The monk who is going to cross me is bent

Life in a Buddhist temple is monotonous and regular. There are strict regulations on when to do what to do, whether to enlighten scriptures or practice.

The practice of staying away from the world of mortals can make people feel clear and peaceful, and forget the troubles of the seven emotions and six desires that obsess the mind. Only when the mind is at ease can there be no worries. .

The morning bell and evening drum in the mountain, the sound of the Buddha's gatha, cleanse the world's delusion and obsession, and all the people outside the world who practice here can feel that the world is clear, empty and full, without any worries.

May the sound of this bell surpass the Dharma Realm, and everyone in the darkness of the iron fence can hear it.

Wenchen is pure and proves perfect penetration, and all sentient beings will become enlightened.

The old monk Guxu really valued Zi'an. People outside are passing on the next head of Buddhism. It is very likely that he will be the next head of Buddhism. Master Guxu even ranks behind him with his direct disciples. It seems that the head of the sect is ten. In all likelihood, they will be intercepted by the monk who placed the order on the way.But the monks in the temple were not dissatisfied, because during the time spent with Zi'an, the monks knew that he had practiced Buddhism deeply and was respected by others.

The younger generation of fellow students who are new to the school even regard Zi'an as a role model. They come and go in the world of mortals and still remain uncontaminated by the dust. What kind of state of mind is cultivated.

... But if this is the case, why does Monk Zi'an always think of that person's voice and appearance at every inappropriate moment?

Days passed by, but the obsessions did not get rid of a little bit, but the thinking and puzzlement about this enigmatic Dr. Koike increased day by day.

In the blink of an eye, the new year is approaching, and the temple has come to the busiest world. Thousands of pilgrims come to Changuang Temple, the largest temple on the south bank, to pray for safety when the new year is approaching.

In addition to entertaining these pilgrims, Monk Zi'an brought some young monks who are still inexperienced to Buddhist affairs, and together they chanted and prayed for the prosperity of the country and the people, and prayed for the well-being of the common people in the world.

In the second half of the night at Yinshi, when the sky was still dark, Changuang Temple held the Zhaitian Prayer Ceremony. The head of the Buddhist sect presided over the Dharma. They burned incense and paid homage according to the rituals, and then invited the clean altar to preside over the Dharma.The group of monks and all the meritorious masters in the temple welcome the Buddhas of the ten directions and the protectors of the world to come to the mandala with fragrant flowers. A monk with profound practice throws fruit cakes in all directions.

If he really has a clear conscience and a clear heart...why is he looking for the appearance of that person intentionally or unintentionally among the figures of so many pilgrims?

The kung fu in stillness is very good, and the kung fu in motion is only one point.It's just that the mind is disturbed by emotions, and the heart is disturbed by movement. There are confusions on the left and right, so it's difficult everywhere, and every step is difficult.

Loneliness is not unbearable, the most unbearable thing is the desire that keeps echoing in my heart, which has been with me like a shadow.

So he practiced harder and harder. If he discarded the distracting thoughts in his heart and had no desires or desires, he would have no suffering.

People on both sides of the river and north bank observe the new year and celebrate the new year. Time passes slowly, and it is another year of winter and spring.

Chi Wang in the north of the Jiangbei has received many years gifts, some were given to him by his disciples, some were found by these juniors to honor him, and the two maids Fang Xun and Bu Ran in the imperial city in the south had been prepared long ago. Just waiting for the New Year's gift.

Fengyunqing, the owner of Fuzi Village, was in Jiangbei. Although he didn't come here specifically to pay New Year's greetings, he also asked someone to give him a gift—one hundred freshly slaughtered prairie cattle and sheep, produced by Fengyun Villa at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The taste is amazing.With the addition of many doctors and students in the ancestral house, it took several days to finish eating.

After the ice and snow in Jiangbei melted, everything took on a new look, and the greenness returned to the earth.

After the weather gets warmer, people's hearts are also active.The hearts of young people are like the new green sprouting on the thick soil that has not been purified by melting snow. When a little sprout appears, there will be vitality and hope spreading all over the sky.

Although he maintains the appearance of a young man, Chi Wang's heart is not as young as his appearance. Everything in the world is in his heart, and this blooming greenery can't go to the bottom of his heart, and can't reach his other side.

There is no spring breeze for ten miles on the other side, but it is hidden and silent.

The quick-witted Fang Liu runs frequently, but he will never touch this clean land.A city wall of steel and iron has been cast for a long time, and no one will notice a leak of the past.

The doctors in this period bid farewell after finishing their studies. After expressing their sincere thanks to Chi Wang, they set off one after another to return to the branch of Lan Shan Tang when they came back. They couldn't wait to pass on the newly learned medical techniques to their colleagues.

Chi Wang, who has been busy all winter, has completed his meritorious deeds, and finally has a few days of leisure. Fang Liu has an official position, and he always goes to the north to inspect the city where the shoe school has been troubled. Therefore, before going out, he invites Chi Wang to go around the city together. change.

But Chi Wan refused.After wandering for many years, he was finally able to return to this familiar old house. His heart was like a pool of calm stagnant water, as if he was like those old people who were nostalgic for their old place and did not want to travel far.

Spring is here and the flowers are all in bloom, but Chi Wang doesn't want to go anywhere, he just wants to spend some days quietly in the old house.Fang Liu saw that the persuasion was fruitless, so he had to go on the road alone. The travel plan he had made quietly was useless, and he worked hard on the road alone. He only hoped that he could complete the task sooner and return to Chi Wang's side sooner.

The wisteria trellis in the old house had new leaves, and within a few days the weather warmed up, and even produced the first batch of buds.Lavender clouds and mist hang in the courtyard, and the warm fragrance makes people feel refreshed.

This made Chi Wang even more unwilling to leave. When he was free, he would just sit in a daze under the flower stand, read a book, or practice martial arts. His days were very leisurely.

Perhaps it was because the sun was not too harsh at noon that day, and it was too gentle and too warm. Chi Wan under the wisteria flower shelf co-authored the book, and fell into sleepiness sitting under the shelf, so he put the book aside and leaned against it. The flower stand closes its eyes and takes a rest.

When it seems like a dream but not a dream, the past time comes back to the front of the eyes again, and the boundary between the past and reality can't be distinguished for a while, only intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers in the garden, unable to wake up.

Wisteria flowers hang down from the sky like a purple cloud waterfall, leaves and tendrils are entwined with strings of small flowers falling down, the refreshing and warm aroma spreads gently with the warm spring breeze.

In this courtyard 700 years ago, Koike lived for a long time.He even spent a long life here, although it was as bright as a shooting star, it could barely be regarded as a short time of happiness.

After Zhuang Yan broke up with his father Zhuanghou, he sent Xiaochi to the old house in Wisteria Village.Xiaochi thought that Zhuang Yan would come later, but he didn't expect to wait for more than half a year. It was not until the spring of the following year that he led the army to the west of Jiangbei.

That day, Xiaochi was sitting under the wisteria trellis in the old house, flipping through a book, when he turned to the next page, he found that Zhuang Yan had come back at some time, standing in front of him silently, quietly Looking at him quietly.

Xiaochi thought, the moment he saw Zhuang Yan without warning, he should be pleasantly surprised.But between them, if traces of another person are embedded, it will destroy the relationship that was as pure and beautiful as crystal.

Time may be able to slowly repair, but obviously the difference of more than half a year is still not enough to make up for this crack.

Zhuang Yan was wearing armor all over, and it was obvious that he had come to see him as soon as he returned to the mansion.Xiaochi made a judgment at that moment - he still has his own place in his heart, even after he mistakenly thought that he was as plundered as his father, he was still important.

But this was indeed the first time, Xiaochi felt that he could not understand Zhuang Yan's emotions.The way the young master looked at him was indescribably different from before.

Zhuang Yan changed, and Xiao Chi felt a little flustered, but soon he knew that he needed to continue to play that innocent and beautiful boy whom Zhuang Yan was deeply infatuated with.

For a moment, Xiaochi didn't know what to say, he showed some surprise and some apprehension, "Master..."

Zhuang Yan smiled lightly, which made Xiao Chi regain some of the familiarity he used to get along with.Xiaochi closed the book, stepped forward to help Zhuang Yan take off the silver armor, and was about to carry the armor back to the house with great effort, but Zhuang Yan reached out to pick it up and put it under the flower vine trellis.

Xiaochi's eyes were not too puzzled, but he looked straight at Zhuang Yan's eyes with a clear and clear water. Zhuang Yan stroked his hair, untied his hair rope, and said softly: "Let me take a good look at it first." you."

There are many burning thoughts in this simple sentence, and Xiaochi suddenly felt sour when he remembered that they hadn't seen each other for so long since that incident.

His hair hung down on the side of his face. Zhuang Yan pulled his hair back and looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully. The green feeling has gradually faded over half a year, and the beauty standing in front of him has become like Like a clam pearl, it begins to bloom.

Zhuang Yan looked at him intently, "You have grown up a little, and you have grown a little taller."

"Not as tall as the young master." Xiaochi lowered his head gently, as if he was a little shy, and didn't dare to look at him again. His face was slightly flushed, and he looked extraordinarily moving in the spring breeze.

He heard Zhuang Yan smile softly, and then said, "I haven't seen you in half a year, I've grown taller, can you touch the flower stand on the wisteria stand?"

Hearing this, Xiaochi took a step back and stood on tiptoe to reach the flower stand, but he was still not tall enough, and there was still some distance behind him.He jumped up unwilling to admit defeat, but his finger was still a few inches away, and he still couldn't touch it.

It's just that when he tried to jump up and fall down again, Zhuang Yan grabbed his waist and raised him face to face with his whole body.

After Zhuang Yan took off the silver armor, his body was only covered with a white singlet. Under the thin singlet, his arms were full of strength, and he lifted a well-proportioned boy almost effortlessly.

He felt the heat from the flesh and blood of Zhuang Yan's arm under Zhuang Yan's thin clothes, and Xiaochi felt flustered for no reason. He lightly touched the delicate and beautiful wisteria flowers on the flower stand, and said softly, "... ... touched it."

Zhuang Yan put him down, Xiao Chi's heart was about to let go while hanging in the air, but at the moment when his toes were about to touch the ground, Zhuang Yan changed his mind for some reason.

He just called out in a low voice, "Xiaochi", with an ambiguous and deep voice.

They were facing each other, Zhuang Yan still didn't put him down, but just pinched his waist and slowly approached him.Their bodies were very close, Zhuang Yan's face moved forward, and they got closer, so close that they could see each other's outline and appearance in each other's pupils.

He finally felt the danger in Zhuang Yan's eyes.For no reason, he seemed to have a premonition that the possessive desire that Zhuang Yan was trying to restrain at this time was already on the verge of breaking out of the cage.

This is the treasure he holds in the palm of his hand, because he cherishes it too much, and has been reluctant to let him suffer, so he refrained from touching him.

But in the blink of an eye, Xiaochi was taken away.

Zhuang Yan thought, it's my fault, I didn't protect him well.

However, in the long see-saw when he was stationed and confronted Zhuanghou, as long as he remembered the appearance of Xiaochi at that time, he would feel pain in his heart and could not sleep at night.

Hatred breeds in the heart, erodes and corrupts.It also made him turn against his biological father, and there was no room for turning around.

Zhuanghou of Jiangbei was cruel and tyrannical, and the world's expressions changed when he heard about it.

The son of Zhuanghou, he is benevolent, righteous and pure.General Yinji, his virtuous name spreads all over the northern border.

Everyone is praising him, this is the name of benevolence that he has cultivated for many years.Even after he turned against his biological father, under the operation of his staff, the public's scolding of him for being unfilial could not arouse too much disturbance.

Even in the west, people regard him as the new hope of Jiangbei. After more than ten years, the legend of the good lady is still circulating among the people, and he is the continuation of the blood of the medical sage, the good lady, born with love and benevolence.

Only when he looked into his heart alone in the dark night did he realize that he had changed a long time ago.This was both unexpected and expected.

There is a saying in ancient sayings - kindness does not rule soldiers, benevolence does not rule power.

He is still the same Zhuang Yan with a good reputation. New forces in Jiangbei are rising, and people are beginning to call him "Xiao Zhuanghou".

...But no one knew that the blood belonging to another person in his body was awakening, and the power of the blood was so dangerous that, in addition to inheriting the extraordinary ability and fierce methods, he also inherited the cruelty buried deep in his blood.

He called out "Xiaochi" again, his voice gradually getting hoarse.

In fact, what Zhuang Yan is trying to restrain is not just possessiveness, not just love and infatuation, but... the desire to destroy in the bottom of his heart, which is about to break out of the prison.

... The person in front of him is about to become his closest person, and sooner or later he will discover everything about him, whether it is good or hypocritical.

He doesn't have to hide anymore.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaochi." Zhuang Yan leaned closer and closer, almost touching each other, the distance was close, but his expression was so dangerous.

Such a cramped space makes people feel uneasy, and the weight on the hand is oppressive, as if some storm is brewing.

"Will the wrist hurt?" Zhuang Yan's voice was almost gentle, and he touched Xiaochi's wrist, which was tightened and bearing the weight of his whole body, but his words conveyed a completely different meaning, "Then play your role." imagination..."

The boy was suspended in the air, even if he tried to raise his toes, he couldn't touch the ground.He became more and more flustered, but he could only lower his eyelashes and look at Zhuang Yan's shadow on the ground...

He was like a long-awaited gift, after so many days and nights of careful care, it was finally unsealed by the owner.

…………

What Zhuang Yan was saying, he could not hear at all.

He heard the oriole chirping happily, the warm wind in early summer carried the fragrance of flowers, and the wisteria flowers fell around them and clung to their bodies.

He still remembered that Zhuang Yan lowered his head and ate all the flowers that fell on him.

For a while, the scent of wisteria blossoms is like sweet wine, which makes people dazzled.

The sunlight penetrated through the gaps of the flower racks, casting warm broken shadows on the ground, and the fragrance of the flowers overflowed wildly, finally boiling out the emotions that were deeply suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

When Chi Wang opened his eyes, it took him a long time to discern whether it was Xi He Xi.

It turned out that he had fallen asleep under the wisteria trellis.

It's just that he was leaning against the railing to read a book before, but at some point he fell into a deep sleep in the warm spring breeze, and accidentally rolled to the ground, which failed to wake him who was always alert.

He shook his head and got up, but at that moment his brows were covered with frost, and all his movements stopped.

Painful, sour, his body seemed to be run over by gravity.

He is not an innocent person, the dull pain coming from the unspeakable part of his body almost made him understand what happened immediately.

……

In the 700 years, Chi Wang has never been so panic-stricken as he is now-how could he not be aware of what just happened! ?

Why is everything in front of him very similar to the dream he just had? How could it be all just a coincidence?

Looking around, the surroundings are quiet, there is no sign of anyone coming, and there is no sound.

But at some point, sporadic clusters of flower buds on the wisteria trellis have quietly bloomed, and the faint fragrance of flowers is looming in the air, symbolizing the arrival of spring.

Chi Wan's heart kept sinking.

who is it?Who has the ability to make him lose consciousness?To bully him so unbearably?

……

At this time, he heard footsteps from the other side of the flower stand.

Turning the corner was Fang Liu rushing in.The young man's mind sprouted. He failed to ask Brother Xiaochi out a month ago, and he had not been able to meet Chiwan after leaving Wisteria Village for so long. The days are spent in worrying and thinking.

He looked at the person he was thinking of at a glance. The appearance standing under the wisteria trellis was as beautiful as a painting. Before the young man had time to show his bright smile, he just showed his figure when Chi Wan flashed like a ghost Reaching in front of him, he grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Chi Wang carried the power of thunder, as if the next moment he was going to tear the skin out of his room, his voice was a little hoarse, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of winter frost.

He stared at Fang Liu's expression, and asked word by word: "Just now...it was you!?"