How? Silent spectators?

I lowered my head and said sullenly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to do it......"

Intellectually, I know that I have to stand by and watch, but emotionally I can't stand by and watch.

My favorite person in Huangquan is Sister Meng Po, and when I first met her, I thought she was very kind, even more intimate than my brothers and sisters.

So I like to stick to her and make her laugh. Although she was mean-mouthed, she never got angry with me, nor did she nag like Bai Impermanence.

Sister Meng Po seems to have a lot of things hidden in her heart, I have seen her drunk on the top of the Hades Palace, I have seen her boiling Meng Po soup and crying quietly, and I have also seen her staring at the sky in a daze.

At that time, she was like a delicate porcelain doll, which shattered at the touch of a button.

Fusheng sighed, "Your inability to do it will only make things troublesome." ”

I was silent, and suddenly, I was a little envious of Fusheng, who was as calm as ever no matter what happened. For a moment, how I wished I was an emotionless demon king.

Fusheng stretched out his hand to me, as if to pull me up.

I was stunned, don't they have a lot of rules in Buddhism, how can he reach out to me when I am not unreasonable.

Forget it, he doesn't care about him so much, so why should I be hypocritical. So I reached out and grabbed his hand, and he pulled hard, and I stood up.

His palms were cool and powerful, which was different from Sister Meng's slender hands.

When I stood up, I thought he would let go immediately, but he still held my hand.

I shook his hand a few times, but I still couldn't shake it off.

I raised my head helplessly, not wanting to meet his eyes, so he kept watching me shake but didn't let go?

"Stinky monk, what do you want to do?"

Fusheng lowered his eyes and said softly, "Enough trouble?" ”

The simple three words made my heart tremble, what was the feeling of treating a child, a chill rose from my back, and I couldn't help but take a step back.

"If you've had enough trouble, let's get down to business." Fusheng didn't pay attention to my movements, he looked up, and his voice returned to its former coldness.

At that moment, I felt disappointed and happy, but I was no longer afraid.

He didn't know what to do, I felt a slight tingling in my eyebrows, and then "Floating Life" slowly appeared in front of my eyes.

Fusheng's cold voice sounded in his ears, and what he said was: "Close your eyes and imagine the scene when you first met Meng Xi. ”

I nodded heavily, answered with an "um" and did so.

After a while, Fusheng let go of my hand, and I subconsciously opened my eyes, only to see that I was already standing in the house. Before I could look around, I saw Fusheng walking towards the window, so I hurriedly raised my heels.

When I leaned over to the window and looked down, I saw a group of people surrounding a man and a woman. I jerked my gaze at Fusheng, only to see that his face was a little pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

My question blurted out: "What did you just do when I couldn't see, how did you get tired like this?" ”

Fusheng looked at me deeply, silent.

I was a little embarrassed by him, and said with a haha: "How do you know that you can see Sister Meng Po here, have you been here?" ”

"Hmm."

A simple single word makes my fists itch a little. So what he means is that when I'm in trouble down there, he's just here watching me out there and not saying a word?