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"Mirror-"
The old abbot struck his Zen stick heavily, apparently not believing his words.
"Buddhist holy land, stop messing around."
The old abbot still held expectations in his heart, thinking that Jing Cheng was trying to prevent disasters for his senior brothers and brothers, and to extinguish the anger of Duke Yan, he did not hesitate to stand up and help the monks by discrediting himself.
The old abbot thought it was absurd to say that he fell in love with secular women.
When Jing Cheng was three years old, he was shaved by the old abbot himself. From the age of three to twenty-six, a little thing who couldn't even speak his front teeth grew into a young man who is now in full bloom. The old abbot has always been proud of growing a wobbly seedling into a luxuriant canopy tree by himself.
White Horse Temple is the most holy place in the world. There are countless nobles and grandchildren who come to worship. The daughters raised by those families with hairpins are all beautiful and beautiful, which makes the monks in the temple moved.
As for Jing Cheng, as the most sought after young virtuous man, he became a sensation in the world at the age of twenty, and many of the women he admired were stunning beauties. .
The old abbot sympathized with the compassionate heart of his disciples, but he could not tolerate him sacrificing himself for this group of disciples with unclean six senses. He calmed down and said slowly, "I know your heart, but some things are predestined. Mistakes should be punished."
The monks did not protest fiercely against the old abbot's almost partial words. They were equally convinced by Jing Cheng, a junior brother. He is charming and talented, like a spotless holy green lotus Even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe that the other party would be infatuated with a worldly woman.
They had the same thoughts as the old master, thinking that Jing Cheng wanted to exonerate those monks who made mistakes, divert Yan Guogong's anger, and make himself a target of public criticism.
Under the hopeful eyes of the abbot, the beloved disciple finally violated his expectations, and shook his head slowly.
"Master, this disciple is not fooling around."
The vermilion cassock and robes were thrown aside by the master, he covered the cold floor with his hands, and kowtowed again, the loud sound made the old abbot startled.
There was a bright red mark on Jing Cheng's forehead, and he whispered, "I do, I already have a sweetheart. She is very good, and I want to cherish her."
"evil creature-"
The old abbot was so angry that his white beard kept trembling.
"Shi Jingcheng, do you still see me as a master?"
The old abbot cultivated his morality and cultivated his character, and he seldom got angry. Especially for his favorite disciple, he was always gentle and loving. Although his partiality was not obvious, it was enough to make other disciples jealous. Obviously very angry, he called Jing Cheng's Dharma name to his face.
Jingcheng's dharma name was given by the abbot. He is as clear and dust-free as a mirror, and he has great expectations. Before the Dharma name of the monks, they are all given the surname of Shi. The abbot was reminding him not to be confused for a moment and forget the last name of his original ambition.
The monk who was standing closest hurriedly supported the abbot, fearing that the old man would faint due to too much stimulation, he persuaded him, "Junior brother, why are you bothering? Quickly admit your mistake to the old master."
The abbot also waited for his answer.
In the dull atmosphere, the young monk kowtowed again.
The Buddha in the treasure hall is still holding flowers and smiling, but his disciples are rebellious and want to betray Buddhism. Instead of being a green lotus in still water, they will fall into the world, and they want to be a hairpin on a woman's temples wholeheartedly. Gentle and affectionate Xieyuhua.
"Master, this disciple is very clear about what he is doing. I also know that in life, in the midst of thorns, one does not move one's heart, one does not move rashly, and one does not get hurt if one does not move. But master, in the middle of the night, the disciple wrote the lotus flower a hundred times. Sutra, the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra a thousand times, but still can't stop the desire that grows like a weed."
"Being heartbroken and reckless, this disciple has long been wounded all over. Master, the day I first saw her, this disciple has already been unable to look back."
The abbot was furious, "Are you going to die without repenting?"
"Please master complete."
"Boom—"
The golden Zen stick hit his back heavily, and Jing Cheng let out a muffled snort.
"Please master complete."
"Boom boom boom—"
"Please master... to complete..."
Not long after, Jing Cheng's back was covered in blood and blood flowed down the monk's robe. The severe pain made Jing Cheng's head feel dizzy, as if there was a buzzing noise. In the end, Jing Cheng, who was drenched all over, gritted his teeth and held on with instinctive will.
The spine that has been knocked hundreds of times is always straight.
He doesn't complain about his master's punishment, that's what he deserves.
It's your own fault...but also, never repent.
After Jing Cheng convulsed and passed out due to the pain, the highly revered White Horse Temple was also pushed to the forefront, implicating the fate of many monks.
The cause of the incident is very simple. The Duke lost a pet snow fox. When he came to ask for it, he found a large number of worldly things from the temple, which caused an uproar.
The most unacceptable thing for the world is that Shi Jingcheng, a famous monk who is known as the reincarnation of the Buddha, is willing to degenerate himself and loves secular women!
The believers have a fanatical worship of Jing Cheng, and this fanaticism has reached its peak after the alms in the back alleys. In their minds, Jingcheng is not stained with dust, sitting on the lotus platform to overcome the misery in the world, his life should be for the world and all people, how can it be so narrow that it can only accommodate one person
All sentient beings felt that they had been deceived, so they ran to the White Horse Temple to ask for an explanation.
However, the Lord never showed up.
Disappointment and anger among believers grew day by day.
After this catastrophe, the White Horse Temple was like a dusty white wall, and the shrouded brilliance also dimmed.
While the abbot and his disciples were busy dealing with the disaster, the culprit leisurely wrapped his arms around his wife's slender waist, admiring the beautiful snow scene in the middle of the lake.
The maidservants were diligently boiling water and cooking tea, not daring to pass on the Duke and his wife, and doing their own things with trepidation.
Lin Lang was treated like an ignorant child by Lord Yan, and was held tightly in his lap. Although they are husband and wife, Duke Yan has restrained himself in front of outsiders since the two got married for several months, so that Meng Lang would not hug her in public, and he would still hug her like a shameful father.
"Don't be like this, let me go." Lin Lang blushed and begged softly.
Yan Guogong turned his head and bit her ear while Lin Lang hissed, the warm and smooth tip of his tongue was twirling delicately, conveying a kind of fiery temptation.
Lin Lang resisted it at first, but then the man became more aggressive, kissing along the red mole behind the ear, all the way to the collarbone of the neck and shoulders, she had to stop shouting, "What are you doing?" She pushed the man's face .
Duke Yan paused for a moment, then bit the back of his hand lightly, it hurt slightly.
Lin Lang didn't look at him, and Duke Yan wasn't annoyed. Instead, he said with a clear smile, "Ma'am, your Chi Fenghuang'er is still struggling in Wei Fu's hands. If you treat Wei Fu so coldly, you won't be afraid of Wei Fu alone." Not happy, drive him to death?"
The wife looked up suddenly, as if she couldn't believe that he would force her in this way.
"Smile, huh?"
Yan Guogong nodded her lips with his fingertips, quite pampering.
Lin Lang's body was stiff, and she finally gave in helplessly. She raised the corners of her mouth as her husband wanted. The next moment, the tip of the chin was pinched, and the other party lowered his head and kissed her, stroking the back of his head with the bun, and skimmed into the two thin slits of rouge with ease, playing with the spring water, and being extremely tender and lingering with her .
Even though his wife had been very docile recently, Duke Yan did not relax his supervision on her. Lin Lang was confined in the small garden and was not allowed to go out for half a step.
Outside the arch of Xiaoyuan, there are layers of heavy guards.
The way Linlang wanted to get out was also very simple and rude. On the way of Lord Yan's court, she took advantage of people's unpreparedness and directly knocked out the maid who delivered the food. The figure of the other party was almost the same as hers. Lin Lang looked at her face for a moment and painted a similar makeup on herself.
She successfully escaped from the Duke's mansion and went to the White Horse Temple.
In the past, there were only a few monks sweeping snow outside the Buddhist temple, which was full of incense and incense, and it felt quite desolate and desolate.
Lin Lang turned her head and went to a yard.
The paper window was wide open, and people in thin monk robes, facing the cold wind, stared at the snowflakes in the sky. In just a few days, the mirror is clear and the bones are broken, there is no trace of blood on the handsome face, and only the bright red grain of cinnabar between the eyebrows is eye-catching, reminding that this person is still in the world.
"Axiu!"
Lin Lang lifted off the hood inlaid with snow velvet, and her vermilion lips and jade face, like a beautiful hibiscus plant in the distant mountains, stood gracefully in the wind and snow.
The monk stared blankly at the man.
It was a long time before he came back to his senses and realized what had happened.
Not a dream.
Nor is it delusional.
Jing Cheng didn't even open the door, and hurriedly climbed up the window sill, his movements were a little more clumsy than usual.
He almost fell to the ground.
But he had no time to take care of the injury on his back and the pain in his leg. Before he could stand still, his body started to run automatically.
"Da da da-"
His feet sank into the slush with a rustling sound, and the monk's shoes were instantly soaked in the icy cold water.
Jing Cheng is full of joy.
Do everything possible, no matter what, and run to her.
"Axiu!"
Lin Lang screamed this time.
The monk rushed up like a deer, but hugged Lin Lang's leg, her body couldn't help leaning forward, and her whole body was lifted high.
Even taller than Jing Cheng by a head.
"I'm not dreaming," he said.
Before Lin Lang could speak, the monk said again, "Forget it, it was a beautiful dream, so there is nothing to regret."
"Pffff—"
The sweetheart laughed at his silly, swaying expression, slowly lowered his face, pressed his forehead against each other, and warm affection spread from the cold place, "You are not dreaming."
Her voice was very soft, like a falling flower, "Axiu, I'm here. I won't leave from now on."
Jing Cheng's eye sockets were slightly red.
At the time when he was criticizing and sinking into the dust, she came, and she came without hesitation.
"Then you want to come with me?" He raised his head, his clean and clear eyes once filled with his Buddha, now they filled with his beloved faith.
"Go to Jiangnan, go to the desert, go to all the places you like and are willing to stay. If you are tired from walking, we will find a place with beautiful water and clear mountains, build a thatched house, raise a calf, and plow a few acres of small fields. Plant a few peach trees. After a few more springs and autumns, when the fruits are ripe, we can watch that silly little pony peeling lotus pods at the head of the stream."
"Come with me, will you?"
He held out a heart sincerely, without reservation, and let her see the lines of lovesickness wrapped around it.
Lin Lang stroked his beautiful eyebrows with her fingers.
"good."
Jing Cheng smiled happily.
He was finally going to be a gentle lover by her side.
"I'm glad you can come with me."
He raised his neck and solemnly kissed her forehead.
Unfortunately, I am a sinner with no future.
How can I put you and me at risk
Jing Cheng pinched the back of Lin Lang's neck, and a sharp stabbing pain came. Lin Lang lost consciousness and slid softly on his body. Before she fell into a coma, she only saw that the cinnabar was intensely red and flamboyantly red.
Prosperity to the extreme is decline.
"Too late."
His lips gently opened and closed next to her ear.
You are too late.
From the sixth day of May, the first time I saw you, to December 23rd, the last time I saw you.
The time like a mayfly is so short that he has no time to settle down, so this love is naive and reckless, even bloody that hurts his body and bones.
It's too late.
He didn't have time to measure whether the emotion hidden in his blood was in line with the rules and etiquette, and he just wanted to give everything he had and teach her to understand his throbbing.
A little earlier would have been nice.
It would be great if it was the eighth day of April, I have time to give you a bean of karma.
If it's the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I'll give you a red flower lantern in time.
It would have been great if he was three years old. If he had time, boil the remaining years into three jars of sweet and sour green plum wine and bury them under the peach blossom tree.
Open an altar during worship.
Open an altar when the moon is full.
When Mu Xue turns gray, open the last altar again.
It would have been better if it had been earlier, in the snow, he thought so stubbornly.