rustling…
In the silence, there was only the sound of the wind passing through the bamboo sea.
It was clearly only five steps apart, and only the bamboo chopstick was lying down in the middle, but it seemed like there was a gap and a moat.
This is Shen Du and the other is a monk.
No one spoke.
Shen Du was just so rude and indifferent, raising his chin slightly, his eyes showed a kind of indifference.
"Tick."
A drop of blood dripped down the edge of the food box and touched the dry bamboo leaves that were still a bit moist, shocking.
The monk looked at Shen Du for a long time.
Shen Du also looked at him for a long time.
The corners of his robe were blown by the wind, but his body remained motionless, like a stone monument with moss growing in the forest of monuments, or a carved Buddha statue on a mountain wall.
In the long silence, Shen Du thought he was leaving.
After all, this kind of "killing" in front of a monk, you don't have to think about it, he knows that it is much more serious than drinking and eating meat.
Unexpectedly, he did not leave.
Not only did he not leave, but he also walked up to him.
The palm of his grip on the food box loosened slightly, and a little blood came out again, but the monk didn't look down, just put the food box down and opened it.
Shen Du glanced inside and raised his eyebrows: "Eight Treasure Ducks?"
It's not very big, the skin looks very crispy, the stomach is stuffed with stuff, some of it drips out and flows into the snow-white plate, which looks particularly attractive.
Even if you were not hungry before, you can see that you are hungry now.
The monk took it out, and also brought out the white rice below.
Except for the bleeding palm that was stabbed just now because of the force, there was no sign of anything strange on his face. It seemed that he didn't see anything just now, and Shen Du didn't do anything.
A pair of clean Hsinchu chopsticks was inserted next to the food box.
Shen Du took a look and was actually a little surprised by the monk's attitude: he thought that the other party was very unhappy.
Unexpectedly, this is also tolerated.
For a while, I couldn't say I was satisfied.
There is probably a gap, right
After all, he originally thought that the monk would be angry and have a seizure, but he endured it, making his expectations and guesses come to nothing.
So the boring feeling came back.
Shen Du casually took the pair of Hsinchu chopsticks in his hand, and was about to stretch it out to the Babao Duck that was placed on the steps.
"If you want to make this dish, the best one is Hangzhou Jufulou, that's called-en?"
Before the words were finished, the final sound was raised.
He raised his eyes in surprise and looked at the monk standing in front of him, unable to believe his eyes.
"what are you doing?!"
The monk lowered his brows and closed his eyes, ignoring him at all.
After taking out the white rice pressed at the bottom of the food box and putting it away, he actually brought back the plate of Eight Treasure Duck he just took out!
On the steps, all that was left was a bowl of white rice.
Shen Du's chopsticks stretched out and were still held in mid-air, but they couldn't touch even the slightest bit of meat.
He was stunned.
This…
What means
He looked at the monk with a somewhat stagnant expression.
The monk still didn't look at him, just pursed his lips, closed the food box again, turned around and left.
It was only when he passed the bamboo chopstick that was lying down beside Shen's one foot, he stopped.
The panicked ants had long since dispersed.
The tip of the bamboo chopsticks was still stained with the body of one of their companions, but not a single ant stopped to pay attention.
The monk lowered his eyebrows and watched for a moment.
Then he bent down and picked up this bamboo chopstick.
The Buddha bead in his palm collided with the bamboo chopsticks, swaying and making a fine sound.
Shen Du's eyes fell uncontrollably on the string of Buddha beads, and of course he also noticed the monk's somewhat stiff fingers.
It seems natural, but it is not.
It was clearly that he was trying to restrain something.
After getting up, he didn't look back.
Usually when this time comes, he will stay, or pound the medicine, or carry the medicine basket on his back to collect the medicine.
But today, he chose to leave.
The twilight is four, and the sky has already darkened.
The figure of the monk seemed to be tinged with a dash of coldness by the sudden winter night, and the lunar white that was always warm could not be dispelled.
Soon, no one could be seen at the end of the mountain road.
There are no lamps in the bamboo hut.
The whole world suddenly became extremely dark.
Shen Du was still holding the new pair of clean bamboo chopsticks, sitting under the eaves of the steps, with the solitary bowl of white rice beside him.
Just plain funny.
But in the darkness, the expression on his face slowly sank, and a thin layer of frost gradually formed on the bottom of a pair of dark and deep eyes.
After a long time, he burst out laughing.
With a "smack", he threw the clean bamboo chopsticks on the steps and rolled next to a bowl of white rice.
"This bald donkey..."
Shen Du was talking to himself, his voice was low, with an indescribable coolness and irony.
"Shame on the face. I don't want his life, but he dares to starve me!"
After crushing an ant to death, he had to let him eat this white rice, and looking at the posture, he didn't even plan to pick and change the medicine.
That…
If he really knew his identity and what he had done, what expression would he have
He is a big devil with blood on his hands. He has killed good, bad and big living people, so what is an ant
Shen came alone to look down on Zhengdao's sanctimonious hypocrites.
Now, the monk's scheming actions, in his opinion, make him feel uncomfortable.
The deep hostility that emerged from the time he had crushed the ants before, came up from his eyes again.
Along with it came the evil thoughts that could not be suppressed.
The more he saw a compassionate person like the monk, the more he wanted to do something extremely cruel, and then appreciate their forbearance and pain.
Shen Du was never a good person.
He naturally said, "I would rather teach me to blame the world than to teach the world to blame me." At the moment, all kinds of distracting thoughts are churning in his heart, but his face is calm like water.
After throwing the chopsticks away, he didn't even bother to look at the steaming white rice, got up from the steps, and disappeared into the forest.
If it were two days ago, this monk could really starve him.
But now that his cultivation base has come back one third, it is really no problem to get some food in the mountains.
It's a pity that the response was not fast enough, and I couldn't keep up with the bald donkey in time.
Otherwise, you can take the opportunity to visit the Zen Temple at night.
But it doesn't matter, it's a long time coming. He also left a bowl of rice to prove that the monk will come tomorrow. Before the Liuhe Divine Art came back, he had time to spend with him!
Chapter 9 I don't open it to everyone. I don't care about his spring, summer, autumn and winter.
That night, Shen Du wandered around in the forest, and with his ability, he easily caught a silly roe deer.
Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet
When I was out, it was not that I never saw those subordinates, especially Pei Wuji, taking care of the trivialities of eating.
He thought it was simple.
It is nothing more than ripping open the belly, then peeling the skin, inserting a branch, and building a fire for roasting.
When it is ripe, it can be eaten.
A little thing. He can practice Liuhe Divine Art, why are you afraid of this
But the truth is often heartbreaking.
Looking at the meat that was already black and mushy, Shen Duqiang resisted the urge to throw it away and leaned in to take a bite.
Just a sip.
"vomit..."
At this moment, an unprecedented terrifying experience swept through him, making all his super-restraint power vanish.
He shook his head and spit it out.
Can't believe it!
The outside was charred and pitch-black, but the inside was still bloody raw meat after biting it open!
Shen Du almost vomited out all the lunch he had eaten!
"Is there such a big gap between people?"
He clearly remembered that this was the process when Pei Wuji baked these things, but he just sprinkled a little more condiments on it, and it was almost like a chef in a restaurant.
But in my own hands...
Can't eat.
Staring at the stupid roe deer that had died tragically in his hand, Shen Du finally developed a bit of sober self-knowledge about his "cooking skills" and slowly let it go.
The fire in front of him burned quickly, and then became smaller after a while.
The mountain wind was strong at night, whistling through the mountains.
Opposite is Bukong Mountain.
As soon as you look up, you can see the dim or bright lights on the mountainside, spreading all the way to the top of the mountain, with a faint smell of splendor.
Shen Du was sitting on a protruding rock on this mountain ridge, and the lights burning in the Tianji Temple reflected in his dark eyes.
Divine light flickered.
At the end, he sighed in a low voice: "It's a mistake..."
Shouldn't, really shouldn't.
He is a shameless person, how could he hide in the mountains for two days and forget the way of survival in this world
At that time, it really shouldn't have killed the ant.
It wasn't because the ant had no grudges with him and should not be killed, but because the consequences of killing the ant were not what Shen Du wanted to bear.
Knowing that the bald donkey is merciful...
Why did he show his true nature in front of him all at once
When it's time to be hypocritical and pretend, you have to be fake and pretend.
His brows twitched slowly, and Shen Du sat in the cold wind, thinking about it for a long time, and at the same time considering the possibility that his craftsmanship could be quickly improved to Pei Wuji's level within two or three days.
In the end, he chose to accept his fate.
"My hands are not born to do this kind of thing..."
With a murmur in his mouth, he comforted himself. He got up, put out the fire that had become smaller in front of him, and stepped on the sparks before returning to the original path.
On a cold day, I went out for a long time again.
When Shen Du returned to the bamboo house, the hot bowl of white rice had already cooled down. He picked it up and touched it, but felt resentful and in a bad mood, so he just put it back under the eaves.
So he lay on the Arhat bed and didn't sleep for almost the whole night.
- Of course hungry.
Fortunately, he is a martial arts practitioner, so it’s okay to not eat for one or two meals, and it’s okay to not sleep for one or two nights.
But a little uncomfortable.
And in the morning, the hunger gradually passed away, except that I felt a little weaker, and I didn't feel much.
The monks still came at noon.
At that time, the bored Shen Du was sitting in front of the desk where he often copied scriptures, and drew with a brush on the spread rice paper.
It's an orchid.
A small bunch.
It grows beside the mountain road made of piles of stones, and the stretched leaves have a clear style, and the surrounding is stained with snow marks. The refreshing blue-green orchid calyx blooms on the thin branches.
One, one, another.
It was clearly the bunch of Chunlan he saw when he followed the monk up the mountain that day, but was blocked by the formation. The name is Chunlan, but it opens in winter, which means "spring letter".
only…
There is a little difference in this painting.
A bunch of spring orchids, other flowers are blooming well, but the orchid in the middle of the painting is still in bud.
The green orchid calyx closed in the middle and closed tightly.
Looking at it, it looks like a small lantern, and it is vaguely like a prison, and it is necessary to lock something inside and prevent it from coming out.
The whole painting was originally beautiful.
But this unopened orchid is really too eye-catching.
At first glance, it seems that there is a kind of fierce arrogance, and there is also a kind of indifference that does not care about everything around him. It is cruel, fierce, and lonely.
Regardless of his spring, summer, autumn and winter, I will not pay attention to him alone; relying on your colorfulness, I will not open it alone.
With a light stroke, he stretched the orchid leaf on the edge, and looked at the painting silently, or the unopened orchid in the middle.
After a long time, I finally put down the pen.
The monk had actually entered the house for a while.
It's just that Shen Du was painting, he saw it, and didn't bother to disturb it out of courtesy. And after the incident of crushing the ants yesterday, there is really no need to disturb.
He carried the food box and walked to the table.
Shen Du almost subconsciously wanted to ask what to eat, but before he could ask, the monk had already brought out the contents of the food box—
A bowl of porridge and a plate of vegetables.
It's exactly what he ate when he woke up two days ago, and even the bowl of porridge hasn't changed!
Damn bald donkey!
What's the meaning!
His pupils tightened suddenly, and a bit of dark anger came up again from the bottom of his eyes, but when he thought of the tragic situation when he went up the mountain for food last night, he couldn't help but resist the urge to attack.
Reason trumps anger.
So it becomes false.
Although Shen Du wanted to slap the bald donkey in front of him with his palm to death, he put on a slight smile on his face, as if a little apologetic, and said, "Don't talk about what happened yesterday, I was temporarily obsessed with my mind. , I'm so sorry."
"… "
This is the second time the monk has heard his apology since the 12th day.
The fingers that were packing the food box paused slightly, and he stopped. A pair of pupils like ink jade and ancient wells froze, and the light eyes swept across the scar on his palm, and then looked at Shen Du.
A pure black silk robe, which he had taken time to mend with needles and thread a few days ago, was stacked with the dark silver patterns on the sleeves and neckline, but nothing could be seen.
Overall refined, cuffs tightened.
Shen Du, who was in the room, did not wear the dark purple crane cloak outside, and his long body was hooked out by a black leather belt embroidered with dark purple patterns, which drew a beautiful waistline.
He didn't stand up straight, and he was somewhat casual.
Not at all like the legendary demon Daoist, the ruthless and ruthless big devil, but rather like a romantic boy strolling in the courtyard.
But a pair of good-looking Danfeng eyes are dark and cold, and they are not allowed to be offended.
What he said in his mouth was "I'm sorry", and the expression on his face seemed to be apologetic.
But in these eyes...
He couldn't see the slightest bit of shame and remorse, instead, there was a deep ruthlessness.
The Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle and sacrificed his body to feed the tiger, for the sake of the word "crossing", regardless of danger; but the man in front of him was more fierce than an eagle and more dangerous than a tiger.
If you are willing to cut your flesh and sacrifice your life, you will be able to get over it.
If the crossing fails, he will be eaten by eagles and eaten by tigers in vain, burying his heart of a Buddha.
That being so—
There are so many living beings in the world, and there are many people who are suffering and seeking liberation, why do they have to cross them
waste time.
Once you are attached to one thought, let it go and you will become a Buddha.
The monk stared at Shen Du for a long time, his eyes were clear and clear, and the light of wisdom was faint. After all, he slowly shook his head, as if sighing that rotten wood is hard to carve, and iron and stone are not warm.
He ignored his apology.
As soon as the food box was mentioned, the footsteps took a step, and they went as if they had come.