The first time Mingjing met Bu Jiang, it was a rainy evening.

On his way back to Ryusenji Temple, he met a girl. The girl was sitting on the bluestone, bowing her head and gently rubbing her ankles. When he heard the footsteps of people, he raised his head and smiled, revealing a face that was not as beautiful as Hongchen.

She smiled and said to Mingjing: "Little Master, I broke my foot, can you help me up?" ”

Mingjing stood a few steps away from her, her snow-white jade feet like the best handicrafts, without a trace of flaws. The woman smiled at him, like the mountain ghosts and demons recorded in ancient books, and her gestures were tempting.

After a long time, he said, "Okay." ”

Mingjing is a Buddhist cultivator.

He was an orphan, and the old abbot of Liuquan Temple picked him up by the stream and took him with him to raise him. He was born with superior spiritual roots, he was quite talented in cultivation, and his mind was pure, and he was the most suitable for cultivating Buddhism.

He is also good-looking, clean and beautiful, with a faint holy Buddha meaning between his eyebrows and eyes. Every time he went down the mountain, there was always a young lady who secretly looked at him, hinting openly and secretly that he might as well think about returning to the vulgar or changing his ways.

Clarity is never taken to heart.

Red dust comes and goes, everything is gone. Rest and forget your thoughts, and the Buddha will appear in front of you.

But not ginger is probably an accident.

He helped her to Liuquan Temple, and she didn't leave. lived in the temple, pestered him every day, and said to him: "Little Master, don't practice Buddhism, come with me." ”

Mingjing closed his eyes and recited the scriptures as usual, but he didn't hear them.

She wasn't annoyed either, just smiled and sat down beside him, staring at him intently.

Mingjing knows that Nojiang is not a human race.

She was born extremely beautiful, and this beauty can cross ethnic groups and be easily captured by anyone. She would occasionally tease other monks in the temple, and the younger ones couldn't help but blush and shake their hearts under such a breathtaking beauty.

The next moment, she came to Mingjing again, her red dress was like a blooming flower, spread out in the empty Buddhist hall, and she was like a female goblin with bad intentions, half tentative and half serious: "Are you jealous?" ”

He struck the wooden fish for a moment, closed his eyes and said lightly: "The donor is self-respecting." ”

"Oh." She was next to him, her breath was faintly scented with flowers, and her voice seemed to be hiding a hook, "I don't." ”

At that time, Mingjing was still a young Buddhist cultivator, and no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't stand such daily entanglements. At first, she was polite and polite, but later, early every morning, when Bu Jiang came to look for him, Mingjing would look at the corner of her skirt and say calmly: "When will the donor leave?" ”

The woman did not show the slightest annoyance of being expelled, as if she deliberately fought against him, and said unhurriedly: "Wait for the day you fall in love with me." ”

Mingjing turned and walked away.

He is a Buddhist cultivator, so naturally he will not be moved by delusions, nor will he fall in love with a ...... Demons.

But No, Jiang didn't seem to care, as if liking someone was a normal thing for her. As for how the other party responds, whether she likes it or not, it doesn't matter to her much. She enjoyed the process and enjoyed it, regardless of the outcome.

She even found a small silver lock out of nowhere, engraved the names of Mingjing and Bujiang on it, hung it on the big locust tree in the Liuquan Temple, and said with a smile: "The relationship between you and me is destined to be locked in one place." The locks are all up, little master," she said in a flirtatious tone, "you're mine." ”

Mingjing looked at the small lock hanging on the treetops, and said, "Donor is cautious." ”

No, Jiang Cai will not be cautious, she is more daring than all Terran women. Whenever he says something that makes people blush, he doesn't care about it, and the person who listens in vain can't sit still.

When winter comes, the branches and leaves of the locust tree have fallen, and when spring comes, new branches and buds will rise again. The days are as calm as flowing water, murmuring, and Mingjing is gradually getting used to the days when there is one more person in the temple.

One day, on the way down the mountain, Mingjing encountered a group of robbers who killed people.

The robbers kidnapped a young couple and brutally murdered them along with their domestic servants. Mingjing made a decisive move, but the robbers hid their evil intentions and wanted to die with him. At the last moment, the staff stabbed into the bandit's heart, but the tip of the knife was still an inch from the monk's chest.

The robber died.

In the grass, there was a sound of rustling. A child of about eight or nine years old stumbled out, threw himself on the robber and cried, "Daddy-"

Mingjing was stunned.

This heinous robber is a father who loves his son very much. He was afraid that his young son would be affected after his death, so he wanted to do his best to eliminate future troubles for his young son with Mingjing, but it backfired after all.

Mingjing took the child back to Liuquan Temple.

No, Jiang also saw the child.

The woman stared at the child for a long time, and for the first time there was no flirtatious smile on her face, and only asked, "You want to take him in?" ”

"There's nowhere else he's going."

"I advise you that you'd better not." Bu Jiang's gaze swept over the shivering boy on the ground, "I can see it clearly, there is hatred in his eyes." Little Master," she said, "this is a wolf, and if you want to keep him, sooner or later he will be bitten by the wolf." ”

Mingjing said: "It's okay. ”

"Whatever you want." She shrugged, "Just don't regret it." ”

Mingjing kept the child and named him Zizhen.

Zizhen is very timid, and always cowardly follows behind Mingjing, judging two people from his cruel and vicious father. Mingjing treats him very well, Xu Shizi's real life experience always makes him think of himself. At that time, he was clear and helpless, and it was the old abbot who single-handedly pulled him up.

But Nojiang doesn't like Zizhen, she always whispers in Mingjing's ear: "Wolves can never be raised, little master, don't waste time on that little ghost." Isn't it possible that you want to treat him as your own son? She complained, "You've been talking to me a lot less since he came......

"In that case, when will you fall in love with me?" Her voice reached his ears and became ethereal again.

Mingjing didn't say a word, lowered his head and knocked on the wooden fish quietly.

Bu Jiang smiled faintly, looked sideways at the corner of the Buddhist hall, the immature young man wearing monk's robe was hidden in the shadow of the Buddha, his eyes were like green moss growing out of the shadows, firmly entangled in front of the monk sitting upright.

As if noticing Bujiang's gaze, the young man raised his head, and the moment he met her, his eyes trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head to hide the emotion in his eyes.

The voice of the wooden fish sounded unhurriedly in the Buddha hall, and in the smoke of the Buddha, the huge Buddha statue looked down on the people in the hall.

"Little Master, if you are so soft-hearted, you will definitely be bitten to death by wolves." She spoke.

Mingjing is still reciting Buddhist scriptures.

She pressed her red lips to the monk's ear, and the hot breath she exhaled was like a tidal mist, quickly igniting every inch of his skin. She said, "For the sake of me liking you so much, I can help you kill this wolf." All right? ”

He knocked on the wooden fish for a moment, and then spoke: "No need. ”

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