"… "
Asking for meat in front of a monk.
The monk brought the white porridge to the side of his bed, but the moment he heard this sentence, the whole person's movements followed.
He rolled his eyes to look at him.
He had never seen such a look on the faces of others.
Joking, slightly malicious, as if he was talking about ordinary things and clarifying his needs, but there was an inexplicable sense of sarcasm.
When sleeping with him, they are different.
"What, am I right?"
Although Tianji Temple rarely set foot in the rivers and lakes, there were no temples outside. Shen Du was not interested in Buddhist affairs, but it was impossible for him not to know that the monks abide by the rules and regulations and do not eat meat and fish.
He did it on purpose.
Seeing the monk looking at him, he seemed to disagree a little, but instead he was a little more motivated, and the more he used words to provoke him.
"I'm hurt, and it's not enough to eat your porridge. Besides, I don't want to be a monk. How do you say that? Help people to the end, and send Buddhas to the west. Although I am not a merciful god or Buddha , but monks are merciful, you can't see how old I am, can you?"
In fact, he has the strength to speak so much, and he can barely put on such a dashing posture. His injury is much better than last night.
Drinking porridge, of course, is unbearable.
But if you compare it with eating meat, there is not much difference.
For Shen Du, the most difficult thing was the Six Harmonies.
But he wouldn't say those words.
People are bored and have to find some fun for themselves. Undoubtedly, the dumb monk in front of him was an excellent entertainment.
Not only because of his remarks, but also because of this unprovoked malicious gesture, the monk frowned slightly.
His eyebrows are also pretty.
Not as sharp and cold as Shen Du, there is only a kind of peace and compassion of the Bodhisattva when he lowers his eyebrows, even if he frowns, he can't get the slightest bit of anger.
Shen Du was inevitably a little fascinated.
He wanted to take a tube of lake pen and trace the two eyebrows on the paper, so as to see it clearly, how could it be so beautiful
But when I lifted my finger like this, I realized that when I painted it alone, the taste was gone.
It's like, such two eyebrows, only on the monk's face, only with his eyes, can there be such a good-looking.
Only the monk ignored him.
He didn't pay attention to his eyes.
He just slowly loosened his brows, still came over with the porridge, and handed the bowl to Shen Du.
Shen Du subconsciously raised his hand to take it.
But when he grasped the wooden spoon and stirred it in the steaming bowl, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and an infinite subtlety came into his heart.
"You know my injury is much better?"
He couldn't raise his arms last night, so even the porridge was fed by this monk. But just now he handed the porridge bowl directly to him.
Are you sure he can take it
still…
"Tsk, are you angry, so you're too lazy to feed me porridge?"
After handing over the porridge bowl, the monk had already turned around, and when he heard these two words, he looked back at him.
In this glance, there is a bit of ice and snow.
But it disappeared in an instant, and Shen Du almost felt that it was his own illusion, because the next moment he realized that this pair of eyes was the same as the previous one, and Gu Jing was not wavering.
The monk is a mute. Even if he has some thoughts in his heart, he is afraid that he will not be able to say anything, not to mention that Shen Du doesn't think there is any big problem with what he said.
The only problem was his uncontrollable malice.
Some people are inherently bad.
Like him.
The lives of others are all waste, only one's own life is precious; after sitting in a high position for a long time, the pain of the past will be forgotten, and the pain of others will be regarded as pleasure.
There are always people in the rivers and lakes who curse him, and one day he will die without a whole body.
But Shen Du never cared.
When you are alive, you are happy, but when you die, it is only a pain. What does it matter if you don't have a whole corpse
Therefore, he is evil and unrestrained.
The attitude towards people is the same as the attitude towards this monk.
The more he knew that he was dumb, the more he knew that the other party was merciful, the more he wanted to talk to him, and the more he wanted to find something to bully him.
Seeing that the monk was ignoring him, Shen Du laughed, raised his arms, and took two mouthfuls of porridge to drink, but he didn't take his eyes back.
Still looking at the monk.
"Are you the one who is in charge of the pill room and medicine house in the Tianji Chanyuan? I think your medical skills are good. You should have rescued me from the Zhige Monument? kill you, what do you do..."
This is very thoughtful.
It seems that he was not a wicked person at first, just worried about the safety of the monks, and made such an assumption.
But in fact, he was originally the big devil that most people in Jianghu wanted to kill.
If Gu Zhao, who knew his nature well, was here, he would have sneered and scolded "totally hypocritical".
But this bald donkey doesn't know.
As Shen Du said, he narrowed his eyes, feeling two points of satisfaction.
The monk naturally heard what he said.
Just didn't respond.
I don't know if he was really angry, or if he didn't care what Shen Du said, he just walked over calmly and sat down in front of the desk.
There is a simple bookshelf next to it, with some scriptures scattered in it.
The monk just spread a layer of rice paper on the table, rolled up his sleeve robe, poured water and rubbed ink, actually spread out a scroll of scriptures on the table, picked up a pen and began to copy.
Shen Du was immediately stunned.
In this bamboo hut, apart from the faint scent of white sandalwood, and the monk himself in the moon-white robe, in fact, there is no Buddhist sect or anything to do with Tianji Temple.
But the moment he sits down to copy the scriptures...
The light in the cracks of the window, one by one.
The house was actually a bit dark, but the monk was sitting right in front of the window, and the sunlight in the winter came through the cracks, fell on his shoulders, fell on his neck, and fell on his hand holding the small pen. superior.
There is a kind of lazy Zen.
Such a focused demeanor...
Eyebrows lowered.
It will make people like Shen Du and his psychic gloomy, unable to help but be jealous of the scriptures and scriptures that he is looking at like this.
At this moment, Shen Du knew very clearly that no matter what he said, the monk would not take care of him before he finished copying it.
So he didn't bother to continue talking.
After drinking the porridge, he placed the empty bowl in the empty space beside the bed.
Then started thinking about eating meat...
No, think about your own injury.
Liuhe Divine Art is a very domineering exercise.
Even though Shen Du hated the embarrassment it brought him when it attacked, he had to admit that it really had the qualifications for him to endure all this.
It's just that now he has no access to a single meridian.
As long as a meridian can be reopened, a gap can be opened. With the miraculous effect of Liuhe Divine Art, he can slowly open the rest of the meridians together.
In this way, even if the cultivation base cannot be completely restored, it is not far off.
meridians, meridians...
It really gives me a headache just thinking about it.
And besides that, the thing that made him even more headache was not that there was no such thing: what is the situation of the Demon Dao now? How many people are in trouble? How many people are waiting to kill him
Even if some of the meridians can be repaired and some of their strength can be recovered, and they can get out of the bamboo hut where the news is blocked, there may not be anyone in ambush outside the Tianji Temple.
After all, his escape route was too clear.
It would be a good idea to ask for help from the Demon Dao and get in touch with Jian Tianya again. Can…
Today is different from the past.
In the end, Shen Du still remembered the knife that was stabbed in the back, and the scarlet cloud and thunder pattern on the knife...
The name of the knife is "no injury".
It was the knife he gave to Pei Wuji.
It is the knife that Pei Wuji never leaves his body.
Who was it that plotted against him
Is it Pei Wuji
If it wasn't for Pei Wuji, how could the knife end up in someone else's hands, and what happened to Pei Wuji himself
In the past, he was calling for wind and rain, and once he was in trouble, he realized that although the rivers and lakes were big, there were almost no people worthy of his trust.
Except myself.
At this moment, the only person he can trust is himself, only the Six Harmony God Art, which has scared the world, saved his life countless times, and brought him ten years of humiliation.
"Twenty-seventh..."
Shen Du whispered quietly, only to feel that his heart was being tortured.
"Gududu..."
There was a slight sound of water.
He turned to look, and saw the monk beside the desk who was copying the scriptures. He had put down his pen, but he lifted the teapot aside and poured water into a clean cup.
Seven points out.
Then took it up for a drink.
Shen Du shouted: "Don't drink!"
"… "
The monk moved for a while, as if a little surprised, and looked up at him.
Peaceful, clear eyes.
Even the neck looks like a jade carving.
Shen Du's eyes stayed on his Adam's apple for a moment, then moved to his lips for some reason, remembering that the bald donkey just ignored his request for meat, but in the end he still couldn't suppress the faint unpleasantness in his heart.
So the words that were supposed to be stopped were swallowed back into the stomach.
He smiled half-truths, only raised his hand and pointed to the teapot on the table, and said coldly, "To tell you the truth, I just poisoned this pot."
… Poisoning
The monk lowered his eyes and glanced at the cold, but still clear water in the cup, and there was no sign of being poisoned.
He only thought that the person who was rescued from Zhige Monument and Bodhi Creek had a bad temperament and liked to joke, so he ignored it.
He brought the cup to his lips and slowly drank the water.
Shen Du's eyes suddenly became weird when he looked at him, and he couldn't hold back, he nestled in the warm quilt, and laughed out loud.
I've seen stupid, I've never seen such stupid!
Tell him not to drink!
"Hahaha, you and the monks in the Tianji Temple really don't know that people's hearts are sinister? I told you it's poisonous, you bald donkey, you dare to drink it! Laughing, laughing to death..."
"… "
The monk drank the water and didn't notice anything unusual.
So for Shen Du's reaction, he really didn't understand the root cause, let alone what was so funny.
If you don't understand, you simply don't think about it.
He only put down the cup and carefully and meticulously packed the table. The scriptures he had just turned out were put back on the bookshelf, and the spread out rice paper on which the scriptures had been copied were also gathered up.
Seems to be going.
Shen Du was still smiling.
There is even a kind of inexplicable uncontrollable.
It wasn't until the monk stepped up and passed by his bed that he grabbed the corner of the other's sleeve robe. Because he laughed so hard, his body was still shaking, and he couldn't even take back the weird smile on his face.
"Hey."
The monk couldn't help but stop, holding the copied scriptures and looking down at him.
Shen Duwei looked up at him, his eyes were full of teasing and teasing, he slightly restrained his smile, and said sternly: "Do you know what you drank just now?"
"… "
The monk was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.
Shen Du narrowed his eyes and apologized seriously: "I'm really sorry, I didn't know you also wanted to drink the water from the pot, so when I woke up this morning and drank the water - it was directly at the mouth of the pot. …”
When he reached the last sentence, he deliberately slowed down his speech.
The seven words "drink directly at the spout" became so clear in this slowness that it was impossible to ignore it!
Dong Che's gaze fell on the monk without hesitation.
Then, it was easy to notice—
At the moment when he spoke, the long body of the monk, who had been peaceful and calm, became stiff for a moment.
Shen Du was instantly delighted, and the smile that he had held back earlier came out immediately.
Even louder than before.
As usual, whoever drinks from the cup he used will feel sick.
So every time the Liuhe Divine Art backlash occurs, Pei Wuji always wants to get close to him, but he may not be sure.
But at this moment, probably because this disgust was passed on to others, he didn't feel so disgusting anymore.
Anyway, it wasn't me who drank someone else's saliva.
want to laugh.
Especially want to laugh!
Even though he laughed so much that the wound on his body started to hurt, he couldn't stop, after all, the bald donkey was stiff for a moment...
Real, so real.
"I was reminded..."
While smiling, he also excused himself, showing no sincerity at all.
The monk stood motionless beside his bed, the previous stiffness and embarrassment, all slowly faded away in Shen Du's uncontrollable laughter.
A pair of eyes looked at him, but it was getting deeper and deeper.
He still couldn't stand for long.
When Shen Du smiled, he had already let go of his sleeve robe, so he held the scriptures and carried the food box, then opened the door and walked out.
The pace seemed to be a little faster than the calmness when he came.
The laughter in the house did not stop.
Just as he was about to leave under the eaves of the bamboo hut, there was still a sound of laughter, and it was indistinguishable whether it was hot or cold, joking or threatening.
"Monk, I'm not a good person. I urge you to cure me within twenty-seven days. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be swallowed alive and gnawed until there are no bones left..."
"… "
The monk's footsteps froze again, and he couldn't understand what Shen Du's words meant, but he felt that the water he just drank had turned into charcoal, burning hot in his throat, heart and lungs.
An extremely strange feeling.
…
The monk finally left.
The smile on Shen Du's face gradually diminished, replaced by an expressionless coldness.
What I said just now was no joke.
He got up, and after the monk left, he thought about the whole house and searched.
In the wooden cabinet in the corner, he saw his blood-stained robe, and the Rainbow Sword that was smeared with blood.
Reaching out to touch the wide sleeve robe, it was a slightly thick, soft touch.
So I know it's still there.
After calming down a bit, Shen Du's slender fingers slowly brushed from the scabbard of the Rainbow Rainbow Sword, and the brilliance of his eyes disappeared.
In the end, he didn't move the sleeve or the sword, and closed the cabinet door again.
At this time, it is not suitable to act rashly.
If you contact outsiders rashly, God knows whether it is a rescuer or a killer...
It's best to know what's going on outside as soon as possible.
After thinking for a while, Shen Du looked out the window again, the high mountain, and the Zen courtyard surrounded by clouds and mist on the mountain.
Tianji Temple…
Since you have such a detached position in the arena, it is impossible to know everything, right
Suddenly, some strange thoughts came into my heart.
Shen Du remembered the words circulating in the rivers and lakes, remembered the masters of Tianji Temple like clouds, remembered the Hui monk Shanzai who was "stunned" for the intruders, and also remembered that the Qianfo Temple had not appeared in the world for 16 years. The three volumes of Buddha Tibetan…
"If you can go inside and explore..."