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

The head was lightly pressed, and the slightly callused fingers ran through the hair and wiped the soft ears.

Cheng Siqi drooped his ears, and while pulling out some wound medicines that he wanted forever from the lattice cabinet next to the soft couch, he said, "You know me, so you should know about me, right? My father was the previous magistrate of Huaiyang, My mother is his only first wife, and I am the only son..."

Of course, Wuyan couldn't say he didn't know anything, so he just said "um" casually, and wait for the next article.

"I know you... have great supernatural powers, but you still need to take the medicine." Cheng Siqi held the medicine bottle and moved to Wuyan's side, lifted his cassock, looked at the wound on his shoulder and neck, a trace of pity and guilt flashed across his face .

He glanced tirelessly, "I'll twist a handkerchief for you..."

Using elixir to treat this kind of minor injury would be overkill, so Wu Yan didn't refuse Master Cheng Shao's hospitality. While watching him busy with a fluffy white fox tail, he urged: "Then what?"

"Not then."

Cheng Siqi applied medicine to Wuyan's wound, with a focused expression, pursed his lips, and said, "It was before. When I was very young, I actually only had my mother. We lived in a small mountain village in Jianling, and my father was not a magistrate at that time. It was a well-known talent in the village. He was selected as a scholar at a young age and went to Beijing to rush for the exam. I heard from the villagers that when my father was going to Beijing, my mother was already pregnant. Father went to Beijing..."

Farming and Reading House sounds good.

Although many of Xuanjianzong's sword repairs are iron bumps that cannot be eaten by oil and salt, most of the time they are rare and reliable, and it is absolutely impossible to choose a bad background for their young suzerain.

So... what happened to it?

Wu Yan tapped his knees with his fingers, listening to the soft and sweet voice of the young man who was close at hand, thinking quietly.

"Father failed the exam the first time, so he sent him to study in the capital. After another three years, he was named on the gold list."

Cheng Siqi's voice paused, then lowered a bit, "I'm also four years old at this time, originally my mother wanted to take me to Beijing to find my father, but unexpectedly, the night before I left, there was a heavy rain in the mountains, and a Flood...the whole village was flooded, my mother took me all the way to escape, in order to let me have a full meal, she knelt down in front of someone's stall and kowtowed..."

Insatiable narrowed his eyes slightly.

Is this Mrs. Cheng such a person?

Cheng Siqi's voice continued, "After we finally entered Beijing, we found out that my father was sent far away to be an official... Mother saved some money by doing work for others, so we went to find my father again. Everyone persuaded my mother not to look for it. My father is so prosperous, why would he want a wife who is a mess? But my mother refused to listen and kept looking for it. Until a few years ago, we finally found Huaiyang..."

Standing up straight and wrapped in gauze, Cheng Siqi blinked lightly, and some inexplicable light flickered across it.

"Father was very happy to see us. For so many years, he never married again, nor did he take concubines. Instead, he asked around for news about us. When I arrived in Huaiyang, I became a veritable son of the prefect. Food... my parents are dear, and my family is complete, so I feel that I have nothing more to ask for."

Cheng Siqi's voice paused, raised his hand to tie a knot on the gauze on Wuyan's shoulder, and his tone sank, "Until that day, I met a neighbor from the former Jianling Village on the street..."

The fellow who escaped from the disaster and wandered here is his partner from the neighboring village who once played with him.

But after many years, one of the little dolls who had fought water fights in a puddle grew up to be a handsome and handsome magistrate, and the other turned into a poor beggar on the street waiting to die.

Seeing the situation of his childhood playmate, Cheng Siqi felt pity for his friend when he cried and complained, and casually donated some money to him, but he didn't want to, so he got stuck with a bug that couldn't be shaken off.

The bedbug got cheap and refused to let the young master go.

But Cheng Siqi is not a bad woman with a benevolent heart, he will not give him a dime, and directly throws him out.

The bug clawed at the door frame, gnashing its teeth and shouting: "Little bastard! Do you really think you are a magistrate? Your mother was clearly slept by a monster in the mountains, and gave birth to such a vile monster like you! When you were born, the thunder of the sky killed you. Half of the back mountain was burned, and there was still hair on his body..."

Cheng Siqi was taken aback, then roughly tore off a piece of the robe corner, stuffed it into the beggar's mouth, and said in a deep voice, "Throw it out, and hit it every time you see it!"

The beggar struggled and was thrown out the back door.

Cheng Siqi was so angry that he didn't look good until the evening.

He has always been a person who can't hold back things. When Mrs. Cheng asked, he said everything.

"What kind of strange powers and chaos, dare to come to arrange mother!" Cheng Siqi said angrily, "It's a pity that he was the only companion who was willing to play with me when I was young. I can't imagine that he has become like this!"

His mother was sitting on the edge of the kang, embroidering a purse with her head down, as if frightened by Cheng Siqi's anger, the embroidery needle accidentally pricked her hand.

Cheng Siqi hurriedly kept silent, looking for a golden sore medicine for Mrs. Cheng: "Mother, it's all my fault, I scared you..."

Mrs. Cheng raised her gentle and beautiful face, and smiled softly: "It's okay, Qi'er. Those people are just trying to be aggressive. We were orphans and widows back then, and there was no one reliable around us. How could we not be arranged by someone?" ? Don’t take it seriously, you’ve ruined your body with anger.”

"Speaking of which, what do you think of the Qian family's concubine..."

"Mom, I don't want to get married..."

The voice turned like this.

However, a few days later, Cheng Siqi heard from some people that the five villages near Jianling Mountain had been massacred by robbers, and he went to look for the beggar he threw out, but he couldn't find it anymore.

Jianling is not far from Huaiyang.

After the beginning of spring, Cheng Siqi went out to study, and went back to Jianling with his parents on his back.

There are few people around the mountain village where they used to live, full of abandoned and dilapidated thatched huts, and dark blood that has not dried up.

Desolate and lonely mounds, lonely and sad.

"That's where I saw the monster for the first time."

Cheng Siqi's gaze that was deep in memory turned to Wuyan's face, he and Wuyan sat on the edge of the bed, there was not much expression on their faces, but their eyes were piercing, "Have you ever seen a monster?"

The words came out, as if remembering something, and added half a sentence, "It's not about me, it's a real monster."

"Occasionally." Wu Yan replied.

Every time I fight against a demon cultivator, don't I want to see him.

Cheng Siqi whispered: "What I saw was a fox demon."

"He is very big, like a small hill. He saw me and said that I was related to him. I didn't believe it, so he told me that he was not a monster in this world. There are no monsters and ghosts in this world. After being chased and killed, I had no choice but to escape here, and then in order to heal my wounds, I had sex with a mortal woman who strayed into the deep mountains... That woman is my mother."

Insatiable raised his eyebrows slightly.

If this is heard by ordinary people, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.But Wuyan is a Jindan cultivator, even though he is not much better than ordinary people at the moment, he knows very well that if Cheng Siqi is really the child of the fox demon and Mrs. Cheng, he will never be incompatible, and still be half human and half demon.

The combination of a demon cultivator and a mortal, because the blood is too strong, will definitely give birth to a demon.

Half-human, half-demon... It's better to say... conceived rather than born.

Cheng Siqi might hide something, but he shouldn't lie.So there really is a black hand behind him, has he targeted Master Cheng Shao from the very beginning?

Wu Yan raised his hand and touched Cheng Siqi's head, seeing that he didn't intend to continue, he didn't ask him why his family was ruined overnight and he was sold here by his mother who he said was so envious.

Instead, he laughed and said, "Are you going to cry? If you dare to cry, I will pull my ears."

It's a bit joking, but more of a gentle tone that enters the heart.

Cheng Siqi's stiff body relaxed slightly, lowered his eyes, slowly moved his head, stuffed a fox's ear into Insanity's palm, and said softly: "You grab it... just, just report a little help first." Well... But, can you rub it for me after pulling it?"

Itchy palms.

A soft fur ear roguely drilled in, swept lightly from the fingertips, and rubbed from the palm of the hand to the inside of the wrist.

His fingers were slightly stiff and numb.

Wu Yan withdrew his hand, thinking to himself, are things like fox demons really sent by the Tao of Heaven to subdue them, Buddhist practitioners?Fluffy and used to act like a spoiled child, it is really disturbing.

"Shouldn't all life-saving favors be promised with your body?"

Standing up, he poured a cup of warm tea and handed it over, and Wuyan glanced at Sect Master Cheng Shao with a half-smile.

Cheng Siqi shook his hands and almost missed the teacup, "Aren't you a monk? How can you break the precept..."

Then you still seduced someone?

Insatiable slander, he held Cheng Siqi's hand and held the teacup in a funny way, "You're kidding. If our temple breaks the precepts, I'm afraid I'll die before you agree with me."

Cheng Siqi rinsed his mouth, took another sip of new tea, nodded and said: "I have heard some stories about capable people and strange people... You said earlier that you were entrusted by someone, can I ask who it is?"

"You can ask, but I can't answer." Wuyan replied with a rather rascal answer.

But it's also true.

After Xuanjianzong helped Cheng Siqi enter the mortal world, he could no longer pay attention to it. Similarly, Cheng Siqi could not pay attention to Xuanjianzong even if he did not leave this mortal world for a day.

The matter of fate is illusory, so one must be careful everywhere.

Cheng Siqi was choked, and stared at Wuhen for a while, as if a bit of the stinky, bald donkey's black and watery heart had been picked out from that smiling face like a spring breeze, Gululu drank a big mouthful of water, and said, "Monk."

After entering the initial room, Cheng Siqi never went out again.

In the next few days, Wuyan locked him inside, watched and protected him personally, and refused to let him go.

Although after going through this experience, Sect Master Cheng Shao saw that he got closer to him and lost a lot of defenses, but when Wu Yan asked if he wanted to leave with him, he still shook his head stubbornly.

But even though Wuyan asked, he didn't really want to leave.Because from Cheng Siqi's reaction, he vaguely guessed something - Cheng Siqi's inner demons might be in these things.Even if he can take Cheng Siqi away, he can't let him practice. It's better to solve the inner demon first, and then try to contact Xuanjianzong to see if this ill-fated entrance to the mortal world can end.

The two of them were in the same room, but they lived in peace.

Although Wuyan can't absorb any aura, it's better than nothing, and he still meditates every day, playing the role of a capable person who is sometimes serious and sometimes not serious in the eyes of Master Cheng Shao.

Cheng Siqi would often imitate him and meditate, but he never tires of letting him practice, for fear that Master Cheng Shao is really talented, if he builds a foundation and forms a demon pill, it will be over.So, Wuyan found a lot of books and let Cheng Siqi pass the time.

Nothing happened outside regarding Master Qin's death.

The policemen from the city came over quickly, seeing Master Qin's inhuman appearance, his heart pounded, he didn't dare to make a decision, and reported layer by layer.

It took a long time for this report, and the news gradually disappeared.

The first character room of Ruanhong Pavilion has become a forbidden area, no one dares to come in to chase away this strange man who has changed from a handsome nobleman to a bald and handsome monk, and they dare not go to find Cheng Siqi, lest they run into bad luck.

He respected him from afar, served the best meals three times a day, and prepared hot water and snacks from time to time, so he was careful.

Being bored in the room all day is unavoidably boring, and he has practiced tirelessly for many years, and he is already used to it, but Cheng Siqi is a young man full of curiosity.But since that day, he couldn't control his figure well, and he would show his fox tail from time to time, going outside to frighten people.I never tire of letting him go out, so I have to go out often, bring him some food and play, and tell some anecdotes.

Later, Wuyan realized that what he learned about Master Cheng Shao from Xuanjianzong's few words was too one-sided.

This little boy was wary at first sight, like a little wild leopard baring its teeth, but after getting acquainted with it, it really turned on its nose and face, wagging its fox tail every day to make trouble in front of his eyes, making him Even his fake gentle skin can't cover it.

On this day, his bald head was suddenly touched, and Wuyan opened his eyes as expected, facing Cheng Siqi's slightly narrowed Danfeng eyes, "Wuyan, I heard Mr. Gui downstairs yesterday say that there is a lot of people on Huichun Street. There is a store that sells hair made of thin black threads, which is very realistic, why don't you try it?"

Wuyi gave him a cool look: "It's too hot, it's cool to be bald."

"I want to eat the crystal glutinous rice porridge next door to the hair seller." Cheng Siqi didn't hesitate, squatted in front of him, looked up at him, "it's the one you bought last time."

"I don't think you are a vixen," Wu Yan said coldly as he got up to go out, "but a pig spirit."

Cheng Siqi didn't change his face, he lay down on the bamboo and jade mat and waved at him, turned over, pointed his butt at him, and wagged his tail.

Wuyan really wanted to whack this dog by the tail, and after silently reciting Wugen Tianshui several times before calming down, he closed the door with his backhand, printed a talisman, and went two streets away to buy ice porridge for Sect Master Cheng Shao.

The door was closed, only cicadas chirping one after another in the silence.

Cheng Siqi closed his eyes and lay on the mat where Wu Yan had just meditated, not long after, he heard a restrained and gentle knock on the door.

He opened his eyes and stared at the door for a moment, turned over, clenched the Buddhist beads in his palm, and walked slowly towards the door, with a suppressed and low voice: "Today is only the seventh day of the lunar new year, and it hasn't arrived yet..."

Before finishing this sentence, a familiar and soft female voice came from the other side of the door.

"Qi'er, it's mother."

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