If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The severe pain ripped from the head and covered the face.

The boy fell into the abandoned stable, his clothes were ragged, his skin was torn, and there was no intact place from head, face to hands and feet.Especially the two legs were bloody and bloody, and there was a slender wound on the left leg with deep bone visible.

The scolding was harsh, Mr. Gui and the nurse chased him in.

The boy pursed his lips, and with his arms covering his head, he tried his best to dodge behind the firewood, but was stepped on his left leg by the tortoise, and gave him another slap in the face.The guard's sticks, fists and feet rained down like raindrops, and the young man arched his back, his throat trembling and screaming from the beating, and he lay on the ground coughing up blood continuously.

A puddle of blood flowed out, and the young man coughed and curled up, not moving.

The nurses were afraid of losing their lives, so they withdrew.

The turtle man let it go, and spat: "Bah! You little bastard...you still dream of the young master? You really treat yourself like a treasure..."

There are clever footsteps approaching.

"Fang Er, Mother He is calling for someone!"

The one who came was a little maid, she turned aside the two strong bodyguards outside the stable, looked in, her eyes paused for a moment on the sticky red pool in the corner, then she lowered her voice, and couldn't bear to say: "It's done!" Like this, should I call the doctor? At this time, the plague is very severe...I'm afraid it will be bad."

"not good?"

The tortoise named Fang Er threw the willow stick and sneered, "If it's really bad, it's like in the ruined temple outside, throwing the wrapped straw mat into the fire in the mass grave, what are you afraid of? They are all low lives, what do you call a doctor..."

The little maid took another look, sighed, and said no more.

Fang Er glanced at her, but said again: "I know you are a kind-hearted little girl, and you have the strength to show pity for others. But people's fate is uncertain. Look at this young master Cheng Siqi, who was placed a few days ago. , Mr. Zhifu, Xingxiu was born, looking at the entire Huaiyang territory, who would dare to offend? But once the family was ruined and the family was destroyed, it was only a few taels of silver, and it fell into our prostitution. Who can tell what happened? "

He dispatched two nurses to help, picked up the lantern, and walked out of the stable, "It's his fate now. If he offends someone, this lesson is inevitable. If he survives it, his fate will be great, and there will be no future for him." With this enviable face, if he doesn't go forward, Mother He may not force him, so he will stay in the backyard to do rough work."

"If you can't make it through...that means your fate is poor. Who is to blame in this world?"

The footsteps of Fang Er and the little maid gradually faded away, and the shadow of the swaying yellow light disappeared.

A black shadow flickered on the big locust tree next to the wall next to the stable, and Insatiable's figure was exposed from among the dense branches.

Taking advantage of the high place, he looked around cautiously, but he didn't see any other figures, so he jumped down from the tree and walked quickly into the stable.

The stable was pitch black, and the red lanterns outside the high wall only cast a little thin light, vaguely outlining the thin figure huddled behind a pile of rotten forage.The boy was almost beaten into a gourd of blood, his back was shaking violently, and there was a faint and hoarse coughing up of blood.

Wuyan closed his eyes, barely suppressed the anger in his heart, avoided the bloodstains winding all the way into the haystack, and came to the boy silently.

The young man lowered his head, covered his mouth with one hand and coughed, and scratched the ground with the other. His five fingers sank into the soil, scraping a few bloodstains.

He coughed and wondered in a daze, five people died in this stable, could he be the sixth one?His life turned out to be so worthless, so humble.

Blood dripped from between his fingers to the ground, sticky and fishy.

Suddenly, in this stench, a very untimely cool fragrance squeezed in.

Like the clear mist in the evening drums of distant mountains, mixed with some Buddhist temple woodwood offered by temples, it is cold but not cold, like a breeze, which quickly soothes the pain of dryness and convulsions, and calms the heart for nothing.

The boy looked up suddenly.

A slender and strong hand stretched out, stuffed a cold object into his blood-spitting mouth, then tightly covered his mouth, and held him half into his arms.

The sound of coughing was blocked, and the young man convulsed slightly, his limp limbs began to struggle.

Wu Yan covered the young man's mouth with one hand, wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, and pressed him firmly. He lowered his head and leaned close to the young man's ear, his voice was calm, but with a rare comforting gentleness: "Take the medicine, don't worry about it." Spit it out. This is good medicine, take it and your wounds will be cured."

The boy struggled less.

Insatiable glanced sideways, facing the pair of Danfeng eyes that were wide open, overflowing with water and blood.

It is clear and clear, looking directly at it, it seems to contain countless silent, hoarse sorrows and unwillingness.

But he was unwilling to do so, but he didn't have the slightest bit of hostility, just like formless water, instantly entangled and strangled Insatiable's throat.

His voice tightened, he didn't know what to say, he could only look into those eyes, raised his hand, and patted the boy's head like he patted the bald heads of those little monks in Tianyin Temple.

The eyes trembled and closed.

The twitching body in his arms slowly calmed down, and Wu Ya guessed that the elixir had worked, so he let go of his hands, took off his outer robe and spread it on the haystack, letting the boy half lie down.

The hand that clasped his mouth and nose was moved away, the young man gasped twice, clenched the clothes under his body tightly, raised his eyes to look at Wuyan, his eyes were burning, and his voice broke hoarse: "You... who are you? Why... Want to save me?"

Wuyan saw the guard in Cheng Siqi's eyes, and was not surprised. Looking down at the blood on the young man's lips, he laughed, "You don't have to care who I am. I'm just entrusted to help you."

He raised his head and asked, "Do you want to leave? I can redeem you."

Redemption?

Cheng Siqi's eyes were slightly cold, and he raised his limp wrist to wipe the blood from his mouth, and said in a weak voice, "I can't leave, and I won't leave. What you want...I can't give it."

"What do I want?"

Insatiably startled, he smiled helplessly.The Rootless Tianshui I want, if you go back in one piece, you really have to give it.

But what Sect Master Cheng Shao meant at this time... Could it be that there was something about him that brought him to this point?

"This is the healing medicine you took just now."

Wu Yan took out a small white porcelain bottle and put it in the young man's hand, and took off a Buddhist bead and handed it to him, "I will stay in this brothel for a while, if you change your mind, or if you have any troubles, you can come to me , and knocked the bead three times, I called Wuyan."

The young man stared at the beads and porcelain bottle for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "My name is Cheng Siqi."

There is also the helplessness of performing tasks.

Even if Wuyan had no cause and effect with Cheng Siqi before, it doesn't mean that he can intervene at will to change Cheng Siqi's fate and decision.Cheng Siqi has fallen to this point, but he doesn't want to leave, and he can't forcefully take him away. If his fate is messed up, it's nothing for Sect Master Cheng to fall into the mortal world.

Wu Yan thought about the scale of this mission, walked out of the dark backyard, and walked around to the front of this brothel.

Songs are played on the high platform, and the shengxiao urges the dance.

Ruanhong Pavilion is known as Huaiyang's most gentle township selling golden caves. At night, the flowers bloom and the day is warm, and the paper is drunk with gold.

The rich and wealthy sons, or the romantic literati, were all seduced by the coquettish and chuckle of the red silk, dragged their souls, and stepped into the pavilion with a pair of lotus root arms.

Wu Yan observed in the dark for a while, cleaned up the blood on his body, and walked in among a group of young masters.

His appearance, even in the realm of self-cultivation where there are all beauties, is the most outstanding type. Now that he is lined up by the white clothes with brocade patterns and clouds, he looks even more graceful and looks like jade.

Because he is different from ordinary people, he still has a dusty temperament that is different from the boys who have grown up in the powder pile. He is bold and plain, and he attracts the eyes of most women as soon as he enters the door.

"This young master is very face-to-face. I'm afraid he's coming back to the Ruanhong Pavilion for the first time?"

"There is a new fine wine in the pavilion, young master, do you want to taste it?"

"Yao'er's dance is the best, my son is here, Yao'er dances for you..."

Tang Sanzang felt as if he had fallen into the Pansi Cave, and in the blink of an eye, five or six brothel girls surrounded him, whispering softly, leaning on him gracefully to pull his arm.

But Insatiability is obviously higher than that of Tang Sanzang.

He staggered his feet in three or two steps, circled and turned around, and easily avoided all the rushing women, then bent the corners of his lips and smiled like a spring breeze: "I'm sorry, sisters, I'm so Longyang."

The spider spirits froze, looked at each other for a moment, stomped their feet and gritted their teeth, and dispersed.

I thought to myself, no wonder the people who come into this brothel are either greasy bellies or ghosts with kidney deficiency. It turns out that the good-looking men have broken their sleeves. Who said that the business of the Nanfeng Pavilion next door is not good?

This place was clean, and a little tortoise who greeted the guests in the corner hurried over and said flatteringly: "Your Excellency, you are so beautiful, the girls in the building are so envious."

Those shrewd little eyes circled around Wuyan's waist, pausing emphatically on the jade pendant turned into a Buddhist bead, and his smile became more and more flattering: "It's not quiet down there, young master, go upstairs and sit in the private room." Sit? There are not only girls in our pavilion, but also a few young masters, who are no worse than the top card in the Nanfeng Pavilion..."

It stands to reason that a place like a brothel is no different from the eighteenth floor of hell for any serious Buddhist practitioner. If you can't enter it, you will never enter it. If you enter it, it will be very uncomfortable and you will be at a loss.

In any case, at least it won't be as well-adapted and easy as Insanity.

"Look for a quiet place where you can listen to the music."

Instinctively glanced at Mr. Gui, seeing that it wasn't Fang Er who gave Cheng Siqi a good beating, he casually took out two golden locks made of leg hair from his sleeves, gave them to Mr. Gui, and said, "As for those little Young master...too young, boring, pick a wild new chick, and send a few more cans of wound medicine."

Mr. Gui was overjoyed to accept the golden locket, and when he heard Wuyan's request, he thought to himself that he understood Wuyan's meaning.

He thought to himself, it really is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, this young man looks good like Xiao Shuxuan, but Xinli turned out to be the one who tortured people to death on the bed.

Mr. Gui led Wuyan up to the second floor, and chose a private room in a lotus door at the corner. It was quiet and secluded. When the window was opened, one could faintly hear the erotic music coming from the pavilion.

Wu Yan sat on the edge of the soft couch, Mr. Gui rushed over to pour wine for Wu Yan.

While pouring, he said: "Young master, I dare not hide the truth... the young masters in our pavilion are all well-bred, obedient and well-behaved, if you want to look like a wild cat, you have to be uneducated. But like this, the little old man would not dare to bring it up to catch your eye..."

Wu Yan picked up the wine glass, sniffed the aroma of the wine, but refused to drink it. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Gui, and saw that the hair on his legs was like dung, and threw a handful of golden pickles on the table, and said slowly: "I heard that before For a few days, the House of Cheng Zhifu has been ruined..."

Mr. Gui pulled his eyeballs from the pile of gold scorpions, immediately understood, and asked tentatively, "You mean that Young Master Cheng?"

Insatiable silent smile.

Who came to your dog's place if it wasn't Young Master Cheng?

Seeing Wuyan acquiescing, Mr. Gui immediately felt sore, and said with a sad face: "My son, it's not that the little old man doesn't do things, but that this young master Cheng is not a good person. He entered our Ruanhong Pavilion so much. Time and time, it’s not that people who haven’t heard of this matter come to someone, but it’s useless for anyone to come in vertically and go out horizontally! Just tonight, the eldest son of Liu Yuanwai’s family had his legs broken by the young master. When I carried it out, I howled so loudly that I could hear it all over the street..."

Wuyan covered the corners of his mouth with his wine glass, wanting to laugh a little.

Even if they have no memory and no cultivation base, these violent iron lumps of their sword repairs are not easy to provoke.Sect Master Cheng Shao looked as weak as Jiaohua with his current appearance, but he might not be sure if he went crazy.

"He's fallen into prostitution now, but he's nothing more than a shepherd. You can't deal with the mess like this?" Wu Yan asked with raised eyebrows, pretending to be puzzled.

Mr. Gui sighed: "Young Master, you must have just come to Huaiyang, right? You don't know, although the Cheng family has fallen, but the original Mrs. Cheng, who is the mother of Young Master Cheng, has prospered. She has become the new wife of the national teacher. Although it is said that this lady sold Young Master Cheng into our pavilion because she was afraid of the national teacher's unhappiness, but it is mother and son, where is the blood, and you have to be cautious when it comes to beating and punishing A bit...but judging from what mother He means, even if you really beat him to death, maybe you won't get into any trouble, but who would be willing to throw away such a good money tree?"

Didn't it mean that Xuanjianzong spent a lot of money on secret treasures, choosing thousands of treasures, and chose an excellent background and fate for Young Master Cheng?Is it the lucky fate of being sold into a brothel by one's own mother?

Hearing this, his teeth ached, and he thought of the half-shattered fate card in the Disciple Pavilion of Xuanjianzong, so he calculated the time.The shattering of the life card almost coincided with the defeat of the Cheng family.

Could it be that someone... changed Cheng Siqi's life?

Realizing that this mission has become much more difficult, Wuyan couldn't help feeling a little restless.

However, he never knows what it is to give up halfway when he does things.What's more, he clearly knew Cheng Siqi's miserable state, and he just let it go. He never tires of thinking that he is cold by nature, but he can't do such a thing. Those clear and phoenix eyes... shouldn't be like him. Generally, blinded by blood light.

Insatiable lowering his eyes to cover the thoughts in his eyes, he said in a low voice: "According to you, Young Master Cheng is very skilled, so why would you let you beat and scold him and still not run away?"

"That's different."

Mr. Gui showed a hint of complacency on his face, "The nursing homes in our pavilion are all retired from the army. How can those weak young masters compare? Two fists are hard to beat four hands. No matter how powerful he is, Can you still beat this group of strong men in the yard?"

It was really a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by a dog.

Wu Yan sneered in his heart, with displeasure on his face: "Those guards are so strong, if they break someone, wouldn't this young master come in vain? If he caused trouble tonight, he must be beaten... This Take the money and go find a doctor to show him. When he is ready, he will be sent to me immediately, do you hear me?"

A large handful of golden scorpions turned into leg hairs was scattered on the table, Mr. Gui was blinded by the shake, and he was stunned.

"Listen, I heard..."

Insatiably pursed his lips, his originally gentle and smiling expression showed a stern sharpness, he looked coldly at Mr. Gui, and tapped his wine glass on the edge of the table: "Then why are you still standing there?"

Mr. Gui came back to his senses, his legs softened suddenly.

He has seen someone who changes his face when he disagrees with him, but he has never seen someone who is so scary when his eyebrows sink. The most famous doctor in Yangcheng, after two or three days, I will bring a well-bred young master to see you..."

Insatiable frowned.

Seeing this, Mr. Gui immediately shut up, picked up the golden locket, and tactfully retreated to make arrangements.

With a pair of trousers and hair on his legs, Mr. Gui thought he had made a lot of money. When he went out, he specially asked the doorman outside not to disturb you so blankly. Just pass the food and drinks to the outside room. Don't go in and disturb the quietness of the victim .

Even if Wuyan has lost his cultivation, he is no longer a mortal body. Sitting in the room, he can hear the voices outside clearly.

When the sound of footsteps outside was far away, he relaxed his expression and got up to close the door.

It's not too difficult for him to pretend to be a dandy, but it's still a little scary to deal with these rat-like people.

But Jindan was sealed, and Wuyan had to follow the rules of the world.

I gave Cheng Siqi the healing elixir before, and all the internal injuries were recovered, so I was afraid that the external injuries would suddenly heal, which would be eye-catching.Please doctor this time is also a cover, so as not to be seriously injured and still not dead, and be regarded as a monster.Moreover, since he has expressed his importance to Cheng Siqi in this way, Master Cheng Shao will not be beaten again.

Insatiable walked to the window, looked at the gurgling Nanhuai River under the window, closed his eyes, and waved away the haze of blood in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, I will start to save the manuscript box and send it to qwq regularly. If you don’t ask for leave, it will be updated. Refresh, baby, if there is no prompt, it may be that Ajin smoked.