"Being in the Buddha Gate, and provoking peach blossoms everywhere, look, the beauty is watching next door, are you afraid that she will be sad?" Her lips pressed together, and her eyes looked under the eaves of the courtyard next door.

A figure was reflected on the white veil, as if covering her mouth tightly, and Yun Ge sighed in Fo Leng's ear evilly: "She seems to be crying? ”

The Buddhist scriptures mysteriously retracted, gently escaping from his lips, lingering in Yun Geci's ears, but she could see that he was trying his best to stabilize his heart.

"Upset, huh?"

She laughed in his ear: "Back then, you participated in Xiao Lisheng's earth-shattering murder, killed the Yun family's Gao family, and then cheated to death, do you think that everything will be empty after five years?" ”

At this point, she was already angry: "Do you think that if you do this, Xiao Lisheng will really leave my life?" Innocent as you are. ”

She knew that even if there was no Xiao Yihan, the Yun family would not be able to keep it.

But in the end, he was involved, and the complicated emotions in her heart made her almost crazy.

The Buddha was cold and unmoving, still reciting the scriptures.

This undoubtedly angered Yun Geci, and she pushed him down on the carpet and tore at the red monk's robe on his body like crazy.

The sound of the placket cracking spread out in the wind, Buddha Leng was naked and did not move at all and closed his eyes to chant the scriptures, the strong texture lines, on his fair and handsome face, extremely tempting and abstinent.

When she tore the monk's robe, she was already disheveled, her clothes were scattered, she leaned against his naked upper body, and Buddha Leng suddenly opened his dark eyes.

She smiled lowly, and Fo Leng finally opened her mouth in a dumb voice and called out her name: "Ah Ci." ”

Yun Geci's body froze, and he leaned against him, not moving, and the smile on his face disappeared.

There was the sound of the table toppling under the eaves of the corridor next door, and there was a sound of footsteps in the chaos, she glanced at it, and Gongsun Nian covered his mouth and ran away crying.

She pulled away from him in high spirits, and sat on one leg against the low table, the dim halo of the lotus lamp hitting Fo Leng's face, and his eyes were as red as if they could drip blood.

After a long period of madness, there was a long silence, and neither of them spoke.

Hatred makes people crazy, so people are opposite, but they are unspeakable.

She looked at him for a long time, and suddenly felt that her eyes were sour, and she muttered, "You have really entered the Buddha." ”

In five years, he is no longer the appearance of the elegance and vigor of the year, and now he is as calm as a Buddha, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are cold and steep that cannot enter the red dust.

The Buddha beads that turned in Fo Leng's hand no longer moved, and he watched her speak with difficulty.

She was shocked to realize that after five years, he really had Buddha light in him.

I couldn't bear to see him embarrassed at the moment, so I raised my bare hand and pulled up the placket of his clothes, and the placket of his clothes was scattered on his body, a little lazy and a little abstinent.

"You know that I am Ah Ci, but do you remember who you are?" She rested one hand on her bent knee, her gaze a little sad.

She hates the current Buddha Leng, there is no more flesh in her body, and it seems that she has forgotten the past.

In vain for five years of wandering ghosts, heart-rending hatred and longing night after night.

From her youth to the present, her feelings for Fo Leng are secrets that she has spent more than ten years incomprehensible.

She had too many pasts with him, and those pasts made her want to escape, but they also made her want to stop.

Buddha Leng regained his cold and lonely appearance, and said in a low voice: "The person with the empty door only has the Buddha name, no way to come, no place to go. ”

He was determined not to care about this earthly matter anymore, Yun Geci felt uncomfortable, turned his eyes away from looking at him, stood up facing the wide lake and turned his back to him.

All said sarcastically: "I thought that in this world, I could only rely on you, but I didn't expect Master Fo Leng to be so clear, let go of the disputes of glory, wealth, power, and power, and exile the world Love and hate are hard to find, excellent." ”

If you want to say that in this world, who else can compete with Xiao Lisheng and compete for this Great Zhou world, there is only Buddha Leng.

It's a pity that she miscalculated, and Fo Leng has already taken refuge.

The wind blew her long dress, bright red as blood, and the cold eyes reflected her appearance, and her mind was empty and remembered that the regent's mansion was blooming like a sea that year, and she stood in the midst of flowers, barefoot and plain, and her white clothes were flying.

There is no more beautiful than her.

When the heart moves, it hurts.

He closed his eyes painfully, quickly turned the Buddhist beads in his hand to chant the scriptures, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk has not been in Hongchen for a long time, and the female benefactor has found the wrong person." ”

He stood up and bowed to her, and said a word of Amitabha before leaving.

Yun Ge turned around with no smile on his face: "I'm going to enter the palace." ”

The Buddha froze, did not speak, and bowed again.

She stared at the old monk's settled appearance, sneered sadly, and asked with red eyes, "Don't you hate?" ”

The Buddha looked indifferent, and lifted his lips lightly: "The poor monk has no hatred, I hope that the female donor will do everything as he wishes, and the poor monk will retire." ”

Yun Ge was stunned and looked at him blankly.

muttered: "If you wish you wish, you know that in this life, I will not be able to get my wish." ”

The child, called Wishful, died, and her Wishful Child, died.

The red-clothed monk stepped away in the wind, and she suddenly shouted: "Xiao Yihan." ”

Buddha Leng did not stop, went with the wind, and floated down in the distance in the flat boat, and the little novice lying on the side of the boat jumped up and called, "Master." ”

Buddha Leng stroked his smooth little head, and said lovingly: "It's windy outside, why are you lying here?" ”

The little novice did not answer, but asked curiously, "Master, who is that female benefactor?" ”

He lay on the side of the boat, vaguely as if he saw that his master was being molested by the female benefactor, and he was really startled.

Fo Leng's white hand on the bulging knot of the little novice's head paused, bent down and took his hand and walked to the cabin, with only one sentence in the wind: "She, she can be regarded as your destined person." ”

The little novice wanted to ask, but saw that the master was already sitting cross-legged in the corner of the cabin, closing his eyes and whispering the sutra.

He staggered out of the cabin while the master was in his place, and looked curiously in the direction of the Yan Ge Terrace.

The boat floated and floated, and it seemed to be closer to Yun Geci's elegant garden, and the woman in red could be vaguely seen standing under the eaves of the porch.

The wind blew faintly, and he stared at the red figure with wide bright eyes, and held his chin for a long, long time.

After watching for a long time, the ship was far away, and he was very cold, so he retracted into the cabin.

Fo Leng was still meditating, he shrank to Fo Leng's side, leaned on his leg and meditated, and after half a sound, his head began to light down.

Like a chick pecking at food, it lights up again and again under the dim green light, and its little bodies are also drooping together.

His head was suddenly flicked, and the little novice's body trembled, and he raised his head sleepily, looking at Buddha Leng in a daze.

The pink little hand rubbed his eyes and shouted softly: "Master, I'm sleepy." ”

Fo Leng picked him up and put him on the simple bed in the cabin, covered him with a dark blue futon, and the little novice was sleepy, but he still remembered one thing, took Fo Leng's hand, and muttered: "Master, I saw that female benefactor crying, she was wiping her tears." ”

Buddha Leng bent over, the red monk's robe was covered down, the golden light of the Buddha beads was faint, and his eyes were dark and frozen.

Xiao Shami was really sleepy, he let go of Fo Leng's hand, hugged the quilt, and muttered to himself before going to sleep: "She cried, I was a little sad." ”

The child's soft and soft voice entered his ears, and there was a dull pain in the Buddha's chest, and the Buddha beads in his hand spread out from time to time, and they were scattered around the cabin.

The long night is green, the lights on both sides of the ship are faint, and the prosperous Chang'an, there are singing and dancing in the middle of the night.

The Buddha recited the mantra for a night of meditation.