Xu Qing's eyes were firm, domineering and exposed.

This is not at all like what a woman would say, she may be the first female city lord in the thousand-year history of Qing City!

I don't know how to feel this way.

"A cup to the future Lord Xu Qing!" I raised my glass and offered to toast.

It's another drink, bold.

I don't know why this wine is delicious, but it's a little hot and dry after drinking.

"Master, if one day in the future, I hope to get the help of the Pure Heart Temple! No! Hope to get your help from the master. Xu Qingding looked at me fixedly.

"Qingxin Temple never participates in secular strife. As for me, if you can really benefit the people, I am naturally willing to help you, and besides, the future is still a long way off. "On the graduation of Qingxin Temple, I painted flatbread and never said death of artistic accomplishment.

"Then I should be the master of the bento, thank the master first." Xu Qing raised his glass again.

My Buddha is compassionate ~ Donor, are you thirsty?

This wine, aged Jiayao, is delicious and delicious, but why is it a little hot, is it too supplemental?

Between the back and forth, the flask bottoms out.

I'm a little upset, I'm not slightly drunk anymore.

"Master, please rest here tonight, Sister Rose will accompany the master well, it can be regarded as a little gratitude to the master." Xu Qing got up and said.

"Landlord, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." I frowned and shook my head.

"Master, aren't you the most fateful? Since it's here, isn't it fate? Xu Qing said and strode away.

Click!

I heard, distinctly locked.

"Master, have a good dream." Xu Qing's last voice came from outside the door.

......

Later in my life, I think that every time I think back on this day, my heart will not be at peace for a long time.

Before going down the mountain, the host once said to me: "Heart, if you really want to enter the red dust, you will definitely encounter the red dust disaster, have you really thought clearly?" ”

At that time, I was far from knowing the dangers of the world.

In fact, when I write about this now, I am very sure that this wine must be wrong! Problematic! According to the amount of alcohol I drink, it will not be like this, and I vaguely remember that the whole person was in a very hot state.

However, since it is a fait accompli, I have no intention of pursuing it.

Then again, at the time...

Before, I had been focusing on dealing with Xu Qing (the owner of the building, the purple feather girl), clinking glasses, and at this moment there were only two people left in the room, me and the new Oiran who did not return, Rose.

I realized that the little girl who had been pouring wine by my side tonight turned out to be so irrational.

Maybe it's the effect of alcohol, or maybe it's really too much.

In a blur, I always felt that this new Oiran rose girl was getting better and better the more I looked at it.

Looking at the face, it should be a few years younger than me, a green silk is simply coiled behind the head, scattered a wisp around the fingertips to play, the puff puff puff of the little face can be blown and broken, the slightly panicked eyes dodging left and right, and the red lips that are unconsciously tightened, all make me feel a little dry...

She is only wearing a pink gauze skirt as thin as a cicada's wings, her skin is like clotted fat but white and red, and the pink gauze skirt is a simple white lining visible to the naked eye, and the length is only covered from the upper body to the calf.

The white lining wrapped around the slender waist, but it didn't completely cover the proud figure, and further down, the slender legs were exposed, tightly together. A smile and a smile, and every gesture is amorous.

The figure looming under the pink gauze skirt will always make people want to take a few more looks.

I felt like I was snorting heavily and my heart was beating fast.

She sat next to me, was silent for a moment, and took the initiative to take my hand.

Her little hands were very slender, a little cool, a little trembling, but they were tightly clasped and held me.

"Rose girl, how old are you?" I don't know why I'm asking this.

"Master, I happen to be in the prime of life this year. Please be gentle, little girl... Still is... The first ...... "Seeing that she was blushing with shame after she finished speaking, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at me directly.

After all, she got up and led me first, and the two of us came to the edge of the bed and sat down.

She blew out all the candles.

The night is always scary. However, tonight gave courage.

She plucked up her courage and put a small hand on my chest, teasing me in circles, and wrapped one hand around me.

"Master, ** a night is worth a thousand gold..."I heard her gentle voice, a whisper ringing in my ears.

The air is filled with intoxicating aromas, and drunkenness inspires people...

Her warm red lips were imprinted on my face, on my neck, and finally on my shoulders.

Pity the weak girl, she is like a flat boat swaying in the storm, baptized by the wind and waves, hoarse and crying for help, repeatedly tossed by the waves.

Those delicate little hands tried to grasp the reins of life, but in the end they only scratched the back of my shoulders, leaving a few scratches.

In the dark, we are upside down, upside down, we have long been forgetful, we don't know what heaven and earth are, we don't respect the Buddha and don't believe in God.

The crimson blood stains, like a delicate rose, bloomed on the white sheets.

Finally, after the wind and waves, the fluttering boat finally came to the shore, feeling powerless, wheezing, sweating profusely, and his face was red.

She hugged my neck tightly and pillowed my arms like a gentle kitten, curled up in my arms.

I gently stroked her back, trying to give her some security.

The tip of her nose once again smelled the faint aroma of her green silk, which smelled very good.

The two of them fell into a deep sleep like this...

When I woke up again, it was already the end of the day.

Forehead?

Why is it that my arms are numb and I can't lift them?

Well?

How can there be a person?

Ha?

This... I have a bit of a headache.

At the moment, my memory is very confusing.

But when I look at the docile little wild cat in my arms, the monk in his twenties can't help but feel distracted.

Amitabha ~ Buddha forgive me.

Maybe it was a subtle movement that woke her up, but I saw her slowly open her eyes... Tenderness like water... The eyes are facing each other.

I could clearly feel her little hands, without consent... Fouled.

Flip over!

Cloud~

Cover!

Rain~

After a while...

"Master... Thank you. ”

"I'm sorry." I didn't say the subject.

"Master, I hope you can remember my good, no, it's good to remember me......"

I didn't answer her.

May I?

It seems hard, I don't even know what her real name is.

I only know the stage name, which is called Rose.

......

When I returned to the palace, it was already early afternoon.

"Master, where did you go last night?" As soon as I entered the yard, Lin Luoluo, who was boxing in the yard, ran over to me and asked me.

"The Buddha said, "Don't say it."

"Master, there is a smell of your clothes."

I ignored the question, and I avoided it.

I went back to my room to meditate alone, pondering...

I remembered many stories that my brothers had told me in the past: "I saw that the benefactor was green like a waterfall, with red lips and charming eyes, skin like condensation, and the fragrance hit people......

The Buddha said: Think twice before acting! 1…… 2…… 3…… Go！ ”

It turns out that this is the color ring, and I can brag when I go back to the temple. But... Why do I feel bored now... A lot of memories are even blurry, and alcohol is not a good thing after all.

I entered the red dust, today I experience the bliss of the red dust, he feels the suffering of the world every day, and tomorrow he will walk all over the mountains and rivers, and the Taoist heart is complete!