The master doesn't want the monk to say

"Little master, here I come!" Xiaojing's cheerful voice sounded outside the house.

Chi Ruo struggled to sit up when he heard the sound, Xiao Jing pushed open the door, and when he heard the movement in the inner room, he was startled, and ran in, and saw Chi Ruo being pressed under him, seeing him coming in, Chi Ruo shouted as if he had been pardoned He said, "Master Xiaojing, come and help the poor monk!"

When the freshman was pulled away by the angry Xiaojing, he was still laughing non-stop, thinking that some monks in disheveled clothes were very funny at the moment.

"This is the little master, my lord, please see clearly!" Xiaojing desperately pulled on the freshman.

Chi Ruo adjusted his clothes casually, feeling a little helpless, "The almsgiver should look at him a little bit, I'm going to ask someone to come and help me."

"Stupid monk, is it lonely to be alone during Chinese New Year?" As soon as he walked to the door, a teasing voice sounded suddenly, and as soon as he finished speaking, Hua Ziyao walked in Shi Shiran.

Chi Ruo went up to meet him, "The benefactor came just in time."

Hua Ziyao squinted her eyes and nodded, "I think so too."

After finishing speaking, he saw the freshman coming out from the back room, followed by Xiao Jing who held him tightly but did not play any role.

"what happened?"

Chi Ruo replied: "It's New Year's Eve, probably because the freshman benefactor missed his old friend too much, got drunk and found the wrong way."

Xiaojing turned his eyes and saw Hua Ziyao standing in the courtyard with an unclear expression, his heart suddenly turned cold, and he rushed to the front of the freshman, staring at Hua Ziyao.

"How decent is it?!" Hua Ziyao said coldly from between his teeth.

Xiao Jing knelt down, "Pavilion Master, Mr. Miss! He wants to!"

Hua Ziyao said no more, Da Qi appeared from the darkness, knocked out Da Yi, who was still about to make a fuss, and took him away on his shoulders.

Xiaojing stumbled and wanted to follow, but halfway there, he fell back and knelt in front of Hua Ziyao, wanting to beg for mercy, "Pavilion Master, my lord, he is drunk, he misses Mr. so much, he misses him!"

Seeing Hua Ziyao staring at him coldly without saying a word, Xiao Jing turned his head to Chi Ruo and said, "Little Master, you must know that you have great compassion, so please talk!"

Chi Ruo was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Freshman benefactor..."

Hua Ziyao raised her hand, "The Old Man's Pavilion has its own rules."

Chi Ruo looked at Xiao Jing, Hua Ziyao said: "You go down first, crying and crying just annoy people."

Xiao Jing didn't dare to say more, took a look at Chi Ruo, and hurriedly retreated.

Chi Ruo lowered his eyes, "It can be seen from this that the old man's pavilion is strict."

Hua Ziyao walked into the house, "Strictness has its own strict principles, and the rules are listed for people to obey, otherwise the family will not be a family, and the country will not be a country."

Chi Ruo paused, "It's quite unreasonable."

Hua Ziyao was stunned, and turned around, "That Xiaojing is extremely cowardly, this deity just asked people to take him down to have a good rest, so why does he think?"

Chiruo said: "The accumulation of prestige is deep."

The corner of Hua Ziyao's mouth curled slightly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Chi Ruo thought for a while, "There is no real meaning without good words."

Hua Ziyao raised her eyebrows slightly, "How do you, a monk, know how to play tricks?"

If you don't answer.

"But after all, it's a child's language," Hua Ziyao patted him, "the degree of accumulating prestige still lies in the way of the door, you should understand it carefully!"

Chi Ruo originally wanted to talk about how he realized the theory of power-chasing once he became a monk, but after thinking about it, he finally didn't open his mouth.

Suddenly there was a burst of fireworks, and Hua Ziyao took Chi Ruo to the short corridor outside the house.

The gorgeous fireworks seemed to brighten the sky, and reflected on people's faces, casting light of changing colors.

This is Chiruo's first time seeing fireworks.

In the gap between the voices, he heard Hua Ziyao's voice was distant and unreal, "I want to come out of the old friend's pavilion with you, how about it?"

It wasn't until the fireworks gradually stopped that he came back to his senses.

Looking at Hua Ziyao, said softly: "I am very happy."

Hua Ziyao watched him for a long time, until the second round of fireworks was launched into the sky again, this time the fireworks were bigger and more splendid than the last one.

Chi Ruo's eyes flickered brightly, reflecting some fireworks, Hua Ziyao leaned forward and gently kissed the light in the peach blossom.

Chi Ruo's heart trembled, and suddenly felt a slow and long rhythm.

When Hua Ziyao was pushed away, she was actually very dissatisfied.

But when she saw Chi Ruo's face turned pale, she was stunned again, her fingertips lightly touched the point between the eyebrows, and the fingertips were warm, Hua Ziyao felt her heart agitated, her ears were like the ringing of a Buddhist temple bell, the sound was deafening, Entering the heart, it is like the sound of the Sanskrit in the West Heaven singing, shocking people's hearts.

Buddha heart?

Chi Ruo shrank back, his eyes were still full of water, his expression was different from the pain in the past, he closed his eyes, "Benefactor!"

Before Hua Ziyao could answer, Chi Ruo turned around and walked towards the house, his body was unstable, Hua Ziyao stepped forward to support him, Chi Ruo turned his head, his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

Hua Ziyao was taken aback, "Buddha heart?"

Chi Ruo was in unbearable pain, his whole body seemed to be scorched by a raging fire, and he felt pain in his forehead.

Hua Ziyao's eyes froze, and she picked up Chi Ruoheng and went back to the inner room. The smell of alcohol brought by her freshman year on the bed had not completely dissipated, Hua Ziyao couldn't care about the unhappiness in her heart, so she found a mirror and handed it to Chi Ruo.

"Buddha heart!"

Chi Ruo opened his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw himself in the mirror frowning because of the pain, and the red point between the brows faintly floated out.

Chi Ruo's eyes were instantly clear, and he looked at Hua Ziyao, "Benefactor, if the benefactor wants to get the Buddha's heart at this moment..."

"This deity will never take advantage of others' danger," Hua Ziyao interrupted him, "What's more, once the Buddha's heart comes out, will you be punished by heaven?"

Chi Ruo smiled weakly and said, "The benefactor actually cares about this?"

"This deity doesn't care," Hua Ziyao said, "It's just because of the divine punishment on this deity, there is nothing wrong with it."

"You are a monk, you have been condemned by heaven for no reason, aren't you wronged?" Hua Ziyao covered his eyes with her hand, "Don't worry, this deity will never be lenient when you want to use it."

Chi Ruo's eyes were covered by Hua Ziyao's cool hand, and there was darkness, but the slightly cool temperature made him inexplicably at ease.

"You should have a good rest!" Hua Ziyao stood up, "Let's talk tomorrow."

Chiruo opened his eyes, looking at the bright red figure in the halo of yellow light, the red was dyed into an inconspicuous orange by the halo, looking as warm as a flame.

He nodded, "The benefactor said he would leave with the monk."

Hua Ziyao said warmly: "Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Hua Ziyao turned and left, walked to the bamboo forest outside the house, only to feel that the shock in her heart slowed down a little, the power of the Buddha's heart cannot be underestimated.

There is no wind in winter, and the fun in the front hall is still going on, and the New Year's Eve will continue until late at night and dawn.

Inside the room, Chiruo raised his hand and lightly touched the point between his eyebrows, the Buddha's heart was still shaking, and the Sanskrit sounds kept echoing in his head, as if whipping his body, he was a little dazed, but he couldn't move.

……

After a long time, there was a sigh in the room.

"Hua Ziyao"

The author has something to say: big change!This number makes my heart ache!But somehow it came back. .