The monk is gone.
Must be pissed off.
After listening to his words, the face that had been stained with ice and snow because of his offensive actions almost immediately added a bit of coldness and became inhumane.
Just turned his face.
If he didn't react at first, it was because he was caught off guard, the incident happened suddenly, and he didn't understand Shen Du's meaning; but when he asked "what about male sex", how could he not understand
It's just that he is a monk.
Although he didn't like what Shen Du did, he was trapped in that compassionate heart and couldn't do anything to him. It is neither sitting nor standing.
Simply put a scroll of the Buddhist scriptures, gather the beads, get up, turn around and leave.
Wearing a moon-white monk's robe, he drifted over to the side.
The scent of white sandalwood rushed to the face, and in the blink of an eye, it was far away, mixed into the icy air, and gradually condensed into a cold smell, lingering in the hearts of people.
Shen Du was a little stunned.
Although this bald donkey has a very gentle personality, it can be seen that he has principles and bottom lines in his daily actions. And really deal with things, not indecisive, but very neat.
Just like that.
If you turn around and walk away, you turn around and walk away, without looking back.
To be more precise, after living in this bamboo hut for more than ten days, almost every time the monk left, he watched from behind, but he never looked back even once.
"Isn't it just a kiss? It's like being fucked by me... "
With a dirty murmur in his mouth, Shen Du sat on the spot alone, and the light and shadow outlined his figure on the ground. Looking at the deep darkness, he slowly frowned, feeling a little tricky.
Porridge and medicine are on the record.
It's already cold.
After thinking for a while, he finally suppressed all his thoughts for a while, got up and walked to the table, first took the medicine bowl and drank the medicine, and then took the porridge bowl to drink porridge.
After drinking, he lay back on the bed.
He simply hung the picture of Chunlan on the head of the bed and stared straight at it, as if to stare two holes out of the butterfly. After a long time, he felt sleepy and fell asleep slowly. .
In the next few days, he and the monk returned to the "freezing point" without a doubt.
And it was colder than the time he crushed the ants.
The monks still came at noon and at night, still brought porridge, and occasionally some medicine, but they no longer had the warm and pleasant look they used to have.
Although his face was calm, Shen Ducha felt that it was cold inside.
On the first day, he leaned in and explained to him that it was just an accident.
The monk didn't answer.
The next day, he complained that the porridge was not good, and the pickles were not delicious. He wanted to change the taste of the food, and he was hungry.
The monks didn't answer.
On the third day, he deliberately turned out a Buddhist scripture, saying that he could not understand it, and hoped that the monk would give him guidance and explain it.
The monk still didn't answer.
Three days in a row, again and again, again and again!
No matter what he said or what reason he used, the other party ignored it.
Shen Du is not a temperless master. He was really pissed off right now, and when he got angry, he didn't bother to coax him. Knowing that this monk can't handle it, he simply went his own way.
Don't look at the face and make jokes, as if you are arguing with monks all day long.
But secretly, he did as much as he should.
When the monk came, he spoke, and as soon as the monk left, he practiced immediately. The closer to the period of the backlash, the faster the cultivation base will recover, and on the third day, it has recovered to 70% of the heyday.
It can be said that at this time, as long as he does not encounter the top powerful enemies in the arena, he can walk sideways when he goes out.
It was also this morning that while the monk was away, he cut a small page of rice paper and wrote it into a secret letter in teeny small capital letters. Afterwards, he took out the incense hidden in his body, and quietly stood behind the bamboo hut and lit it.
Burning white incense.
In the afternoon, a snow-white secluded bird flew over and landed behind the house.
The body size of the secluded bird is larger than that of ordinary birds, and the body is a foot long, but the color of the feathers is extremely pure and bright, and there is a high feather on the head, which is extraordinarily high.
Its eyes are dark blue, like gems.
The speed of flight is particularly fast, and when it is the fastest, it is like a flash of lightning.
Shen Du was sitting cross-legged on the Luohan bed to practice the exercises, and when he saw the bird falling, he heard the movement, so he opened his eyes and got up from the bed.
As soon as the window was pushed, he saw the bird.
Raising his hand and reaching forward, he called out, "Come here."
You know birds are not afraid of people.
Hearing the sound, he turned his head, flapped his wings and flew over and landed on the window sill.
Shen Du took out the secret letter that he had already prepared, sealed it in a small bamboo tube, then tied it to Youzhi Bird's leg, and patted its head: "Go. Help me send this letter to Gu Zhao."
I don't know if I understood it or not, but the bird chirped, then spread its wings, and flew away.
The snow-white shadow swept from the bamboo forest to the high and empty sky, and soon turned into a snow-like white spot, and gradually disappeared.
The snow-white fragrance of serene knowledge attracts the secluded birds in the north.
The quiet bird in the north will follow the road to Pengshan, fly to Gu Zhao, the first immortal of Pengshan, and pass this letter to him.
As for the outcome, it depends on luck.
Staring at the window for a long time, Shen Du always felt ironic.
The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and what he chooses to trust is not any subordinate of the Demon Dao, not even Pei Wuji, but the righteous enemy who fights him to the death on the bright side.
I don't know, what will Gu Zhao think when he sees this letter
"Let's lean on a cliff in the sky, and go straight down a thousand feet down the river. The two moths in the sky are condensed, and the sorrow and hatred are extremely high! The twilight tide is in a hurry, and the wine can hear the flute."
"Where is the exiled immortal?"
"Beyond the green hills, far away smoke and blue..."
His fingers tapped lightly on the window sill, Shen Du's voice, with a low smile and a long-lasting aria, gradually disappeared into the cold winter air, and gradually disappeared.