It was him.
It was him.
It was him after all.
…
The swaying oil-paper umbrella fell down, blocking the falling wind and rain, and also blocking his sight. Shen Du's heart turned back and forth, but in the end nothing was left, but these simple words—
It's him.
that is it.
The hustle and bustle all over the world has gone away at this moment, and the smoky and earthy smell mixed in the cold and humid air has been dissipated, replaced by the sandalwood scent that haunted him for a long time in his old dreams. .
When he raised his eyes, he could only see the corners of his snow-white robe.
There were also many people of the righteous path with ugly faces standing in the distance.
It is clearly a posture worthy of being the enemy of the world, but why, there is no worry in his heart, instead he is full of a strange relaxation.
A few drops of blood smeared on the eyelashes, and Shen Du blinked with difficulty.
Before he lost consciousness and fell into the mud, the only thought that popped into his mind was: I couldn't beat him when he was in his prime, so why are you worthy
Shen Du hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long, long time.
He fell asleep in the mud.
The white-robed monk who was famous all over the world stood in front of him, with a slight indifference in his solemn treasure, but no matter how intense his actions were, he never let the flying swords disturb his dreams. half o'clock.
It was a bloody night.
Also a legendary night.
In the future chats in the streets and alleys after a meal, it will be rendered with too many fantastic and inconceivable colors, but only those who are present today who have played against the monk know that everything is wonderfully rendered in the monk's white robe In front of them, they all seemed eclipsed.
It was clearly a piece of compassion with low eyebrows and drooping eyes, but no one could overturn it under his palm, let alone surpass him and hurt the demon who was already at the end of the shot.
Words cannot move, swords cannot be damaged!
He is like a deity standing high on a bright lotus in the long night, making life not even the slightest offense and blasphemy.
"Brush Lala..."
Showers pouring down.
After the monk placed his palm next to Lu Fan across the mountain, everyone looked at each other, and finally retreated in awe and fear.
The sound of rain covered their footsteps.
How to come, how to go.
Apart from the blood all over the ground and the cooled ruins of the inn behind it, nothing was left.
Yao Qing still couldn't react.
She didn't even know what this monk had to do with her own Taoist master, but after seeing the terrifying cultivation that he used to force everyone back just now, she didn't dare to step forward.
So I could only stand in the rain and watch.
Seeing the monk whose snow-white robe was finally wet by the rain, he bent down and hugged their Taoist master, who was either seriously injured, comatose or extremely tired, and didn't say a word to them. Then, he walked away to the other end of the barren city of Wufengkou.
It was only three or five steps, but the figure disappeared.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Yao Qing reacted at once, her eyes widened, and she discovered this fact that she couldn't believe: she actually watched a monk from Tianji Temple and took their Taoist away!
"Yao, Yao Youshi, what should we do?"
Some people are still in a trance, they only feel that they are in a dream, and they quietly come up and ask questions in a low voice.
Yao Qing immediately exploded and shouted: "What should I do! Fuck your mother! The Taoist master is lost! Why don't you catch up and look for it!"
But where can it be found
The shadow is long gone.
To Shen Du, everything that happened that night seemed like a long dream. In the dream, he killed Dongfang Ji, Dongfang Ji killed his parents, and then he suddenly turned into the malicious young boy from before, trembling, but watching the two people who should be closest to him dry up with special indifference Bleeding, dying in pain...
The dream suddenly turned into a nightmare.
There were bloody killings and monstrous fires everywhere. He held a knife for a while, and a sword for a while, running in the bloody sea of corpses, as if he had entered a huge labyrinth, no matter how he walked, he could not find the direction.
In all the panic and confusion, only a vague voice sounded in the distance, but he tried his best to be unable to hear clearly what the voice said.
So he went after the voice like crazy.
For a while it felt like the sound of a bell in a temple, then it was replaced by a cry, and then it was like a Buddhist chant reciting scriptures by monks...
He walked for a long time, and listened to it for a long time, and finally reached the edge of the maze, and finally heard the voice clearly.
All illusions vanished.
There was only one bamboo hut in the dream. It was the monk who sat on the steps with a smile and asked him, "Shen Du, do you still think that I like you?"
Not a poor monk.
it's me.
Shen Du woke up immediately, and the moment he opened his eyes, he almost thought that he had returned to the time when he was unable to escape to Bukong Mountain. After a closer look, he realized that although the environment was very similar, it was not the bamboo hut of the past.
Also a hut in the woods.
It's just a bit more dilapidated and outdated, like a place where hunters who hunt in the mountains occasionally rest, and there is a torn animal skin hanging on the wall that leaks.
He was only wearing a dried middle coat, but he was covered with a snow-white monk's robe, while his own dark purple crane cloak was hung on a bamboo pole in the corner. The six-day demon pattern seems to have also reduced the old hostility and became peaceful.
Sandalwood breath surrounds him.
Shen Du blinked, sat up slowly, and easily felt the pain in his back. When he touched it with his backhand, he remembered that it was the wound left by the silver hook of Dongfang Ji.
It's just that the silver hook was gone at this moment, and the wound was bandaged, and a vaguely bitter medicinal smell was mixed into the scent of sandalwood in the room.
He laughed inexplicably.
Probably because Dongfang Ji's hundred tongue poison was so cruel that he felt itchy in his limbs, and it was difficult to get up.
So he shouted unceremoniously: "Monk, bald donkey!"
After a while, footsteps came from outside the door.
Then there was a harsh "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open, and a tall and tall figure walked in.
As he expected, it was good.
He didn't react when he heard the "bald donkey", his eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, so good-looking that Shen Du's hands itch, he just walked over to him and sat down, then pulled his hand out, his warm fingers Press on his wrist and take his pulse.
Shen One-eyed looked at him without blinking.
When the monk pressed the pulse and wanted to withdraw his hand, he grabbed it with a backhand and raised his face slightly to look at him: "I have something to ask you."
Zenzai rolled his eyes to look at him.
Shen Du's heart immediately trembled, but he didn't know which muscle cramped, but he didn't let go, but raised his eyebrows, which was a bit provocative.
"Bald donkey, do you think you like me now?"
"… "
With such an unscrupulous attitude, he can open a dyeing workshop a street with just a little color. How can he still see the pathetic and pitiful appearance of the Thousand Buddhas Hall that day and the Wufengkou last night
Zenya watched him silently for a long time.
Shen Du was stared at by his gaze. He was fine at first, but after a while, his heart started to get dizzy, and he wanted to survive. He thought that it's better not to be too shameless, so he wanted to say, "I didn't ask when I was a man. ".
But before he could speak, Qing Jun's face suddenly approached.
There seemed to be a feather falling on the slightly dry lips, and it left at the touch of a touch, and then the monk next to his ear made a soft "um", backed away a little, and looked at him with a smile.
fried...
All exploded!
Shen Du's whole life's reason was thrown away at this moment and fed to Erlang's dog for nine days. His mind was suddenly simmered into a pot of porridge, and he was babbling and thinking blindly, and even the auricle with little blood turned red. .
Subconsciously, he blurted out: "He, monk, when did your mind get caught in the door?"
Chapter 86 False Confessions ┃ The dry Chunlan lay quietly and perfectly in his merciful palm.
"… "
A moment of silence.
As soon as Shen Du's words were out of his mouth, he reacted and wanted to slap himself twice, but without thinking about it, he changed his voice and said, "No, no, my brain was caught in the door!"
The monk looked at him, and his eyes deepened a little.
But after all, he wasn't the one who was entangled in these small words, so he didn't take any words, just calmly took Shen Du's hand that was holding onto him, put it back in place, and then got up. .
"I'll go get the medicine."
Shen Du was sitting on the broken bed, still covered with the monk's robe, seeing him go out for quite a while, only then did he feel the slightly hot temperature on his cheeks.
At this moment, I felt like I was really caught in the door.
More drastic things have been done, and a kiss is a fart! What's so embarrassing!
It's just that even though I warned myself like this in my heart, once my fast-moving head stopped, I would recall the kiss that was light as if it was a dream, and the deep and mellow voice of the monk...
Fuck you uncle.
He raised his hand and pressed his thin lips, only to realize that his hand was shaking a little, and his heartbeat was surprisingly fast.
It wasn't until after a while, the monk brought a bowl of boiled medicine in from outside, and he managed to calm down, but he didn't dare to talk to the monk for some reason.
As soon as the medicine was handed over, he took it and drank it himself.
It is clearly a medicine that can hurt people's tongue. If he drank it in the past, he would frown and dislike it, and even put it aside and stop drinking.
Zenya is not a talkative person.
So he just watched Shen Du finish drinking the medicine, took the somewhat broken medicine bowl from his hand, and then walked out the door again.
So Shen Du felt that now it really looks like it used to be.
At that time, he was also besieged, and he was almost at the end of the mountain. He was so helpless and died all the way, so he desperately tried to escape to the Zhige monument in Tianji Temple.
When I woke up again, I was in the monk's bamboo hut.
He was also injured so badly that he could barely move, and he was also a monk who was tinkering with medicine, and pretending to be a mute.
Thinking of this, Shen Du couldn't help but get a little angry: This bald donkey is clearly a normal person and can speak normally, why did he ask "Are you not good at speaking" at that time, and he actually admitted it!
And that "don't say" sign...
What the hell are they all about
He began to frown and think, staring at the sky and the landscape outside the broken window, and didn't look back until the footsteps came again.
This time it's not medicine, it's porridge.
The most common white porridge is stewed with some green vegetables and mushrooms, so it has a warm aroma.
At this time, Shen Du had already drank the medicine, and only felt that the soreness and itching between his limbs had subsided a lot, and his strength had returned, so he got up carefully.
The wound on his back hurt a little, but it was nothing to him.
It was only after standing up that the wind blew in, and I felt a little chilled, so I picked up the monk's robe that had fallen on the broken bed, put it on myself naturally, and walked towards the monk.
There was a small table made of wooden piers in the corner of the room, and two low stools that looked torn. The monk's porridge was brought in and placed on the table, with a clean wooden spoon beside the porridge bowl.
There is only one bowl of porridge and only one spoon.
Shen alone sat down, took a spoon, and ate a mouthful. After one mouthful, he couldn't stop laughing and asked him with a wink, "Did you cook it?"
"Eat without a word or sleep without a word."
Zenzai didn't answer him, but just walked out the door again, this time without closing the door. So Shen Du saw the overgrown weeds outside, the low hillside, and also saw the monk without a robe sitting cross-legged on the clean stone, his eyes lowered.
This is meditating.
"laugh."
Pretend.
Shen Du, who was not very happy in his heart, slandered, knowing that the monk was afraid that he would not take care of him before the porridge was finished, so he simply stopped talking and immersed himself in the porridge.
It was already afternoon.
From the surprise attack on the Tianshui League last night to this moment, he could almost be said to have not entered the rice, and due to the serious injury and loss, the porridge, which was clearly bland and tasteless, was quickly drank.
When he put down the spoon, he felt a little full.
I don't think about anything when I eat porridge.
For example, how did he get here, what happened to Yao Qing and the others on the demon road, did Gu Zhao arrive in the end, what kind of expression would he look like if he did, and the poisonous tongue of Dongfang Ji...
It's just that when he looked up and saw the monk again, all the thoughts together disappeared.
Shen Du got up and walked out.
The field of vision widens.
This should be a mountain not far from Wufengkou. It can be seen that the shape of the mountain is not as magnificent as that of Bukong Mountain, and it does not have the excellent scenery of the mountains and waters near the Chanyuan, but there is a hut on this small hillside. , but there is a sense of seclusion and seclusion in the world.
The monk is still meditating.
The slender fingers slowly clasped the string of agarwood beads, turning them one by one. It was clearly such an ordinary picture, but Shen Du could only see a kind of peaceful tranquility.
The stars move, and the ideal does not change.
"Hey, monk."
He walked over and sat down quite naturally on the lower part of the stone the monk was sitting on, then tilted his head to look at him.
"I still have something to ask."
Shanzai turned the finger of the bead for a while, then turned his eyes to look at him, but he roughly guessed what he was going to ask, and said, "You ask."
Shen Du raised his eyebrows: "When I asked you if you didn't know how to speak, why did you nod your head? And what's with the 'Don't Say' sign hanging on your body? Did you see my identity and deliberately lie to me? ?"
It was clearly his own misunderstanding, but with a natural tone of asking the teacher to ask for guilt, Shanzai laughed: "What I practice is 'shut up', 'not speaking' means telling others that I don't speak. All living beings are reincarnated, and all karma comes from If the body, speech, and mind arise, if one cultivates the body, closes the mouth, and stops the mind, then there will be no sin and no karma.”
Shut up
Shen Du really didn't know anything about Buddhism, and he didn't feel much after hearing him talk like this. He even asked with a smile, "Have you already cultivated? Why are you talking now?"
"… "
Zenzai's straight lips pursed slightly, looked at him after his question, was silent for a moment, and then shook his head.
"It's not done."
"Will there be any impact if you fail to cultivate?"
Shen Du didn't think about this matter to himself at all. After he asked the question, he thought of another one. As his eyes wandered, he only folded the palms of his hands on the left knee of Shanzai sitting cross-legged, and rested his chin. Go up and look at him from below.
"I remember you still repairing your body?"
Holding the fingers of the Buddha beads, they tightened slightly, Shanzai looked down at the person leaning on his lap, only to feel a smile hidden in his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether he was proud or narrow.
It's just that the slanted end of his eyes is hooked like a monster.
So he also laughed out loud and said in a low voice, "Even if you haven't cultivated a thousand ways, even if you have one hand, you can't beat me."
What do you mean by "let me give you one hand, you can't beat me"? !
At this moment, Shen Du was almost jumped off the ground by this sentence, and he was about to fight this monk three to five hundred times!
But when he really wanted to jump up, he gritted his teeth again.
Ten thousand words "You are paralyzed" have already been scolded in his heart, but he has to admit that what the monk said is right, this dead bald donkey is so powerful that people want to strangle him twice!
The previous smile was a little stiff.
Shen Ducai's guilt was suppressed for a moment, and he gritted his teeth without smiling: "I suddenly want to know when you fell in love with me. I like it. A monk, please answer?"
"There are truths and lies, which do you want to hear?"
Zenzai didn't mind his attitude at the moment, and he didn't even have any special reaction when he heard his "get on me", he just looked at him with lowered eyebrows and answered like this.
Shen Du suddenly frowned: "Don't you monks not lie, why are there truths and lies?"
Shanya didn't answer.
Inexplicably, Shen Du felt a little uneasy.
When I asked clearly, I was so bold that I could pierce the sky, and I really wanted to let him choose, and there was a suspicion of "Did the dead bald donkey dig a hole and wait for me to jump?" After thinking about it again and again, he finally said: "Listen to the fake first. If the lies are pleasing to the ears, I will not listen to the truth."
Shanya laughed.
At this moment, looking at Shen Du's clearly not very calm but still forcibly calm look, what came to mind was the blood stained body that came to his mind when he was rescued from the mountain stream at the mountain gate that day, and he fell into the floating water. Inside, it's a monster, but it's also full of embarrassment...
At that time, he remembered the verse of the Buddha that he never understood.
The mud is always the land of lotus flowers, and the nectar is poured into the bottle and fragrant.
"The lie is: Love is a word that starts at the very end. I don't know it when I start it, and it's hard to understand it when I know it. Saving you is like saving a wolf. If you don't know your good intentions, you will be humble, and I am not a child of Buddha. So day in and day out, I keep my heart brooding, and my words are not sincere, knowing that crossing you will only be a waste of effort, or creating one more murderous crime for the world, but I can't bear it. Night."
The lotus blossoms bloom and fall for only a moment, and every heart moves in a flash.
The monk lowered his eyes and looked at him, only to see his stunned expression that he didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand, and felt a little helpless in his heart.
This person is really heartless and elm knotted.
So I was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so I had to add a superfluous sentence: "Monks don't lie, so let me tell you, what I said just now, are all lies."
The monk said that what I said was a lie.
The monk also said that monks do not lie, so what they said was all lies.
Shen Du was stunned.
These two seemingly same words suddenly swirled back and forth in his mind, and finally made his mouth dry, his face was red and his ears were red, and he felt like a heart was about to jump out of his chest!
Can't even speak!
When you speak again, there is a bit of greediness of "you will die": "Then, what about the truth?"
truth...
Zenzai stared at him for a long time this time, looking at the corners of his reddish eyes, like a stone was thrown in the ancient well, just like when he left the Bukong Mountain that day when he went to the bamboo house to open the painting...
My heart was pounding, and it was difficult to calm down.
He reached into the snow-white monk's sleeve and took out something. Without saying a word, his clear eyes dropped, and he only stretched out his five fingers towards the person who was leaning on his lap, and opened his palm.
The sky is bright and the mountains are windy.
The light green petals were half open and half closed, and the already withered spring orchid was lying quietly and perfectly in his merciful palm.
Chapter 87 Dissecting ┃ In broad daylight, facing a monk who once kept the rules and disciplines, throwing his arms into his arms.
Shanzai grew up in a Zen courtyard. From a very young age, he always listened to his elder teachers, uncles and uncles recite sutras and practice Zen. It is probably naturally intelligent, as others have said, with a pair of eyes and a heart, all scriptures and exercises are all read and recited, and you will know it when you get started.
It's just that he never touched the outside world.
As a result, the good and evil and right and wrong written in the scriptures are always unclear, and they are basically stuck on paper.
Until one year, when I was young and ignorant, my stubborn temperament naturally rose and I did several wrong things.
He fished the fish in the lotus pond in the back mountain to the shore, placed it on the stone beside the lotus pond, and watched the scorching sun shine on the fish. Instead, it was getting farther and farther from the lotus pond.
In the end, he opened his mouth in vain and died on a hot stone.
He also caught the flying birds resting on the tree, and tied their slender claws with thin ropes, so that they could only hang on the tree and could not fly away, so they could not prey or satisfy their hunger.
So after a while, only the jagged skeleton is left hanging on the tree.
And those ants that are always crawling all over the mountain.
They are as small as dust, and any child without the power of a chicken can easily kill them, let alone him
Randomly strangle a few of them, then place the corpses in the path they walk, and watch their kin crawl over and linger beside their corpses...
…
Such evil deeds originate from the "evil" inherent in human nature, and are innocent malice who are ignorant of the world.
Because of his power, he can slaughter other existences at will;
Because of their weakness, other beings cannot resist such slaughter.
The principle of "the strong eat the weak" in the world was easily imprinted in his mind in such a natural evil. Even when he later imprisoned and even punished the masters, uncles and uncles of the Zen Academy, he never forgot.
It just subsided later.
One is that there are clear rules and regulations in the Chanyuan. Although he does not understand where he is wrong, he still has to abide by the rules; the other is because he was a little older and followed other older monks down the mountain, watching the chaos of the mundane world. Seeing that all sentient beings are trapped in hardships, they only feel that there is no difference between human beings in heaven and earth and fish, birds, ants, etc.
So I began to know that the masters of the Chanyuan saw with their own eyes why he was so heartbroken and angry, and why they punished him, and also knew what was "good" and what was "evil" in this world.
And because I know, I always reflect on myself.
All human beings are inherently good and evil, and because he was born in a Zen temple, all he sees is good, but he has an uncontrollable thought about the "evil" that he rarely touches.
But the more so, the more self-alarming.
Just because ants are evil, even if they try their best, they can't make too much waves; and the strong among people are evil, and they can cause the same kind and others to fall into catastrophe just by turning over their hands.
Any uncontrolled force should not exist.
People in the world only know that the strong can always be free, nothing can stop them, and no one can match them. Little do they know that the stronger they are, the more restrained they will be.
Especially those who have evil intentions and are very tyrannical.
If not, it would be fine to harm oneself. The most fearful thing is not only harming oneself but also harming others.
Therefore, even though there were all kinds of troubles in his heart, Shanzai never dared to indulge himself, burying his head in the Buddhist scriptures day by day, trying to gain enlightenment from the supreme solution.
But he never thought—
You will meet Shen Du.
A notorious and murderous big devil, when it is mentioned, it is called a demon and Taoist master who is frightened by most Jianghu people.
He didn't even think that when he met this person, he was already at the end of the shot. With his last breath, he staggered from outside the canyon to the Zhige monument, and then fell down.
At that time he was standing in front of the second mountain gate.
What he saw in his eyes was not a demonic Taoist master who was seriously injured, but just a kind of evil that took one's sword and went his own way.
So he saved him.
Neither was seen by anyone, nor was he informed of anyone in the Chanyuan. He just collected medicine for him to treat his illness and delivered meals. Looking at him coldly, he clearly couldn't bear the faint impatience on his face when he still wanted to be with himself. Full of nonsense, jokes that I don't know if it's true or not.
If so, the heart is like an ancient well.
Until that day, in front of his face, he deliberately used bamboo chopsticks to kill the little ant...
He was angry for the first time.
It's just that the rigorous practice over the years has allowed him to control his anger well, and he didn't do anything to him, nor did he punish him like his uncle punished him back then. He just took the food that he originally brought him, only Left a bowl of rice.
After returning to the Thousand Buddhas Hall that night, he felt in a trance even chanting scriptures. He just sat in front of the Buddhist altar and thought, why are people who are inherently evil in this world dedicated to goodness and self-reflection day by day, while those who are inherently good are inherently evil. People plunge into the abyss of bad karma without repentance
Shen Du asked him, would you like to cross me
He shook his head and gave him the answer, unwilling.
But on that day, when I saw the picture of Chunlan that he casually drew on the desk, a different kind of thought came to me.
He picked up the pen, but stood in front of the case for a long time.
Then the butterfly that was waiting for Lankai fell.
Shanzai thought that after all, he was contradictory, and he was born in a contradiction, and after all, he was like all the living beings in the world, and he could not be liberated.
When the pen was written, the crime was already convicted.
It's just that at that time, I just thought it was unbearable, so I destroyed my body under his glance, and didn't have any doubts about my own thoughts, until I saw the one left on the Thousand Buddha Hall after he stole the Buddha beads. Eight words, only to feel pain and anger, and actually gave birth to unreasonable hatred.
After that, I only heard that the aloof demon Daoist Master Shen Duxiu was fully recovered, destroyed two cases in a row with the power of one person, created all kinds of murders outside the Bukong Mountain, returned to the rivers and lakes, and continued to stir up the bloody situation.
Sword Lodge, Eight Arrays, the World Association...
Then he was forced to go up to the Bukong Mountain with that supreme demonic attitude, and he was reckless and presumptuous, and dared to utter nonsense in front of the Buddha.
He knew at that time that he had moved his heart, but he had always been a person who suppressed his impulses rationally. One was a demon, mixed in the way of demons and unwilling to be kind;
Nothing is more different than this.
Therefore, when he pressed questions before the Buddha, he was angry, and for the first time he did not suppress the evil thoughts crawling out of his gloomy heart.
Motivation is not inexplicable.
Just as he has suppressed his evil thoughts, cultivated a kind heart, and performed good deeds in his penance for more than ten years, even if he is depressed for a while, he can suppress this rash heart, repent in front of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, and let all the worldly thoughts be buried in ashes. .
So until Shen Du left, he never appeared again.
I thought everything would end here and the dust had settled, but who would have imagined that on such a fortuitous afternoon, with an accidental thought, he walked into the bamboo house that no longer lived in, and saw the sight of That painting, and that half-open orchid...
So all boundaries collapsed.
All the previously suppressed things rekindled in his heart tenfold, turning the world upside down.
Just such a small orchid...
"That's my answer."
His eyes fell on the withered orchid, the curvature of the curved lips never fell, and the voice was in the mountain wind, pure and peaceful.
At such a moment, Shen Du couldn't understand his eyes.
He only felt that there were too many complicated emotions hidden in it, and he was a fool who didn't know anything about Buddhist scriptures, so he couldn't interpret it at all, so he simply didn't interpret it.
Because there is no need at all.
He only needs to see clearly, the bottom of these eyes, at this moment only reflects his own outline, it is enough.
The heart became fiery and hot.
Shen Dugou was so daring that he couldn't control himself at all, and at this moment he straightened up and pressed him to kiss him.
The breathing was chaotic and rapid, and the mood was so tumultuous.
The soft and trembling lips are printed on the thin smiling lips of the monk, and the tip of the bright red tongue is hot and boldly sent along the gap between his slightly opened lips, which can neither suppress the enthusiasm of this moment, nor control the fascination of this moment. chaos.
Shen Du thought, he is shameless.
In broad daylight, he threw himself into the arms of a monk who used to observe the strict rules of Buddhism.