Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

[In the 18th year of Jinghe calendar, Kyushu fell into war, wars broke out everywhere, and refugees were everywhere, but the Buddhist faith was flourishing at this time, from the common people to the officials, all of them invited Buddha to worship and bless their homes. 】

[Fantastic beliefs will inevitably lead to the breeding of evil. Countless false Buddhas have taken advantage of the chaos to swindle money and kill people in vain. 】

[Player: Jiang Chi, ID Card: Little Bodhisattva]

【Task [-]: Find the false Buddha】

[Task [-]: Transcending believers]

When the sky was just dawn, there was already the sound of knocking wooden fish in the ancient temple shrouded in blue smoke, and the sound was cold, like frost and snow falling on the blue lake, and even the smoke curling up in front of the lotus platform was freezing cold. people.

Two exquisite and small carriages bumped up from the back mountain path and stopped in the backyard of the temple.

Early in the morning, the abbot of the temple was waiting under the eaves dotted with raindrops.

The first person to get off the carriage was not Sikong Tu, the captain of the court as agreed in advance, but a handsome young man with a high ponytail and a silver crown inlaid with red jade.

But it was Sikong Yue, the son of Sikong Tu.

The steward who came with him wiped his sweat and smiled apologetically: "Master Minghui, the Taiwei is going to the Qionglin banquet today, so the person who came to welcome the little Bodhisattva today is the eldest son of our family."

Monk Minghui lowered his eyebrows and made a bow: "Amitabha, little Tanyue, please come with me."

"Tch", Sikong Yue seemed to dislike the work of meeting some kind of Bodhisattva in such a place full of bald donkeys instead of drinking flowers and wine with friends on such a happy day. I don’t know what my father thinks when I go home to raise him.”

The old steward didn't dare to obstruct the domineering Mr. Sikong's eyes, so he forced himself to smile and apologize to the first abbot.

A porcelain-white slender hand was covering the porch leading to the backyard. Seeing the person getting off the carriage, he couldn't help but squeeze it nervously, but was gently and delicately held by a wider palm behind him.

"Scared?" A cold voice suddenly sounded.

The young man in white who was hiding behind the door jumped in fright, but when he turned around, he saw a small porcelain-white face so gorgeous that it was magically impossibly beautiful, and his crow-black long hair casually tied up swept across the tiger's mouth of the person behind him.

The young monk, who was a head taller and younger in stature, subconsciously grasped the lock of cold long hair that was about to slip from his hands, and clenched his fingers unconsciously.

"You scared me to death, Senior Brother Fufeng." The young man frowned, he was beautiful even to blame, his eyes were like flowing clear rivers, seeing it made people's hearts skip a beat, "Don't sneak out from behind."

The little monk named Fufeng held the boy's hair, lowered his eyes, and said calmly, "I just see that you are worried. Are you afraid?"

He asked another question persistently, it seemed that as long as the boy said he was afraid, he would find a way to keep him.

The young man bent his eyes indifferently, his lips and heart were like a blooming young flower stamen: "Anyone who goes to a strange home will be afraid, now there are refugees everywhere, and the temple can hardly afford it. Eat less with your mouth open."

Fufeng frowned coldly: "Your appetite is obviously smaller than the little sparrow raised by Master Ming Kong."

Jiang Chi raised his face and looked at Fufeng affectionately, and said with a smile, "Brother, don't you want to part with me?"

Fufeng immediately lowered his eyes: "No."

"Really do not have?"

The young man with hair and cultivation practice blinked his eyes pitifully.His eyes may be so dark that even under the clear sunlight they glow a dreamlike dark blue.

Fu Feng turned his head and let go of the hair that was clenched in his hands: "The Taiwei's family has many eyes, you are so stupid, you will not be tortured."

Jiang Chi snorted unhappily, and grabbed Fufeng's sleeve.

Young monks are very clean, and their monk robes are also very smooth, with a little rosin stained on them.

"I'm fighting all over the place now, brother, don't worry, I can have a full meal at home, besides..." Jiang Chi raised the corners of his eyes, with a lively and sly smile, "If brother misses me, you can do it by doing it." Yes, see you again."

Fu Feng frowned, and said in a low voice: "That's different."

"What?" Jiang Chi didn't hear clearly for a while, and his eyes widened in a daze.

The young monk suddenly turned his face: "Nothing."

His eyebrows are obviously cold and hard, but the roots of his ears are quietly red.

……

"What little Bodhisattva, for some reason, I asked a bald donkey to go back and offer offerings. I just told you to come, and I wasted my time." Sikong Yue complained to the old housekeeper impatiently, "I heard from Lu Er that today's Tianxiang Building A new lady has arrived, it is said that she dances well and has a very soft figure."

Talking about this kind of pink and mundane things in a pure place of Buddhism, the old housekeeper's old face was wrinkled into an orange peel, so he could only recite a few Buddhist names with the master who led the way in front of him, as a sign of redemption.

A few people walked to the Daxiong Palace, the old butler was afraid that his young master would say something about stoma industry again, so he hurriedly greeted the abbot with a sneer.

"May I ask where the little Bodhisattva is?"

Abbot Minghui looked down at the little novice behind him and said, "Go and call your little brother."

There were two blushes on the face of the little novice, and he said "yes" in a low voice and ran away hastily.

Sikong Yue found it interesting. He had heard that the little Bodhisattva from the Liuli Temple was quite handsome. He thought to himself that the monks in this temple really had never seen the world.

It seems that this so-called clean place is not very clean.

Thinking of this, Sikong Yue disdains this so-called little Bodhisattva even more.

It's just a trick to deceive people in the name of Buddhism.

Speaking of the origin of this little Bodhisattva, it is also miraculous.It is said that it was an abandoned baby that the compassionate monk who had passed away accidentally found in the purple bamboo forest. There was a cinnabar mole on the center of the eyebrow, and a three-point smile on the corner of the eye and brow. Take off a small white porcelain beauty statue.

Also because of this natural appearance of a Bodhisattva, the pilgrims called him a little Bodhisattva, and sometimes they sincerely wished him a few words, and they could really achieve what they wanted. This small glass temple suddenly appeared in Bianjing. fame.

This Captain Sikong also heard about the little Bodhisattva's fame, so his heart became active unconsciously.

Nowadays, there are wars and chaos everywhere, and the people are displaced, but the upper-class nobles are particularly devout believers in Buddhism, and they even do not hesitate to invite the little Bodhisattva who is famous in Chang'an City from the Liuli Temple to "stay" at home.

"Master Minghui, are you looking for me?" A young man's clear, Yingge-like voice sounded from behind the group of people, and a snow-white figure bounced around deftly and grabbed onto the robe of the first monk.

"Xiao Chi, remember to observe etiquette in front of guests." Monk Minghui showed a kind and helpless smile on his face, and reached out to stroke the boy's head, "I have met Mr. Sikong and Mr. Zhou."

The boy with waist-length hair turned back with a little vigilance, pursed his lips and gave a stiff smile: "Hello."

When Sikong Yue suddenly saw this rumored little Bodhisattva, she couldn't help but startled.

Rao has seen many beauties, but this is the first time he has seen such an extraordinarily cold and seductive beauty, just looking at it will make him fall.

A smile quickly appeared on the man's lips, which well concealed the darkness in his eyes: "Xiao Chi? Didn't the little Bodhisattva take the dharma name?"

Monk Minghui replaced Jiang Chi and replied: "The master once told his fortune for this son, and he was destined not to stay here for a long time, so he also called him Jiang Chi following the common name in the burden back then."

Is it also because of this that there is no shaving?

In this way, this little Bodhisattva is not a person in the temple.

"Jiang Chi?" Sikong Yue chewed these two words with great interest, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Which Jiang is it? Which Chi?"

The little Bodhisattva seemed to have sensed that this person had bad intentions, and flinched and hid behind Monk Minghui, looking warily at the young man dressed in red in front of him with a pair of glass-like blue eyes.

His skin was originally a porcelain white with enamel in a trance, which set off the bright red cinnabar between his eyebrows like a demon.

The Bodhisattva saves people from the world, but this fairy-like little Bodhisattva really makes the monks have a foolish heart.

Jiang Chi frowned, feeling that this person was not a good person, he tremblingly wanted to hide behind Minghui, but the temple had already agreed to "borrow" him out for a short stay, even if he ran, he couldn't escape.

The monastery always pays back for raising him.

Sikong Yue could still act like an upright gentleman in the temple, and cordially invited this snow-white and lovely little Bodhisattva to her sedan chair.

Once in the sedan chair, no one can control this well-known devil king in Bianjing.

The carriage was bumping, and the little Bodhisattva looked very wary of strangers, curled up and sat in a corner, trying to keep a good distance from Sikong Yue.

The more he looks like a little rabbit that has been forcibly caught in a cage, he can't wait to reach out and grab someone into his arms and rub him wantonly.

Sikong Yue has always been used to being lawless, and she does whatever she thinks in her heart.

"You are really a little Bodhisattva, aren't you a vixen?" Sikong Yue was finally able to reach out to grab the boy's long cold hair hanging on his chest as he wished, and sniffed it lightly with the tip of his nose, with a faint smell that he had never smelled before. The dark fragrance.

Jiang Chi seemed to be offended by this question, and his beautiful eyes, which seemed to be rolled over by water, tried to widen to look at the man who was bullying him.

"You, you can't say that about me." The little Bodhisattva's voice was all waxy, and he looked pitiful when he left a familiar place, and he was so clumsy that he couldn't even resist.

"You are, this is..." He bit his tongue nervously, "blasphemy."

"Profanity." He didn't know that saying this made Sikong Yue more interested, the red-clothed boy chewed on these two words, and looked at the little Bodhisattva's moon-like face with even more interest, "If I just want to do it , little Bodhisattva?"

"Perhaps, you need to understand the situation of ordinary people like us." Sikong Yue's eyes fell from the young porcelain white neck to the slender waist wrapped in white clothes.

Inexplicably, he thought of the dancer that Lu Ertong had mentioned to him earlier, was that dancer half as good-looking as the little Bodhisattva in front of him?Such a slender waist, if wrapped around a golden bell and twisted, it would look great.

Sikong Yue's thin lips curled up into a slightly sinister smile: "When you come to Sikong's house, remember, I'm the only one who can trust you."

You look the most unbelievable!

Maybe it was Jiang Chi's eyes that betrayed him, Sikong Yue held the corner of his lips and smiled lazily, "You should be glad that I'm here today, if it's someone else, you will definitely regret it."