In the twilight of April, the smoke and rain are elegant, the green sleeves of the spring river, and the peach petals in the young man's wardrobe render the green mountains and green waters, and the young people are moaning in their mouths as they walk forward

"The bird is whisking the curtain, and the sun is embroidered.

The eyes are broken with the journey, and the heart is driven away.

The dew bath is white, and the frost promotes orange and grapefruit yellow."

The young man's name is dusty, and he is a monk of Qiling Temple. He was dressed in a gray novice suit and carried a brown bag. He was ordered by the master to go north to the capital to offer treasures.

Before leaving, Master had a word

"If you like the red dust, you don't have to come back."

Youchen didn't understand what the master meant.

Along the way, there are beautiful mountains and rivers everywhere you see, and there are treasures in the sky. Compared with the simple cicada room and the green lamp bitter Buddha, Youchen seems to like red dust more. I can't help but admire that Hongchen is so beautiful

Youchen walked leisurely to a peach forest, and occasionally saw three swordsmen dressed in black who were skillful, raising their swords to attack a young woman.

The woman was powerless to resist, her body curled up, protecting the vital points around her, and her beautiful eyes were closed, as if waiting for death to come.

Youchen's eyes are fast, he raised his hand, turned his palm, and the sea of qi surged, forming a golden bell around the young woman in the air, the quaint golden bell seemed to be natural, surrounded by runes, showing an indestructible trend.

The three of them swung their swords and hit the golden bell, and as soon as the sword body touched the golden bell, it shook the Sanskrit sound, and the Sanskrit sound entered the ears, and the three of them had a headache, spitting blood from their mouths, and flew out upside down

"Master of Buddhism, invincible, retreat quickly"

The leader said, the three of them scattered in different directions, just that move of the golden bell made the three of them palpitate, they were afraid of someone to pursue, from time to time to look back, until they disappeared at the end of the peach forest.

Youchen didn't plan to pursue, he approached the young woman, and only then did he see the woman's face clearly.

The woman's eyes are like autumn water, the two beautiful eyebrows are like a slender crescent moon, the eyebrows are not painted but green, when she breathes, between the teeth, the shell teeth are as white as jade, and she is born to describe the delicate and delicate.

Youchen had never seen such a naturally beautiful woman, and he was so shocked that he didn't dare to look directly at this woman.

He mustered up his courage and stepped forward to check on the woman's injuries.

The woman barely squeezed out a smile, clasped her hands into fists, and saluted, and then said

"Thank you to the little master for coming to the rescue, please forgive the little woman for being injured and inconvenient to get up and salute."

Youchen muttered to himself

"This woman has been injured, but she is still polite and considerate, and she must not be an ordinary woman."

Youchen came back to his senses and walked to the woman's side, squatted down on his knees, and said to the woman

"Girl, the little monk is a little skilled in medicine, can you allow the little monk to take a closer look at your injuries?"

"Then there will be a little master."

The woman's injury was an inch below her chest, and Youchen gently pinched the flower fingering to tear the girl's injured clothes, revealing the girl's ice muscles and snow skin, and a sword wound that was not too deep, and the sword wound was not a big deal.

Suddenly, the woman slapped Youchen's face, and there was a slight five-finger red mark on Youchen's face in an instant, and the woman's body was weak at this time and she didn't slap it hard. I heard her whisper

"I didn't expect you to be a prodigal son, a flower monk, and an insult to Buddhism."

"Why is the girl like this?"

Youchen practiced in a temple in the deep mountains, and never got along with young women. The action just now was just to heal her, and I really don't know why she will take revenge.

The woman's family education is very strict, and seeing a strange man tear up his clothes is naturally light.

"You tore my clothes, and you were rude, and you asked me why I was like this."

"I see that your face is dark purple, very similar to poisoning, how can you check the injury without tearing it open, and it is only slightly revealing your skin, why should you care so much?"

"I'm really sorry, but there is always a teaching in my family that you should never let a strange man see you. I didn't know that the little master tore my clothes to heal me."

"No, I heard another enemy coming from all sides, and I will carry you out of here quickly."

As he spoke, he turned his back to the woman and squatted down, motioning for the girl to come on his back.

The woman hurriedly waved her hand

"You're carrying me? By no means, if you carry me, you will have a skin-to-skin kiss."

"Girl, why does the enemy care about these trivial matters at the moment?"

The girl was helpless, and didn't want to die young, so she reluctantly got up and lay on Youchen's back, her elbow against Youchen's shoulder, and her two little hands dangled in front of Youchen's eyes.

Youchen didn't dare to hesitate, got up instantly, and used the Buddhist body method to step on the snow without a trace, the girl didn't feel a trace of bumps on Youchen's back, Youchen was afraid that the bumps would hurt the woman's wounds, and he was cautious

I don't know how long it took, Youchen was a little exhausted, and the people who were chasing behind had already been thrown away by Youchen I don't know how far away.

Youchen carried the girl on his back and slowly walked slowly in this ten-mile peach forest. Occasionally, the breeze gusted, shaking off the peach blossom pieces, sprinkled on the two of them, drizzling, lightly touching the clothes of the two, the woman had never seen such a dreamy scene, and suddenly her eyebrows were overjoyed, and bursts of laughter like silver bells were issued.

Youchen saw the girl laughing, and his heart was also happy

After laughing, the woman felt a little lonely, this beauty is always short-lived, and she couldn't help but sigh

"How comfortable it should be for those who live here for a long time, and when I have gray hair, I will live here."

The woman looked at the side face of the young man who was carrying her closely, his face was like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as porcelain.

She secretly said: This little master is so good-looking, his body has also been seen by him, and he has a skin-to-skin relationship, so I don't need to pay attention to those words of etiquette anymore, I don't want to keep red tape anymore outside.

I heard the woman ask

"Little master, what's your name?"

Youchen responded

"The little monk has no name, but the Dharma name has dust, dust of dust"

The woman asked in surprise

"Dusty? Isn't Buddhism dust-free? Clean"

Youchen patiently explained

"There is dust on the little monk's clothes, but there is no dust in his heart. As long as there is no dust in your heart, why not be afraid of dust on your clothes, which means that you don't need to care too much about the eyes of others."

The woman deliberately laughed when she saw Youchen being so serious

"I see that you just don't like to take a bath, so there is dust on your clothes, so your master gave you the name of Dust, and admonished you to take a bath frequently, haha."

Youchen also smiled gently, knowing that the woman was a joke, he didn't refute it, but thought the woman was funny.

Feel the woman's warm fragrance of nephrite, and the woman's soft exhalation in her ear. She is sometimes gentle and dignified, sometimes playful and clever, and Youchen seems to be a little ape-like.

Youchen seemed to understand the meaning of Master's words, and muttered to himself, "Master, I'm afraid it's really difficult to go back to this red dust."

Youchen walked and pretended to ask casually,

"I don't know the girl's name?"

"My name is Lin Yaqing"

Youchen exclaimed

"It's a good name, it's elegant."

Lin Yaqing didn't answer, just quietly lay on his back.

Youchen carried Lin Yaqing on his back and walked step by step in this ten-mile peach forest, occasionally chatting a few words.

Unconsciously, it was getting late, and the willow tips on the moon, the breeze blew Lin Yaqing trembling, hugging the dust.

Youchen was a little excited in his heart.

Suddenly, Lin Yaqing looked excited, and pointed to the distance

"There's a hut in front of youchen, and there's finally a place to rest for a while, and you're tired."

Youchen responded

"Okay, most of those people have given up the pursuit, take a break, and heal your poison."

Youchen knocked on the door, but no one answered, but it alarmed the birds on the trees by the pool, and they were asleep

Lin Yaqing smiled smartly

"The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon"

Youchen did not hesitate to praise and said

"I never thought that the girl was still a talented girl"

"Youchen Miao praised, they always say that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, what is the use of me learning this. You don't have to call me girl, you can just call me Yaqing."

"Okay, Yaqing. Don't listen to them, it's pure nonsense that a woman is not talented or virtuous, and what's wrong with a woman being talented. Don't be frightened, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Go and stay unintentionally, looking at the clouds in the sky. You just need to be at peace, why bother with the eyes of mediocrities."

Lin Yaqing said appreciatively

"I didn't expect you to be such a free and easy person, if only I could be as free and easy as you."

Youchen knocked a lot, and saw that no one answered the door, presumably uninhabited, so he pushed the door in, and saw two white bones lying side by side on the bed, with both hands clenched.

Powerful cultivators are not afraid of white bones, and they have long been calm in their hearts, so the two of them are not afraid.

Youchen exclaimed

"Hongchen has such a loving couple"

Lin Yaqing also felt it

"Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son, that's what it says. If there is dust, let us bury them."

"It's not necessary, just hold the other person's hand like this, it's not what they want, I can just recite the mantra for them."

Youchen wiped the dust accumulated on the seat with his own clothes, gently put Lin Yaqing down, and said eagerly

"I'll do it for you. Hey, what's the matter, the dark purple on your face has faded, and it doesn't look like poison."

"I've felt it, it's not an ordinary poison, I'm a mortal realm, and ordinary poisons are no longer effective. It is rumored that this poisonous name: Entanglement, as the name suggests, entangles the sea of qi, so that the cultivator can temporarily cultivate to the fullest, and it will automatically dissipate after a few days, and there is no need to detoxify at all. This poison was in my food from the men who accompanied me on my journey before I was assassinated. Before my cultivation was lost, I took advantage of the chaos to escape."

"Yaqing, you are also a master of martial arts, disrespectful and disrespectful, how is your cultivation realm divided?"

Youchen just wondered why Lin Yaqing was not afraid of dry bones, ordinary girls would see the color change when they saw dry bones, it turned out that she was also a powerful cultivator, and a strong cultivator must be firm in her heart and not afraid of a little dry bone.

Lin Yaqing responded

"The first order to the ninth order is the mortal realm, and beyond the ninth order is promoted to the mortal realm. When I see you performing that kind of Buddhist golden bell, I know that you are extraordinary. Then how do you divide the realm?"

"Condensing the golden body is an arhat, and all the arhats below are novices, and above the arhats are bodhisattvas."

Youchen walked up to the husband and wife, bowed down and bowed. Immediately after that, he began to recite the mantra of the past life, and Lin Yaqing watched quietly from the side.

It didn't stop until there was dust in the sub-hour.

Lin Yaqing was no different from ordinary people at this time, she had no cultivation, she was already feeling tired, and Youchen laid a layer of thatch in the next room, helped Lin Yaqing to sleep, took out the clothes in the package, and asked Lin Yaqing

"Yaqing, don't mind covering you with my clothes, the mountains and forests are windy, and the cold air at night disturbs me, I'm afraid that you, an ordinary person, can't bear the cold."

Lin Yaqing sighed secretly, "He is still a warm-hearted monk"

Lin Yaqing did not refuse to say

"It's okay, I don't dislike the dust on your clothes, I run around all day today, and I have dust on my body."

"Yaqing lie down, I'll cover it for you."

Youchen found a place next to her, laid out the thatch, and lay down.

Nothing was said all night.

On the second day, when Youchen opened his eyes, he saw Lin Yaqing in his arms, and the warm fragrant nephrite was in his arms, Youchen felt a little happy in his heart, and then he seemed to think of something terrible, and was shocked, so he quickly got up and acted as if nothing happened. In his heart, he was worried that Lin Yaqing would say that he was a disciple and a flower monk.

Last night was rainy and windy in the mountains, and the house fell into disrepair. Lin Yaqing felt the cold wind and shiver when she fell asleep,

Under the cold, people's subconscious reaction is to look for a warm place, so there is a scene of beauty in the arms.

Lin Yaqing woke up and found that Youchen was not there, and looked around, only to find that Youchen was preparing breakfast. The simple wild vegetable mushrooms actually made Youchen make a delicious taste.

Lin Yaqing praised Youchen's superb cooking skills.

After breakfast, the two discussed leaving, and yesterday's black-clothed swordsman should not chase after him.

Youchen asked Lin Yaqing to change into her own clothes as a disguise, although Lin Yaqing was wearing a novice suit, she still looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal dust, and Youchen didn't dare to look at it directly

Youchen and Lin Yaqing bowed to the dry bones and the couple, and those who didn't know must have thought that they were worshipping heaven and earth, stepped out of the hut, and set off to leave.