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

The illusory mist is plated up layer by layer.

The eyelids were stung by the thin and hazy red light, and they wanted to open them, but they couldn't lift them at all.

Gradually, the faint redness faded, and two old futons seemed to appear in front of my eyes.

Yan Ling opened his eyes slightly, and found that he was sitting on one of the futons with his head bowed respectfully and solemnly, staring intently at the palm of the monk opposite.

The face of the monk on the opposite side was blurred, but he could see the white beard hanging down to his chest, and a red and gold cassock.

Holding a jade slip in his hand, he sighed in his voice, "Do you really want to choose this path?"

Yan Ling felt his mouth open uncontrollably, and an unfamiliar voice replied, "I hope Master will help you."

The old monk put the jade slips in front of him, and said: "The path of cultivation is divided into seven realms: Qi refining, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, leaving the body, transforming the gods, and Mahayana. Step by step, every step is extremely difficult. But among them, it is most difficult to promote Jindan to Nascent Soul, and out of body to Huashen... The reason lies in the inner demon."

"There are countless monks in the cultivation world, and there are golden cores everywhere, but there are very few Nascent Souls. There are many out-of-body monks, but there are less than one or two who transform into gods."

The old monk sighed: "You are the most talented disciple under my teacher. If you follow the ordinary path, there are various ways for you to survive these two tribulations of inner demons, and at the worst, you can achieve the goal of becoming a god." .”

Hearing this series of words, Yan Ling's mind was in chaos, like messed up paste.

He vaguely realized that this was a dream, he couldn't control his words and deeds, he could only look at his body and spoke again, his tone was smiling, but he was extremely firm: "Master, your most outstanding disciple just becomes a transformation god, you can just become a god of transformation, and you can't do it anymore." Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Arrogance!" The old monk scolded with a smile.

However, Yan Ling continued to spit out words that he didn't understand at all: "The disciple has studied the history of the cultivation world for thousands of years, but found that in the past ten thousand years, more than half of the people who passed the tribulation and ascended did not take the usual path. There are seven or eight out of ten, when they were promoted from Jindan to Nascent Soul, they killed the inner demons. The disciples are not talented, and they are unwilling to become gods, so they want to try."

"Demons can escape, evade, or deceive, but you want to kill them."

The old monk stared at Yan Ling, smiled helplessly, and then slowly got up, "What you want to know is all in the jade slips, and they will be destroyed after reading them, so don't spread them out. You have trained so many amazing geniuses, if you really want to leave, then don't retreat."

The old voice faded away.

Yan Ling looked at the jade slip floating in front of him, subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it, and put it between his eyebrows——

The incomparably cool touch was like a slap on the forehead with a cold hand.A boundless thick fog suddenly rolled up in front of Yan Ling's eyes, completely engulfing this quiet Buddhist hall.

Deep in the thick fog, there seemed to be shouts coming from afar. Someone was knocking on his forehead and rubbing his face.

"Master Yan...Master Yan!"

"Young Master Yan? Ah Ling?...Xiao Lingling? Little beauty?"

In the dark room, the little monk moved the candlestick closer, looked at the sleeping boy's face on the bed by the yellow candlelight, gently pushed the boy's shoulder, and called out in a low voice.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, didn't move at all, and couldn't hear at all.

Seeing this, the little monk rubbed the boy's face with itchy hands, leaned into the boy's ear and shouted, "Master Yan, wake up! Wake up, beauty!"

Yan Ling's eyes opened silently, his dull eyes cast on the little monk who was playing vigorously.

The little monk raised his eyes with a smile, was startled, and almost knocked over the candlestick.After taking a few breaths, he stretched out his hand to pull up Yan Ling who was lying on the bed, his face flushed slightly, and he said embarrassedly: "Your face is so slippery... I didn't touch it on purpose, I accidentally... my hand stuck to it. It's..."

Being helped up by the young man with thin arms and legs, the bright candlelight came into his eyes, and Yan Ling felt a little bit out of the reality of the nightmare.

He had never had a dream, let alone such a bizarre dream.

Practice, monks, inner demons... Could it be that you think about it every day and dream at night?

Yan Ling thought in confusion, a piece of warm softness suddenly pressed against his cheek.

He was startled, rolled his eyes numbly, and saw that handsome monk in his teens was wiping his face with a wrung handkerchief.Whispering and talking to him in a low voice, it seemed that he didn't care if he, a fool, could understand or not.

"Master sent the guests away, and I'll see you when I'm free."

After wiping Yan Ling's face, Si Qi took his hand again, "Your sick master doesn't know if there is any way... Your clothes are soaked through, and I haven't seen the material before, so I don't know how to wash them." , still laying on the chair, alas, you don’t know if I ask you... Come, I’ll comb your hair again.”

Speaking of hair, the little monk's eyes seemed to suddenly brighten a lot.

He took a wooden comb and straightened Yan Ling's black hair bit by bit, then untied a jet-black hair rope from his wrist, copied the hair, and tied it directly. up.

"Sigh, your skills are mediocre, so you'll just get by." The little monk stroked Yan Ling's hair, smiling complacently, not at all humble.

Yan Ling stared intently at his face, still unresponsive.

After tidying up, Si Qi pulled Yan Ling out of the room, picked up the lantern, and went straight to the Zen room in front.

The abbot of Zhaowen Temple was empty, and the master received a friend during the day, so he didn't meet the young master from Yan's house immediately, but directly ordered Siqi to take Yanling to take a bath and rest, and see you later .This break lasted from noon to night.

There are few lights in the temple.

Many monks have already fallen asleep, and the lights in many fasting rooms are all extinguished.Only the meditation room in the small courtyard was still dimly lit, and two figures were vaguely reflected on the window paper, one kneeling and the other sitting.

Si Qi didn't seem to expect that there would be other people there, he was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock on the door: "Master, this disciple brought Master Yan to come."

The sitting crooked figure moved, "Come in."

Siqi pushed the door open and brought Yan Ling in across the threshold carefully. After taking two steps closer, he found that the gray cassock of the kneeling man on the ground was stained with a large amount of blood, like blood plums scattered all over the ground. Bright and dazzling.The man turned his face when he heard the sound, making Siqi's eyelids twitch.

"Brother Siyuan?"

Yan Ling also saw the slender figure kneeling, the man turned his face, and there were two extremely long, hideous wounds on one side of his face, oozing blood.

Si Yuan glanced at Si Qi, then lowered his head again.

The little monk was stunned, and hurriedly saluted and said: "Master, what's wrong with Senior Brother Siyuan? The wound on his body... If he doesn't treat it quickly, it may leave scars."

Hearing this, before Master Kong could speak, Siyuan smiled first: "What I want is to leave scars."

His expression became a little gloomy, "Junior Brother Siqi, it was because I was not strong-willed. When I went down the mountain, I was bewitched by the monster and almost broke the precept. But fortunately, the monster is lustful and attaches great importance to appearance. I accidentally hurt my face, but I completely came to my senses." There are so many monsters and ghosts in the world, and the insidious and treacherous schemes are hard to guard against. I have been taught this lesson seriously."

"Demon? Where is it?" Si Qi asked curiously.

He knew that his master was a legendary warlock, but he had never seen the so-called demon.

Master Kong said: "Okay, curiosity kills people, Siqi, be more honest."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Siyuan, and said, "Siyuan, go down first. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and there is nothing good about it, but you still have to be punished. Go to the empty room in the back mountain and copy the scriptures for a hundred days."

"Yes, Master." Siyuan bowed his head in agreement, got up and prepared to leave.

When walking past Si Qi, Si Yuan paused, took out a small peanut-sized jade rabbit from his sleeve, handed it to Si Qi, and said with a smile: "Brother went down the mountain this time, and my birthday was delayed. This jade pendant Just treat it as a belated birthday gift, and I hope my junior brother will not be disgusted."

"Thank you, brother."

Si Qi glanced blankly, and seeing that he had no objection, he took the jade pendant, smiled and rolled his eyes.

Yan Ling glanced at the jade pendant from the corner of his eye, and felt that the rabbit's eyes seemed too red, as if they could drip blood.But he couldn't speak, and he couldn't do much movement, so he looked away.

After Siyuan left, there were only three people in Yanling left in the meditation room.

Master Kong got up, walked to Yan Ling, took his pulse, pondered for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "There is no cure for Guo Fei disease. But this constitution... no wonder the old monk of Daxiangguo Temple will give you Such an order...'The root of wisdom is deep, and the extreme of wisdom will be hurt', but the Yan family is reluctant to let you be ordained and become a monk, alas."

Si Qi looked at Kong Kong and said, "Master, can't even you cure Master Yan's illness?"

Master Kong shook his head: "It can't be cured. As a teacher, he can't even tell what kind of disease he has, so what can he use to treat it? Since Mrs. Yan sent him here, she must also know the ability of being a teacher, and did not Don't ask for a cure for Young Master Yan's illness. Anyway, he didn't come to treat illnesses in the first place."

He smiled helplessly, and said empty-handedly: "Siqi, since you picked him up, let's arrange for him to go to the room next to yours. I will temporarily spare you the work of carrying water and chopping firewood for a few days, and take care of Yan first." Master."

A playmate came, and he didn't have to do any work. Si Qi, who had already had enough of a bunch of sour monks, smiled happily, and hurriedly took Yan Ling to settle down.

Kong Kong knew the true nature of this little apprentice, and when he saw this, he frowned and said: "Don't be so naughty and bully Young Master Yan."

"I know well, Master!"

Responding casually, the little monk dragged the boy and ran away without a trace.

"The door is not closed!"

Kong was so angry that he laughed, walked to the door and closed the door, blocking the gust of night wind, "The Yan family is also in chaos... It's a troubled time for a monk to come to the world."

The figures of two teenagers walked through the corridor.

Yan Ling was dragged by the arm of the young monk awkwardly, and turned into the small courtyard where he slept before.

The little monk sent him back to the bedroom, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Young Master Yan, don't sleep yet, wait for me for a while."

After finishing speaking, the little monk ran out in a hurry, listening to the sound, he returned to his own room next door.

Yan Ling didn't intend to go to bed immediately.

I slept very deeply in the afternoon, and even though I had a dream later, I was not tired.He didn't feel sleepy at the moment, his dull and empty eyes rolled, looked at the hourglass on the cabinet, and calculated in his heart that it would be midnight in less than a quarter of an hour.

When the time comes, he can break free from the cage again and gain a short period of freedom.

"crunch-"

The door was pushed open again, the young monk squeezed in with a big burden in his arms, closed the door behind his back, and put down the latch extremely cautiously.

He threw the bundle on the bed, closed the windows one by one, and then ran to the bedside, huddling with Yan Ling, "Master Yan, come, let me show you my collection."

Yan Ling turned his gaze.

Seeing that Siqi opened up the big bundle, a pile of colorful clothes were scattered on the bed without restraint.The bright red tulle satin dress on the top was the most eye-catching, and it almost didn't make Yan Ling's cold face twitch.

The little monk seemed to like this red dress very much. He picked it up and compared it to Yan Ling, and said happily, "Master Yan, what do you think of this one? You look white, and the red dress looks best... But it’s my favorite one, and it took a lot of medicinal materials to get it from Ling’er!”

Yan Ling, who hadn't looked at the little monk for a while, finally couldn't help but fix his eyes on Si Qi's face.

In this world... there are such monks?Why didn't his master break his leg?

Glancing at the hourglass on the cabinet, seeing that the ion time was not too far away, Yan Ling collected himself and ignored the sick little monk.

But he let the little monk go.The little monk was unwilling to let him go.

Si Qi was stared blankly by Yan Lingzhi, but she was not afraid.He looked at Yan Ling on the spot for a while, then suddenly moved closer, and raised his hand to untie Yan Ling's belt.

Yan Ling's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, Si Qi swiftly pulled off his belt, took off his outer shirt, and even tore the knot of his inner coat.

These movements are flowing like clouds and flowing water, extremely fast, and it seems that they have been conceived in their minds countless times.

The dark clothes slid open, revealing a chest with a clear texture like a white jade brick.

Si Qi's hand to pull Yan Ling's trousers suddenly stopped, and his heart beat like a fire.

He quietly moved back a bit, not letting himself get too close to the chest, and then concentrated on lowering his head to take off Yan Ling's pants. While taking off, he took a peek at Yan Ling's dull expression, and whispered: "Do you want to kiss each other?" , but men and women should not be counted...I helped you change your lunch clothes..."

After a few strong words of defense, maybe he couldn't understand it, so he had no choice but to shut up.

Taking off Yan Ling's trousers and shoes, and stripping off his clothes, Si Qi took the red skirt while talking about how men and women are amiable, squatted between Yan Ling's legs, and tied the skirt for him with great effort. .

But although he has a lot of collections, he has never played with any of them, and even after tinkering with them for a long time, he still can't tie them well.

Seeing sweat on his forehead, the little monk also became discouraged, wrinkled his face, and decided to give Yan Ling a coat first.

"It's so hard to wear..."

The little monk half-kneeled on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and held Yan Ling's arm into his sleeve, and said with a headache.

As soon as the words were said, the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass. When the hour came, a chuckle suddenly sounded in Si Qi's ears, accompanied by a warm breath: "That's because you are clumsy."

Si Qi turned his head abruptly: "You..."

Before the words could be spoken, a hand covered his mouth and nose, and he was pushed directly into the bed.

A burst of intense red suddenly spread across the eyes, Siqi's body sank, and his limbs were firmly pressed into the quilt.

Just as he was about to scream and struggle, a body rolled up, the soft long hair brushed against the tip of his eyes, and the handsome, almost aggressive face approached, rubbed against his side face, and stopped at the side of his neck.

"Shh..."

Yan Ling's voice was extremely low, "The window is open."

Si Qi was startled, followed Yan Ling's words subconsciously, turned his eyes, and looked at the window through the gaps in his loose hair, and saw that the window that he had tightly closed before had opened a small crack at some point.

A pitch-black eye appeared behind the slit, hiding a treacherous malice, peeking in.

It seemed that he saw the scene in the bed, and the malice in his eyes became excited.

It dodged to one side, and then a slender bamboo tube pierced in, blowing out a faint powder mist.

The bamboo tube was withdrawn, Si Qi blinked, and saw that the gap was gone, and the window was tightly closed as if it had never been opened.

He felt chills in his heart when he saw it, and for a moment he couldn't care about the fact that Yan Ling was suddenly not stupid, but he stared at Yan Ling with wide eyes.

"Ghost um... umh!"

Yan Ling didn't let go, raised his body, and said, "It's not a ghost, and I don't know what it is. I only have one hour of freedom, don't waste it, get up and go to your room."

Si Qi was taken aback, not knowing what to think of, his face turned red instantly.

Yan Ling ignored him, the powder mist just now knew it was not a good thing, the most important thing was to change the room as soon as possible.

He got up, picked up Cheng Siqi like a child, and held him in his arms, fearing that he would yell like a fly and cause unnecessary trouble.

The door was opened a crack, Yan Ling looked out and saw nothing unusual, so he quickly went out and walked into the next door.

Without lighting a candle, Yan Ling threw the little monk who was writhing in his arms onto the bed in the dark, pressed down with his leg, and before he could speak, he heard the little monk cautiously say, "That...Master Yan, you Is it the Great Immortal Fox Demon? I, I am still young, Yuan Yang is immature... Can you let me go first..."

What kind of jokes are on my mind!

Yan Ling was about to laugh angrily, originally he just wanted to teach this shameless little monk who could bully fools casually, but looking at it now, he still had to give him a serious lesson.

Thinking in this way, Yan Ling stretched out his arms and put them around Si Qi's waist, then lifted up his gray monk robe, and slapped the restless little buttocks.

"You, you spank my ass!"

The author has something to say: update tomorrow in the morning

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Gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and leather shoes, a tear mole at the corner of the eye, when looking sideways, there is a faint smile on the corner of the lips.

An Ran wears the skin of a gentleman, under which lies darkness and silt.

Gentle, elegant and restrained.

Despicable, arrogant, insidious.

Putting on a golden mask, putting on a magnificent crown, the hypocrite kisses the ring of power between his pale fingers, lifts his head, and smiles brightly at all beings.

—A Feast for the Villainous, a Carnival for the Wretched.

PS: In fact, it is a clichéd story of a hypocrite traveling to various worlds of abusive literature to slap his face and attack him

Before abuse——

Slag Gong: Even if I look for a mistress, a substitute, scandal-ridden, and a green hat on my head, I won't fall in love with you! !

After abuse——

Slag Gong: ...

An Ran: Is it fragrant^_^

Slag Gong: It smells so good!

① Goofy clichéd quick wear, 1v1, being abused in the early stage, then stabbed with a backhand in the later stage, making the scumbag scream

②Calm and calm, the actor is attacked by x's real card