As soon as Shen Jiayan teleported over, his eyes darkened, and he was covered by a gray monk's robe. The monk's clothes were stained with a faint scent of sandalwood, which smelled good.
Shen Jiayan hurriedly took off the clothes that covered his face, and saw Fanyin standing in front of him.
His facial features are delicate and soft, and his temperament is as elegant as a lotus flower. He just stood there quietly, with no waves in his eyes, just like an ink painting surrounded by mountains and rivers. Even the peach blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard can't compare to his radiance.
Fanyin's clear and watery eyes looked over: "Are you in serious trouble?"
Shen Jiayan hesitated for a moment, then rushed over and hugged Sanskrit, trembling: "I'm afraid, I'm so scared, there are so many of them..."
Sanskrit had never been so close to a person before, and the person in his arms was disheveled, with warm skin sticking to his own underwear, which was always against the rules.
Sanskrit wanted to reach out and push the person in his arms away, but felt him trembling and stopped.
Fanyin's hands froze in mid-air, and he was at a loss for a while. Finally, it lightly landed on Shen Jiayan's back, and patted it unnaturally a few times: "Okay, they're leaving."
Shen Jiayan turned a deaf ear to it, and just kept burrowing into Sanskrit's arms. The monk's robe that Sanskrit had just put on for him suddenly slipped off, revealing the white and tender skin inside, with the red marks left by the struggle just now; and a small, red mole in the center of the shoulder blade.
Sanskrit's ears were immediately stained red, he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger: "Let go of the poor monk first."
Shen Jiayan was not sure if he was really angry, so he let go of his hand obediently, with tears still in his eyes, he lowered his head and said: "I know that I am lowly, so naturally I can't get into the eyes of the national teacher, no wonder the national teacher dislikes it." I'm dirty."
When he was talking, his fingers were twisted tightly, and there were red marks in his hands.
Shen Jiayan's clothes were torn to pieces, and they had long since lost their ability to cover. That snow-white skin was dazzling, if it wasn't for him who was standing here today, I'm afraid that no matter who it is, they would lose their minds and rush forward.
Unfortunately, this person still showed a look of grievance, that appearance only wanted people to bully him more severely, preferably bullying until he shed tears...
Sanskrit suddenly realized what kind of terrible thought he had just thought. After silently reciting a few Buddhist words, he stabilized his wavering Buddha heart again: "In the eyes of the poor monk, all living beings are equal. Don't underestimate yourself."
Shen Jiayan blinked, and tears rolled down his cheeks: "Then national teacher, can I light up the ancient Buddha with you and serve the Buddha?"
"No." Sanskrit refused almost in a panic, and then felt that he refused too quickly, so he added another sentence: "Your world is not broken, and the six roots are not pure, so you cannot enter the Buddhist gate."
But what is the real reason, only Sanskrit knows.
That was a reason he couldn't talk about—he was actually moved.
"System, what does it mean that the mundane world is not broken and the six roots are not clean?" Shen Jiayan was a little confused, "It seems that there is no such part in the original plot?"
The black cat looked at Sanskrit, and then at its host: "Could it be that you have hair and he doesn't?"
"Oh." Shen Jiayan suddenly realized.
Shen Jiayan picked up the scissors in the make-up niche next to the bed, and twisted his hair completely.
The waterfall-like black hair was cut off at the roots, leaving only uneven hair. The ink-colored hair slowly fell from the air to the ground, covering the ground, which looked shocking.
Shen Jiayan asked him with his disheveled hair: "National teacher, does this count as clean six senses?"
Sanskrit's hand fiddled with the prayer beads paused slightly. Few things in this world can disturb his heart, but after meeting this person, he made an exception again and again.
It is said that his appearance is just a stinky skin, but for some reason, Su Yichen at this moment is surprisingly beautiful in his eyes. That kind of beauty is like a blazing flame, you know you will be burned if you get close to it, but you still can't help but be attracted by its brilliance.
Moths to the flame, probably nothing more than that.
Sanskrit closed his eyes, and still refused cruelly: "It doesn't count."
"Okay." Shen Jiayan smiled, but his expression was a little desperate. He stepped back step by step: "Since the Buddha is not willing to take me in, then tell me, Master Guoshi, will the King of Hades be willing to take me in?"
Fanyin subconsciously went to pull Shen Jiayan, but only had time to tear off a corner of his clothes.
Shen Jiayan's forehead hit the vermilion pillar heavily, and the dark red blood snaked down.
Fanyin hastily reached out to pick him up, and tore off the string of the prayer bead in a panic. Those beads rolled down one by one, hit the ground, and finally rolled to all directions in the room.
Sanskrit stared at the beads in a daze, and slowly closed his eyes. Sighed in my heart: That's all!
Shen Jiayan was still in dizziness, when he heard the Sanskrit voice say in a clear voice: "When your injury recovers, come to Ting Zen Temple to find me, and follow me to practice Buddhism."
"Thank you, Master." Shen Jiayan's lips were almost transparent, but he still smiled.
Sanskrit carried Shen Jiayan onto the bed, and said in a lingering voice, "Since you followed me to practice Buddhism, you changed to Yunzi Generation, and the name of the Dharma is Yunchen. From then on, just call me Master."
"Master." Shen Jiayan called obediently, although the person in front of him was only one year older than him.
Sanskrit nodded slightly, and when he was about to say something, there were bustling voices, mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps, and someone came over.
The leading woman seemed to be over forty years old, even though she was well maintained, she couldn't hide the signs of aging in the corners of her eyes, and there were deep wrinkles between her brows. She was a serious and difficult woman at first sight. She was dressed in a dark-patterned gown embroidered with gold blessing characters, and every step seemed to be measured, and she walked in a well-regulated manner.
She is the Yan family, the aunt of the Su family, and Su Yun's biological mother.
Yan gave a blessing to the Sanskrit: "This wicked man did such a shameful thing, but he stained the eyes of the holy monk for no reason. First, I will apologize to the holy monk here. Please move the holy monk, I will Now let's set the rules for this shameless thing. Come, please ask the family law."
Su Yun smiled and echoed: "Mother, it seems that my second brother wants a man. Let him out as soon as possible."
"Shut up!" Yan yelled, "In front of the holy monk, what are you talking about?"
Su Yun was upset, but because of Yan's face, she didn't dare to talk back, she just muttered in a low voice: "It's not me who said it. You said he still has that face to look at, and he will be a sycophant for others in the future." Beloved, it can also make my official career smoother."
Sanskrit heard it clearly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He finally understood why this boy would rather die than leave this place.
While talking, the housekeeper brought the cane over. The cane was about the size of an adult man's forearm, and there were still some burrs on it that hadn't been smoothed out. Just by looking at it, one can imagine how painful it would be if hit on the body. pain.
The children of the aristocratic families who were scared away before came in with Yan Shi, and seeing this posture, all of them rolled up their sleeves and prepared to watch the show. Several faces were filled with uncontrollable excitement, and they were still yelling: "Okay, hit him, hit him hard."
Obviously, it is commonplace.
"Madam Su, from today onwards, Su Yichen will be the poor monk's apprentice. If he is the poor monk's apprentice, don't bother Mrs. Su. Once he recovers from his injuries, the poor monk will pick him up and leave." Fanyin saw Shen Jiayan said with a shrunken expression.
Yan was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned cold: "Holy Monk, I respect you so I honor you as a Holy Monk. It's just that he hasn't been ordained yet, so he can't be regarded as your formal disciple. And as long as he doesn't get shaved for a day, he will be one day." Ri is from my Su Mansion. I teach my own children, this is my family business, I am afraid that the holy monk can't control it?"
She knew in her heart how Yan Shi had treated Su Yichen so harshly all these years.
The more she knew, the more she knew that Su Yichen must never be allowed to climb up. Once he is on top, it is impossible for their mother and son to have a good life.
This Su Yichen has been fed chronic poison by her since he was a child, and his body is already weak. If he was beaten like this before going to the temple, it is not known whether he would survive. Wanting to become Sanskrit's apprentice is simply a dream!
"Okay. The poor monk understands." Fanyin said, slowly bent down and hugged Su Yichen in his arms, "Then Madam Su, please."
Yan slammed the cane up heavily, and snorted coldly: "Holy Monk, don't blame me. According to the family rules, there are fifty canes in total. If you can't bear it, you can get out of the way."
Sanskrit ignored her and murmured Buddhist scriptures with an extremely devout expression.
Yan was out of breath from the beating, but saw that Sanskrit was chanting sutras as if nothing had happened. It has been hit forty times, but Yan threw away the cane: "Okay, holy monk, I will give you face today. Let's forget about it."
After speaking, Yan took Su Yun and left.
It's just that the vicious eyes cast on Shen Jiayan before leaving let Shen Jiayan know that it is absolutely impossible to just let it go.
"The poor monk will go back and deliver the ultimatum for you, and you can rest in Su's mansion to recover from your wounds." Sanskrit slowly straightened up, walking step by step at a leisurely pace, as if he were an immortal.
It's just that when Sanskrit returned to Tingchan Temple, as soon as he sat on the fan, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The old abbot slowly took the broom to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, and a wise light flashed in his eyes: "Fanyin, your Buddha's mind is unstable. Why?"
"For one person." Sanskrit lowered his eyelashes.
"Then what do you want?" the old host stopped sweeping the floor and asked.
"Hide him, avoid him, let him, never see him again." Fanyin replied coldly like a cold moon.
"Look at the fallen leaves on the ground. No matter how I sweep them, I can't clean them up." The old host smiled. "Your heart is the ground. No matter how you clean or wipe it, what should fall on it will eventually fall on it." Fall on it. Tell me, did you clean it up?"
"What does Master mean?" Sanskrit turned his face to ask him, his expression was a little dazed, innocent like a child.
"Kiss him, get close to him, let him go, until there are no more ripples in your heart." The old monk continued to sweep the floor, "In this way, one day, when the leaves fall, they will not leave any traces in your heart."