Sang Sang didn't feel that this poem was good, and felt that it was worse than the poem she had written for Ning Que to kill people, and she remembered that this monk had threatened herself and Ning Que outside the academy, so she turned around and closed the door.

The door was blocked by the hand of enlightenment, he did not hide the obsession and fanatical possession on his face, looked at Sang Sang and said excitedly: "In order for you to be free to follow me to the ends of the earth to wander and watch the ebb and flow of the tide and the flowers bloom, I promise you that I will definitely kill your young master in the shortest possible time." ”

Hearing this, Sang Sang turned around and looked at his face seriously.

Wudao looked at the little maid's serious expression, became more and more intoxicated, and reached out to touch her face.

As his fingertips approached his slightly dark face, he seemed to be able to clearly feel that the transparent, clean and addictive smell on Sang Sang's body was seeping into his body, his breathing was slightly short, and he said very strictly: "I have never met a woman who excites me so much in my life, you must be mine." When he said this, his expression was solemn and dignified, and there was no greedy and obsessive look, and the tattered monk's robe on his body was still dusty by the wind, but every pore on Qingjun's face seemed to be flowing with fanatical body fluids, and every word seemed to be spreading the taste of ** in the wind.

Sang Sang took a step back, avoided the wet and slippery fingers like a poisonous snake letter, looked at the monk's slightly raised crotch, there was no disgusting love on his face, not even love, turned around and reached out to take a basin. In the wooden basin is yesterday's washing water, which is specially stored for flushing the toilet.

The old man slipped back to the backyard at some point, brought out the basin of water, and waited calmly beside him.

Sang Sang took the pointed basin, raised his arms, and threw it in front of him with force.

There was a bang.

The basin of dirty water mixed with mud and gravel splashed on Wu Dao's body, drenching him from head to toe until he was soaked, and two yellow and smelly rotten vegetable leaves drooped on his shiny bald head, and the solemn expression on his face suddenly stiffened.

With a snap, the wooden door of the old pen was tightly shut.

Soaked Wudao stood at the foot of the stone steps in a daze, and it took a long time to wake up, he reached out to wipe the muddy water on his face, and slowly plucked the two rotten vegetable leaves on the top of his head, and a smile gradually appeared on his solemn face.

When he met Sangsang twice, he made no secret of his greedy excitement and fanaticism, but at this time, he was poured down by a basin of water, drenched to the point of coldness, and the smile on his face finally appeared for the first time with a cold and indifferent taste.

Because Wudao was very sad and angry, he didn't understand why this little maid treated him like this, he was so delicate and noble, he wanted to please her, he wanted to take her into the room and take care of her on top of the brocade quilt, was there anything wrong? Shouldn't you feel honored and faint happily? You dare to splash me with water?

However, the more he was interested, the more interested Sang Sang became, and with a cold smile, the heart that wanted to possess the other party and destroy the other party's clean body beat faster and more excitedly.

The Fish and Dragon Gang, who had been monitoring the Forty-seventh Lane, noticed the movement of Lao Bi Zhaitao, and several men in Tsing Yi came over, surrounded Wudao in the middle, lowered his voice and said coldly: "The people living in this shop are friends of Qi Siye, if you don't want to see the sun tomorrow, leave immediately and never come back."

The love monk and enlightenment come from an unknowable place, where do you care about these worldly characters. It's just that there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in Chang'an City, and there are many strong people in the Tang Empire, even if he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous, and it is not yet night at this time, and there are many people in the alley pointing and pointing at it, which is inconvenient.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the shop through the wooden door and smiled softly and said, "I'll be back." ”

After saying this, he ignored the Fish and Dragon Gang in green clothes, green pants and green shoes, light Nan monk's robe, turned around and walked indifferently to the outside of Lane 47, the monk's clothes were lightly swayed, and the straw sandals stepped on the dead leaves that had fallen for a long time.

The shadow of the bare winter tree's branches fell over his calm face

On the night of climbing the second floor of the academy, he was slightly punished by Master Yan Se and burned the monk's sleeves, so he temporarily left Chang'an to travel in the southern mountains, and he was not in the territory of the Tang Kingdom for several months, and even rarely saw anyone, so he didn't know what happened after spring. He didn't know who the little maid who made him inexplicably excited was, and he didn't even know who Ning Que was, but he kept hating a guy named Zhong Dajun.

The cold of the spring and winter solstice is getting deeper, and time will always dilute a lot of things, such as jealousy, enlightenment and courage to return to the territory of the Tang Kingdom, and know that Master Yan Se seems to be worrying about some things recently, he thought that the terrifying rune master should not remember himself, and the fear gradually receded, so he bravely came to the capital Chang'an.

Because he misses the little maid very much, he really wants to have that little maid, as if it is fate or chance, he saw each other the next day after entering Chang'an City, and followed her all the way from the princess's mansion to Linforty-seven lane, and it was difficult to suppress the excitement and knocked on the wooden door of the old pen house, and finally exchanged for a basin of dirty water and two rotten vegetables.

It doesn't matter, the heat of the heart and the inexplicable attraction cannot be extinguished by a basin of water.

He is a love monk enlightenment, since leaving the Hanging Temple, traveled around the world, whether it is the moon wheel or the Southern Jin Dynasty, countless beautiful little jasper have descended under him, how can he be frustrated in the face of a little maid?

Wudao smiled and walked in the alley under the winter tree, thinking that he was about to fulfill his wish, and his mood was joyful and calm.

The old man's gaze passed through the cabinet on the wooden door, looked at the back of the young monk walking towards the entrance of the alley, and thought silently: "A lewd monk can actually feel the peculiarity of Sangsang's body, and the Hanging Temple is really extraordinary. ”

Walking back to the backyard, he found that the wooden basin containing the vegetable water had been thrown into the corner, and Sang Sang did not continue to sit back at the table to eat, but squatted by the stove, looking at the weak but pure glow on the tips of his fingers in a daze.

"Skipping dinner?" asked the old man.

Sang Sang shook her head, flicked her fingers, and the dry wood in the stove quickly burned, but she frowned.

The old man smiled and said, "There are people in the Buddhist sect who are fanatical about double cultivation, and the monk's crazy state probably comes from this. ”

Sang Sang ignored him and looked at the firewood burning in the stove eye, seriously thinking about how to quickly improve his divine skill level, at the moment her realm is too low, the Haotian divine light that can be condensed is dim and weak, the power is similar to ordinary fire, it is okay to light dry firewood, but it can't deal with those powerful cultivators.

The old man looked at the resolute expression on her little face, sighed, and said, "Heart barrier is extremely bad for cultivation. ”

Sang Sang didn't look back and said softly: "He said that he would kill the young master in the shortest possible time." ”

She didn't say anything more, she didn't ask for anything, but the old man understood why she was so eager to improve her realm: she wanted to kill the young monk in the shortest possible time.

The old man looked at Sangsang's back and smiled, but didn't say anything.

Night has just come, and twilight is still stubborn in the West. It was dinner time, and an alley in the east of Chang'an City was quiet and uninhabited, and the winter trees on the side of the alley painted the dim sky into countless irregular small grids...... Wudao withdrew his gaze from the sky, smiled and prepared to move forward, but the next moment his pupils suddenly shrank.

There was a person at the entrance of the alley, his face was dim and he couldn't see clearly, but judging from his rickety body, it should be an old man, and what made him feel like a police person was ...... He didn't know when the old man appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Wudao was silent for a moment, walked in the direction of the alley, and when he got closer to see his face, he found that he had seen this old man, in the shop in Lane 47...... The rest of the water from the pot was in the old man's hands.

The old man standing at the entrance of the alley looked at him and smiled slightly, and said kindly: "You can see the potential of Sangsang...... He has good eyesight, and among the younger generation of cultivators, he is considered to be the best. ”

Wu Dao gently raised his hand and slowly stroked his bald head, his movements were very chic, but he always felt that he could still touch those slippery water marks and the two wilted rotten vegetable leaves, but he didn't want to do anything.

Because this figure who is lying like an ordinary old man is definitely not an ordinary person, because the other party can stop his friends at the entrance of the alley without noticing, because the other party knows what to go for cultivation.

After all, Wudao is a proud young man, who thinks that he is on a par with the prince of Longqing, he will never accept an unknown old man to teach him, and said proudly: "It turns out that her name is Sangsang, I know, you can leave." ”

The old man smiled and said, "I know you're from the Hanging Temple. ”

Wudao's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect to be seen through by the other party at a glance.

The old man said calmly: "There are very few disciples in the Hanging Temple, and your realm is much worse than the Seven Thoughts back then, so naturally you are not qualified to walk the world on behalf of the temple, so I am a little puzzled why you appear in the world." ”

Enlightenment's expression was awe-inspiring, he didn't expect the other party to know so much about the Hanging Temple, and even knew that Senior Brother Qi Nian back then, subconsciously became vigilant, and the tattered monk's robe on his body danced in the wind.

He looked at the old man and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty knows that I am from an unknown land, why do you dare to block my way?"

The old man laughed and said, "The so-called unknowable is just a place of escape that the world does not know, and once it is known, it can be known, so the name of the temple is something that has no power and no meaning." ”

Hearing this, Wudao became more and more vigilant, and looked at the old man silent.

"Let's just say that in the Chang'an City you are in, there are many people who know the Hanging Temple and know the Shouguan, not to mention that the academy is at the foot of the mountain in the south of the city, so your origin is nothing to the people in this city. It's just that Chang'an City has been distracted recently because of something, Yan Se has no time to pay attention to you, and others can't take care of you, so you can be so presumptuous, otherwise you really think that the name of the Hanging Temple alone can make the Tang people fearful?"

The old man looked at him and continued: "That matter has something to do with me, it seems that it is my responsibility for you to act like this in Chang'an City, but I didn't expect that you would actually harass my female apprentice." ”

Wudao vaguely guessed the identity of the old man, and the thin body in his eyes suddenly became extremely tall, he suppressed the shock in his heart, bowed down in a little panic, changed his attitude in an instant, and said extremely politely: "Tao generation, this matter is not what I did, I will leave immediately." ”

The old man looked at him and did not speak.

The alley was quiet and silent, and the atmosphere of death lasted for a while, and the young monk vaguely understood something, his voice became hoarse, and he looked at the other party and said in a deep voice: "Even if you are a big man in the Xiling Temple, I am a person from the Hanging Temple after all, and the other family teacher is a master of the temple, and I heard that I met you by chance back then." ”

The old man still didn't speak, just looked at him calmly in the eyes

Wudao felt that his body was stiff, and he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, bit his tongue fiercely, making his mind more shrewd and calm, and said: "I admit that the master of the Hanging Temple is not my master, he is my father, and I am his illegitimate son, so I will leave, and I ask the Tao generation to have mercy." ”

Silence heard at this time that the old man reacted, he slowly shook his head and said: "Betrayed the temple and left Momoyama, then for me in this and situation, my heart has been freed, and there is no hindrance. Don't say that your father, it is the resurrection of the Demon Sect, and the people in the three unknowable places of the Hanging Temple Zhishouguan Academy are here, and I can still ignore it. ”

The tattered monk's robe on Wudao's body trembled slightly in the night wind, and he looked at the old man and asked in a trembling voice, "How can you forgive me for some of the mistakes I have inadvertently committed?"

"Xiantao said that you have good eyesight and can see Sangsang's potential, but that's just the surface, because until now you still haven't understood how important Sangsang is to me, and when she frowned and didn't like it, the world in my eyes was no longer bright. ”

Listening to the old man's tone becoming more and more strict, especially when he heard the last sentence, two lines of cold sweat slowly trickled down from the top of the smooth head of the Enlightenment, and he begged in a trembling voice: "The younger generation Xiantao is blind, please forgive me." ”

The old man raised his slender index finger, stretched out to the cold winter night breeze, and said, "No, your eyes are blind at this time. ”

Wudao understood this sentence, felt great fear, screamed, his hands poked out of the monk's robe, formed a Buddhist exquisite mudra, drew an obstacle, and the monk's robe fluttered and swept towards the back of the alley.

The Buddha's handprint exuded a subtle and grand aura, but when it touched the candle-like flame of the old man's finger, it was like snow meeting the spring sun, and the mud spots entered the basin of washing vegetables and disappeared in an instant.

The figure of Enlightenment swept backwards, as if it was surrounded by the light of the flames, and the feet of the straw sandals could not leave the ground at all, and the body was stretched like a shadow but could not be far away.

He looked at the candle-like light between the old man's fingers, and his eyes were full of fear.

The milky color of the light took over his black pupils, and then rapidly dilated, obliterating fear.

Then his black eyes burned.

Terrible screams rang out in the quiet alleys.

Bright and clean, so it is the purest and most stainable.

The light is pure and lukewarm, so it is the hottest and the coldest.