Behind the desk, he stood for a long time without speaking.
The room is filled with the light scent of white sandalwood, and there is also a slightly bitter medicinal smell, as well as the fragrance of pen and ink emanating from these scriptures and paintings, and even a little smoke hidden in the white porridge...
The monk seemed unaware of what was behind him.
He still meditated with his back to him, chanting sutras.
The round Buddha beads rolled past one by one, and the scriptures in front of them were also turned page by page.
The night gradually deepened, and a certain feeling in Shen Du's heart became clearer and clearer.
The medicine is not hot.
The porridge was also cold.
But Shen Du didn't go to the end, but let go of the frame, let it rewind according to inertia, then walked over with it, and even sat cross-legged on the monk's left side.
"You drew this?"
His voice was cold, and he only handed the rolled up scroll to the monk, looking at him sideways.
The monk's lips stopped moving, and the buddha beads in his hand also stopped. He opened his slightly closed eyes and stared at the scroll for a moment.
Then his eyes turned and fell on Shen Du's face.
He didn't nod or shake his head.
Those eyes were warm, seemingly without fluctuations, and seemed to hide thousands of waves.
Shen Du started to itch again, and wanted to stretch out his hand and trace his eyebrows: "Monk, do you know that it is rude to touch other people's paintings?"
The monk ignored him and looked away again.
He didn't seem to hear what he said at all.
If it was as usual, Shen Du's face would have been bad for a long time, but now he is not angry. Instead, he still smiled and said, "You were originally a mute, but are you still deaf now? I'm talking to you."
"… "
The monk still ignored it, holding one hand in front of him, and the other hand began to slowly turn the beads, silently reciting the scriptures.
Probably because Shen Du was noisy, he even closed his eyes.
have to.
This attitude is really high.
Shen Du felt that this bald donkey was just a little impatient, and all the evil thoughts in his heart crawled out like ants at this time, and gnawed somewhere in his heart.
The monk's fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints.
The profile of the face is quite angular, but it is softened by the light of the slightly dim lights. So at the moment, there is more compassion and pity.
Yuebai's monk's robe, the corner of which was on the ground, overlapped with his.
Shen Du lowered his head and glanced, then raised his lips and laughed: "Bald donkey, has anyone ever told you that a person with a bad temper and incompetent cultivation might not survive for an hour if he were to walk in the rivers and lakes? "
His fingers paused, his brows moved slightly, but he still didn't open his eyes.
He seemed to feel that when he was chanting, there was someone next to him talking all the time, which seemed a little noisy.
But Shen Du didn't feel that he was making noise at all.
He had never had such patience with a mute in his life, and even felt that it was a lot of fun to bully him and not speak, and to harass others while they were chanting Buddhist scriptures wholeheartedly.
The more you say, the more addicted it becomes.
"To be honest, before I came to Tianji Temple, I was only interested in Shanzai here."
"But after meeting you..."
"Suddenly I still think you are more interesting. I heard that this Shanzai has a deep cultivation base and strong martial arts, and many masters in the world are heartbroken. I originally wanted to go to a meeting for a while, but now I think that I am seriously injured and may not be able to fight. However, it's still fun to bully you."
This remark can be said to be very "beast".
Shen Du felt that as long as a normal person listened to it, he would be puffed up with anger.
It sounds like a good word in front, after all, I think Ren Shang is "interesting" than Shanzai, but at the end of the story, it turns out to be "it's interesting to bully you"!
The pinched Buddha beads tightened.
The monk, who had been holding back for a while, finally opened his eyes for the second time, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Shen Du, too dark and too pure.
Shen Du was delighted: "Not happy? Hit me."
"… "
The monk's chest was slightly ups and downs, and the Buddha beads were fastened tightly, but after staring at him for a long time, the fingers slowly loosened.
Shen Du would not be able to notice this little detail.
But he didn't care at all.
The bald donkey in front of him, even if it is not a powerless hand, has no real martial arts at all. To fight him is simply a dream.
So in the final analysis, Shen Du has no fear.
The smile on his face did not diminish at all, and his eyes did not take his eyes off the monk from beginning to end, always watching the clear outline of his profile.
There was a moment of silence, and then suddenly asked a sentence: "Are the precepts of your monks very strict?"
To be honest, this sentence is nonsense.
Shen Du didn't know whether the discipline of Tianji Temple was strict or not, but this monk's self-discipline was absolutely extremely strict.
On the way up and down the mountain, he had to lift up the grass and trees that were overwhelmed by the snow when he walked. Give…
But he just knew what to ask.
Perhaps this sentence was too bizarre, and without any malicious intent, the monk was stunned for a moment, and a faint brilliance flashed in the bottom of his eyes, but in the end he nodded almost invisible.
Shen Du suddenly felt bored.
With his slender fingers, rubbing the edge of the scroll, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about the lust ring?"
The monk did not understand, and was a little puzzled.
Because the meaning of Shen Du's words is not clear.
What are you asking about lust
Are the rules also strict
He didn't know how to answer.
But when Shen Du asked this question, he subconsciously felt a little bit of fear, and even the lip line was slightly pressed into a straight line.
This gesture, like a stone, smashed into Shen Duxin Lake, causing a wave of waves—
In an instant, malice swept through.
He actually felt a hundred thousand disgust at the monk's vaguely alienated and fearful gesture, and an urge to destroy this peace at all costs occurred in his heart.
Evil thoughts come up, and the pressure can't go back.
Not to mention that he Shen Du has always been a big devil who acts recklessly.
He has done all the extravagant things, and now it is the backlash of Liuhe Divine Art, which is still under the influence, and there is a strange throbbing and desire to destroy in his heart.
So, he let himself go and leaned over.
The monk was sitting on the futon and turned his face to look at him.
The moment he leaned over, the distance between the two quickly narrowed, and Shen Du almost immediately smelled the clearer scent of sandalwood, which made him intoxicated for a moment.
Then he leaned over and kissed the monk on the lips.
The tightly pursed lips showed a slight coolness.
At the moment of touching it, Shen Du scolded himself in his heart that he might be going crazy, his aesthetics declined sharply, and even a dead bald donkey could see it.
But when he touched the tip of his tongue and stroked the edge of the other's lips, when he saw the other's pupils shrinking instantly, this curse turned into schadenfreude, and there was an indescribable joy!
Before the bottom of the monk's eyes froze, he backed away gracefully.
It seemed that he was still sitting next to the monk in an orderly manner, his normally handsome and cold brows were stained with a little smile, and the evil spirit that lingered on his face had a dazzling feeling.
How did the monk expect that Shen Duhui would suddenly do such a thing
He didn't quite react to it.
Only under the pair of eyes that were always calm and compassionate, a layer of icy frost and snow was covered, and the two beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled, showing a stern and inhuman coldness for the first time.
What Shen Du does is simply touching the bottom line of a monk!
But he didn't feel it at all, or if he knew it, he didn't care at all, and even squinted at him lazily, and laughed coldly: "I want to ask, the Buddhist precepts are not close to women's sex, then-male sex. so what?"