Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

He walked in and saw that there were only Shi Mingfu who was full of disappointment standing in the courtyard, and the old monk Chehai who was curled up on the ground and his life was unknown.

He looked at the traces left around, and he vaguely understood what was going on, so he sighed and called out: "Master Shi."

Only then did Shi Mingfu wake up from his trance, and when he saw that it was Kong Fan, he hurriedly bowed apologetically and said, "Master Kong Fan, I didn't know the people of the Zhujian School before, so I offended many people in this village; Yulu, I hope Master will forgive me."

Kong Fan nodded slightly, and didn't take all the previous things to heart. He frowned and glanced at the struggling old monk on the ground, and subconsciously said, "My senior brother..."

Shi Mingfu was at a loss for words after hearing this, but he didn't know how to answer.

Kong Fan bent down to check Tan Chehai's breath, and found that he was still alive. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, thinking that his brother had let the devil out of his life; the next moment, he found that his meridians were violent, like a tree bark. Countless small bumps appeared densely on his body, and then he took a step back abruptly, pinching his nose and moving away from the old monk who was screaming in pain.

His senior brother was really so cruel, not only did he not give the devil a happy ending, he also released the bone-eating insects that had been imprisoned in the inner circle of Xiuning Temple for many years, wandering among the internal organs and gnawing on the flesh bit by bit. Flesh and blood, and at the same time lived in the skull so that he could not kill himself, it can be called the cruelest torture in the world.

"Let Master Shi laugh at you." Kong Fan put his hands together, turned around and said to the master of the Zhujian School who had witnessed everything, "But what happened in the Mingjing Villa in the past two days is not enough for outsiders; we are still here There are two ferry boats left at the foot of the mountain, with Master Shi doing this, he can lead the disciples of the noble sect back first, and I, Xiuning Temple, will take care of the rest."

Kongfan's words were very calm and calm, without the slightest intention of threatening or warning, but rather as a kind reminder to a bystander.

Shi Mingfu was speechless for a moment, but just clasped his fists together.

After returning to Youhuang Mountain with some wounded disciples of the Zhujian School, he looked at the lush green bamboos in the mountain, and suddenly felt a little tired. For the first time in his life, he felt that he was really old.

After handing over the headship to his senior disciples, Shi Mingfu washed his hands in the golden basin, and never asked about affairs in the world again.

Therefore, no one knows since then that he is the only one in the martial arts who knows the lingering relationship between the two generations of Fengyun Monk, and he will bring this secret to the grave.

Xiuning Temple's notoriety for many years has finally come to light, and Pufeng Temple's reputation has been ruined overnight, and because many famous people from all walks of life have experienced catastrophe in Mingjing Villa, the power of the world has been reshuffled.

It's just that after that, no one in the world has ever seen that flirtatious and flirtatious monk Chelian. Together with the name of Master Jiayu many years ago, he was gradually submerged in all kinds of wild history stories in the market, and was no longer remembered by the world of mortals.

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Returning to Xiuning Temple after many days, it was sunny afternoon in the mountains, Kong Fan picked off a green leaf that had fallen to his shoulder, and looked thoughtfully towards a meditation room in the southeast.

He walked out of the Arhat Hall, wiped off the dust on the stone tablet, and ordered his disciples to sweep and chant scriptures, while he went to the Zen room hidden under the greenery, stood outside the window and looked in, and after wandering for a while, he still pushed. He opened the door and walked to the drunken man on Maitreya's couch.

The man had been drunk for an unknown number of days, and fell asleep leaning against the wine jar with his arms open, unconscious. When he heard the sound, he just opened his chaotic phoenix eyes and glanced at him, and continued to fall asleep indifferently.

He didn't know what kind of exercises he activated in his dream, his long black hair poured down his waist, the Buddhist beads were torn and rolled on the couch, his cheeks were blushing, and his whole body was hot It's scary.Kong Fan watched him quietly for a long time, then went out resignedly and fetched a basin of water, sat beside him and wrung out a towel, gently wiping the fine sweat from his temples.

Che Lian was drunk for seven days in a row, Kong Fan let him be drunk for seven days, but secretly mixed water into his strong burning knives, finally forced him to wake up from the haze, smashed the wine jar and Staring out the window in a daze.

Seeing that his eyes were clear, Kong Fan thought it was to help him calm down, so he went to find a pair of scissors, trying to trim his long hair that was too complicated; but Che Lian suddenly became vigilant and avoided him. Crouching in the corner with his scissors, he uncovered a jar of spirits that he had mixed with water.

Kong Fan sighed, feeling very helpless towards his senior brother's childish nature when he was drunk. He looked down and saw an ivory comb dropped on the couch, so he picked it up and moved over to comb his hair. After combing all the knots, he said helplessly:

"Brother, why are you bothering?"

Che Lian ignored him, still looking at the greenery outside the window, and let him comb the long hair that was born due to the rampant inner strength behind her, and took a long time to take a sip of tasteless water and wine, and said in a low voice:

"...You already knew that Ming'er was the reincarnation of Master."

His tone was flat, although his face seemed to be questioning, but his words were full of affirmation.

"That's right. I've known it since he was seven years old." Kong Fan paused, put down the ivory comb in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "That person's temperament has never changed. The love for beauties is, for you especially loved."

After finishing speaking, he smiled with ambiguous meaning: "It's a pity that in the two reincarnations, he still has his heart on you, but you are still full of revenge and never loved him at all; now that you have hurt him, you are drinking here alone. What booze?"

"What is this called?"

Che Lian let out a low laugh, threw down the empty wine jar, curled up and murmured;

"How can I not love him...how can I not love him."

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Che Lian still remembered that when she first saw Sakyamuni, she was already a dying old monk wandering in the gate of hell, kneeling there with a weak and withered body, begging him to save her life, but she never dared to. He looked up at the man.

He used to be the most romantic monk in the Bofeng Temple, he thought he had seen all the beauty in the world, and he was determined not to be moved by the beauty of the world in this life, but when he saw him for the first time, his heart trembled , thus sinking.

At that time, Sakyamuni was sitting so high on the stone steps, looking at him expressionlessly, with a dark light that he couldn't see clearly shining in a pair of soul-stirring star pupils.

He has been in the world for more than ninety years, and for the first time he was dazzled by the suave figure of a monk. It was a spirit that even his young self could not match.

To be able to have a romantic relationship with such a fairy for one night in this life, he has nothing else to ask for;

Sakyamuni asked him to be his bed-warming disciple, and he couldn't ask for more.

It's just that at that time he hadn't yet understood the emotion, he didn't know that the source of this surging heart was actually love in the world, and he didn't know that the ardor of the man when he looked at him was also rooted in it. The enthusiasm for revenge ignored him for a whole ten years.

Ten years later, Sakyamuni gave him all his practice of seizing the secret method, and went down the mountain without saying a word to the secular world; and he also fell asleep for several years due to damage to his meridians, and after waking up, he recuperated , Suppressing the counterattack of the secret method that was barely stable on the sixth floor, and then hurried down the mountain to find him.

There were very few replies from the spies sent out, and only one letter wrote three words, Yuejiazhuang.

After finding out that Yuejiazhuang is located in Jiangzhou, Jiangnan, he hurried on the road all night, trying to find Sakyamuni before the backlash, but it was still a step too late; Huangshan stopped at the foot of the mountain, and while he was struggling to think about the countermeasures, his eyes fell on a young man in the teahouse who was enjoying a cup of sencha.

The rather handsome and spirited young man was from a rich family, sitting leisurely by the window watching the early spring rain scene in the Youhuang Mountain, pricking up his ears from time to time to listen to the gossip and gossip of the rangers at the next table, the corners of his lips curled up The radian seems disdainful.

Seeing that he had ridiculed those gangsters and the atmosphere of confrontation in the teahouse was on the verge of breaking out, Che Lian relieved him and motioned him to sit beside her.The young man did not doubt that he was there, sat down opposite him with shining admiration, and couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes when he saw his appearance, it really suited him very well.

So what happened next can be said to be a matter of course.

He has never done that with anyone other than Sakyamuni, and there is no need not to mention it in Xiuning Temple, and he does not have such leisurely leisure time for prostitution; he was forced to have sex with this young man due to backlash, and felt Not too bad.

Then he was helplessly glued to the boy.

Traveling all the way to Yuejiazhuang in Jiangzhou, what he got was the news that the man had already passed away; he saw his body and read his letter of love, and only belatedly realized that the man had been wronged. He loves it so much.It's a pity that he was 40 years late, and the fate of the two people in this life is over.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel too sad, as if the man had never really left him.

Perhaps it was because there was the young man who inherited his blood by his side.

Yue Mingxi was young, enthusiastic, sincere and lovely. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is very different from the master who was always sneering at him and arrogant, but his words and deeds can always make him confused and unable to control himself.

It's just that the young son of a rich family who is in love with each other seems to be familiar with all the sensitivities in his body.

It's just that a fledgling young swordsman can use the illusion technique that even the three Puritan elders may not be good at in the hundred refining furnace.

Yuemingxi loves sweets and spicy food, and likes to collect all kinds of handmade groceries. She often shows a demeanor very similar to that person. At first, Che Lian also said that she was in a daze, and she actually regarded such a simple young boy as an interpreter. Jiayu's stand-in; as time passed, he became vaguely aware of that possibility.

It's just that he wished to comfort himself, these things disturbed his heartstrings