When Shu Hansheng first entered the Infernal Prison, he was like a pure white and flawless piece of paper, and all the colors and desires were mottled by Chongjue's strokes.

But a demon riddled with evil thoughts can teach him something good, and he indulged in lust in his previous life, and he can say more words than a prodigal son who indulges in the scene.

Even if he was reborn and had a spring dream about Chongjue in his previous life, he didn't care about the cold sound, and he even enjoyed it, because he didn't feel love from beginning to end. Lust is a bad thing to be ashamed of - on the contrary, I feel that a dragonfly kiss will make people die of shame.

In the familiar dream, Su Hansheng's brain was dizzy and he couldn't think at all, so he could only subconsciously spit out the words that Chongjue taught him to make people happy, so that he couldn't sleep for a long time.

However, in today's dream, Chongjue seemed to be very abnormal, his face was so gloomy that he almost wanted to drip, and his slender hand stretched out coldly towards him.

Su Hansheng's eyes were dilated, and he stared at the knobby hand in distraction, subconsciously wanting to stick it. On the ground, two fingers were like cold blades against the center of his eyebrows, and a fierce spiritual power rushed into his sea of consciousness mercilessly like a bamboo.

Boom –

Sanskrit sounds are deafening.

The spiritual power of the World Venerable of Mount Meru can cleanse all the filth in the world, and the pupils of the cold sound are blank for a moment, and the mind is like a huge Buddha shadow flashing away, majestic and silent.

A clear voice turned into an invisible whip, and it suddenly knocked him down from a thousand feet in the air. The feeling of weightlessness hit the earth, and the cold sound seemed to fall to the ground suddenly, choking out a breath and staggering to the bed.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and he gasped for breath with a cold voice, and it took a while to come to his senses.

Chongjue was dressed in a plain robe, standing on the edge of the bed with an expressionless face and looking at him condescendingly, like a majestic Buddha. "Are you awake?"

Su Hansheng's face was full of tears, and he looked at him in confusion: "Uncle?"

Chongjue said indifferently with a rare cold stinging intent: "You still know that I am your uncle?"

The cold voice was stunned for a long time, and then he realized that the world-honored one, who had always been well-dressed, was messy at this time, as if he had been insulted.

Remembering the sudden abnormal appearance of the pervert when he was pestering Chongjue in his previous life in his dream, Su Hansheng vaguely realized a terrible possibility, his face was dull, and he was even more stupid.

Chongjue said in a deep voice: "Cry, get up." The cold voice trembled. The last time Chongjue called himself by his full name, he still used rattan to whip him that time.

But this time it was well deserved.

Su Hansheng silently got up from the bed against Chongjue's anger, his bare feet just touched the ground, and his knees were one

Soft directly uncontrollably knelt down and bowed.

Chongjue didn't help him, and watched with a calm face.

Su Hansheng knelt there in embarrassment, struggling to remember, but his body was so weak that he could barely hold it up, as if the effect of the tarsal antidote had not completely dissipated.

Feeling that the indifferent eyes on the top of his head were almost penetrating the skull, he was afraid that Chongjue would be more angry when he was in a hurry, so he hurriedly stood slowly on the edge of the bed

Get up.

But Zhou Gu was too bold to shoot the medicine, and the cold sound was sore and soft, even more uncomfortable than when the tarsal bone had not yet been untied, and the knee was finally propped up, and a burst of soreness struck violently, making his thin body uncontrollably pounce forward, and his hand vaguely grabbed something and dragged it down.

"Poof."

Su Hansheng knelt on the ground again, and looked up in a daze to see the strange thing pressing under the palm of his hand. …… He completely ripped off Chongjue's scattered waist seal. Chilling Voice: "......"

Su Hansheng's heart was extremely weak, and he didn't dare to look at Chongjue's face like last time, and he bowed his head on his knees meekly and obediently, not planning to get up. Just kneel like that.

Chongjue seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself, and his tone was calmer than Fang Cai, but it was even more terrifying. "What do you want to say?"

Su Hansheng pressed his hands on his knees and was silent, wanting to pretend to be dead, but he was afraid that Chongjue would really be angry and whip himself again, so he could only consider the wording, and it took a long time before he said: "The world forgives sins, I, I ......"

Chongjue looked at Su Hansheng with an expressionless face, looking at the back of his obedient head, wanting to see what kind of flowers he could weave. Su Hansheng whispered: "...... I was dizzy and mistaken for someone. Chongjue was stunned.

After finding this reason, Su Hansheng was stunned for a long time, staring blankly at the hands holding the robes and the black hair scattered all over the ground, and the sunset shone obliquely from the window lattice, silently falling three inches away from him.

There will never be sunlight in the Infernal Hell, and he has returned to the world. …… He never did anything wrong, he just recognized the wrong person.

I don't feel emotional. Something is wrong with wanting - although he mistook reality for a dream in a daze, shouldn't the biggest fault be Chongjue's casual approach to his bed?

It doesn't seem to be Luowu Zhai here?

Oh, the cold sound is more reasonable.

If you fall asleep well in Luowu Zhai, it is absolutely impossible to rush to the Buddha Hall in a daze, and be bold and rude to the World Venerable of Mount Meru! Nine out of ten mistakes are on Chongjue.

Su Hansheng's bent waist became straighter and straighter, and his courage became fatter and fatter, and finally he had the audacity to raise his head and stare at Chongjue

。 That's right.

Chongjue's eyes were cold, and the hand hanging by his side pinched the Buddha beads in his hand. There was a crunch click,

Su Hansheng watched as the two beads in Chongjue's hands suddenly turned into powder, and fell from his fingers, leaving only a rope hooked on his slender fingers.

Chilling Voice:

I should just hug my neck and tug at my belt, and I didn't get up and kiss someone like last time, why am I so angry?

Su Hansheng had never seen Chongjue so angry, and he wanted to run but his legs couldn't move, so he had to admit it, and he could bend and stretch and said: "The younger generation offended the world, if you want to be punished, even if you come, I will never complain."

This punishment, Su Hansheng was willing.

Looking at the young man who had always been afraid of pain and stretched out his hand as if he were dead, Chongjue's temples had begun to ache faintly, and the sea of knowledge, which had always been clear, seemed to be covered with a layer of gloomy mist.

Su Hansheng waited and waited for the beating, and cautiously squinted one eye and looked up.

Chongjue's blue eyes seemed to flash a cold white, and he looked at him indifferently, and opened his lips with difficulty word by word: "Those ......... Who did you learn from the nonsense?

Su was stunned. Did he say gibberish, immersed in a dream to say just some obscene words...

Only then did Su Hansheng realize that it was no wonder that Chongjue was so angry.

Because Chongjue's appearance in his previous life was too profound, and the world-honored one had not been shaved, it was always difficult for Su Hansheng to treat him as a real Buddha.

Now that I think about it, he said a bunch of obscene words to a monk who hadn't opened meat for thousands of years - or for the elders who gave themselves a milk name, no

It's like five thunderbolts.

Su Hansheng only then understood where Chongjue's qi was. An old man who hasn't opened meat for thousands of years is really thin-skinned.

The world-honored is a Buddha cultivator, like the bright moon on the top of the mountain, which cannot be desecrated. Su Hansheng slapped his ass and whispered, I shouldn't know our Taoist double cultivation method, these are all necessary courses.

Chongjue: .. …

Buddhism also has joy Zen, Chongjue has been practicing in the Three Realms for a long time, and has seen a lot of knowledge, but he has never heard of such a "necessary course" in Taoist cultivation. But Su Hansheng said it very well: "I'm a delicate ...... The Venerable Elder taught me that once a Taoist cultivator becomes a Taoist couple, he will practice double cultivation every day, and his spiritual power will be blended and his soul will be entangled, which will be of great benefit to his cultivation. ”

Chongjue seemed to be shocked by these well-founded words, and couldn't believe that someone could actually put "handover. The matter of "Together" was said so justifiably that it was silent for a long time.

Su Hansheng knelt so hard that his knees hurt, and he saw that the "head of Buddhist cultivation" seemed to be subverted

Knowing this, he secretly tried to get up again by holding on to the edge of the bed.

I don't know if he knelt for too long or the poison hasn't disappeared, he tilted his body and fell to the side again, probably sucking the lesson just now - more importantly, if he tore Shizun's clothes again, he would definitely not be able to escape this beating, so he simply turned his body and threw himself to the side at the last moment.

The boy was like a moth to a fire, staggering half of his body and falling into the sunset. The midsummer sunset was still hot, and a scorching flame burned on him.

Su Hansheng had long expected to be burned, but he didn't say a word, and struggled to get up in the shade next to him.

The scorching breath of the flame made Chongjue come back to his senses suddenly, and seeing that half of his body was on fire, Mo Qing's eyes shrank suddenly, and he suddenly swung out a spiritual power to forcibly roll the person onto the couch.

The fire was extinguished in an instant.

Su Hansheng wrapped his messy clothes tightly, took out a porcelain bottle of elixir from Yu Lian, and swallowed it directly regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one. The elixir entered the abdomen, and instantly turned into moist spiritual power and poured into the dry spiritual root meridians, and the paralyzed hands and feet gradually gained strength.

Chongjue saw that his little face was pale, and he calmly wanted to probe his pulse.

Su Hansheng estimated that Chongjue didn't seem to be as angry as he was just now, so he dodged his hand dryly, staggered over and went down, and said cautiously: Shizun, can I go back?

Chongjue's outstretched hand was stunned, and his five fingers curled up slightly, before he slowly withdrew it.

You......

The scars from the flames were slowly fading, and he looked up at him: What?

Chongjue said: Don't you have anything to ask me?

The strange flower buds that grow from the associated trees, the tarsal bone poison has been cured, but it is still burned by the sun. …

When it comes to life, only Chongjue can answer for him in the Great Three Realms, but Su Hansheng doesn't seem to have any intention of asking him from beginning to end, and avoids him like a snake and scorpion.

Su Hansheng shook his head. Where did he dare to ask Chongjue anything again, it was a blessing not to be beaten today.

Chongjue's eyes were cold, and he was about to say something.

The disciple seal on Su Hansheng's waist suddenly shook violently, and a red spiritual power rune with a black magpie mark drilled out of it, silently falling on Su Hansheng's palm.

Su Hansheng lowered his eyes, and his face changed instantly.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

Su Hansheng hurriedly took out the floating clouds in Yujian and inserted them into his hair, and hurriedly said: "Is there anything else that Shizun has, the envoy of the Punishment Hall asked me to go over, saying that there is an urgent matter. "

;

Chongjue saw that he looked eager to almost jump up, and reached out to rub his eyebrows. After a long time, he waved his hand and motioned for him to go.

The cold sound suddenly burst into joy. Although it was a message from the Punishment Hall, it was just a message to inform him that he was going to call the Venerable Elder to the Academy Palace tomorrow to embarrass him.

Before Fang Cai could be shocked, he saw a message from Xu Nanzhi.

"I know about the elder, come to Siwangzhai, senior brother has something to tell you, whether you can avoid tomorrow's favor depends on yourself."

Hearing this, Xu Nanzhi was sure to let the irascible senior brother raise his noble hand.

Su Hansheng just used this reason to get rid of Chongjue. Xu Nan's words helped him take two fewer beatings, which was very good.

I ran out with a cold sound. Chongjue couldn't tell for a moment whether he was desperate to escape from him, or if the Punishment Hall really had something urgent to let him go over without stopping.

Far away, I faintly heard the sound of the cold.

"Ah, Senior Brother Linge, why are you here? Hahaha the birds are all nesting in your head, how long have you been sitting?" Zhuang Lingge said softly: "I'll wait for you to wake up and bring you medicine."

Su Hansheng treats his peers with the kind of cunning that deliberately chokes people without waiting for Chongjue, or cautiously tempting and flattering when admitting cowardice, and speaks smartly and vividly, with unprecedented vigor.

Thank you, brother...... Oh, your horns have grown again.

The sound faded away.

Chongjue returned to the Buddhist hall with an expressionless face, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

The distracting breathing of the cold sound had long since dissipated, and there was a dead silence around him, not even the slightest sound of insects, but he felt even more confused.

…… It was as if a pair of hands were grabbing his heart, using that mass of flesh and blood as a cocooned silk, desperately pulling it around like a cocoon

Drag.

The meditation beads were crushed by him, and when they were moved, they were loose and unfitting. It seems that everywhere is not satisfactory.

Chongjue flicked the hand of the Buddha beads, opened his eyes suddenly, and reached out to the communication instrument placed on the small case in front of him. He found Zou Zhi's spiritual power and passed on the spiritual power.

Zou Zhi didn't know what he was busy with, and he didn't respond for a long time. Chongjue let the Buddha beads slide in the tiger's mouth.

The top of Mount Meru is perennially icy and snowy, and the world-honored one has been in Zen for hundreds of years, like a blink of an eye. But in this small Buddha hall, just two quarters of an hour is like an hourglass stuck in the gravel. The grains of sand fall drop by drop, and the days are like years.

Finally, Zou Zhi replied with a voice.

Chongjue bounced off with a flick of his fingers.

Good manner, why do you care about the Punishment Hall? Zou Zhidao, I went to ask the envoy, the Punishment Hall is nothing important, and the students of the Academy Palace are also very peaceful, you don't have to worry.

Chongjue: ......

Soon Zou Zhi came with another voice: But I asked a lot just now, Xiao Xiao seems to have been absent from class too much, and he was deducted a bunch of points, and this time he has to be called Zun Chang again.

Chongjue plucked the Buddha beads like a hot wheel, and his mood for no reason was faintly dispersed. Also called the elder?