ten steps one kill

, A stench can be smelled from a distance, and even the miscellaneous fish in the fish basket are more decent than them.

One of the guards was the first to cover his nose, looked at the source of the stench, and couldn't help being startled: "Where did this come from a desperado, not to ask for his life?"

Another guard snorted: "They are bare-handed, you have knives and swords, you are afraid of what they will do." Then he raised his voice and shouted impatiently: "Where is the dead ghost, don't lay dead at the door, it's strange!" Unlucky."

Yuan Bao couldn't help shrinking when he heard the man's vicious words.Fang Wuxiang acted as if he hadn't heard it, he stepped forward and said, "Wait a minute, I have a token for Hall Master Song."

"What token?" The guard held his nose, picked it up impatiently, and was stunned for a moment, "Is this from Miss Du Juan?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded.

The man looked suspiciously at the down-and-out young man from head to toe, and asked, "Why are her things in your hands?"

Fang Wuxiang said: "By chance, I rescued her once, and now my friend is desperate, I hope Hall Master Song can also help and do good deeds."

What he said was too straightforward, without concealment or excuses, which stunned the guards.

These two guards had been guarding the gate of Dongfeng Hall for more than ten years, and they had seen all kinds of sects of all kinds use all kinds of excuses to pry at the bronze door behind them, but they were the first to directly bump into it like this.

Although they had never been out, they also heard about the evil things that happened on Yingzhou Island, and they felt even more strange. One of them leaned into the other's ear and whispered: "I think we should report it, in case this person Tell the truth..."

The other one shook his head and said: "No, no, the master is always busy. If we bother him because of a fool and waste his time, he will definitely blame him..."

Fang Wuxiang listened to the voices of the two whispering, he really didn't know how to intervene, and he didn't dare to urge him, so he could only stand there and wait, feeling more and more anxious.

At this time, Yuan Bao leaned on his back, raised his head and said, "Hey, you two won't be blind to see if this keepsake is true or not?"

Yuan Bao blew another cold wind, his body was already extremely weak, and he only relied on one breath to forcibly hold back the prestige in his words. Fang Wuxiang was worried about his injury, and was about to stop him, but he stretched out a hand to cover his mouth .

After hearing his words, the guard's expression darkened immediately, and he said, "Nonsense, of course we can see that it's true."

Yuan Bao went on to say: "Since you can see it, you should know the weight of this token. Miss Du Juan entrusted the token to us because of a life-and-death relationship with my elder brother. Now that elder brother wants to see your hall master, you should go and report it obediently. If you don't understand, you will ruin the big thing."

The two guards were intimidated by him, and they both showed hesitation, as if they were wondering whether his words were true or false.After Yuan Bao finished speaking, a moment of fear surged in his heart, he secretly tightened his arms, and pressed his chest firmly against Fang Wuxiang's back.

Somehow, from the body temperature of the other party, he seemed to be able to draw new strength.

He raised his voice and said: "Hmph, if your hall master blames you, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The guards were small characters after all, unable to withstand his threats, they all showed timidity, but their faces were still gloomy, and said: "To tell you the truth, the hall master is not here at the moment, and we can't be the master."

Fang Wuxiang's mouth was finally released, he was stunned for a moment, and replied: "It's okay, we can wait."

As soon as the words fell, the bronze door creaked and opened slowly, and a gentle voice came out from the door: "How can you let the distinguished guests wait, the hall master is not here, let me entertain you."

The two guards looked shocked, turned around in a hurry, bowed their heads and saluted: "Your Highness, why are you here in person?"

The person who came was Nan Gongyou, the son of Prince Pingnan.

After Nangongyou and Duan Changya separated, they first returned to Tianjimen to report to their orders, and then left for Zhujianzhuang and Dongfengtang to report the news down the mountain to the masters of the two families.He has the status of the son of the dynasty, and has become the primary candidate to communicate with the three famous families.Finally, when he arrived at the Dongfeng Hall, it was already late and the rain was not abating, so he accepted Song Yungui's kindness and stayed in the hall to spend the night.

Dongfengtang was founded by Song Yungui alone, and it has only flourished in the Jianghu for more than ten years. Compared with Duan's Tianjimen and Yan's Zhujianzhuang, it does not have a deep family background, nor does it have a huge family line. Even Song Yungui himself has never had a wife. Although Nan Gongyou and him were neither close nor old, they had been friends for more than ten years. They were not relatives, but better than relatives. The Dongfeng Hall also treated this son with courtesy.

Right now, since the son went out to greet him in person, the guards naturally did not dare to disobey, and they all avoided to make way for him.

However, the attendant behind him stopped him and said, "Your Highness, you must not go out!"

The attendant was a little girl, and her tone was anxious, but Nangongyou moved a step faster, her front foot had already stepped over the threshold, she raised her head, just in time to meet Fang Wuxiang who was covered in blood, her face turned pale and her body tilted , Holding his hand on the door frame, he managed not to fall down.

Fang Wuxiang saw the frail son suddenly frightened, and didn't know what happened, so he could only say: "Sorry, we offended."

With the help of his attendants, Nangongyou finally got a firm footing, turned to Fang Wuxiang again, and said, "I'm sorry, I saw a fierce scene when I was young, and since then I've got this problem, I feel scared when I see blood , let the little brother laugh."

Fang Wuxiang hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Where is it?"

Yuan Bao saw that the two guards admitted their cowardice, the stone in his heart fell to the ground, his head sank, and he fell heavily on Fang Wuxiang's shoulder.

Nangong You saw it, and looked at Yuan Bao's appearance intently, with a surprised expression on his face: "Is your friend sick?"

"Yes," Fang Wuxiang nodded hurriedly, "My friend is in urgent need of medical treatment, so I have no choice but to bother him." After saying that, he handed the jade pendant to the maidservant.

Nangongyou glanced at the jade pendant, frowned slightly, then quickly shifted his gaze back to Fang Wuxiang, and asked, "A girl named Du Juan gave it to you?"

"Exactly." Fang Wuxiang nodded.

"Is Miss Dujuan pregnant?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded again.

"Where is she now?"

"I have already left the island in a rope boat."

"Rope boat?" Nangongyou raised his eyebrows, "So you still know how to leave the island?"

Fang Wuxiang was stunned, only to realize that besides Shizi, the attendants and guards were also staring at him with wide eyes, what he said just now was like a stone thrown into the lake, immediately stirring up thousands of waves.He immediately felt a burst of regret, regretting that he shouldn't have told about Shengzhou.

However, Yuan Bao had already passed out, and no one came to rescue him. He knew that he had made a mistake, so he could only hurriedly explain: "The rope boat was originally used by the boatman at Quebeiwu, and it was hidden in the cave at the bottom of Qingguangya. I got it by accident." I know, I borrowed it in a hurry."

Nangong You had a playful look on his face, and said, "With such a big storm, is there really a boat that can cross the ocean?"

Fang Wuxiang replied: "The boat is equipped with a special rope hook, which can hook the rocks at the bottom of the water. Although the wind and waves in the strait are strong, the water level is not too deep. Maybe it can come in handy."

"So you gave it to Miss Dujuan?"

"Yes, I hope she is safe."

Nangongyou pondered for a while, nodded and said: "So that's the case. I knew that Mr. Song has a lot of friends and love affairs all over the world. I believe what you said is not a lie."

Fang Wuxiang was relieved, and asked impatiently: "Then can you lend us a place to live, preferably with a pot of hot water, my friend really can't wait any longer."

"That's natural," Nangong You bowed his hands, then turned to the attendants beside him, and ordered: "First arrange a guest room for the two of you, prepare hot water for washing, wound medicine, and waiters, by the way, go Warm up some tea and wine."

Fang Wuxiang waved his hands and said, "There is no need to trouble yourself, an empty room is enough."

However, the attendant had already grabbed his arm and said loudly, "Come with me."

Fang Wuxiang got a shelter, a quite spacious yard.

He used to live in the monastery, in such a big room, at least a dozen or so monks could be squeezed into it. The indoor space was separated by bamboo curtains, and a wooden bed was placed. He snored one after another, and fell asleep with his head tilted.Now that the world is in decline, the life of the monks is also very tight. Even the abbot lives in a simple and poor way like them, so he never thought of complaining.

However, the extravagant courtyard in front of him was only prepared for the two of them.

This courtyard is called "Green Bamboo". There is indeed a row of green bamboo planted beside the wall at the bottom of the courtyard. After being wetted by a night of rain, the bamboo leaves fell all over the ground, but the bamboo poles are still standing proudly, indomitable. The sweet and fragrant smell continues to make people feel peaceful.

Against the backdrop of the bamboo fragrance, the smell on the two of them became even more pungent.

The dormitory was also clean and tidy, and it was incompatible with his blood stains. If it was normal, Fang Wuxiang would feel ashamed and dare not approach him, but Yuan Bao still had injuries all over his body that needed urgent treatment. The heat made him completely disregard etiquette, striding into the room.

A corner of the room was bursting with steam, and the bucket for bathing was already filled with hot water. There was a screen outside the bucket, and a row of young men were waiting beside the screen. They looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and they were apprentices of Dongfeng Hall. , Seeing Fang Wuxiang enter the door, they all greeted him: "We are ordered by His Royal Highness to serve you two."

Fang Wuxiang put Yuanbao down from behind, carefully placed it on the seat, then turned around and waved his hands: "Don't bother, we can take care of ourselves."

"Your Highness has orders, Brother Fang, you don't have to be polite with us, just send us."

"No need," Fang Wuxiang still shook his head, "My friend is in some inconvenience, anyway, I'll just take care of him."

The group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, and while they were worrying, a clear voice came from the door: "Since Brother Fang has spoken, you should go back first, remember to go ahead and bring some tea and wine, and add a plate of desserts, both sweet and salty." Half, but not meaty."

"Don't want to be meaty?"

"I really have no eyesight, didn't you see that this brother was born in Buddhism?"

It was the attendant beside Nangong Yu who spoke just now.

The girl's name is Mu Xue. She is young and petite, but her eyes are agile, and her gestures are intelligent. She is wearing a clean water-blue coat, and her steps are as light as melting snow on a mountain. After being embarrassed, I was too embarrassed to approach, so I could only stand a few steps away, cupped my hands and thanked: "Thank you for your trouble."

Mu Xue waved her hand and said: "You don't need to thank me, I'm also under orders, you don't need to take care of me, we are happy and relaxed, go back to sleep for a while. Seeing that it is dawn, you should also have a good rest, I will come to deliver meals tomorrow morning. "

"No need." Fang Wuxiang waved his hand again, "After I have settled down with friends, I still want to go out to chase the murderer."

Mu Xue sized him up, raised her eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to kill yourself? I think you were hurt more than your friend. The person who stabbed you probably had a lot of internal strength, leaving such a deep wound, really Scary."

She sighed while sticking out her tongue, of course she didn't know that Fang Wuxiang stabbed the wound himself.

Fang Wuxiang showed a wry smile, and said: "My injuries don't matter, those two murderers only bully women and children, their methods are cruel, they must be subdued as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, Mu Xue frowned, smiled, and said: "Don't worry, our Highness will come forward for such a big matter, and it's not your turn to worry. The clues you brought are of great benefit, His Highness has already sent additional patrol officers Moreover, the women and children on the island have been sent to the Yan Family's Jianjian Village for protection, and they will not be robbed by those two again."

Fang Wuxiang showed joy: "That's good."

Mu Xue smiled and said: "So you guys rest first, and make plans tomorrow." After finishing speaking, she threw him a small sandalwood box, "It contains good things, His Highness kindly gave it to you, and you take it."

"This is?"

"The elixir from southern Xinjiang can expel poison and suppress gu, and can cure all kinds of diseases. Give it to your friend to ensure that he will be alive and kicking tomorrow."

The green bamboo courtyard returned to silence, the door was closed tightly, and there were only two people left in the room.

Yuan Bao sat on the wooden chair next to the screen, bowed his waist, lowered his head, and breathed deeply and roughly. When he heard Fang Wuxiang's approaching footsteps, he raised his eyelids slightly. Under the steaming heat, his eyes were a little blurred, like Is hovering between half-dream and half-awake.

Fang Wuxiang knelt down in front of him, met his gaze, and couldn't help feeling stunned for a moment, as if he had returned to the situation in the ruined temple the night before.

However, the state of mind at this moment is different from that at that time, and there are many unclear and unexplainable anxiety for no reason.

Fang Wuxiang cleared his thirsty throat, and said in a low voice: "I have pushed the others away, and now I am the only one here. I have to take off your clothes for you to clean the wound." After a pause, he added, "Or I'd better close my eyes."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Bao grabbed his arm, shook his head slowly, and said, "It's okay, Brother Fang gave me my life, so I can't show you anything else."

Fang Wuxiang's heart trembled again, he nodded in response, his hands were hanging in the air, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

Yuan Bao seemed to have sensed the other party's hesitation, and said, "I'll do it myself this time." As he spoke, he slowly raised his arms, untied the belt around his waist, pulled open the front of his clothes, and slipped them behind his arms, The top shirt was completely removed, revealing a thin and scarred body.

His body is also different from others, with a neck and wrists as thin as a woman's, and a chest so shrunken that ribs can be seen.

His movements were slow, his teeth were biting his lips unconsciously, his cheeks were already reddened by the heat, his eyes wandered around, avoiding the sight that was just a few feet away.

Asking him to take off his clothes and expose his ugly body in front of Fang Wuxiang's eyes, as if he wanted to peel off a layer of his skin to reveal dripping blood.

But the movement of his hands didn't stop. After taking off his shirt, he kicked off his shoes, and then pulled off his obscene pants.

Fang Wuxiang watched quietly, as if he was nailed to the spot by an invisible force, he neither turned around to leave, nor expressed any comments, just squatted in place, waiting for Yuan Bao to take off himself.

Yuan Bao tried to stand up, but with his palms resting on the back of the chair, he couldn't exert any strength. He just trembled uncontrollably, shaking with his toes, like an earthworm covered in mud, writhing and struggling in a puddle , embarrassed.

Fang Wuxiang pressed his shoulder and said, "Don't move around."

His chest heaved and he wanted to say something, but Fang Wuxiang had put one arm behind his neck and the other around his legs, lifted him up and hugged him into the basin.

The water was filled with herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, which burned the wound, and Yuan Bao couldn't help whimpering in a low voice.

The room was too quiet, even though the sobs had been suppressed to the slightest, they still entered Fang Wuxiang's ears unreservedly.

Fang Wuxiang immediately tightened his face, and said, "Why, does it hurt?" As he spoke, he subconsciously passed his arm to the other party's eyes.

Yuan Bao opened his eyes in the dense mist, just in time to see the two rows of deep teeth marks on the opponent's arm, which were bitten out by himself, he shook his head vigorously, then turned his face, and pressed his cheek against it.

Fang Wuxiang couldn't help being startled, the sudden skin contact, the clear touch engulfed in steaming water vapor across the skin, like a thousand worm's feet stirring the tip of his heart.

Yuan Bao only stayed for a moment, then suddenly woke up, stepped back, curled up his legs, huddled into a ball in the bucket, then carefully picked up the water, washed the wound on his body, and urged Fang Wuxiang: "Don't worry about me Now, go wash your wounds."

Only then did Fang Wuxiang nod, stood up, took off his ruined green shirt, then tore off half of the sleeve from the blood scab on the wound, and finally got into another wooden barrel.

After washing with hot water soaked in herbs, Fang Wuxiang seemed to be reborn, and he got rid of his fatigue.

The prince's arrangement was very appropriate, and beside the wooden barrel, there were also ground wound medicines and cotton belts for wrapping the wound.Fang Wuxiang has lived in the temple all year round, not only to take care of himself, but also to treat nearby people from time to time, so he has rich experience in dealing with trauma.He used these tools to bind his shoulders, and even the pain disappeared along with it, which was so weak that it could be ignored.

He has always been open-minded, and once the injury improves, he can't wait to get out of the water.Put on the clean clothes you have on hand.Even the clothes fit very well, and they were also blue, but darker than my own, like bamboo poles that had been beaten by rain.

He simply tied his hair behind his back, and came to Yuan Bao's bucket to check the latter's condition.

Yuan Bao's whole body was reddened by the hot water, and he shrank into a ball in the bucket, as if he had just boiled dried shrimp.His wound was fine, but his expression was still groggy, Fang Wuxiang leaned over to touch his forehead, startled by the scalding temperature.Apparently, he was still running a fever.

Fang Wuxiang remembered the elixir given by Mu Xue, quickly got up and crossed the screen, went to the table to fetch the medicine box, brought half a pot of warm wine by the way, returned to Yuan Bao, and said softly: "Come on, take this. "

Yuan Bao opened his eyes slightly, without asking, just opened his mouth obediently, allowing Fang Wuxiang to carefully put the elixir on his tongue.

The bitter taste of the elixir made him frown, but the flagon was immediately brought to his mouth.

Fang Wuxiang's hand holding the jug was a little stiff. He had never touched meat, let alone wine. When he raised his wrist to pour it, a pungent smell of wine diffused, steamed by the heat of the water, and drifted into the wine. Inside his nose, he felt a twinge of tension.He shouldn't have broken the precepts, but for Yuanbao, he has broken the precepts countless times, this time is really not bad.

The wine is a very high-quality wine, rolling over Yuan Bao's throat, leaving a pungent burning sensation, and the bitter elixir is just sent into the stomach.

Fang Wuxiang stared nervously at Yuan Bao's face.

Yuan Bao closed his eyes halfway, took a few deep breaths, then raised his head and said, "Brother Fang, I feel so hot, what was that just now..."

Fang Wuxiang said: "It's the secret medicine of southern border given by the son, and it's the first time I've seen it." Speaking of this, his heart tightened, and he felt a pang of regret at once——in the future, he handed over the unknown thing to the high fever. It is really negligent to swallow it.

He immediately leaned forward, took Yuan Bao's wet hand out of the water, and hurriedly searched for his pulse.

Yuan Bao's pulse was pounding, much faster than ordinary people, presumably it was due to the effect of the blood-activating medicine, but other than that, there was no abnormality in his pulse, Fang Wuxiang gradually felt relieved, just He felt that the elixir was harmless, but that it was powerful, like a torrent of water, washing away in Yuan Bao's body, trying to wash away the accumulated disease.

But Yuan Bao's expression was painful, as if he couldn't get the water out at all.Fang Wuxiang immediately understood that it was because he had never learned martial arts, did not know how to drive internal strength, and the meridian flow was disorderly, which made it impossible for the medicine to exert its effect.

Thinking of this, Fang Wuxiang supported Yuan Bao's shoulders to make him sit up straight, and then whispered in his ear: "Next, I will urge the meridian for you, you put my palm against my palm, exert a little force, but don't panic."

Yuan Bao nodded, and followed the other party's instructions, without hesitation from the beginning to the end, whatever Fang Wuxiang asked him to do, he did, completely trusting the other party's arrangements.

Fang Wuxiang closed his eyes and focused his attention, adjusted his breath with luck, and transported his inner strength into the opponent's body along the palms that were in contact.After about a cup of tea, a layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and Yuan Bao's eyes gradually opened, and he said in a vague voice, "Hey, I really feel better..."

Fang Wuxiang opened his eyes, and asked impatiently, "What does it feel like?"

Yuan Bao bit his lip and thought for a while, then said: "It's hot, but it's not uncomfortable anymore, it seems like the pain all over my body has been evaporated, it's strange... Even when I just came out of the prison, I was forced to take the elixir The depression after that is gradually disappearing..."

Fang Wuxiang's eyes lit up: "This Southern Border Secret Pill can cure diseases and detoxify, maybe it can really get rid of the poison on your body."

"Really...?" Yuan Bao showed an unbelievable expression.

"Didn't you never learn martial arts? The kind of poison you mentioned works by filling up your internal energy, and it probably has been planted shallow in your body. I'm not sure yet. After we leave, I will immediately find a doctor to help you." Take a look."

Fang Wuxiang spoke faster and faster, and his eyes shone with joy. He never concealed his thoughts since he was a child, and wrote every thought and thought on his face. According to the presiding abbot, when he was still a child, he was not yet mature. When he can speak, he can tell at a glance whether he is full or cold.

At this moment, he was as happy as a real child.

Even Yuan Bao was infected by his emotions, unconsciously loosened his stiff legs and feet, stretched his body in the water, blinked, and asked, "Really? Can I really live?"

Fang Wuxiang leaned over suddenly, crossed the water, and hugged him into his arms.

The sudden movement overturned the chair behind it, and the back of the chair hit the slippery ground with a loud sound.

Yuan Bao froze in Fang Wuxiang's arms, and only after a while did he slightly move his shoulders.Fang Wuxiang retreated as if waking up from a dream, with a nervous look on his face.

Yuan Bao also lowered his head, and said, "Sorry, I got your clothes wet again..."

"It's okay." Fang Wuxiang shook his head immediately, as if to cover up his guilty conscience, he stretched out his hand again and carefully grabbed the other's arm, "Let me help you out."

The two straightened their clothes, went back to the room, and each drank some tea and wine, Yuan Bao even picked up a snack.Seeing this, Fang Wuxiang urged him: "Eat more, it will be hard to be hungry all night."

Yuan Baojiang was stuffed into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, his cheeks were smaller than ordinary people, he was chewing hard like a squirrel that just had a winter.

Fang Wuxiang looked at him without saying a word, his brows and eyes gradually relaxed, and his tense expression gradually eased.

Yuan Bao swallowed a piece of snack, and asked in a vague voice, "Aren't you hungry?"

Fang Wuxiang was startled, and said: "I see you are eating so happily that you forget to be hungry."

Yuan Bao opened his eyes wide at first, then immediately looked away, turned his head away, his eye sockets were unbearably hot again, a stream of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, ran down his thin cheeks, and fell on his shriveled collarbone.

Fang Wuxiang asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Yuan Bao just shook his head, "I'm really worthless... I was looked down upon since I was a child, and no one has ever looked at me. I only have two wishes. The first is that someone hold an umbrella for me while I'm alive , this has been realized, and there is another one that is wrapped in a straw mat when you die, I... I..."

Fang Wuxiang got up and sat down next to him, stroking his back: "Don't be afraid, you are still far away from death."

Yuan Bao choked with sobs and nodded, as if he had checked out the chatterbox, and said in a broken voice: "... an eunuch is born inferior to a woman, only you can think highly of me, and regret it after a few days after picking up my wife, she often She said that if she picked up a baby girl, she could at least make money for her. She was afraid that I would ruin her business, so she cut me off. Even if those women were her slaves, at least they were human beings, and I was raised by her A dog, even a dog is worse than..."

Fang Wuxiang took a deep breath, trying to comfort him, but he shook his head, and continued, "Brother Fang, listen to me... Actually, I have also made money, and some customers like to have sex with men, but The young man was too expensive, so they came to me. They were all descendants of aristocratic families, and they had all learned kung fu. There were many more ways to bully me than to bully women. I originally let them go, but one time, one of them was tied Me, beat me with a whip, and burned my body with candles... I was tortured to death by him, and finally... when he stuffed my life stick into my mouth, I bit it off. He raised the knife to come Kill me, I... I just jumped up and pressed his head into the tub, the water was very hot that day, I don't know where to use so much strength... Then he drowned, I was thrown into it Heavenly Prison, the head was supposed to be beheaded..."

Yuan Bao's voice became smaller and smaller, and when he finally spoke, Fang Wuxiang replied: "I understand."

Yuan Bao suddenly raised his head, stared at the person opposite, and said word by word: "I have killed people, and my hands are not clean."

Fang Wuxiang frowned subconsciously, and said: "I understand, you are here to survive, that's different..."

"Then will your Buddha forgive me?"

"...I will forgive you."

When Fang Wuxiang said this, he clenched his fists tightly with his ten fingers, and sometimes cast his concerned eyes on the people who were not far away, and sometimes pursed his lips, showing an expression of extreme pain.

He forgave Yuan Bao's sin, and he also bore the same sin.

Yuan Bao stared blankly at Fang Wuxiang, and suddenly understood why this man had to tidy up the dead man's room, why he had inserted a sharp knife into his shoulder, he realized in his ignorance that this man might not be as strong as he seemed.And I, it happened to be myself, dragged this person into the deep mud, trampled over his Buddha body, knew it was wrong, but still entangled him, unwilling to let go of this glimmer of hope.

Yuan Bao didn't dare to look directly at the other party's expression, and changed his words in a panic: "These words are too unlucky, let's talk about something else, when we leave Yingzhou Island, your travels should be enough, you can also go back to Shall we go to the temple?"

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment: "I haven't had time to think about it yet, but it should be enough."

"That would be great," Yuan Bao felt relieved, "Which monastery are you in? Tell me your name, maybe I can visit you in the future."

Fang Wuxiang replied: "Taihang Mountain, Lantian Temple."

Yuan Bao looked shocked: "Lantian Temple? Isn't it the temple that was burned down a few days ago?"

Fang Wuxiang was shocked: "What did you say?!"

Fang Wuxiang stood up suddenly, and a gust of wind blew up, causing Yuan Bao to shiver involuntarily.

Yuan Bao was silent, but Fang Wuxiang asked: "What happened to the burning?"

Yuan Bao wanted to make up a lie, but looking into the other party's dark eyes, he couldn't tell a lie, so he could only answer truthfully: "Because I sheltered a traitor and offended the court, I was ordered to close the temple by an imperial decree. The monks went their separate ways, those who returned to the vulgar went back to the vulgar, and those who did not return to the vulgar sect, only a few old abbots refused to leave, so they stayed in the temple and lit a fire..."

Fang Wuxiang's facial features were distorted by shock, Yuan Bao had never seen him so flustered, he was silent for a moment, and then asked: "I...why didn't I know about this?"

Yuan Bao asked back, "When did you go out to travel?"

"A half month ago."

"...That happened to be the time when the emperor announced the decree."

Fang Wuxiang took half a step back, raised one hand to rest on his forehead, his five fingers trembling uncontrollably.

He finally understood why the presiding abbot suddenly asked himself to go on a trip.

He finally recalled what he heard at the half-closed door the night before his departure.

"...As long as there is a Buddha in our hearts, we don't practice anywhere, so why should we keep him by our side. 』

Seeing Fang Wuxiang's lost soul, Yuan Bao also panicked, saying: "Actually, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I heard it from the customers in the store, maybe it's fake, maybe they're scaremongering... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring this up..."

Fang Wuxiang took a deep breath and didn't answer, even if he was as dull as him, he understood that Yuan Bao only said that to comfort him.

It turns out that people really will deliberately forget some memories because they dare not face them.

It turned out that he had been living in a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally raised his head, looked into the distance, and murmured: "It turns out that the presiding abbot is no longer here, and the Lantian Temple is no longer here..."

His home was destroyed, his teacher died for his faith, but he was kept in the dark, and he didn't even have the chance to bear his fate.

If he could stay in the temple, if he could die in the fire, it would be a blessing for him.However, now he has completely become a man with nowhere to return to.

At some point, Yuan Bao had come to him, cast his concerned eyes on him, and asked, "Do you have no other family members?"

He shook his head and said: "When I was born, my mother had dystocia, and my father was in a hurry to find a doctor, so he fell off the cliff and died. I killed my parents when I was born. The fate is not good, and no one in the village is willing to accept it. I, thanks to the host abbot taking me in, I can survive..."

As Fang Wuxiang spoke, he clenched his fists unconsciously, pursed his lips heavily, and frowned tightly, his expression full of pain and guilt.Yuan Bao stared at him, feeling that his appearance was very strange, as if he was someone he had never met.

In his ignorance, Yuan Bao vaguely outlined this person's life, how he knelt in the empty door alone, turned his back to the lonely mountain and lake, and accompanied the boring scriptures in the age when other children were playing freely. , to spend another cool day and night.

It turned out that he was born with sin, never enjoyed freedom, and was destined to live for redemption.

Yuan Bao's knowledge is too shallow to contemplate such a life.He just raised his arm instinctively, stretched out his hand cautiously, approached the other's cheek, and said softly: "Brother Fang, at least you have me by your side..."

The moment his fingertips touched his cheek, Fang Wuxiang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear and honest as ever, full of hesitation and doubt, like a lost child.

Yuan Bao retracted his fingers again: "I mean...you can still find other monasteries, and I can stay with you until you find them..."

Even he didn't know what he was talking about, Fang Wuxiang was still immersed in his dream, the expression on his face was like a knife cutting his heart.

He suddenly leaned forward, stood on tiptoe, and pressed his lips against the other's.

The feeling of lips touching was a hundred times stronger than that of fingers, Fang Wuxiang froze in place until Yuan Bao withdrew from his side, leaving some crystal clear moisture on his thick lips.

After the kiss, Yuan Bao became much bolder, raised both hands, held the other's cheeks, stroked back and forth between the side of the neck and the pinna of the ears: "Don't you want to practice, I can help you, I know a lot The way to please men, you don't have to think about anything, don't worry..."

As Yuan Bao was speaking, his hands slid side by side, across his collarbone, gently pushed aside the front of his clothes, and then fell on his waist.He bent his knees and knelt down slowly.

Fang Wuxiang tried to retreat, but there was already a bedpost behind him, and there was no room for him to retreat, so he could only shake his head and say, "No."

Yuan Bao ignored it, and knelt down in front of Fang Wuxiang, raised his head and looked up at the person who was just a few feet away from bottom to top, as if looking up at a god.

He never knew what faith is, but at this moment, something extremely pious and noble emerged from the bottom of his heart, like pearls found in the depths of the mud, with an exceptionally clean brilliance shining in the dirt, washing away his soul mind.

A satisfied smile floated on his face, and he said: "It's okay, I'm willing, you don't have to worry about me..."

What he planned for Wuxiang to do was the only thing he was very familiar with and the only thing he knew thoroughly.

He knelt on the ground, like a loach, moved forward with his knees, and pressed his cheek against the inner thigh of the other party through a layer of clothing material. Then he raised his hands, pulled the other party's belt, and loosened Finally, reach out to touch the utensils hidden deeper...

His fingers have passed the last layer of barrier, touching the warm skin.With trembling fingertips, he carefully traced the shape of that organ.Eyes slightly closed, lips moved closer...

"Stop!" Fang Wuxiang suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Yuan Bao gasped, his wrist hurt from being pulled, he raised his head again, and saw a bit of harshness in the other party's looking down.

He suddenly felt wronged, and the wounds all over his body ached again, the pain was heart-piercing.

He didn't know why Fang Wuxiang treated him like this, but he didn't know how he wanted to be treated.

Fang Wuxiang is like a ball of fire, dancing in front of his eyes all the time, making his heart ache.