The clothes on his body have long been changed, and even the bright red and dazzling rash on his arms has disappeared a lot compared to yesterday. Thinking that she fainted in the monk's arms yesterday, it is not difficult to imagine who saved her.

He Dangli moved and lay a little stiff and sour body, stepped on the shoes on the side of the bed that were much bigger than her feet, and dragged them out.

The courtyard was quiet, but it didn't stop her from looking at the surroundings.

Outside, there was a small courtyard, a lush bamboo forest, and under the eaves stood two or three shabby purple mud pots, which were littered with weeds and rhododendrons. On the shelves of several long bamboo poles, crawling with flowers and vines, there are more than a dozen pots of autumn chrysanthemums in the courtyard, with buds waiting to be released. The center of the courtyard is full of red dates, and it will be harvested.

On the fence with loofahs and pods hanging from the original grape trellises, the green leaves shower in the warm sun, giving people a sense of beauty and tranquility. Smoke from the small kitchen not far away slowly billows from the roof. He Dangli couldn't help but be a little stunned when he looked at this elegant and beautiful courtyard, and the whole person was a little stunned.

She thought that if she could have a choice, this should be in the most desirable, prosperous place, find a no-man's valley, build a wooden hut, and pave a bluestone path. Two people in a room, three meals and four seasons, sit quietly under the eaves to watch the begonia flowers bloom and fall, and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the plantains.

If she really had a choice, how good would it be, she would rather give up this flower-like hibiscus face in exchange for the rest of her life.

"The donor woke up, did you feel any discomfort in your body?" Qinghe, who was coming out of the kitchen with breakfast, saw such a picture.

The slender woman, with a weak willow supporting the wind, wore a wide monk's robe that did not match her body shape at all, and she was even more petite and weak. Between the eyebrows, the flowers are rippling, soft and light, charming and delicate.

The person is so beautiful that she compares the autumn colors of the courtyard, and she is the only one left in the eyes.

I don't know how people are raised in that place, but they have cultivated their lives into the appearance of goblins, and they are even higher than the demons who confuse people's minds. If it is said that the beauty is not born in the womb, it should be grown from a peach blossom tree. I hate that peach blossoms are easy to fall, and falling flowers are more affectionate than you.

"Well, thank you master yesterday, and I'm sorry." He Dangli, who returned to his senses, raised his eyes and saw a man shrouded in the morning light, like a god.

The hazy light-colored gold edges were scattered evenly around him, like a beautiful picture. The long eyebrows that are slanted are uninhibited, and the lips are thin, especially the pair of black eyes, which are cold and cold like the moon. He doesn't look like a pure-hearted monk at all, but he is the kind of demon monk who specializes in seducing people from books at night.

He Dangli drove this thought out of her mind with disgust in her heart, how could she think so much about saving her benefactor, but someone else saved her.

Don't take what the Buddha said to save people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, saving people is the duty of the Buddha, and she will be whew. Didn't a Buddha be a human being before he attained enlightenment? And before becoming a Buddha, ordinary people, will they be bodhisattvas when they see someone?

She would never believe any of this, just because it was all false.

He Dangli was suddenly a little stunned when he looked at the person, lowered his head, and bit his lower lip slightly. From the moment she woke up, she found that the clothes she was wearing had changed, and even the dense red rash had been evenly tendered with ointment, which she had never treated before.

Except for Childe.

I think this person must have learned her identity as a woman? But why didn't you avoid suspicion? Or is it that people are too deep, and the woman in her eyes is not as attractive as a flower on the side of the road, a grass and a leaf?

He Dangli suddenly felt that her head seemed to be a little insufficient, so she could only silently bite her fingers and stare at people, as if she was staring at some rare and rare item.

"The donor is hungry, it just so happens that the poor monk has just finished a vegetarian meal, you might as well come and taste the poor monk's craftsmanship." Qinghe's appearance was already good, but now just by smiling like this, he almost couldn't find the southeast and northwest, so he could only nod his head.

Breakfast is simple, but a large pot of steamed buns with sweet potatoes and a few sour radish strips and pickled cucumbers.

It's a very ordinary thing, but because of the good craftsmanship of the cook, and I don't know if it's because of the color of the food, He Dangli only thinks that today's coarse tea and light rice are extraordinarily sweet, or because he is really hungry.

"By the way, I haven't consulted the master yet, and thank you to the master for saving me yesterday. If there is a need to use a contemptible place in the future, please don't excuse the master. As He Dangli spoke, he couldn't help but be a little distracted, and he was still holding a big white and fat steamed bun in his hand.

For in her image, it is impossible for a person to be kind to another person for no reason, or to release the only kindness he has. If there is, then there must be something to ask for. Just because in her deep-rooted thoughts since childhood, if you want to get, you must give something, and there is never a free lunch in the world.

Fair and equitable transactions are the ones that last.

So what does the master in front of him, who seems to be pure and desireless, have no desires and no desires, what does he want from himself?

Money? Wealth? Status?

It's no wonder that she lives the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but that the world taught her is such a cruel and almost ruthless truth.

"The poor monk law calls Qinghe, and the donor calls the poor monk Qinghe." The voice was the same as what I heard that day, and there were a few faint wisps of alienation.

"Qinghe, Qinghe." She muttered at the bottom of her mouth, as if it was a familiar name, but it was too old for her to remember for a while.

What a headache.

Because the rash on He Dangli's body has not disappeared, and he can't get the ointment or something, he can only continue to be cheeky. Even in order to express that he was not a waste of eating and drinking for nothing, he took the initiative to do laundry and cooking, splitting wood and boiling water.

And the most embarrassing thing is when it is still when I take medicine at night, even if He Dangli keeps silently thinking in his heart to do a good job of psychological construction. But I still can't accept it.

There is always a sin that defiled the Buddha, not to mention that he is such a filthy and lowly body, and even his soul smells of decay and stench.

"Don't be nervous, the poor monk is just smearing medicine on the donor." Qinghe, who walked in in a plain robe with a black ointment in his hand, had no sadness or joy on his face, and his eyes were peaceful and cold like flowers and plants on the side of the road, and he didn't even put half of his emotions into it.

After pushing the door in, the first thing I saw was He Dangli, who was stiff and shrunk into a ball, and his eyebrows were about to be twisted.

"What's more, for the poor monks, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, the donor is just the same as thousands of ordinary beings, flowers and trees all have spirits, and people are just like all things occupy the word primate. You need to know the white face of hibiscus, and you need to know the skeleton with meat. Beautiful and red makeup, but the clothes are leaky. ”

"I see, I'm overthinking, but can I ask the master to turn around." This time it was rare, with a rare shyness.

"Although in the eyes of the master, men and women are like the duckweed on the side of the road, but this book also says that there is a difference between men and women, and that the seven years old is not at the same table, not to mention that he is also a woman, even if the master is a person who is far away from the red dust of the Six Realms, but in my eyes he is no different from ordinary men." He Dan bit his lower lip slightly, and when he looked at people with a pair of upturned phoenix eyes, he was beautiful and delicate, like a lonely cold red plum that had not been stained with the dust of the world.

"Amitabha." After Qinghe recited a Buddha name, he turned his back to him, listening to the sound of Xixi Suosuo undressing, and the hand holding the medicine bowl was a little heavier for no reason, only to feel that even his own panting was involuntarily a little heavier.

You don't need to look at it, just by listening, you can outline in your mind what a seductive painting is, charming and charming to all beings.

"Okay, I'll have to trouble Master Qinghe this time." He Dangli neck and chest and other rashes that he saw that he could wipe have been much better, but only the back and back buttocks and other places can only trouble other masters.

What's more, she also knows that if the symptom of allergies is not eradicated at one time, maybe she will be left with an old, weak, sick and disabled, and maybe it will torment her like a wildfire that can't be burned out by the spring breeze.

When the time comes, the gains outweigh the losses, not to mention that she is still suffering, so she can only endure her shyness and lie naked on the bamboo mat. With his back to the man, not to mention the contact of the master in a few days, there is no joy or sorrow, it is really like the Buddha statue of incense in the high hall of the temple and purifying all sentient beings.

Slightly cool, the ointment with a faint fragrance of osmanthus touched up, and it was cool, and she couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

The man's hands, with distinct bones, are fair and slender, and at the moment he is holding a bamboo slice on a naked/naked female body to smooth and even ointment for it.

The man's movements are very slow, but with enough patience and gentleness, as if he is depicting a most gorgeous beauty painting.

He Dangli was wearing a bamboo pillow full of faint Canaan incense on the man's body, and he almost couldn't help but want to sleep. For some reason, I just felt that my eyelids were very heavy, heavy as a thousand pounds, and even my mind seemed to be stuffed with paste, and I was dizzy.

Although reason is constantly pulling, telling her that she must not fall asleep, otherwise she will lie naked on the bed when the time comes, and what will happen if the master has no bed to sleep. She remembered that there was only such a bed in the whole bamboo house, but her body seemed to be disobedient, and she didn't last long, and she fell asleep, and her white and tender cheeks were still printed with two bright red bamboo marks.

It's funny and laughable.

After repeatedly confirming that the person under him had fallen asleep, Qinghe abandoned the bamboo piece with his hand and evenly applied the ointment to it, and the light voyeur rolled with a dull color.

Even the small red rash that grows next to the most private place is not spared, and it is as if it is treating the most precious treasure.

Her body was very white, even like a child/girl/white, as clean as a piece of the finest mutton fat white jade, and she couldn't help but want to be bad.

He Dangli stayed in this small bamboo hut for three days in a row, and when he waited for the fourth day, he felt that the red rash on his body had almost disappeared. finally decided to leave, after all, she had disturbed other people's master Qingxiu for so long, and she was very upset.

Unfortunately, today's Master Qinghe happened to be out for something, and He Dangli didn't know when he would come back. I had to write a letter, leaving the only valuable things in my body, as medical expenses, although not much, but more or less her heart.

Before leaving, he even split the firewood and filled the water tank with water, so he reluctantly left.

It's even a little sad, forget it, I'll see you again anyway.

As everyone knows, not long after she left, the person who went out returned home, holding the thin piece of paper full of parting papers in his hand.

"Why should you leave!"

He Dangli, who was already near the barracks, and was about to dismount, suddenly sneezed uncontrollably.

Rubbing the tip of her delicate nose, she couldn't help muttering to herself, I don't know who is thinking about her on this hot day?