Just as Ye Jinwu was about to leave, the innkeeper's wife seemed to suddenly see her and waved at her: "Miss Ye, come and sit down."
The proprietress was not wearing traditional Bai clothing, but a brightly colored long skirt, which was made using the Bai ethnic group's unique printing and dyeing techniques and had a unique charm. She had a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around her right wrist, with scriptures engraved on them, and it was obvious that she was a Buddhist.
Ye Jinwu couldn't refuse.
She had lived in this hotel for some time, and the landlady had always been very caring towards her, especially when she was sick before.
She subconsciously glanced at Si Yuanzhen and found that he was not looking at her, but was carving the wooden hairpin in his hand with his head down. Somehow, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, moved her slightly numb legs, slowly chose a corner not far from the proprietress and sat down, and began to recite the Heart Sutra silently in her heart.
"Therefore, in the void there is no form, no feeling, no thought, no action, no consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind, no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma, no vision realm, and even no consciousness realm... Because there is no hindrance, there is no fear, and one is far away from upside-down dreams, and finally attains Nirvana..."
She kept reminding herself in her mind that what she saw in front of her eyes, heard with her ears, and thought in her heart, all form, feeling, perception, volition and consciousness, were nothing but the five aggregates, which are empty.
Ye Jinwu, who was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, did not notice that Si Yuanzhen smiled and gave the proprietress a grateful smile, and there was a smile of success in his eyes when his eyes swept over her.
"I wonder what kind of woman you like?" another woman asked persistently.
A pair of beautiful eyes moved on Si Yuanzhen, with obsession flashing in them.
A handsome, rich, and infatuated man has always been the object of pursuit for all women.
At this time, although the man told everyone that he already had someone he loved, this could not stop the women from being obsessed with him. Instead, it made the women even more crazy.
Si Yuanzhen's eyes fell on the woman sitting in the corner, who seemed to be isolated from the world. After thinking for a while, he said, "The woman who makes me crazy about her."
Ye Jinwu felt the man's strong gaze and silently recited most of the Heart Sutra, but was strangled to death. She suddenly thought of what the man said to her in the utility room that day. He said he was crazy about her.
When she came to her senses, she found that she had forgotten where she was in such a short passage of the Heart Sutra, so she had to start from the beginning.
Another woman asked: "What kind of woman can make you crazy?"
The woman looked charming. She sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Si Yuanzhen. Her voice was extremely soft and a little sweet.
Si Yuanzhen just smiled and said nothing.
The movements of carving the wooden hairpin became more and more smooth and skillful. The shape of a pear blossom gradually took shape on the head of the hairpin.
The woman didn't give up, and moved closer to Si Yuanzhen, breathing like orchids: "How do you think I compare to the woman you like?"
She is quite confident about her looks and figure.
Ye Jinwu suddenly found that she could no longer recite the Buddhist scriptures that had always made her feel peaceful and detached. She found the scene before her a bit boring.
But when the woman came closer, Si Yuanzhen stretched out a hand and grabbed her throat, smiling wickedly: "You? You are not even worthy of carrying her shoes." He naturally increased the strength of his hand, and raised his thin lips lightly: "How dirty!"
After saying that, she let go of the woman's throat, took out a blue handkerchief and wiped each of her fingers carefully. Then she took out a lighter and pressed it lightly. With a light "clang" sound, a cluster of blue flames suddenly jumped out and landed on the blue handkerchief. The bright yellow fire lit up, illuminating the man's face, which seemed neither evil nor charming, like a burden.
To him, women are pets.
When I have nothing to do, I can tease them anytime and make them laugh. It is also quite interesting to watch them being pretentious, awkward, and coquettish. However, I never like to let these pets get close to me.
However, there was one woman who was an exception.
He didn't want to tease her.
Just want to fuck her.
"Cough, cough, cough..." The woman who was thrown to the ground by him fell to the ground in a mess, covering her throat and coughing continuously, her pupils contracted, and her emotions of fear and horror were clearly revealed.
The women surrounding Si Yuanzhen, even with thick makeup on their faces, could not hide their inner fear, and the originally harmonious atmosphere instantly became stagnant.
Si Yuanzhen was smiling, with a mouth full of white teeth, and the wrinkles at the corners of her peach blossom eyes made her look gorgeous: "Sorry, I don't like people getting close to me. It makes me lose control and want to break his neck."
Holding a butcher knife, he does not believe in Buddha, does not believe in people, only in himself.
Anyone who came close to him could not control the murderous intent in his heart.
Except for one woman, for the first time in his life he felt a desire to get closer.
In the dim Zen room of Lingji Temple, when the air was filled with the smell of sandalwood that made him drowsy and extremely disgusting and made him irritable and want to kill someone, her voice, pure, clear, peaceful and elegant, as if from heaven, was like a gurgling spring, flowing through his heart, cleansing his soul, soothing her restless emotions, as if all his sins of killing had been redeemed by such a voice.
What the old bald donkey Lingji said was right, Buddha could not save him, but she could.
During this period, he realized this more clearly.
He will not resist the arrangement of fate, and he will use any means to get what he wants.
His laughter did not ease the tense atmosphere, but made it even more tense.
The lady boss smiled and came out to smooth things over: "That's a bit too much of a joke, stop it now!"
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
There was a storm in Ye Jinwu's eyes.
She couldn't imagine that the man who smiled as charmingly as the rosemary at Scarborough Fair in the last second could turn hostile in the next second, say the most cruel words in the world, do horrible things, and then be calm and smiling the next second.
Her mind could not accept his behavior.
However, I am conflicted inside and cannot judge such behavior.
A woman walked away from Si Yuanzhen, swaying her round buttocks, and walked to the high round stool not far from the bar in a charming manner and sat down, crossing her legs. Her white and slender legs had a dreamy beauty under the light.
The woman picked up the microphone and sang a British lyrical love song in a hoarse and suppressed voice.
A woman's voice has a unique charm. She can sing a love song with full emotion.
Ye Jinwu was a little fascinated by what she heard.
When the song ended, the woman shook the microphone in her hand and looked at Si Yuanzhen: "I think you need a love song now."
Si Yuanzhen did not refuse. He looked at the microphone in the woman's hand for a while and said, "It seems so."