"… "
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 answer anything, just calmly took Shen Du's hand that was holding onto him away, 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, 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 as light as 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 came in with a bowl of boiled medicine, 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. You don't know it when you start it, and it's hard to understand when you know it. Saving you is like saving a jackal. If you don't know your good intentions, you'll be cheap, and I'm not a child of Buddha. , so day after day, I keep brooding, I don’t speak from the heart, I know it’s just a waste of time to get over you, or it will make another murder for the world, but I can’t bear to get over it. When there is a conflict in love, it’s time to be able to distinguish it and to be liberated. It's too late."
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.