This tea has no taste at all.
If Su Ziyu still had the strength, he would probably have a fight with Qing Ji in front of him, but now he is just consciously possessing An Zhen. An Zhen is just an ordinary monk, and even a little finger of the other party is gone. Can't beat it.
If you can't beat them, you have to outsmart them.
But Su Ziyu still doesn't know how to escape from this real dream. He just has a little clue, and he still has to try it to find out.
"An Zhen."
"You've been walking all day. Let me soak your feet." Just when Su Ziyu was distracted, Qing Ji walked in with a wooden basin.
It was filled with hot water and a few flower petals sprinkled on it.
Qing Ji placed the wooden basin at Su Ziyu's feet, then stretched out her white fingers to help him take off his shoes. At this time, An Zhen's remaining consciousness was causing trouble again, as if she wanted to break free of her feet from Qing Ji's hands. When he came out, Su Ziyu couldn't help but let him mess up things again, so he forcibly suppressed An Zhen's remaining consciousness, fighting for control of his body at this time.
"How's it going? Is it hot? Do you want to add some cold water?" Just when Su Ziyu suppressed An Zhen's remaining consciousness, Qing Ji already held his feet in both hands and put them into the tub, not caring about the feet. The dirt stuck on it was gently pressed on the soles of the feet.
The soles of the feet were pinched by a pair of soft fingers, feeling a little itchy.
An Zhen's remaining consciousness finally stopped resisting, and Su Ziyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This was the first time in his life that someone washed his feet so gently and carefully. He lowered his head and looked at Qingji who was carefully cleaning the dirt in front of him and carefully massaging the soles of his feet, and his expression softened a lot.
Without that kind of pathological love and possessiveness, Kiyohime would have been a perfect Fuso wife like Yamato Nadeshiko.
She is also very beautiful.
The small face is extremely delicate, the slender willow eyebrows, and the bright eyes give people a feeling like Xiaojiabiyu. In terms of appearance, among the monsters Su Ziyu has seen so far, only Qing Xingdeng can rival her.
"Let me do it myself." Su Ziyu said slowly.
He was still not used to being served by others, and he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything if he softened his heart. However, he knew the nature of the beautiful girl in front of him. At this time, Qingji was almost turning into a monster. As long as something slightly wrong irritates her, she will immediately turn black into a monster with a body and a snake's tail, and instantly burn the fish into a pile of charcoal.
"Is it because I didn't do enough?" Qing Ji raised her head, looking pitiful.
"Then... then you go ahead..." Su Ziyu wanted to refuse, but was afraid that Qing Ji would turn dark again, so he could only be forced to enjoy her service.
After washing Su Ziyu's feet clean, Qingji carried the wooden basin and walked out. Before leaving, she said softly: "Then you have a good rest. I will take you to a fun place tomorrow."
She finally left.
After Qingji left, Su Ziyu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and looked around the room, and found that there were many Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf.
Qing Ji's family should be very rich.
Although this manor is in the suburbs, it looks quite big. It should belong to the level of powerful landowners. Qingji is an only daughter. If she really marries her, she should be a small landowner for the rest of her life. Su Ziyu couldn't figure out why An Zhen wanted to go back on her word. Is it because in his heart, Buddhism is higher than the love between children
Sure enough, the thinking of monks is indeed different from that of ordinary people.
Su Ziyu flipped through these Buddhist scriptures for a while in boredom. He didn't know what to do with the situation in front of him, so he could only wait for the old monk to come back.
But the old monk seemed to be chatting with layman Qingci.
Su Ziyu waited for a while but didn't see anyone. At this time, the night was getting darker. Just when Su Ziyu was about to take a rest and talk tomorrow, An Zhen's remaining consciousness came out with another voice: "No! Qingji must be sure You want to keep me here."
"I have to find a way to escape."
"It's now."
Then, An Zhen's remaining consciousness suddenly seized control of her body and cautiously moved outside the manor.
Damn it!
Don't make trouble!
I haven't thought about what to do yet!
Su Ziyu tried to seize control of his body, but An Zhen's remaining consciousness was quite firm at this time, and there was only one thought of escape in his mind. He was unable to seize control of his body for a while.
The gate of the manor is right in front of you.
An Zhen didn't care so much and actually wanted to climb out of the wall.
"Where are you going?" At this moment, a faint female voice suddenly came from behind.
Ruined.
This one must be cold.
An Zhen turned back a little stiffly. Behind him was Qing Ji with an expressionless face. Her face was no longer as gentle as before, and her eyes had turned into strange vertical pupils, with a little bit of dark red. Flames appeared around her, Qing Ji said coldly: "You really lied to me! You actually want to escape!"
"I... I'm going to Xiongye to pay homage..." An Zhen was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Even he himself didn't believe this poor excuse.
A wisp of dark red flame came.
In the piercing pain, An Zhen's whole body was turned into charcoal, and the strange flames began to spread, and soon the entire manor was burned to ashes. Qing Ji, whose body turned into a snake's tail, emerged from the flames, wantonly Venting his rage, he turned everything around him into a sea of fire.
… … …
"Anzhen, Anzhen!"
"Woke up."
Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes, and then cursed: "Fuck! He died again!"
He ignored the surprised old monk next to him, stood up directly, patted his butt and said, "Let's go. It's going to rain. We have to hurry up."
This is not the second time Su Ziyu has been burned to death by Qing Ji.
In fact, he had just been burned to death by Qing Ji for the eleventh time. After dying so many times, he was almost used to Qing Ji's flames, and the pain made him a little numb.
Su Ziyu tried many ways to break the situation, and even tried to escape halfway without going to Qingji's manor.
But he didn't expect that in the middle of the night, he would be caught up by the demonized Qing Ji, and then burned to charcoal by another fire. After dying so many times, Su Ziyu has gradually understood something, that is, An Zhen really wants to be a monk. Even after dying so many times, his residual consciousness is already very weak, and even Even if it is about to dissipate, he will still forcefully take away control of his body and escape at the critical moment.
To escape is to die.
Su Ziyu has already discovered the contradiction.
If he goes to the manor and suppresses An Zhen's residual consciousness too much and gets closer to Qing Ji, then An Zhen's residual consciousness will resist and escape early in the middle of the night, which is basically a dead end. And if he doesn't suppress An Zhen's residual consciousness, then because he is too cold, he will trigger Qing Ji's inquiry in advance and ask him if he wants to regret it. At that time, no matter how he answers, Qing Ji will quickly darken, which is also a dead end. One piece.
An Zhen is determined to become a monk.
Qing Ji is also determined to ask An Zhen to marry her, otherwise she will be cremated.
Both of these men are extremely paranoid people.
Su Ziyu had died many times because of the conflicts between the two sides. If he got too close to Qing Ji, An Zhen's remaining consciousness would rebel, and he would soon run away and be burned to death. But if An Zhen's idea is followed, Qing Ji will turn black at night, and needless to say, she will end up being burned to death.
Poor Su Ziyu thought for a long time, and finally thought of a possible way to break the situation.
That is to let An Zhen become a monk again and marry Qing Ji.
certainly.
In this day and age, that's just not possible.
Because monks today are absolutely not allowed to marry and have children, but in the distant future, Fuso monks can marry and have children.
soon.
A manor appeared in front of us, and Qingji's expectant figure also quickly appeared.
"You are finally here." An unusually gentle female voice sounded.
Qing Ji quickly walked up to Su Ziyu and said with a very happy expression: "An Zhen? Are you hungry?"
"I prepared some fast food for you."
Anzhen's remaining consciousness at this time can no longer control her body's daily actions, and will only run away desperately under certain circumstances.
"Yes." Su Ziyu smiled politely and cordially.
He nodded and stepped back half a step: "Let's go in."
Qingji's expression was slightly disappointed, but she quickly followed suit.
Su Ziyu was already very familiar with the following plot. He quietly enjoyed Qingji's service and waited for the night to fall.
The old monk went to discuss Buddhism with layman Qingci again.
After a while, Qing Ji also walked in with a wooden basin. If she was not too close to her, she would not bring tea, but if Qing Ji did not come over to wash An Zhen's feet at night, it basically means that She was about to turn black.
Su Ziyu enjoyed Qingji soaking his feet indifferently. He had been burned to death by Qingji so many times, so it was appropriate for him to let her serve him.
"Sit down." Just when Qingji stood up and was about to take the tub out, Su Ziyu suddenly said: "Do you like to hear stories? Let me tell you a story."
Qingji obediently knelt down next to her and said softly: "As long as it's what you say, I like to hear it."
An Zhen would tell her some stories before, but they were all stories from Buddhist scriptures. The purpose was to make Qingji understand that he could not give up Buddhism, and to see if he could persuade her to give up voluntarily.
Qingji didn't like listening to those boring Buddhist stories, but she still listened patiently.
"This story comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty." Su Ziyu's tone was very calm, as if he had returned to the day when he told Qing Xingdeng a story, and said slowly: "The protagonist of the story is a monster, a snake spirit who has been practicing for thousands of years. The name is Bai Suzhen.”
Isn’t it a story from the Buddhist scriptures
A monster
Qingji's beautiful pupils had a faint look, and the gentle expression gradually disappeared, but she was still full of curiosity, as if she wanted to know what kind of story this was.
"A long time ago, there was a boy who was herding cattle."
"He rescued a small white snake from a snake catcher and released it..."
Su Ziyu leisurely told the story of Bai Suzhen. It could be seen that Qingji in front of her was very engaged in listening. She seemed to have assumed the role of Bai Suzhen, especially when she heard that Bai Suzhen was suppressed in the Jinshan River. After getting under Leifeng Pagoda, his whole body couldn't help but tense up, and wisps of dark red flames appeared around his body.
"This Fahai is so hateful!" Qingji's pupils were full of anger, emitting a strange light as if they were on fire.
When hearing the end of the story.
Her face was full of joy again, and she seemed to be very excited about this happy ending.
"This story is so wonderful!" Qingji's eyes became gentle again, as full as water, and she looked at the Su Ziyu in front of her dreamily, and said softly: "Qingji will also work hard to become a wife like Bai Suzhen! …”
Su Ziyu remained silent.
An Zhen's remaining consciousness seemed to have some signs of wanting to rebel. He was determined to become a monk.
"Did you know?" Su Ziyu thought for a while and said slowly: "Becoming a monk and studying Buddhism is my lifelong pursuit."
"But there is no way for a monk to marry a wife and have children."
"I'm troubled by this."
"If I marry you, I won't be able to be a monk. But if I want to be a monk, I can't marry you anymore."
After hearing Su Ziyu's words, the air around him suddenly fell silent.
Qingji's expression gradually turned cold, and she stared at him with a pair of faint pupils. The shallow vertical pupils had appeared. It seemed that if she didn't say a word correctly, she would turn black and turn into a monster.
Su Ziyu raised his head and stared at Qingji's pair of faint vertical pupils, as if ignoring the will-o'-the-wisp burning beside her. The experience of watching movies countless times in his previous life, and the acting skills of generations of movie kings were blessing him. He had even She was completely immersed in the drama, completely transforming herself into An Zhen, and said in an affectionate but extremely complicated voice: "Do you know?"
"I had a dream yesterday, and it was a long, long time in the future."
"At that time, monks in Fuso could marry and have children!"
"At that time, I was thinking, how wonderful it would be if we lived in such an era!"
Su Ziyu sighed softly, and then said in a deep voice: "I will marry you."
"But it must be after I go to Kumano to worship and come back. Becoming a monk is my lifelong pursuit. I must personally resolve this cause and effect."
Qing Ji was silent for a long time after hearing this, then raised her head and stared at him and said, "Okay. Then I'll wait for you to come back."
"In the long, long future, will monks in Fuso really be able to marry and have children?"
Qing Ji only cares about whether An Zhen will marry her. It doesn't matter whether he is a monk or not. What she hates most is that a monk cannot marry. If she could, she certainly didn't want An Zhen to give up her lifelong pursuit.
"Yeah. That's what it was like in that dream." Su Ziyu said slowly.
In the fifth year of Meiji, in order to weaken the power of Buddhism, the Fuso government imitated Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's order and issued the "Meat-Eating Wife Ban", declaring that "from now on, monks will obey their own laws regardless of whether they grow hair, marry wives, have children, or eat wine and meat." Convenience". At first, this law was extremely resisted by the monks, but the remaining monks could not stand it, and some people began to blatantly drink, eat and marry, marry and have children. Moreover, the law also allowed that temples could be inherited as private property and could be passed down directly. to their descendants. This leads to a result, that is, monks who strictly observe the precepts have no heirs left behind. On the contrary, those monks who break the precepts can turn the temple into their own family property and pass it on to their descendants.
The Surangama Sutra once said: In the Age of Dharma Ending, evil masters preach the Dharma like the sand of the Ganges River.
The devil king also said when the Buddha passed away: At the end of the Dharma, my sons and grandsons will be monks, wearing your cassocks, destroying your Dharma, taking the name of monks, and practicing the devil's way.
A night of silence.
Su Ziyu finally survived until the next morning.
The next day it was Qing Ji who sent him out in person. An Zhen's remaining consciousness, which was about to dissipate, took over the control of his body. He took a deep look at Qing Ji in front of him, and then looked back without looking back. Walking towards the distance.
Along the way, Su Ziyu became a bystander again.
And An Zhen's residual consciousness seemed to be burning. It was obviously about to disappear, but he persisted extremely tenaciously until he came to a place called 'Daocheng Temple'.
at the same time.
Qingji, who was waiting at home, was suddenly shaken. She seemed to feel something and ran out like crazy. Soon she was running with disheveled hair and a mess. She didn't know when her eyes had turned into ashes. Facing the monster's vertical pupils, the lower body turned into a long and narrow snake tail. Qing Ji's whole body turned into a monster. She flew past on the road, causing countless people to flee in shock.
Daocheng Temple appeared in front bit by bit.
Qing Ji's figure set off a strong wind and approached here. She looked at the trembling monks in front of the door with expressionless faces and said coldly: "Let An Zhen come out to see me!"
He did not go to Kumano to worship!
He came to this temple!
He lied to me! ! !
Wisps of dark red flames appeared around Qing Ji. The calmer her expression became, the colder it became. It was the suppressed and restrained mad anger that was about to explode.
But the next second, her anger suddenly went out.
"An Zhen has passed away." An old monk walked out slowly, clasping his hands towards the demonized Qing Ji with a somewhat frightened expression: "Come with me. An Zhen left some words for you."
In front of a big bell, An Zhen's body sat cross-legged, like an enlightened monk, but she had long since lost the breath of life.
Qing Ji swam over slowly, her expression extremely sad. She leaned down and reached out to touch An Zhen's face, and saw a piece of paper left by him before his death, with a Chinese poem written on it.
- "I once worried that being passionate would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would not be able to fall in love with the city."
- "The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you."
Drops of blood-red tears fell down.
The hands of Qingji holding the paper in front of her were trembling. She was murmuring the poem that An Zhen left for her before she passed away. Her whole body was so choked that she could not speak. Her demonic aura gradually faded away. The dark blue snake scales turned into crystal white bit by bit. At this time, Qingji actually turned into a white snake in just a few breaths. She slowly, extremely carefully, and extremely gently wrapped it around An Zhen's body, which had already passed away, murmured: "If there is no you in this world, what's the point of living alone?"
Wisps of dark blue flames emerged.
The flame quickly rose up and swallowed up An Zhen and Qing Ji. The two people just disappeared as the flame dissipated in front of the big bell.
… … …
"Thanks."
With a faint sound of thanks, Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes.
"It's finally out!"
Su Ziyu couldn't help but look stunned. He looked at his palm, where a strange bead lay quietly.
— "An Zhen's Theory [Legend]."
at the same time.
Somewhere in the forest, a somewhat panicked voice sounded: "No! He's woken up! Qingji's side should be waking up soon too!"
"I have to run quickly!"
"Otherwise he will definitely have to fight for me!"
"Old Slippery!"
"You have done me a disservice this time! This real dream actually damaged my hundred years of practice!"
"No! It seems we can't stay here any longer! I'd better go to Ryukyu!"
Mount Fuji.
In a dense and isolated forest, in a temple that was burned and turned into ruins, a female voice suddenly sounded anxious and worried.
"An Zhen!!?"
A long and narrow white snake tail flashed past the ruins of the temple, and then disappeared into the lush forest.
… … …
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