The old monster loves the poor monk

Yu Ling returned to his room and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking at the sea outside the window. He propped his forehead in flames, his hair brushed up to reveal his forehead. He didn't expect that one day he would be attacked by such words as Kong Ming.

In his previous life, his intimacy with Ziseng for thousands of years did not shake Ziseng's heart at all. Now that he has done nothing, he is already going crazy for him. He wonders where he made a mistake or fate is playing tricks on him?

Yu Ling's emotions finally calmed down, no matter what, the past tens of thousands of years have been enough for him to wake up, King Ming doesn't need love, and Yaomo Dao needs King Ming.

King Ming also needs the way of demons, he sits quietly in the hall of the demon king just like he was in the purple bamboo forest, the only difference is that if the kings need him, if the situation needs him, he will come out of the palace and settle the situation meticulously.

The importance of King Ming to the Dao of Demons is the same as that of the Dao of Demons to King Ming.

He couldn't let the empty ego continue to grow.

Yu Ling suddenly thought of Ziseng's indifferent face again, Ziseng never refused him, he kissed whenever he wanted, stroked as much as he wanted, now it seems that Ziseng is so smart.

He somewhat regretted that he thought he was smart and wanted to have empty and clear love, but provoked the empty and clear love to infinitely increase.

This kid, what are we going to do with him...

Wu Duyin was also scratching her hair in Shen Jining's room, she saw it, she saw that scene, although she was purely interested, she was someone who could probably understand the situation when she saw the words "obscenity" mixed in Japanese, She wouldn't be so stupid as to think that Kong Ming was giving Yu Ling a massage, who the hell was groping around like that!

Wu Duyin thought of that scene, even though she had only unbuttoned three clothes buttons, it still gave her goosebumps all over her body, Kong Ming turned from an innocent little monk into this kind of... God, Yu Ling What kind of evildoer is it...

She couldn't help asking back and forth: "What's the matter with them? What's the matter with them!"

She was about to suspect that there was something wrong with her eyes: "Shen Yining, did you see it?"

Shen Yining shook his head: "I saw Kong Ming walking towards the shore."

"Then they..." Wu Duyin paused, and then she thought about how to describe this relationship in her mind. At that time, she didn't know the words gay and gay, even the precise words like homosexuality. I don't even know how to describe it.

"Are they in a relationship?" Wu Duyin could only say so tentatively.

Shen Yining pursed his lips, looking at Wu Duyin with nervous eyes: "Not necessarily, it's possible to have a good relationship, boys touching each other is just a joke."

"Go ahead, I'll find the case in my memory." Wu Duyin was very dissatisfied with his obviously fooled words, and went back to her room to meditate. She is a female cultivator with hundreds of years of memories. When she was in a coma, she roughly read her general memories, but she has not fully understood the many side details of these hundreds of years of memories. Before that, she set a schedule for herself to watch two episodes of "Memoirs of an Unlucky Sister" every day. , It is to carefully review the memories for two hours every night to absorb the wisdom of the previous life, but because Tokyo Maomao didn't finish reading this plan, it has not been started.

Just now is the time when we need the wisdom of life to answer the confusion.

Wu Duyin finally found what he wanted to see in a hundred years of drifting clouds and fire. A young man stood behind a young man, hugging the young man's waist and forehead against the back of the young man's neck. The young man's expression was a bitter, sweet and helpless smile. He said while laughing, the Lantern Festival in Nanxiang was delicious, what kind of person is such-and-such nonsense.

Wu Duyin looked for where he was from God's perspective, um, he was standing not far from the two of them watching the river lantern, the clothes he was wearing today were also so dull, and his hair was just casually tied into a bun, but luckily She was born beautiful in her previous life, so she can still bear this kind of dress, it's okay.

Those two men, Wu Duyin, knew one of them. The young man who was hugged was Shen Zhou. Wu Duyin, who was hugging him, had never seen him before. It turned out that Shen Zhou had an affair with a man in his previous life. How good it is to have a good relationship with a man, the girl who was killed by him will not have to be unlucky.

The young man seemed a little drunk, so Shen Zhou let him hug him, and the young man said: "My grandmother made an appointment for me, the second daughter of He Shangshu's family."

Shen Zhou didn't seem to have any feelings: "Congratulations."

The boy was a little angry: "Why don't you ask me if I like her?"

Shen Zhou was very calm: "If you don't like it, you will naturally make trouble. Now that it's settled down, even if you don't like it, it's tolerable."

Hearing these words, Wu Duyin was about to vomit blood, very good, it really was Shen Zhou.

The boy froze for a moment, then nodded bitterly: "You are right, you are indeed my best friend."

Shen Zhou let the young man use him as a pillar to let his drink away, and turned his head to look at the female cultivator: "Master Yang, can you stay in the imperial city for a few more days, the ancestor thought of you a few years ago, and said that there are several problems that he still can't figure out. I want to discuss it with you to clear up my doubts."

The female cultivator nodded: "Maybe I haven't seen my brother for a long time."

She is actually Shen Zhou's master, Wu Duyin nodded, very good, very big.

Shen Zhou turned around and hugged the young man: "I will send Mr. Shen back to the mansion, and the disciple will leave first."

The female cultivator nodded, and the young man leaned softly on Shen Zhou's body. The two walked along the river in the night. When they reached the bridge, the young man staggered for a while, then hugged Shen Zhou's waist and refused to let go. Shen Zhou Reluctantly pulling away his hand, he lowered the boy on his back, and the boy leaned on his back and hugged his neck with an expression of attachment.

The female cultivator's eyes fell back to the lotus lantern on the river, she had seen a lot of worldly things, and these things were all either there or not.

The scenery of memory is walking slowly, the female cultivator is seated in the quiet room of the Taoist temple, and the old Taoist man with white beard and hair opposite him pours a cup of tea for her: "Junior Sister, you are still free and unfettered, you can taste the brother's unrestrainedness." The old Taoist The man pushes the tea to the nuns.

The old Taoist took a sip from his teacup and said, "You know that I like the thick tea leaves that cost two cents a pack at the alley at the foot of the mountain. All the people in the group were unwilling, as if I drank the rough tea because I drank his blood. Famous tea is called tea, anyway, they are all tea, but they didn’t know where to find out that I like the rough tea at the entrance of the alley at the bottom of the mountain, so they replaced it for me. I have drawn up an expenditure, and I will hurry up every month to make the old Taoist laugh in the world of mortals."

The female cultivator was amused by the old Taoist's words: "Brothers came here to follow their wishes, and it is inevitable that we must live according to their wishes."

"A few days ago, I had a hole in my robe, and I liked that robe again. I wanted to mend the hole and continue wearing it. Those disciples would offend me and say they were afraid, so I didn't dare to wear that robe anymore. They smiled happily." That’s right, the disciples I bring out will not learn this trick.”

The female cultivator said indifferently: "Brother has them in his heart, so he can tolerate them meddling in their own business."

The old Taoist paused while holding the tea: "So I asked for hardships, the Tao lost love, and it was very empty. Recently, I read Buddhist scriptures. The Heart Sutra is very interesting. There are also some scriptures that say that the Buddha wants to save all living beings. It is something that can become popular. I will worship the Buddha when I see it now, and I beg the Tathagata to show mercy so that Buddhism will soon become popular in the imperial city. Send two monks to be worshiped by these heavenly nobles, and we Taoists can return to the mountain. As Taoist priests, we always let nature take its course in everything, and dare not ask for what we want. Even in cultivating the Tao, we are cautious and follow the Tao with our bodies. They are not satisfied with everything, and even raise a few Taoist priests to think that God will listen to them.”

The nun smiled lightly and did not speak.

The old Taoist said again: "Half a year ago I watched the stars at night and saw four stars connected together. I don't know where they are pointing. I am ashamed to say it. Brother, I have practiced for decades, and the more I practice, the more I feel that I am superficial, and my understanding is pitiful. I can’t understand the world at all, I met a purple-robed monk a few months ago, I thought he was here to teach the Dharma and treated him graciously, and he gave me a mirror when he came.”

The nun was a little surprised: "Leave?"

The old Taoist nodded: "Yes, it's leaving the country. I'm old and I don't need it anymore. I wonder if it's okay to ask you to bring it back to the mountain gate when you travel around?" The female cultivator was silent for a while, and the old Taoist said: "Master has been away for a long time. Are you still concerned about his old man chasing you down the mountain?"

The female cultivator regained her senses: "I was thinking about leaving the country. It's really strange that someone would hand over the leaving country to others. It's natural to take the leaving country back. I don't know if there is anything else you want me to take with you, brother?"

The old Taoist smiled: "There is so much to say."

The female cultivator nodded slightly, took the wooden box containing the departure, got up and left the quiet room, and walked on the path of the Taoist temple. Not far from the south, there were Shen Zhou and the young man on the corridor. The young man was reading the Tao Te Ching. Turning his head to ask, Shen Zhou explained to him slowly beside him.

The female cultivator then left the imperial city. She heard the turmoil in the rivers and lakes, and the senior brother went to the immortal, and lost the suppression of the old Taoist. In less than three years, the disputes filled the sky with witchcraft and wrath. Half of the righteous Taoist disciples suffered. The timeline of the matter about Shen Zhou spanned 20 years before she knew the ending.

Just like this life, he is a genius in practice, but after returning from the imperial city, the progress of his practice has become slow. The female nun saw that he had no demons but was still unwilling to let go. It’s okay to ask for the Dao.”

Shen Zhou shook his head: "I'm afraid he will be reborn, I promised to pay him back."

During that disaster, the young man died for him, and the young man finally murmured in his arms: "Don't you want to pursue the Dao, then you have to live...you have to live..."

Shen Zhou felt the boy's breath getting weaker and weaker, and finally stopped breathing completely in his arms. He stretched out his hand to caress the boy's cheek: "You ruined my moral conduct for two lifetimes, so why talk about the great way."

The female cultivator shook her head, saying how tragic it is to lose love.

The author has something to say:

I accidentally burned my left hand when pouring boiling water today, so I can’t code. In fact, I can code with one hand, but I can’t calm down because of the pain. I’m sorry. This chapter is a manuscript, and it may be discontinued tomorrow. If it hurts, try to code as much as possible. I don’t know how long it will take to get better. Please forgive me if there is no update after that, and refill it for the little angel who is chasing the update.