Sangsang didn't realize where this poem was better, and felt it was worse than the poem he wrote to Ning Que to kill people. And she remembered that this monk had been in the Astronomy
The door was blocked by the enlightened hand. He did not hide the obsession and fanatical possession on his face. He looked at Sangsang and said excitedly: "In order to allow you to follow me freely to wander around the ends of the world and watch the tide rise and fall, and flowers bloom and fade, I
I promise you that I will definitely kill your young master in the shortest time.”
Hearing this sentence, Sangsang turned around and looked at his face seriously.
Wudao looked at the little maid's serious expression and became more intoxicated. He reached out his hand to touch her face.
As his fingertips approached his slightly dark face, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the transparent, clean and addictive smell of Sangsang's body was seeping into his body. His breathing was a little rapid, and he said very seriously: "I've been in my life."
Never met a woman so excited by this, you must be mine." When he said this, his expression was serious and dignified, without any greedy and obsessive expression. His ragged monk robe was still exposed by Feng Nan.
Chen, however, every pore on Qingjun's face seemed to be flowing with fanatical body fluids, and every word seemed to be emitting a smell in the wind.
Sangsang took a step back, avoiding the wet and slippery fingers like a poisonous snake letter, and looked at the monk's slightly raised crotch. There was no disgusting feeling on his face, and he turned around and reached out to take a basin.
The wooden basin is yesterday's vegetable washing water, which is specially stored for flushing the toilet.
The old man slipped back to the backyard and took out the basin of water and waited calmly.
Sangsang took the pointed basin, raised his arms, and poured it hard in front of him.
With a whistle.
This basin of dirty water mixed with mud and gravel poured on Yu Dao, pouring him from head to toe to soak. Two yellow and smelly leaves of rotten vegetable drooped on his shiny bald head, and his face was dignified and serious.
Suddenly, it stuttered.
With a bang, the wooden door of Lao Bizhai was tightly closed.
Zhudao, who was soaked all over, stood beneath the stone steps. After a long time, he woke up and reached out to wipe away the water with the smell of mud on his face, slowly picked off the two rotten vegetable leaves on his head, and gradually looked on his solemn face.
A smile appeared.
When he met Sangsang twice, he did not hide his excitement and fanaticism, but at this time he was dripping with a basin of water, which made him feel cold and cold. The smile on his face finally showed the first time a cold and indifferent smell appeared.
.
Because Zhu Dao was very sad and angry, he didn't understand why this little maid treated him like this. He wanted to please her and wanted to include her in the room and cherish her well on the brocade quilt. Is there anything wrong?
Shouldn't you feel honored and then fainted happily? Do you actually dare to splash water on me?
However, the more this happened, he became more interested in Sangsang. With a cold smile, the heart that wanted to possess the other party and damage the other party's clean breath became more and more rapid and excited.
The Yulong Gang members who had been monitoring Lin47 Alley, noticed the movements of Lao Bizhaitao, and several men in green came over, surrounded Zudao in the middle, lowered their voices and said coldly: "There are all people living in this shop.
Fourth Master’s friend, if you, a monk, don’t want to see tomorrow’s sun, leave immediately and never come back.
The love monk enlightened the Tao comes from an unknown place, and there are no people in the world who care about these worldly marquis. It’s just that the dragons and tigers are hidden in Chang'an City, and the strong men of the Tang Empire emerged. Even he dared not be too presumptuous. It was not yet night, and there were many people in the alley.
There are many inconveniences when pointing fingers.
After he was silent for a moment, he looked at the shop through the wooden door and smiled softly and said, "I will come back."
After saying this, he ignored the Yulong Gangs wearing green clothes, green pants and green shoes, Qingnan monk robe, turned around and walked indifferently outside Linfoseven Alley. The monk's clothes were swaying lightly, and the straw sandals fell down.
A long time of dead leaves.
The shadows falling from the branches of the bare winter tree cover his calm face
On the night of climbing on the second floor of the academy, Master Yan Se burned the monk's sleeves and temporarily left Chang'an to travel to the southern mountains. He has been away from Tang for several months, and he has rarely seen anyone else.
He didn't know what happened after spring. He didn't know who the little maid who made him unforgettable and excited was. He didn't even know who Ning Que was, but he just kept remembering a guy named Zhong Dajun.
The coldness of spring is getting deeper and deeper, and time will always dilute many things, such as fear, enlightenment and courage to return to the territory of Tang, and through some channels, Master Yan Se seems to be upset about some things recently, he thinks of the terrifying one.
The talisman master should not remember him, and his fear gradually faded, so he bravely came to the capital Chang'an.
Because he missed the little maid very much, he wanted to have the little maid very much, as if it was fate or opportunity. The day after he entered Chang'an City, he saw the other party and followed her all the way from the princess's mansion to Lin47 Lane.
It was hard to suppress his excitement and knocked on the wooden door of Lao Bizhai, and finally got a basin of dirty water and two rotten vegetables.
It's okay, the inner heat and inexplicable attraction cannot be extinguished by a basin of water.
He is the love monk Zudao. Since he left the Hanging Temple, he traveled around the world. Whether it is Yuelun or Southern Jin, countless ladies and jades from the family descended under him. How could he be frustrated when a little maid is facing a little maid?
Enlightenment smiled and walked in the alley under the winter trees. When he thought of his wish was about to be fulfilled, his mood was filled with joy and calmness.
The old man's eyes passed through the cabinet frame on the wooden door, looked at the back of the young monk walking towards the alley, and thought silently: "A lustful monk can actually feel the special part of Sangsang's body. The Hanging Temple is indeed extraordinary."
Walking back to the backyard, he found that the wooden basin containing the water was thrown into the corner. Sangsang did not continue to sit back to the table to eat, but squatted by the stove, looking at the weak but pure god at the tip of his fingers.
Hui was dazed.
"No more eating?" the old man asked.
Sangsang shook his head, flicked his fingers, and the dry firewood in the stove's eyes quickly burned, but she frowned.
The old man smiled and said, "There are people in Buddhism who are enthusiastic about dual cultivation, and the monk's crazy attitude is probably from this."
Sangsang ignored him and looked at the burning firewood in the stove with his chin. He was very careful to think about how to quickly improve his magical level. Her realm is too low at present, and the radius of Haotian that can condense is dim and weak, with power and
Ordinary fire is almost the same, and it is OK to ignite dry firewood, but it cannot deal with those powerful practitioners.
The old man looked at the firm expression on her little face and sighed and said, "Mental disorders are extremely unfavorable to practice."
Sangsang said softly without looking back: "He said he would kill the young master in the shortest time."
She never said anything or made any requests, but the old man understood why she was so eager to improve her status: she wanted to kill the young monk in the shortest time.
The old man looked at Sangsang's back and smiled, without saying anything.
The night just came, and the dusk was still in the west. It was during dinner that a small alley in the east of Chang'an City was quiet and deserted. The winter trees by the alley painted the dim sky into countless irregular small grids...
He withdrew his gaze from looking at the sky and smiled and prepared to move forward, but the next moment his pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a man at the entrance of the alley. His face was not clear in the dim light, but from his hunched body, he should be an old man. What made him feel like was... He didn't know when the old man appeared at the entrance of the alley.
Huodao was silent for a moment, walked towards the entrance of the alley, and saw his face clearly when he got closer. He found that he had seen this old man, in the shop in Linqiyiqiu Lane... The water left over from washing vegetables was
In the hands of this old man.
The old man standing at the entrance of the alley looked at him and smiled slightly, and said kindly: "You can see Sangsang's potential... you have good eyesight. Even among the younger generation of practitioners, you are the best."
Wudao raised his hand gently and slowly stroked his bald head. His movements were very cool, but he always felt that he could still touch those smooth water marks and the two wilted and rotten vegetable leaves, but he didn't want to do it.
What.
Because this person who is hunched over and looks like an ordinary old man is definitely not an ordinary person, because the other party can stop friends from the alley without notice because the other party knows what to walk in the practice.
After all, Zhudao is a proud young man. He thinks he is comparable to Prince Longqing, and he will never accept an unknown old man who comes to teach him and talks to him. He said proudly: "So her name is Sangsang. I know, you can leave.
”
The old man smiled and said, "I know you are from Hanging Temple."
Zhudao's expression changed slightly, but he didn't expect that the other party could see through Xingzang at a glance.
The old man said calmly: "There are very few disciples in Hanging Temple, and your realm is much worse than the seven thoughts of the past, so naturally I am not qualified to travel around the world on behalf of the temple, so I am a little confused about why you appear in the secular world."
No matter how stern his expression was, he did not expect that the other party would know so well about the Hangkong Temple. He even knew that Senior Brother Qi Nian had subconsciously slowed down and the tattered monk's robe on his body was dancing in the wind.
He looked at the old man and said in a deep voice: "Dianran knows that I am from an unknown place, why dares to block my way?"
The old man laughed and said, "The so-called unknowable is just a place where people don't know about the world. Once they are known, they can be known. Therefore, the name of the temple is actually something that has no power or meaning."
Listening to this, Enlightenment became more and more police-hateful, and he watched the old man remain silent.
"I'll say that in the Chang'an City you are, many people know about Hanging Temple and Zhishouguan, not to mention that the academy is at the foot of the mountain in the south of the city, so your origin is for the people in this city
It's nothing. It's just that Chang'an City has been distracted recently because of something. Yan Se has no time to pay attention to you and others don't care about you, so you can be so arrogant, otherwise you really think that the name of the Hanging Temple can be
Make Tang people frightened?”
The old man looked at him and continued, "That thing has something to do with me. It seems that it is mostly my responsibility to be able to act like this in Chang'an City. But I didn't expect that you would harass my female disciple."
Wudao vaguely guessed the identity of the old man. The hunched and thin body in his eyes suddenly became extremely tall. He suppressed the shock in his heart, lowered his body in a panic, and instantly changed his attitude, and said very politely: "Tao, this
I did something, I didn’t, I left immediately.”
The old man looked at him without saying anything.
The alley was quiet and the dead atmosphere lasted for a moment. The young monk vaguely understood something, his voice became hoarse, and he looked at the other party and said in a deep voice: "Even if you are a great figure in the Xiling Temple, I am a member of the Hanging Temple after all,
In addition, my master is a master in the temple. I heard that I met you by chance."
The old man still didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly
Zhudao felt that his body was so stiff that he suppressed the fear in his heart. He bit his tongue hard, making his mind more shrewd and calm, and said, "I admit that the Master of the Hang Kong Temple's preaching is not my master, he is me."
Father, I am his illegitimate son, so I left. Please give me mercy."
When the old man heard this silently, he shook his head slowly and said, "Rebelling from the temple and leaving Taoshan, then for me in this situation, my heart is out of ties and freedom. Don't talk about your father,
It was the resurrection of the Demon Sect, and the people from the three unknown places of Zhishouguan Academy of Hanging Temple arrived, and I can still ignore it."
The tattered monk's robe on Wudao was trembling slightly in the Ye Feng. He looked at the old man and asked, "How can you forgive some of my inadvertent mistakes?"
"Xiantao said that you have good eyesight and can see Sangsang's potential, but that's just the surface, because until now you still don't understand how important Sangsang is to me. When she frowned and didn't like it, the world in my eyes would be
No more light.”
Listening to the old man's tone became more and more serious, especially when he heard the last sentence, two lines of cold sweat slowly flowed from the smooth head of Enlightenment, and he begged for tremblingly: "My younger brother, Xiantao's eyes are blind, please forgive me.
”
The old man raised his thin index finger and stretched out to the cold winter night breeze, saying, "No, your eyes are blind now."
After hearing this sentence, Zhudao felt great fear. He screamed, and poked out his hands from the monk's robe. A masterful handprint of the Buddha sect was formed, and a barrier was drawn. The monk's robe floated and rushed to the back of the alley.
The Buddha's handprints scattered a delicate and grand aura, but when they touched the old man's fingers, they encountered the spring sun like snow, and the mud spots entered the basin of washing vegetables and disappeared in an instant.
The figure that was rushing backwards seemed to be bound by the light shining from the flames. The feet in the straw sandals could not leave the ground at all, and the body was stretched like a shadow but could not stay away.
He looked at the light like a candle between the old man's fingers, his eyes full of fear.
The flaming milky white color occupied his black pupils, and then expanded rapidly, annihilated fear.
Then his black eye banner burned.
A shrill scream rang out in the quiet alley.
Light is pure and pure, so it is the purest and easiest to be dirty.
Light is pure and warm, so it is the most fanatical and coldest.