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 divine art, so 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.