The old monster loves the poor monk

Kongming thought for a while and thought that Master Huineng had been pounding rice for eight months, so he ate potatoes for eight months?It seems that it is not impossible to imagine it. If someone practices closed mantra meditation, he can also practice potato meditation.

Mainly a mental issue.

But just think about it, it doesn't matter whether you eat potatoes or not if you can have a closed minded state of mind.

Kongming lay on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling his own existence in the heart of the consciousness that was alive and dead. There was a crack that had opened in the darkness. The consciousness followed the traction and leaned over. When he looked up, he saw that there were purple bamboos all around him. .

There was a man in white clothes standing in front of him, and that man was Yu Ling.

There was Qiyu in the past and Yuling in the back. It seems that there are quite a lot of people who were from his hometown in the previous life.

Yu Ling bent down and stared at his face curiously, then turned his head and pressed his lips together.

......

Was his relationship with Yu Ling so exciting in his previous life?

My Buddha...

Yu Ling distanced himself and looked into his eyes: "Zi Monk, does this count as lust?"

He spontaneously said, "It doesn't count."

Yu Ling sat beside him, and suddenly put his arms around his waist: "I always want to hug you like this, do I like you?"

He still said: "Not yet."

Yu Ling also nodded: "Indeed, only human beings have liking and lust. I was born from the true spirit of heaven and earth. If you enter the realm of emptiness and do not retreat, no human being will feel that way." Saying this, Yu Ling stretched out his hand to grab his hand, held it in his hand and traced the palm print back and forth: "I heard that there is a line in the palm print that is emotion, why do you have palm prints?"

He said remindingly: "If you really don't want to give birth to a heart of love-desire, and don't associate with chaos, she has too much ego, and you will get dust all over in a second if you set your mind to learn."

Yu Ling suddenly laughed, the smile on his lips was very weak: "If I really like you, is it Chao Chao's fault or your fault?"

"There's no right or wrong. It's up to you if you like it." Kong Ming broke out in a cold sweat. Just now he felt that this matter was terrible, but now he feels that it's a little bit overwhelmed. Just now, Yu Ling It looks a bit like trying to have fun, and now everyone seems to be on the verge of falling into it.

I didn't expect that Handi would have such a sin waiting for him in his previous life. The two men...

Kong Ming was hit by fate with a stick.

Yu Ling didn't get angry after hearing this, but nodded honestly: "Indeed, it's my own business."

Kongming heard a sigh from the bottom of his heart, it was the sigh of the Ziseng in his previous life, it seems that he was not stupid in his previous life, and he could see that Yu Ling fell into the pit and couldn't get out, but he can be a monk They all have a bit of self-knowledge that only cares about their own hearts. One or two reminders are enough, and things that need to be persuaded are often not persuaded.

Speaking of which, does Yu Ling remember this incident?

Although Yu Ling was very kind to him, but not to the extent of hugging and hugging him every now and then, he should be the same as him, but only felt that the other party was kinder, not to the extent of liking or disliking him.

Kong Ming, who is male and not male, doesn't think there is any major problem. Don't be distracted. He doesn't think too much about what is right and what is wrong. But when he thinks about it, he still gets goosebumps. It can be seen that his practice in his previous life is better. I don't feel embarrassed about it at all.

After that, it was all the purple bamboo. In his previous life, he was a monk who practiced in the purple bamboo forest. No wonder he was called Ziseng. The name is simple and appropriate.

After a while, a young man came to his bamboo forest. The young man had two round grape eyes, and he looked like the boy in the altar of Sanwang Pavilion, who had grown up a lot.

The young man looked worried and relieved: "The fox king decided to cut off half of me."

......

Cut in half?

Anatomy?cut pork?

What are these monsters doing all day? ? ?

He nodded: "If you can't protect yourself in the future, you can come to me."

The young man smiled: "You say that to look down on us monsters."

Seeing his proud smile, Kong Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

But if he remembered correctly, the last time Qiyu asked Ziseng why he couldn't repair King Ming's Buddha seat when he was in Huangquan last time.

At that time, it was from an onlooker's point of view, and he didn't think about what Ziseng did to King Ming.

But now he clearly felt that he was Ziseng, but Ziseng was King Ming.

Then Yu Ling likes Ziseng, Qiyu likes King Ming...

Oh wow.

The story of these monsters is amazing.

Kong Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, and went downstairs to drink water to stop the flustered feeling.

Thinking of the way Yu Ling closed his eyes and focused when he bent down to kiss just now, and Qiyu's expression when he said that he liked King Ming.

Amitabha, what evil did he do in his previous life?

Wu Duyin frowned and looked at Kong Ming who was walking back and forth in the living room: "Go to the side, don't interfere with my watching Tokyo Maomao."

Kong Ming wants to find someone to talk to, but if it is too sinful to talk to their six-year-old leader about a topic that was liked by two men in his previous life, he might as well go to the kitchen and drink ice juice to calm himself down.

After drinking half a bottle of orange juice, Kongming's heart calmed down a bit. In fact, it doesn't matter who likes him. Judging by Qiyu's appearance, he probably only likes the man who is King Ming, who mostly takes care of him, and Yu Ling probably doesn't even remember. They haven't come back yet, and I hope they don't.

Anyway, he just needs to take care of his own heart. It's other people's business if others like him, and it's his business when he falls in love with that person.

C City Road Cultural Center notified them that the headquarters sent a rubbing copy of the Taixuan Slips, and they can take a look if they are interested.

Of course they are interested. They worked hard to get it back, and there are gods and men guarding it. How can they not look at this kind of thing? They organized a group to visit the Taixuan's leftover bamboo slips, and of course Yu Ling came as one of them. Although the psychological construction has been done well, the eyes of the other party are as bright as if they were burned.

Especially when he glanced at the opponent's mouth from the corner of the eye.

Buddha, let's kill him, he doesn't want to have such an inexplicable face burning, Yu Ling sees how strange he is.

Shen Jining, who was sitting next to him, felt the wonderful atmosphere and got up and sat in front, leaving him alone with his face still hot, Yu Ling got up and sat beside him, with his shoulders touching his shoulders, and put a small fan in his arms Blow it in his face.

Lin Caijun was inexplicably taken away from the electric fan and immediately yelled: "Hey! Kong Ming is a human, am I not human? I'm hot too!"

In contrast, Wu Duyin wanted to protect Kong Ming: "Kong Ming's face is turning red, what's wrong with blowing him up?"

Lin Caijun glared at Kong Ming, and honestly surrendered to Wu Duyin's suppression.

Kong Ming took a deep breath, he wanted to be calm, to be calm.

When they arrived at the Dao Cultural Center in City C, the child Xi Xiuling was in charge of receiving them. He walked forward with a cold face, and pointed to the three buildings in the Dao Cultural Center: "That is the main building of the Dao Culture, and that is the library building. And the Cultural Research Office, that's the Xi family."

Walking into the third building, the little boy pressed the elevator and said very sophisticatedly: "The first floor lobby and the second floor are used by the deputy curator to pile up materials, the third floor is mine, and the fifth floor is for the collection of books. Jane is on the top floor."

The whole library building is only the silhouettes and footsteps of their group. Not only the library building is so quiet, but also the area where the Dao Culture Museum belongs is so quiet: "Where are you Dao Culture people?"

The kid Xi Xiuling sneered, not knowing why he sneered: "There are only three people in the C City Road Cultural Center, the curator, the deputy curator, and me. If you want to see other people, you have to pick a cleaner to clean them." day."

Excluding the one at Xi’s house, this Dao Culture branch has two buildings, two buildings so big are enough for [-] members, but in the end they raised three people. No wonder full-time practitioners are profiteering, and the treatment is too high. Taller.

The elevator reached the top floor, and books were piled up on the wall to form a book wall. There was a large booth in the middle, and a square glass cover covered the unfolded rubbings of the Taixuan Yi bamboo slips. Cao Xueqin was sitting on the extended part of the big booth to sort out some drawings.

Kong Ming leaned over to look at the slips left by Taixuan, it was full of strange tadpole characters engraved on it, the rubbings were made of iron, the imitation original was covered with cinnabar, and white paint was filled in the places where the words were written, Kong Ming stared at it for a while. Yes, it's neither Sanskrit nor Tibetan, he didn't make full use of his writing advantages, so he can only stare around the Taixuan Yijian like everyone else.

Cao Xueqin copied those tadpole writings and drew them on the blueprints, making them look like spell formations. Wang Kongming leaned over to look at his drawing papers, and he explained: "I want to try to copy the writings on the Taixuan legacy slips. Replace it with some original spells and formations to see if it works."

He thought that Taixuan's leftover slips would be such a powerful thing, but the most powerful one was Taixuan who had been beaten to death in the bamboo slips. Kong Ming was a little disappointed: "The meaning of words is the information it carries. We don't know how Taixuan is. What on earth did Yi Jian say that we can only study the shapes of these tadpoles.” Isn’t that just an empty shell, and Kong Ming refrained from saying the last sentence in front of Cao Xueqin, a fanatical scholar.

Cao Xueqin shook his head, disapproving of Kong Ming's words: "If the Taixuan Slips are really left over from the Shinto, even if we only understand these empty shells, it will be enough for us, just like circuit boards, we don't need to understand it structure, as long as you know how to use electricity to bring convenience to yourself."

This makes sense, but some people pick up rubbish with peace of mind. The master said that there is a saying that books are the dross of a saint. If you can read the words but can’t learn the Tao, they are called dross. Then you don’t understand it at all. It has to be scum.

Probably because he knew that he was a little self-inflated by King Ming in his previous life, which would make him a little less interested in picking up Shinto rubbish.

Lin Caijun took out his mobile phone: "Can I take pictures?"

Xi Xiuling took a look at them: "Let's shoot it, just don't spread it, otherwise the information group will harass you and doubt your life."

After visiting the remains of Taixuan, Dao Culture arranged lunch for them in the main building. There was a long table in the middle of the empty hall. From this point of view, it was an outsourcing business. Dao Culture had only these three people, and they even made a meal out of it. A bunch of decorative flower arrangements.

Ye Yuan looked at the jasmine lilies and pink roses scattered in every corner of the restaurant and pushed his glasses to remind Wu Duyin: "The cost is too high, and the visitors are not kind."

No one doesn't like a pleasing environment, but this kind of romantic color matching of pink roses and girlish colors, fine-textured ribbons and layered bows is obviously more targeted to Wu Duyin.

The author has something to say:

The title of the book is very confusing... Is it better for the poor monk to love the old monster or the old monster for the poor monk? ? ?Or just call it Kong Mingjing?God gave me a little angel to tell me the answer! ! !