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

"Well, I'll spank your ass."

Yan Ling patted Si Qi's buttocks again, casually lowered his eyes and smiled: "This time I'll just slap twice, and I'll make trouble next time, so as not to swell your buttocks, I'll write it upside down. Do you hear me?" ?”

The burning pain spread from the buttocks to the thighs and lower back. The two slaps really didn't leave any strength, almost making Si Qi's legs tremble.

He froze, and was about to burst into anger, but in the pain, there was a strange itching that rushed up from the tailbone, like an electric whip, and instantly made his legs go limp, and he knelt directly on Yanling. on the thigh.

Push your knees over your legs.

Si Qi's eyes widened for a moment: "I, I..."

"I hit you twice, you can't even get up?" Yan Ling was surprised, but the little monk's waist, which could be hugged by one arm, was too thin, which made him hesitate a bit, "Come on... I have a look."

"Don't look!"

As soon as Yan Ling's hand slid down the little monk's waist, he was thrown away by a strong force.

The little monk's face was flushed, his eyes were vacillating, and he seemed to be hiding a wave of anxiety and panic. He took advantage of the time when Yan Ling let go and quickly pushed him away, and crawled out of the bed, bent slightly and stretched the front of the monk's robe, saying: " I... I have to do my homework, the master assigned... I will copy the scriptures for a while, you, you go to bed first."

Yan Ling didn't move, but looked at the little monk with inquiry in his eyes, "Homework?"

Si Qi nodded hurriedly, walked to the back of the table in the dark, and went to light the candlestick.

After lighting it twice but failing to light it, he clearly felt Yan Ling's gaze projected over him, his heart was beating wildly, he forced himself to settle down, lit the candle, then flipped through the bookshelf pretending to be calm, and pulled out a book. "The Shurangama Sutra".

Grinding and washing pens, there are already rolls of white paper at hand.

The little monk unfolded the paper, pursed his lips slightly, pressed the paperweight on the paperweight in a correct posture, and began to copy the scriptures.

If one ignores his uncontrollably shaking wrists more and more violently, and his spider-like handwriting, he can really be regarded as upright and dignified, with a touch of Buddhist temperament.

Yan Ling got off the bed quietly, and walked closer, but found that the little monk was staring at the scriptures full of scriptures with his head down, not paying attention to him at all.

He laughed, raised his hand from behind, and held Si Qi's trembling hand holding the pen: "How old did you learn to write, and you can't even hold the pen steady? It's okay, I won't tease you anymore, lie back and sleep..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the wrist in his palm shaking even more violently, and a scorching heat came from the thin wrist bone, which made him almost unable to hold it.

As soon as he lowered his head, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the little monk's situation at this time.

"you……"

Si Qi seemed to be startled by the sudden approaching strange aura, his fingers on the table tightened suddenly, and he scratched a stack of papers.

Thin beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose and the corners of his forehead, his lips were pursed tighter and tighter, and the blush on his cheeks wet the corners of his eyes, revealing a very strong color.

He wanted to ask Yan Ling to stay away, but he was afraid that his mouth would reveal an embarrassing voice, so he raised his beautiful red phoenix eyes and looked at Yan Ling pleadingly.

Yan Ling's heart suddenly trembled.

Calmly, he avoided the moist eyes looking over at him, wiped the little monk's cheeks with his fingers, wiped off the dripping sweat, and then stretched out his hand to lift him up from the chair.

Si Qi was so frightened that his whole body dissipated a little, he hugged Yan Ling's neck tightly, and said nervously: "Little, little monk will not break the precepts! No, no, no..."

Before he could speak clearly, his pants were roughly ripped off, and with a slap, his entire butt was stuffed into a puddle of warmth.

"what……"

The scorching heat above cooled down in an instant, the little monk was stunned, and looked down, and found that he was sitting in a wooden basin filled with cold wash water with his bare buttocks.

"This is the washbasin!" Si Qi realized with belated reaction, his face turned green.

"Change to a new one."

Yan Ling picked up a chair with a half-smile and sat down in front of him, "Are you sober? Soak it well, the water is not too cold, and the pink mist you inhaled should not be too much, soak for a while before getting up. I advise you not to Disturb... This basin stand is old, I can't help buttocks from you."

The little monk's blushing complexion faded a bit, and he realized that soaking his buttocks in cold water was really effective, so he stopped trying to jump off.

"Otherwise, help me get some well water, I'll flush..."

It's too shameful to be scrutinized with such bare buttocks and open legs. Si Qi moved his legs uneasily and looked at Yan Ling eagerly.

"I'm tired."

Yan Ling didn't even change into his own clothes, so he put on the red dress jacket that Si Qi took, and put on trousers underneath. I want to see your embroidery needles and soak yours. You have been tossing around in the middle of the night, are you afraid that nothing will happen again?"

The little monk loved to toss about, but he also knew the priorities, so he didn't dare to make any more requests, and obediently sat in the wooden basin with his legs hanging in the air.

The hoarse voice recovered a bit, Si Qi glanced at Yan Ling, lowered his voice and said, "Master Yan, are you pretending to be stupid? You see, you don't remember the faults of villains, but you forgot about my pile of collections." ..."

"It's not an act."

Yan Ling interrupted him, his expression condensed slightly, "I'll tell you about this, if you dare to speak out, you will be beaten until you can't get out of bed for three days."

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I will definitely not speak out, I am very strict with my mouth."

Yan Ling squinted his eyes, looked at the hourglass on the cabinet, and said, "From midnight onwards, I have one hour of freedom to return to normal, just like now. But except for this one hour, the rest of my Wisdom...or a little more mysterious, my soul is like being locked in this body. I can only look at the things around me, but I can't speak or respond. Some small movements can be done, but too many no."

The little monk frowned: "If it's not a disease, have you asked a warlock to see it?"

Yan Ling shook his head: "It's useless. You don't have to think about it for now, at least you and I can't do anything about it. Someone is plotting against you and me tonight, so be more careful in the future. I will entrust you to take care of me during the day."

His eyes moved slightly, and Si Qi touched his chin: "Then I want you to show me a dress once."

"Is your butt not hurting anymore?"

Yan Ling glanced at his legs coldly, the little monk hurriedly covered it with his hands, and stopped talking, but his eyes rolled, wondering what he was thinking about.

The time was coming, Yan Lingyang couldn't find any tricks, so he lay back on the bed.

Quiet in the room.

The heat from Si Qi's body slowly disappeared, and he was drowsy from the soak.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a chill, rubbed his eyes, carefully pulled his butt out of the washbasin, and wiped it dry.

When he was putting on his trousers, he paused, turned his head to look at the glasses, and sure enough, he saw a circle of red marks around his waist and hips, as if he had been bitten by a monster, and the marks were still deep.

Climbing onto the bed with two numb legs, the little monk angrily got into the bed and pushed Yan Ling to the side.

"A grudge..."

Si Qi pinched Yan Ling's face in the hazy darkness, turned his back to him and closed his eyes.

But after a while, he opened his eyes again, got up with lingering fear, checked all the windows in the room, made sure they were closed, and turned on the bed again.

Only this time, the little monk pulled back the quilt, wrapped himself and Yan Ling tightly together lightly, and quietly pulled Yan Ling's hand to cover his back, then pulled off Yan Ling's collar, Burying his face in, he chuckled softly, "The thieves will chop off the big one first when they come in..."

As if relieved, the little monk nestled in Yan Ling's arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep, purring like a kitten.

Yan Ling opened his eyes, stared blankly at the little monk, then retracted them, and closed his eyes.

In the drowsy sleepiness, suddenly there was a loud noise.

"Brother Siguan!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

The thin window paper couldn't stop the shouting at all, Yan Ling glanced through the blue gauze curtain, the window was dimly lit, it should be still early, far from the time to ring the bell to wake up.

"very noisy……"

With his arms arched, the sleepy little monk rested his chin on his chest and slowly opened his eyes.

First he was taken aback, and then the thin-skinned little monk woke up with a start, his ears were reddish, he avoided Yan Ling's dull gaze, and quickly got out of bed, "I heard someone calling Siguan brother, maybe something happened, I'll go and see ...you continue to sleep."

Si Qi didn't care to wipe his face, put on his clothes and shoes, opened the door like burning his butt and went out.

Glancing at the half-open door, Yan Ling got up slowly, stepped on his shoes little by little, then slowly put on his inner coat, put on his outer shirt, and walked slowly to the door without going out.

The yard was playing lively.

Many monks of the Si generation lived in this small courtyard. There were three rows of huts, and most of them were open now. A dozen or so young monks gathered at the patio of the courtyard, scrambling to pull the two in the middle.

The two monks in the middle seemed to be past their weak crowns, and both of them were disheveled and their monk robes were messy.One of them didn't even wear pants, his face was pale, and he was in a trance. When someone pulled him away, he could vaguely reveal a large area of ​​blue and purple spots on the inside of his clothes. His eyes were fixed on the monk who was a few steps away, trembling with anger.

"Simian..."

The young monk named Siguan gritted his teeth, "I really misread you!"

Simian's face was blue and purple, his expression was ugly, he lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior Brother Siguan, I am obsessed with ghosts, I made a mistake, you want to beat and scold..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at Siguan as if he couldn't bear it, but at this moment, his eyes of self-blame and guilt suddenly froze.

"Beating and scolding?"

Si Guan calmed down his anger, closed his eyes, and said as calmly as possible: "What's the use of me beating you and scolding you? When the abbot and master wake up, let's go..."

"Simian!"

"Brother Siguan, be careful!"

Before the words were finished, a black shadow suddenly covered Si Guan's eyes.

Si Guan suddenly opened his eyes, but only had time to see a scarlet blood curtain suddenly shed, and some warm blood spurted out and splashed on Si Guan's face.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Simian's face was close at hand, stained with blood, and half of his head was smashed open by an ax he picked up at some point in his hand, almost cutting off half of his head.

The stream of red and white poured out, dripping down the monk's robe.

Simian's body shook twice, fell down, and the ax in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Si Guan stood there blankly.

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, followed by screams and uproar.

Si Qi staggered to the door, but saw Yan Ling standing inside the door, his expression of disbelief suddenly disappeared, and he quickly stretched out his hand to push Yan Ling, and said in a low voice: "You, why did you come out? Go in quickly... No, it's nothing... yes, the brothers are just kidding around..."

Just kidding, killing people?

Yan Ling didn't speak, but at the moment Si Qi approached, he seemed to inadvertently raised his finger and hooked it, and knocked off the little rabbit jade pendant that the little monk had casually hung on his clothes.

With a bang, the jade fell to the ground and shattered.

Si Qi didn't pay attention to Yan Ling's movements, and was startled: "This is a gift from Senior Brother Si Yuan..."

He was about to tidy up angrily, but he heard someone calling him behind him, so he had to stuff Yan Ling into the door first and close the door.

"Yes, I am!" The little monk ran away.

Yan Ling stood inside the door, and through a narrow crack in the door, he saw Siyuan hidden behind the shadow of the window in the squatter room opposite.

Siyuan quietly watched the dumbfounded Siguan and the blood all over the ground in the courtyard, raised his hand to stroke the two wounds on his face, and smiled.He noticed a line of sight, stopped smiling, and looked at the half-closed door across the entire yard.

eye contact.

Yan Ling's face was expressionless, and he moved his feet slowly, the toes were slowly grinding, and then moved away, revealing the corpse of a slender bug, bloody and rotten.

It fell out of Siqi's jade pendant.

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