to regret, he will be confused for a while.

There are many delusions, there are many delusions, Ji Qingbai thought desperately, he is here to help the Buddha overcome the sufferings of all living beings, don't end up getting stuck in it himself, and wait until the immeasurable calamities return to his place, what should he do ah!