20, Youtanhua

The girl's body was a beauty he had never seen before, and unlike the cold and wooden Buddha statues, this body exuded warmth, and softness, carrying a demagogic fragrance.

Miao Fan was addicted to it and could not extricate himself, his desire outcame Zen mind, and he was no longer satisfied with the sweetness in his mouth, but began to explore other places. Qianqian was picked open by him, and with a soft sigh, her neck was already covered with two hot petals, she was happy and ashamed, and the heart in her chest was pounding, almost jumping out.

"Little monk," Qianqian gasped and clasped her hands on Miao Fan, "You like me, right?" ”

She liked him, so much so that she couldn't put it into words. This affection was wonderful, and she couldn't tell when it came, or if it would disappear, but now she liked it very much, liked every part of him, liked to spend time with him, liked to be intimate with him, and even felt full of joy to do such a thing that violated etiquette.

She interrupted him, and he stopped and looked up slowly, the spring tide still in his eyes. He looked at her in a daze, as if he was a little confused: "You...... Like me, right? ”

"Really!" Qianqian was amused by his stunned appearance, and glanced at him annoyed, "I asked you if you like me, how do you learn to speak with me?" ”

Miao Fan's expression was like a lost fawn, his face was covered with a layer of mist, and he was a little hazy.

Seeing this, Qianqian sneered: "Do you have to say that you are satisfied first?" Yes, yes, I like you, do you hear me? I like you! What about you, like me or not? ”

As long as he says he likes it, she will throw herself into his arms like a moth to a fire.

How did he know that Miao Fan was out of the world for a long time, and finally his eyes condensed, but he shook his head when he came back to his senses.

Qianqian, who was full of anticipation, was like being poured a bucket of ice water on her head, and her heart was cold: "You don't like me?!" ”

"Not ......"

"What don't you like me kissing me!" Qianqian was furious, jumped up and beat and scolded, "Bastard! What do you think I am! You men are this kind of virtue, and those who come will not refuse! If you don't like me, don't provoke me, if you provoke me, you must like me! Why don't you say you don't like it when you touch me and kiss me? I think you like it so much! Stinky men, negative men, flowery carrots! ”

She was dizzy, grabbed the book on the desk and smashed it on him, crackling and saying a lot of things that didn't make sense, and didn't listen to his explanation.

Miao Fan raised his arm and tried to block: "Qianqian, you listen to me......"

It's obvious that she came to provoke him, how can she become him to provoke her? The kiss was also her initiative, but she described him as a negative man...... He really didn't understand women's logic.

Qianqian only felt that all her enthusiasm was in vain, she was so good to him, a girl left her reserved face, and she did it, just begging him to say that he liked it, and he was not happy? Just coax her to do it! He won't even say a word of deception, he's such a fool! Stupid monk!

She was going to have something to do with him tonight, and if the two of them formed an inextricable entanglement, he would never be able to leave her again. It's shameful enough for a woman to take the initiative to say this kind of thing! If she doesn't say it well, she will call it an upside down, which is shameless! I didn't expect her to be rejected, now Qianqian is more embarrassed than angry, and her face is hot for a while, and she ran out of the city with a shake of her hand.

Miao Fan reached out to pull her but didn't hold it, and watched her run back to the inner courtyard and slam the door. He stood up and subconsciously took a step, but he stepped on something, and when he looked down, the red melon pulp was trampled to sparsely, and the juice flowed sideways, staining the pages red like blood. He crouched down, silently picked up the book, brushed off the dirt, and stacked them back on the shelf.

He wiped the table and swept the floor, and when he cleaned the room and changed the candles, it was as if nothing had happened at all, and the mess had not left any traces on the ground, only a scar on his heart.

Miao Fan started reading again, spread out the book, but he couldn't calm down, and his mind was attracted by the wooden comb next to him.

One moment, she was still guessing a riddle with him, and the next, she broke up with him.

This situation reminded him of the Yutamhara behind him when he attained enlightenment. Legend has it that the flowers of Yutan Borneo are extremely beautiful, blooming at night and thanking in the morning, and are known as short-lived. And this kind of flower, which is always stunning for a moment, is called Youtanbohua. The Myoho-renge-kyo has clouds: The Buddha told Sariputta, if it is the wonderful law, the Buddhas are like coming, and when they say, they are like a good bowl, and they appear in the ears at the same time.

It blooms at night, and wilts the next morning. She was the most beautiful white in the night, but she existed so briefly that after dawn, she disappeared. And only the night walker has the privilege of witnessing her blooming posture.

Miao Fan felt as if he had entered the Zen realm again. Qianqian asked him if he liked it or not, he didn't understand the seven emotions and six desires, and he didn't know whether he should answer yes or no. But she said very firmly that she liked it, and he didn't doubt her affection at that time, but would such a liking be Youtan Bohua?

It's just that the night when the passion swells comes, and after a short period of splendor, it withers and withers, and never blooms again.

If this is the case, if there is no such Utama in the first place, it will not bloom.

Qianqian went back to the room and closed the door angrily, lay on the bed and pulled the quilt to get angry, remembering that he had just "thrown himself into his arms" but was rejected, he was ashamed and angry, and snorted angrily.

The hateful little monk, she is rich and good-looking, and she is good to him, why does he not look down on her?

I'm mad at her!

And Ah Piao, that bad boy, didn't he say that women chase men? She did what he said, first taking people and then stealing hearts, but she took the initiative to send it to her mouth, and others were not so rare to eat! The little monk is not an ordinary man at all, okay? That doesn't work! Unreliable Ah Piao, slap him with a big mouth tomorrow!

It's a shame, it's a shame......

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

Qianqian was rolling on the bed, and when she heard someone knocking on the door, she didn't want to pay attention to it, but the person who came seemed to be very patient, knocking unhurriedly, three buttons and one stop, very old-fashioned.

"Who?" She said perfunctorily angrily, "I'm sleeping, what's going on tomorrow!" ”

The knock on the door finally stopped, and the person outside the door was silent, and then said, "Oh...... I'm here to return your comb. After a pause, he added, "You rest early, I won't bother." ”

He?

Qianqian heard that it was Miao Fan, and quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the door, even forgetting to put on her shoes, she just wanted to open the door, but remembered the embarrassment he gave first, so her hand was in the air. Through the screen, she saw the moonlight shining out of his faint silhouette and casting it on the white veil, as if he had come out of a painting.

He turned, the shadow moving over the screen, and she shouted in a hurry, "Hey! ”

Miao Fan stopped, turned around and asked, "Huh?" Something? ”

Didn't you come to me and ask me what was the matter! Qianqian was so angry by his stunned reaction that she said to him through the door, "Didn't you return my comb?" Put it at the door. ”

Miao Fan bent down, put the comb on the ground, and then straightened up again. The lamp was lit in her room, and under the shadow of the lamp, they could see each other's figures.

She was afraid that he would leave again, so she simply spoke first: "The comb is put away, you can say whatever you want." ”

Obviously, she had a lot to say, but she didn't want to take the initiative to open her mouth and fall below, so she simply pushed it onto him.

Fortunately, Miao Fan also really had something to say, so that he would not be cold, and he told him everything he thought of in zazen just now: "You asked me if I liked you, and I shook my head, not that I didn't mean to dislike it." Don't be upset about this, I shook my head because I didn't know the way. ”

He flirted with a few words, and she smiled secretly, trying to maintain an indifferent voice: "That's it." "You have to show that you don't care to get back some face.

"Well, I really don't know what to do." Miao Fan is a sincere person, has always been loyal to his own feelings, he used to have doubts and will tell the master of Dingzen that since there is no Dingzen preaching and teaching to solve doubts, he has been very confused for a long time, and now he has found a person to talk to - Qianqian.

He said: "I am a monk, and when I practice, I get rid of the seven emotions and six desires, and I have rarely seen outsiders, especially women, since I was a child, and I have hardly spoken to them. You're my first ...... Uh, a closer woman. ”

The first one, that is, the little monk has never held hands with other girls, let alone kisses! Qianqian snickered with joy, thinking about the fact that he had occupied so many firsts, and he was happily going to fly. She leaned her back against the door, her eyebrows smiling, and her mouth still said indifferently, "What about being close, hum." ”

"When I'm close to you, I'm actually very happy." Miao Fan lowered his head, and his voice was like a slowly flowing spring, "But I don't know if this kind of closeness is considered liking, and I don't know if the likes you said are the same as the likes I want...... If I like someone and I want to be close to her, then I think I should like you. ”

Qianqian almost couldn't help laughing, she tried to hold it back, and her nasal voice was thick: "Oh, so you like me." It didn't seem like a big deal in his tone.

"I don't understand this, and I haven't figured it out yet, although I am very happy to be with you, but I shouldn't have seven emotions and six desires, and the monks want to be empty. But I don't understand why a monk can't have it, practice and practice...... What is the most important thing to cultivate? If there is no emotion, then is there no compassion either? Miao Fan is very melancholy, like a lamb in the fog, unable to find light and direction, "Is the love and love that people in the world say the same kind?" Relatives, friends, siblings, husband and wife, are these people's affection for each other the same or different? If all the likes in the world are the same, then there is a liking between me and you, and between me and others, and between others and you, is there also this kind of liking? Since everyone has it, why do you and I have to be close because we like it? In other words, it's the same with being close to others......"

He has a lot of doubts, which are related to Buddhism and Zen Taoism, and they are simple when they are mentioned, but they are profound when they are thought about. He has been practicing for twenty years and doesn't understand, let alone Qianqian, a worldly person?

She interrupted him impatiently: "Stop, stop! I'm not standing here at night to listen to you recite the scriptures. She didn't seem to understand, although she didn't know what he was going to say, she still grabbed one or two key sentences, and her voice suddenly became brisk, revealing a thick cunning, "You mean that although you like me now, you may like others in the future?" ”

It was this liking that Miao Fan couldn't understand, and hesitated to affirm: "Probably...... That's what it means. ”

He wasn't sure what kind of liking he liked Qianqian? Is it just for her? Will it last a long time?

"Tell you, don't even think about it! If you like me, you can only like me in this life! ”

Qianqian suddenly opened the door, walked out so violently, and stood on the threshold to look at Miao Fan. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward, pulling him under her nose and leaning in to drop a slightly ferocious kiss on his lips.

"What is this? My mark, you will be my person from now on, do you dare to like others? I'll kill you. ”

……

Wang Yuanwai caught gold in the waste well for three days in a row, and went back every day to get the scales to weigh, sometimes five taels and sometimes six taels, indefinitely, but there were always them. He was so happy that he squatted by the well all day long, and fished into the well from time to time to make a windfall.

Fishing and fishing, he will also start to wonder where this gold came from? The idea of getting to the bottom of my heart slowly gave birth to the bottom of it.

However, the good times did not last long, and on this day, the king waited by the well for a whole day, but not a single piece of gold was fished out of the well, which made him so sad that he lost sleep at night.