Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Then he would go up the mountain and beg the guard disciples in front of the gate to pass the message for him, begging himself to come out to see him, the original enchanting beauty also withered and withered in this day after day of suffering, until the day when the monks went down the mountain, he finally saw Long lost lover.

Although the surrounding wooden furnishings are old, they are very elegant and clean. There are traces of fireworks in the world everywhere. The beauties who were originally Buddha-like demons no longer have a sense of Buddhist Zen. They are like secular wives waiting for their husbands to return home.

He looked at it calmly, seeing that Chelian was also hesitating as if thinking about something, so he didn't speak first, but still closed his eyes and continued his unfinished meditation.

For a long time, there was no movement in the small wooden house.

Just when he opened his eyes again to see what Che Lian was doing, he was startled by what happened next.

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"Ming'er..."

He called softly.

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I don't remember when was the last time I fell asleep with my lover without distraction. The steady heartbeat came from the skin of the two, and I realized that Sakyamuni naturally hugged him back in my dream. In the middle of the day, Che Lian smiled slightly, only feeling that there was nothing left to ask for at this moment.

He stretched out his hand to trace the facial features of Sakyamuni, his eyes full of fascination reflected his handsome face, which was much more mature than ten years ago, and he was very moved.

His appearance in this life is different from the previous life, so I didn't associate him with Yuemingxi at first, but my junior Kong Fan knew at a glance that he was the reincarnation of the master.

Kong Fan said, Master's temperament has never changed.

Speaking of which night, when he was in a drowsy sleep, he heard him scolding himself as an old goblin next to him.

Che Lian recalled the Sakyamuni who was always domineering and arrogant to her in her impression, and also thought about the warm and lovely Yue Mingxi who looked like a squeamish young master. However, he only exposed his truest side to the young disciple who knew his own thoughts, perhaps this was the reason why Kong Fan also admired him.

In this way, when Sakyamuni is not in front of outsiders, he has such a stubborn and lovable appearance; thinking of all the things they once loved each other in the illusion, Che Lian felt endless tenderness in his heart.

At this time, Shi Jiayu suddenly moved in his arms, raised his head and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said sleepily:

"...a great beauty."

"Ok?"

"I want to drink water."

Che Lian froze for a moment, and then realized that Sakyamuni, who was sleeping in a daze, seemed to regard this situation as those days when he was still in an illusion. Pour a glass of water, add two spoons of honey as usual, bring it to the bed and hand it to his lips.

Shi Jiayu took a small sip of the honey water, and comfortably rubbed against Chelian, seeing the beautiful woman looking at him with a smile, subconsciously wanted to go over and make out.

However, the moment his lips met, he suddenly remembered the embarrassing relationship between the two of them, so he turned cold again, turned his back and ignored him.

Che Lian was not discouraged, she put the empty teacup back to its original place, and still got on the couch to cling to his body, her hands went from both sides of his armpits to his chest and hugged the broad back, calling out in a low voice:

"Ming'er..."

Sensing Sakyamuni's slight movement, he moved closer to his ear, and begged again in that slightly hoarse voice: "Forgive me, please?"

Hearing this, Sakyamuni became quiet.

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After a long time, just when Che Lian thought he had fallen asleep again, a sentence suddenly fell in his ear: "...you didn't want me first."

He was taken aback for a moment, and saw Sakyamuni turning over to look at him, biting his lips and saying bitterly:

"It's you who don't want me first!"

Without me

The voice, which is completely different from when he was a teenager, still has a little hoarseness after passion/desire, but it is full of resentment and unwillingness, just like the teenager who questioned himself with a crying sound in the illusion.

Che Lian felt a severe pain in her heart, and wanted to say something, but swallowed back those too pale excuses, only hugged the person who was still choked up in front of her eyes, and apologized incoherently:

"I'm sorry, Ming'er, it's my fault, I'm so stupid... I've spent ten years in this twilight mountain reflecting and regretting, I didn't expect your forgiveness, I just don't want to see you get angry and sad about it."

Shi Jiayu broke away from his embrace, but he embraced him again relentlessly, still muttering: "If you want to beat and scold me to vent your anger, don't hold back; my body and mind belong to you from the beginning to the end. For you, life or death is up to you, just don't get angry with yourself."

After hearing this, Shi Jiayu was silent for a long time, and seemed to have calmed down.

Feeling the trembling of the body of the person in front of him, he really looked remorseful, and he stopped saying some angry words of youthful nature, and just said after a pause: "You are right, I am a monk after all, indeed You shouldn't be anxious and angry about the past in the world of mortals. It was just a momentary impulse, you... don't take it to heart."

Chelian moved slightly, before she could feel joy in the future, she heard Sakyamuni say again:

"It's just that I told you ten years ago that since you cut off the marriage line between the two of us in the illusion, you have to make up your mind to stop here; fortunately, with your support, I can survive in this life." Pass the test of love and practice Buddha devoutly. As for the fact that I promised to help you practice the secret method of seizing the phase to the seventh level, I will naturally not break my promise. After that, I will still become a monk of pure cultivation. entanglement."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the messy monk's robe that he had thrown aside earlier, frowned slightly and smoothed out the wrinkles on his head, got up and put on his clothes, and picked up the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground, looking like he was about to leave look like.

Chelian watched his movements in a trance, and it was not until Shajiayu came to the door that he finally recovered, and quickly got off the bed and grabbed his wrist, and said hurriedly:

"Ming'er, why don't you face up to your mortal heart? You must still love me, otherwise why would you hug me to detoxify me that night?"

Sha Jiayu flicked his wrist twice but couldn't break free, so he turned around and said impatiently:

"You also know that it is detoxification. The monks are merciful, not to mention you, even if a filthy old beggar is poisoned, I will also sacrifice my life to save him; when I was young, I did this kind of reluctant thing a lot. Now, why is it so difficult to do it again, why are you so self-indulgent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt the air around him become silent.

Thinking of the past when Sakyamuni was forced/raped by Che Hai for many years when he was young, Che Lian only felt that his meridians were reversed, his eyes were coiled by scarlet evil spirit, and he was so painful that he could hardly stand on his feet.

Even though he has already made Che Hai's life worse than death, he still wants to find thousands of more vicious and tyrannical methods to teach that old devil to be unable to turn over in the sea of ​​blood purgatory for several lifetimes.

Shi Jiayu was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to have sensed the inappropriateness of what he said just now, his gaze became slightly complicated, and in the end he just shook off Chelian's hand; he hesitated for a moment while leaning on the doorknob, and finally sighed, He took out a copper key from his sleeve.

Seeing that Che Lian finally woke up from the nightmare and looked at him with a little confusion, he said:

"I'm in the monastery on weekdays, so it's inconvenient to go down the mountain and walk around more. If you have nothing to do, you can come to Xitou Temple to find me to practice. The sooner I can cultivate to the seventh floor, the sooner I will end this evil relationship."

After saying that, she stopped looking at him, opened the door to welcome into the cool night, and walked out of the quiet and lingering hut under the moonlight.

He stood in the courtyard and hesitated for a while, then turned his head and looked at Che Lian, seeing that he was holding the copper key and staring at him in a daze, so he pursed his lips slightly and said, "I'm going ahead."

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After a long time, Che Lian tightly grasped the copper key in her hand and clasped it firmly in front of her chest, feeling extremely excited in her heart.

His Ming'er is really hard-spoken and soft-hearted, even though he has stated many times that he wants to break up with him, he still can't hide his secret desire to get close to him, otherwise he would not give such private things to himself, no matter what. Bai Ding, who returned to secular life, freely entered and exited the pure land of the Buddhist monastery in the deep mountains.

Thinking that he could see Ming'er anytime and anywhere in the future, Che Lian couldn't hide his joy in his heart, and he didn't want to stay any longer; but he was afraid that if he chased him to the monastery immediately , Sakyamuni would be bored with this, so he still patiently stayed in the slightly lonely wooden house for seven days, then packed up his simple luggage and went up the mountain.

Although the winding mountain road into Muling Mountain is not easy to walk, after all, Chelian has wandered here for ten years, and found the not-so-magnificent mountain gate with ease.

In order not to make his visit too conspicuous, he went up the mountain at the time when the monks were taking a nap in the evening, and he evaded all the way without letting any of the guards discover his whereabouts. The sweeping monk who focused on sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the court blocked the way.

He recognized at a glance that this was the floor-sweeping monk who led him to see Sakyamuni, and because this old monk would always appear in the open space not far away when he went up the mountain to ask for an audience, he was quite familiar.

He is well aware that this floor sweeping monk is haunted and haunted, that the cloth shoes on his feet are spotless when he cleans, and his every move is completely silent. He is obviously a master of martial arts. He would be aware of everything; when he was hesitating and not knowing what to do, he had already looked here.

"This benefactor is looking for Master Jiayu again?"

The sweeping monk opened his mouth leisurely, and looked at Che Lian with a pair of sharp old eyes under his long eyebrows, as if he was not surprised by his visit.

Seeing that she had been discovered, Che Lian had no choice but to show up and respond: "That's right." Then she looked towards the deep Buddhist temple behind him: "Master, do you know where Ming'er has gone?"

The sweeping monk didn't reply, just