monster brothel

Within seven to seven days after death, where to be reborn has not yet been decided. Buddhists call it the bardo.

During this period, family members need to wear hemp and mourning, eat three meals a day, and chant scriptures day and night, hoping that the dead will have a smooth journey to the underworld.

Since Master Jiang was buried, Jiang Li and Miss Su have been guarding the spirit in Xingshan Temple for seven days.Miss Su is old and frail, and under Jiang Li's repeated urging, she can still sleep for a few hours.Jiang Li actually knelt in front of the Buddha for seven days and seven nights.

Occasionally, Gu Qing would come to visit and bring some cotton clothes along the way.

"You really can't do this, look at your face..." Gu Qing looked at Jiang Li's pale face, the sunken eyelids, and the dark eyeballs had become cloudy, "No, I have to go to sleep today, I just carry Then you have to carry you on your back too."

It was still early at that time, and Miss Su had just come out of the meditation room, and she was shocked when she saw Jiang Li's state. "Why are you so weak?"

Gu Qing said worriedly: "Miss Su, I have to let him go to bed, which room does he live in?"

Miss Su: "The one at the end of the corridor is."

Jiang Li's eyes were already dazed at this moment, and he had no strength to resist at all, like a soft bag being carried on Gu Qing's back.Gu Qing threw him up, clasped his hands behind his knees.

Just now, because he saw him disregarding his body, there was a fire in his heart, but now he can only let the fire turn into a stream of heat.

Gu Qing coughed and choked up, "Your father doesn't care about you, why are you still...he's a bad guy."

Jiang Li's eyes wandered, but he didn't speak.

The pine trees in the courtyard have been covered with thick snow, and the silver-white land is a desolate scene.Jiang Li suddenly remembered that the last time he looked at this tree, he still refused to bow his head to the Buddha.

Jiang Li suddenly sneered, his face full of sarcasm.

Gu Qing pushed open the door of the meditation room, and saw that the furnishings inside were simple but elegant.A cabinet made of sandalwood was placed at the door, and a dried grass plant was inserted in a blue porcelain vase on the cabinet.

On the left is an earthen kang made of bricks, with pillows and quilts on it, and a scent of fragrance when you get close.

Gu Qing put Jiang Li on the bed, pulled the quilt over it, and tucked the corners of the quilt with his hands.Gu Qing saw a small iron door in the lower right corner of the kang, and there was a clean and chopped dry firewood next to it, so he turned around to look for matches to light the fire.

Jiang Li lay on the bed, turned his head to the right to look at Gu Qing, and said weakly, "The matches are in the cabinet."

Gu Qing went to look for it in response, and it was indeed in the top drawer of the cabinet, so he said casually, "How do you know?"

Jiang Li turned his head back, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit. "This is a gloomy meditation room."

Gu Qing squatted on the side of the kang and lit a fire. When the fire started, he threw it into the small stove, and took some small soft firewood and stuffed it into it to start the fire.

Jiang Li: "I can smell the fragrance on the quilt. The flowers at the door..."

Gu Qing looked up at Jiang Li, then turned to the door, "No flowers?"

Jiang Li was anxious for a moment, and said with force: "It's the one in the bottle!" After speaking, he started coughing.

Gu Qing hurriedly put some more firewood in the stove, closed the stove door, and patted Jiang Li on the chest to give Jiang Li a smooth air.

Gu Qing answered nonchalantly, "Is that the dry grass?"

Jiang Li stopped coughing after coughing a few times, and said with a smile, "That's Chuanxiong, also known as Jiang Li."

Gu Qing froze for a moment, and paused with his hands in the air. "Okay, okay, I got it, go to sleep."

Jiang Li's smile looked very flashy on that weak and pale face.

Gu Qing wanted to cry for a moment, he blinked his eyes and asked softly: "Then why didn't you tell him?"

Jiang Li's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, "When I was the second son of the Jiang family, he was a monk who led a family. Now he is a prince, but I am a procuress..."

Tears rolled down Gu Qing's eyes, and he hurriedly covered Jiang Li's mouth, "Stop talking, stop talking... let's rest."

Jiang Li turned his head to look at Gu Qing, Gu Qing was hanging his head beside his bed, wiping his tears furtively with one hand.

Jiang Li looked at it for a while, then stretched out a hand from under the quilt to lift Gu Qing's head, "I don't care, your tears are worthless?"

Gu Qing stopped sobbing, "It's worth money, you have to remember that you owe me money again." Saying that, he put Jiang Li's hand back under the bed.

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, Jiang Li fell asleep.Seven consecutive days of chanting had exhausted him, but he couldn't stop.If he doesn't keep watch, it will be Miss Su's turn.And the chanting reminded him of eight years ago, when his grandmother brought him to Xingshan Temple to pray for blessings...

"Young master, this monk Congsheng is here to take care of you. You have to listen to him and don't disturb the old lady..." The old lady's personal maid took Xiao Jiangli's hand and said in every possible way.

Xiao Jiangli pouted and said aggrievedly: "What is grandma doing? Why can't Jiangli find her?"

"The old lady is copying the scriptures. It is a very serious matter that cannot be disturbed by others." The servant girl pulled Xiao Jiangli to the side of Su Yu, "You should always listen to what your elder brother says."

Xiao Jiangli: "What about you?"

"I want to accompany the old lady in the main hall." After arranging everything, the maid returned to the old lady.

Xiao Jiangli quickly raised his head and glanced at the big brother next to him, only to see a gloomy and indifferent face.

"...so fierce!" Xiao Jiangli thought in his heart.

Shen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him. He was dressed in a moon-white robe, which made him noble and lovely. His hair was raised up high, and the goose-yellow headband hung down to his waist together with the jet-black hair.

Xiao Jiangli secretly cheered himself up in his heart, "Well, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I have to say hello to people, otherwise people will hate me if I'm not polite."

Shen Yu watched Xiao Jiangli's face turn from white to red with a blank expression, and his two little hands were tearing at his belt.

Shen Yu: "...the clothes will be torn by you."

"Ah?" Xiao Jiangli suddenly looked up, then looked down at his hands, and quickly let go of them. "...I, my name is Jiang Li."

Shen Yu: "I know, your father is Jiang Fu, the servant of the household department."

Jiang Li: "Huh? Oh, grandma told you, how do you know?"

Shen Yu glanced at Xiao Jiangli, and said slowly: "...My name is Shen Yu, and the word Congsheng is also my Dharma name."

Xiao Jiangli smiled and said to Shen Yu, "Then I'll call you Brother Congsheng."

Shen Yu: "No, you call me Monk Congsheng."

"But... that doesn't sound good. Monk Congsheng, Monk Congsheng, what a twist." Xiao Jiangli looked at Su Yu with his head tilted, and his two big eyes stared at him without turning for a moment.

Shen Yu was stunned for a moment, "...the more you scream, the better."

Jiang Li pursed his lips and said, "But... Big Brother won't let me call him Brother, and you won't let him, Jiang Li doesn't even have a brother."

Shen Yu: "Why didn't he let you call?"

Jiang Li: "I don't know, Big Brother asked me to call him Eldest Young Master, and if I called him Brother, he would beat me..."

When Xiao Jiangli said it, he was still innocent, completely unaware that his status had been fully exposed in this sentence.

The 12-year-old Jiang Li lived an innocent life. He was totally unaware of threats and malice outside of him, which was very different from Shen Yu's world.

If it wasn't for his 15-year-old younger brother who suddenly framed him, indicating that the time to seize the throne had already begun, Shen Yu would not have become a monk at such an age.

The old kinship has become bloodthirsty and cruel, and Shen Yu only feels disgust and disdain for the superior power and desire.

Unintentionally interested in the throne, he expressed his position early under the guidance of the Taifu in order to save his life.

Shen Yu: "...then you can call me Brother Congsheng."

"Really? Can I call you brother? You won't hit me?" Xiao Jiang jumped up and surrounded Shen Yu, shouting "Brother Congsheng", "Brother Congsheng".

Shen Yu realized that the little guy was a head lower than himself when Xiao Jiangli jumped up. When he stretched out his hand to touch the top of Xiao Jiangli's head to compare his height, Xiao Jiangli suddenly lowered his head and fell silent.

"Oh, right..." Just as Shen Yu was about to apologize for his rashness, Xiao Jiangli suddenly raised his head and smiled at Shen Yu.The two eyes are almost narrowed into a slit, and the corners of the mouth are raised high. It is a very satisfied smile, which is as radiant as the warm sun shining on the body.

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"Brother Congsheng, brother Congsheng, let's go fishing." Xiao Jiangli happily rushed in from outside and shouted loudly.

Shen Yu: "Shh, keep your voice down, Junior Brother and the others still need to recite scriptures."

Xiao Jiangli looked around and saw that everyone was seriously lowering their heads to read the scriptures, so he leaned close to Depressed's ear and said softly, "Let's go fishing."

Shen Yu: "No."

"Why?" Xiao Jiangli looked up at Shen Yu and asked.

Shen Yu: "Monks cannot kill."

Xiao Jiangli thought for a while, his eyes sparkled, "Then let's not kill, and after catching a fish, let's put it back, okay?"

Shen Yu still wanted to refuse, but Xiao Jiangli acted coquettishly and was at a loss for what to do. In order not to disturb the brothers and sisters in the same room chanting scriptures, Shen Yu had to accompany Xiao Jiangli to the pond in the temple.

They said it was fishing, but Xiao Jiangli couldn't do such a temper-consuming job at all.From the beginning to the end, Yu was fishing alone, and Xiao Jiangli always lay on the edge of the pool with his buttocks up, his hands on the ground, watching the small fish swimming around in the water.

It may be that no one pays attention to these fish normally, but today's fish are very enthusiastic, and three fish bite the hook in a short while.However, because the fishhook is a soft hook specially made of flowers, small fish will only sink the hook after biting it, and cannot be used for fishing.

Some fish would even jump out of the water, put their tails in front of Xiao Jiangli, and then dive into the water again, every time this would make Xiao Jiangli giggle.

Time is quiet.

Holding the fishing rod in his hand, Shen Yu suddenly thought of his elder brother who had rushed back to Sansuke from the fiefdom, his mother and concubine in the cold palace, the look in his eyes left by his younger brother and his cry when he threw himself into Concubine Hui's arms.

Suddenly there were waves on the calm water surface, and when Shen Yu came back to his senses, he found that Xiao Jiangli had already slipped into the water.

The pool was built by monks, and the water at the edge is as deep as the center.

Shen Yu plunged into the water.

The author has something to say:

I typed too quickly, and some words were repeated, so I edited it.