The Buddha hall is solemn. The wind moves, the prayer flags move.

Chaolu raised her head, and her gaze fell on the cold face along a hanging prayer flag.

In the line of sight, under Luo Xiangying's upright outline, a pair of calm eyes stared at her wordlessly.

He has always been like this, he wants to help her but never exceeds the rules, and he must use utensils to separate the two.

In her previous life, she had always hated this compassionate gaze of charity.

His compassion is like a transparent mirror, reflecting her embarrassment, her shamelessness, and her unbearability.

So on the last night, she took advantage of his mercy and deceived him fiercely, pulled the god off the altar, and fell with her, sinking into the sea of desire.

But because of this evil act, she remembered his eyes for the rest of her life, as if she had been cut by a thousand knives.

In this life, she has learned from her previous life, calculated his heart, and still wants to use him step by step.

First tempted him with the throne of Uzi, but when he did not allow it, he showed weakness with a leg injury and entangled with him. Each of these steps is a trap she has designed to attract his compassion, lead him to pity, and willingly save her.

Only, the pain is real, and the love is sincere, but the purpose is not pure.

Five points of mental calculation, five points of true feelings, infinitely realistic.

She is so bad, after all, she is still the unscrupulous villain.

The hands that drooped down to the dew and landed on the prayer flags. There is a thin layer of cocoons on the joints, which are the traces left by chanting with prayer beads in hand day and night.

She thought that last night, he had removed his karma because she had killed someone and chanted for her.

Chao Lu's heart was sour, and he angrily brushed away the prayer flag he handed over, pursed his lips and said:

"I don't want you to pity me."

"Sludge can give birth to lotus flowers."

His clear and deep voice rang out.

The prayer flags were handed to her again, and the man's slender and well-proportioned fingers landed on the edge of the prayer flags.

Below is the surging mud waves, above the smoke waves, a pure lotus, thin stems such as jade, pavilion growth, buds to be released, the tip of the petal burning red, such as dark fragrance.

He stared at her and said softly:

"The lotus one, although he is in turbid water when he is born, can be pure and unstained. Like people, although they are in the mud, they can also be like lotus blossoms that grow on their own, without dirt and dust. ”

Chaolu was slightly stunned.

Lotus is the highest and purest treasure flower of the Buddha country. Its flowers are solemn and fragrant for a long time; No branches, no vines, no hanging, no obstacles. The root of the lotus flower is eternal and immortal, and it will happen again in the next year, symbolizing that people die and their souls are immortal, constantly passing away in the sea of reincarnation, seeking to escape from the other side.

A person like her, who has bloody hands and is full of calculations, can also be compared to the most holy lotus flower in the Buddha country?

Chao Lu shook his head, the corners of his lips curled, as if he was sarcastic, and as if he was secretly laughing at himself.

It is really a Buddha with empty eyes and no red dust.

"The Buddha is high and unstained with mortal dust, how can he know the suffering of the deep quagmire?" She replied coldly, "I, like ordinary people, even if we listen to the Buddha's own Buddha's voice, it will be useless, and the Buddha will not bother. ”

Chaolu turned around and held on to the altar to stand up on her own. The legs and feet that had been sitting for a long time were very weak, and she was numb, and she stumbled and fell forward.

A pair of strong arms caught her steadily, lifted her up, and quickly pulled away. The jade-white monk's robe brushed between her fingers like flowing water, and the man's quiet and firm voice fell into her ears:

"I have my quagmire."

"I also experience the pain of breaking bones and heartbreaking, and the pain of burning fire."

Morning Dew raised his eyes. She didn't expect that her casual ridicule of his rhetorical question would get a response from him.

"As the benefactor saw last night. I am afflicted with a hidden disease, and every night of the full moon must become ill. When it happens, its whole body is like a fire, and its suffering endures, nightmares continue, which is detrimental to cultivation, and the moon is so ......"

"Senior brother!" Yuan Qi, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly exclaimed and interrupted him.

is such a lifelong secret, how can you tell this ill-intentioned demon girl at will. If it is spread by someone with a heart, the weakness of the Buddha will definitely be attacked by the world, and even more so, he will be ruined and unable to afford it.

Yuan Qi was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and he couldn't wait to stop him.

"It doesn't matter." Luo Xiang's voice was calm, and continued, "Now that she has seen it, it is better for me to tell the truth than to let her speculate." ”

"This disease is my quagmire, and I have this catastrophe in my life."

"I am also a mortal, just like you. Only by practicing hard work and cutting off evil thoughts can we attain the Bodhi fruit, like a lotus born in the mud, removing impurities and being pure and free. ”

His voice was not rippling, the still water flowed deeply, but it passed through Luo Chaolu's heart like a stormy wave.

The perfect and holy Buddha is also deep in the mud, and he suffers from it. In this way, the Buddhism was turbulent, and the shocking secrets related to his honor and disgrace, he told her so frankly and unreservedly.

Just to comfort her.

But even though his words of comfort to her were really sincere and moving, Chaolu never forgot the purpose of the negotiation.

His warm embrace was close in front of him, and the faint sandalwood lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time.

Smelling his familiar breath, for several days, Chaolu had been holding back, and at this time the tip of his nose finally became astringent, and he cried bitterly, and shed tears:

"Brother Xiang, I can't be a lotus anymore, the quagmire of the Uzi royal court is too deep...... They all bullied me, bullied me for losing my father, bullied my mother for being incompetent, bullied me for my third brother was not ......"

Luo Xiang listened silently and did not make a sound.

It is clearly the golden branches and jade leaves that grew up in the splendid pile, and the dazzling pearl of Uzi in the memory was once forced to face the destruction of the family, and became a crippled body because of this.

When she was on her feet, he let go of his hand. He was not used to touching her, and the strange but familiar scent made him feel unprovoked.

was dragged by her arm. After a few breaths, he felt a wet patch on his sleeve.

The girl who was so arrogant and arrogant a moment ago was now in his arms like tears like rain, like a helpless fallen leaf, withering in the wind, falling into his arms.

Luo Xiang was a little at a loss, sighed lightly, and said in an extremely light, almost inaudible voice:

"Don't cry."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, she cried more and more, and large drops of warm and moist tears poured out, penetrating through the monk's robe and penetrating into his body.

Luo Xiang raised his hand and wanted to pat her shoulder, which was trembling from crying, but as soon as his fingers stretched out, he retracted it and slowly put it down.

He only said solemnly:

"Your father is with me, and he is nurturing. Today, your father and brother are not here, and I will temporarily take the responsibility of my brother, protect you, send you out of the city, and meet your third brother. ”

Chaolu wiped away her tears, looked at him with hazy teary eyes, and sobbed:

"Brother Xiang, did you agree?"

Luo Xiang sat down with his back to her robe in front of the desk, and said:

"As a matter of urgency, I will use the monks outside the city to help you find your third brother and send you out of the Uzi royal court."

Morning Dew bows his head. As long as he temporarily uses the power of the Buddha to escape from the court of the Uzi king, it can be regarded as a big step towards survival. The rest of the calculations can be slowly drawn later.

Luo Xiang picked up a small piece of jute paper, wrote a few words, folded up the royal court defense map she had written, sealed it in the letter, and turned around and said:

"This is my handwriting, and it is stamped with my seal. Today, my monk will enter the royal court to perform supernatural rituals for your father, and I am trapped in the Buddha hall and cannot come out, so please give him this letter. ”

Chaolu raised his hand to take it, but he didn't let go when he wanted to take the letter away.

She was stunned, raised her eyes, and met his clear eyes, like a deep pool, without a trace of ripples.

Listen to him word for word:

"This plan is dangerous, if you are not careful, you can ask for self-protection. Remember. ”

After she nodded blankly, he let go of the letter and said slowly:

"Go ahead."

Chaolu put away the letter, twisted a lock of braid hanging from her sideburns, and circled it around her fingertips, thinking about another matter.

Oh, she blinked, and repeated the old trick, her body was weak, half leaning on the Buddhist altar, and said in a trembling voice:

"Brother Xiang, the wound on my foot has cracked again, and I can't sleep in pain at night...... Before the injury is healed, I want to live with my brother every night and listen to my brother's chanting......"

She also had to pretend to seduce the Buddha with her uncle, so she had to use this trick as a cover, so that Luo Sumi's people in charge of guarding would see the two of them living together, so as not to make him suspicious again.

"How does this work?" Hearing this, Yuan Yuan on the side came to his senses, got up "Teng", shocked and angry, his face turned pale, and said, "Senior brother, this is definitely not good!" ”

Luo Xiang glanced at Yuan Qi lightly and motioned for him to go over, not saying whether it was okay or not.

Xiao Shamiyuan led the order and walked over and listened to Luo Xiang whisper a few words to him.

After that, Yuan Qi ran over with a "kick", picked her up with a pouted mouth and walked out, while whispering very dissatisfied:

"My senior brother is not a medical officer, and you can't heal if you follow him."

Chaolu didn't speak, and replied in his heart, "I want you to take care of it." ”

The two came to the corridor outside the hall, and when they saw that there was no one around, they stuffed a porcelain bottle into Chaolu's hand and said:

"Well, you remember the abrasion medicine."

She took the porcelain vase and saw that it was delicately engraved with a very special lotus pattern. Her heart fluttered, and she asked:

"Your senior brother asked you to give it to me?"

The monks are not allowed to speak, and the little novice refuses to admit it, nor does he deny it:

"I made this medicine myself, and there are rare herbs in it, which can cure any bruises and burns."

Chaolu opened the porcelain bottle and tried the medicine on his wrist.

There is indeed a strange fragrance, very strong but not pungent, straight to the tip of the nose.

"Hey, you're so kind?" Chaolu asked him rhetorically with what he had said.

"Hey, you, I'm ......" Yuan Qi wiped his nose with his little thick fingers, wringed his hands on the side, and said in a slur words, "I, I sent you medicine, and you have to promise me one thing." ”

Chao Lu glanced at him and said:

"I knew you weren't so kind. Say, what's the matter? ”

"You can't tell anyone about my brother's illness last night." Xiao Shami stretched out his finger, pointed to the heavens and the low, and said mysteriously, "God knows this, you know and I know." ”

Chaolu pondered for a moment, and then asked:

"What kind of disease is this, so weird?"

"What kind of demon is the master said, the cause of the past life, and the calamity of this life...... I don't understand either. The little novice spread his hands and said, "In short, you need to keep your mouth shut." If others know, they will treat their brother as a monster. In this way, he will not be able to become a Buddha, and he will be canonized in two years. ”

She recalled that last night, the Buddha who was shining in the daytime was like an evil ghost rakshasa after the lights and candles were all extinguished. Who would have thought that the Buddha would have such a hidden disease, no wonder he had to keep it a secret.

But she clearly remembered that Luo Xiang in her previous life did not have such an emergency, and she would not have an illness for no reason.

What has changed in this life?

Chaolu nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing her casual expression, a baby face was straightforward, and she said with a heartfelt voice:

"No, you swear."

Chaolu thought it was funny, but he still swore to the sky:

"I, Luo Chaolu, am willing to keep a lifelong oath for the little master of the origin and never leak the secret, otherwise I will go to hell after death. Okay, right? ”

After hearing this, he left satisfied.

……

When he returned to the Buddha hall, he saw that Luo Xiang had translated the Buddhist scriptures as usual in front of the case. He is straight and meticulous. The hands that held the scroll and held the wolf's hand roamed back and forth in the scroll, not hurrying or slow.

It seems that the farce just now is just a little bit of water, not in his heart.

There was a difficult color on the origin of the origin, and he muttered hesitantly:

"Senior brother, I know that you are compassionate, but although she is pitiful, I always feel that she is not a good person. You are in the court of Uzi, you are already in danger, why do you need to help her? ”

This time, unlike the night before when he rescued the dancing girl from Luo Sumi's hands at the banquet, Luo Xiang did not explain it with the "salvation of the world" Yunyun, but was silent.

Just because, in front of the Buddha, you can't talk nonsense, and he hides a selfish heart.

He was suffering from a hidden disease, and he was haunted by obscene nightmares, and all the chaos around him was lingering, and when he lingered, he could not see the woman's face and figure, but only glimpsed a red mole on the snowy mountain, which was extremely clear.

Since she entered the Buddha hall yesterday, he had accidentally seen her undressed, and he seemed to have seen a very similar outline. A red mole in the shape of a lotus petal loomed over her body.

Just a glance, fleeting, as if it were just an illusion that only existed in his mind.

For no reason, her smile was intertwined with the female figure in his hallucination.

He had a glimmer of hope that from her, he might be able to find the root of his hidden illness.

Even so, that means that she is the tribulation that he will overcome in this life, the test set by the Buddha.

Luo Xiang's eyes drooped, and his dark eyes were dull, as if he was staring at an endless abyss.

The red mole is hidden, he is a disciple of the Buddha, and he should not be seen or moved.

But he wanted to be sure.