Last night, Chongjue was caught off guard and fainted, which really scared the cold sound enough.

Su Hansheng thought as he ran back to the mountain: "He may still be injured, I just sent him some elixir, and there is no other meaning."

Chongjue had a bone chain for him, and as the "culprit" who caused all this, Su Hansheng felt that he needed to take on the responsibility of taking care of his elders.

Su Hansheng successfully found a step for himself, and walked like flying three steps and made two steps to rush to the Buddha hall.

Fortunately, the enchantment was not opened in the back mountain, and the sound of the cold was successfully entered.

Today, Chongjue should still be chanting sutras and participating in meditation, the carved wooden doors on the side of the Buddha hall are all opened, and a laurel tree is planted by the pond to shade the sky and the sun, and golden flower clusters fall all over the floor.

Behind the screen, the shadow of Chongjue sitting cross-legged can be faintly seen.

Su Hansheng tilted his head. Ordinary Chongjue chanting scriptures are closed to the door of the Buddhist hall, why is it so strange today?

Su Hansheng walked up the stairs suspiciously, saw the door of the Buddha hall wide open, and tried to approach with a dry cough. "Uncle, I'm here to bring you the elixir."

Behind the screen, Chongjue's voice came after a while: "Well, come in."

Su Hansheng was overjoyed in his heart, and quickly took off his shoes and walked inside—just after running a few steps, he was afraid of being heard in the eagerness of his footsteps, so he pretended to slow down his pace calmly, and walked around the screen gracefully.

Chongjue sat cross-legged on the futon as usual and meditated and chanted, his eyebrows were silent and quiet, and the sunlight poured obliquely through the window, falling on him as if he had crossed a layer of Buddha light, which made people dare not blaspheme.

Today he seems to have changed a string of Buddhist beads, and eighteen round demon flower beeswax fell between the slender jade-white five fingers, making a crisp sound between the gentle movements.

Chong Jue's eyebrows were cold, and he had already walked to him, but he didn't bother to open his eyes.

Su Hansheng obediently knelt opposite Chongjue and took out the bottles of elixir in Yulian.

The companion tree that climbed on Su Hansheng's shoulder also stretched out its branches to help him hold the porcelain bottle, and Shu Hansheng stroked it casually to show his reward. The companion tree swayed like a puppy, shaking the dead branches.

Suddenly, Chongjue opened his dark green eyes and looked indifferently at the accompanying tree, and what flashed in those compassionate eyes was actually a complete killing

Meaning.

The whole body of the companion tree stiffened suddenly, as if someone had beaten it with a stick, and it whimpered and hid in the sleeve of the cold sound. Su Han's voice didn't know why, so he didn't care about it, and pretended to be natural: "Chongjue, are you better?" Chongjue said lightly: "Presumptuous."

Su Hansheng has long been accustomed to saying "Chongjue", this person must return to "presumptuous", and continue to say skillfully: "The bone chain on your body can be completely eliminated? The more I thought about it yesterday, the more wrong it became, how much it hurt to penetrate the heart and the inner house, how could it be so easy to go away, you have to tell me a way today, otherwise don't think I'm leaving. ”

Chongjue fiddled with the Buddha beads, his eyes were focused on the sound of the cold, and his pupils seemed to be quietly brewing something. Su Hansheng waited left and right and waited for an answer, so he had to have the courage to look at him: "You talk."

Chongjue said lightly "um" as he wished, and then reached out to slowly untie the belt of the plain robe rack.

His gestures are indescribable casual grace, his slender five fingers untie the snow-white belt little by little under the sunlight, and his movements are obviously scarlet, but no one dares to think about him in a dirty place.

Until.... Chongjue untied the outer robe, lifted his fingers to the left and right at will, and untied the underwear.

The sound of the cold was shocked by the action of this person undressing and undressing, and he was thinking dizzily, "What is this person doing", his eyes crashed into the porcelain-white and well-textured chest, and fell down to the strong waist and abdomen......

Su Hansheng was stunned for a long time, and his eyes suddenly widened. Wait, wait!

Why didn't you say hello and suddenly start undressing?! Didn't you still twist and pinch yesterday and don't let you see it!

Even if Chongjue □ the upper half of his body, his face is still compassionate, like the flower of a kaolin, the bright moon on the top of the mountain, and there is no half desire. He looked at Su Hansheng's red face with a smile, and said lightly: "The bone chain has disappeared." "

Su Hansheng's face was already red to the root of his ears, and he quickly closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to grope for Chongjue's clothes, and stammered: "Look, I see, it's really gone." Hahaha, haha, put it on, don't, don't catch a cold. "

Su Hansheng was so shocked by this scene that he began to talk nonsense. In a hurry, he seemed to hear Chongjue chuckling, and his tone was inexplicably teasing.

The cold sound quietly opened one eye. Chongjue's expression was cold, and he was tying his clothes with his eyes down. - and did not laugh.

Su Hansheng already knew that there was something wrong with his brain, and he thought that he was crazy again and started auditory hallucinations, so he didn't care, and muttered in a low voice: "It's good if it's really gone, and in the future, uncle won't scare me like yesterday." "

Chongjue responded coldly, brushed the small case next to him, and said, "Didn't you say that you were going to copy the Buddhist scriptures, did you bring pen and ink?"

The drunkard did not mean to drink, where would he really want to copy the Buddhist scriptures, at this time, he saw someone to make sure that he was fine, hurry up

Shaking his head: "I didn't bring it."

"Hmm." Chongjue took out a brand-new pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the storage ring,

"Uncle just has it. Su Hansheng: "......" Shu Hansheng laughed dryly: "Uncle...... Really considerate, thank you uncle. ”

Uncle handed him the pen: "Copy it." I couldn't make a cold sound, so I had to have tears in my eyes, holding a pen and copying the Buddhist scriptures of Na Laoshizi.

The young man copied the scriptures, and Chongjue was cooking tea on the side.

The incense thread of the small incense burner poured up, and the Shizun wore a white robe and fell to the ground, and the dark lines of the lotus flowers were like swaying ink lotuses in the sunlight, absorbing blood and quietly blooming.

Shu Hansheng buried his head in copying the book, and did not notice that in the place where he could not see, the departed Shizun was hanging his eyelashes, and his dark eyes were smiling strangely, like a fierce beast staring at his prey.

- There is no compassion and Zen coldness of the World Venerable of Mount Meru.

Obviously he was full of interest and wanted to catch the unbehaving bird and finch back into the golden cage, but because of the painful lesson of being escaped last time, he seemed to be afraid of disturbing him again, so he first sprinkled a handful of millet to bewitch people.

Only with enough patience can he be qualified to catch the prettiest birds.

Shu Hansheng didn't want to waste his time copying scriptures, so he mustered up the courage to quietly raise his head and whispered: "Uncle, I don't understand this Buddhist verse.

In an instant, the covetous eyes that belonged to the evil beast quietly dissipated. Chongjue lowered his eyes indifferently, and lectured for him in a gentle tone.

The cold sound went in and out of the left ear and the right ear, and he still nodded his head in a sudden realization on his face, indicating that his uncle was really powerful and proficient in all Buddhist principles.

Chongjue knew that he didn't understand, so he stopped at the point, and let him continue copying after only saying two sentences.

The tea had just been cooked, and with a grace engraved in his bones, he slowly handed Su Hansheng a cup.

The sound of the cold is like a donkey drinking water, tons and tons of drinks. Chongjue didn't dislike it, and refilled another cup for him.

When Su Hansheng was punished for copying scriptures before, he was depressed and just wanted to scold, but this time he was inexplicably in a good mood, copying a page and taking advantage of the time to turn the book to quietly touch and take a look at Chongjue.

After Le Dian copied it, he knelt on his legs sore, and wanted to straighten his legs under the small case, but his legs were sore, and he kicked on Chongjue's calves uncontrollably.

Chilling Voice:

Su Hansheng shuddered suddenly, and looked at Chongjue with round eyes, lest he be scolded.

Chongjue lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the slender ankles exposed by the cold sound, and his pupils darkened slightly, as if there was some kind of indescribable cold aura brewing.

But he skillfully suppressed his thoughts, but

He didn't say anything and continued to cook his tea. If your legs are sore, just stand for a while.

Su Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that what Chongjue said yesterday is true, it's okay if you don't behave, and you won't even be scolded if you kick over.

Su Hansheng kicked his legs, stretched his legs and feet before retracting them.

He didn't see that Chongjue's hand that moved the Buddha beads under the small case had been so hard that it turned white, as if he was replacing something with Buddha beads, and he crushed the beads with all his might.

The hem of the garment had fallen with a layer of crushed crumbs of beeswax.

Su Hansheng didn't know anything, and continued to copy the scriptures without heart or lungs. Chongjue asked him lightly: Your companion tree...... Were you born with a withered branch?

The cold pen paused. The companion spirit is born lush and green, and it is only after the decades of suffering in the previous life that it has become so languishing and declining, and not half of the green leaves grow.

I don't know. Su Hansheng lied, Maybe when you get old, you're starting to go bald. Chongjue: ...... It's perfunctory.

Chongjue poured him another cup of tea.

The tea should have been more and more energetic, but Su Hansheng didn't know what his physique was, and he drank three cups of tea in a row, but he was drowsy for a moment.

The Buddhist scriptures in front of me seemed to turn into fireflies, flickering and fluttering their wings from the paper and flying up.

Su Hansheng subconsciously grabbed it, but felt that his eyes flickered suddenly. It took him a long time before he realized that he was lying on his back on the ground.

"I ...... I didn't sleep. Shu Hansheng grabbed the pen in a daze, his paw still scratching in the air, "I can copy it again, uncle...... Don't be penalized...... Not.

Without finishing a word, he fell asleep.

Chongjue drank tea slowly, his eyes fell on the cold sound of the four forks, and suddenly laughed deeply. The invisible spiritual power gently lifted Su Hansheng's thin body, and passed over the small case like a feather and slowly fell into Chongjue's broad arms.

Dreaming of Xiao Xiao.

Chongjue's well-defined fingers caressing the sleeping face of Su Hansheng carelessly, the pupils of his eyes flashed a strange snow-white, and even the center of his eyebrows showed a narrow red mark, looking like a powerful ghost from the Yellow Spring of Hell.

Su Hansheng smelled a familiar smell, and subconsciously rubbed it in his palm, not knowing what he dreamed of, vaguely dreaming. Uncle...... Don't leave.

Chongjue made a movement in his hand and chuckled, gently as if he was coaxing a child. "I'm not leaving, I'm not going anywhere."

r / > left without mercy....

It's always you.