The Buddha hall is so big, and Zou is still next to it.

Chongjue didn't expect Su Hansheng to be so bold, and was about to throw his feet aside, when he saw Su Hansheng stretching out his paws and shaking it with a smile, it was Chongjue who carved the rune.

Chongjue: "

Although Zou Zhi noticed the movement under the table, he didn't think much about it, he only felt that it was the child who knelt and sat with his legs numb before stretching his legs and feet, and inadvertently bumped into Shizun, and he continued to talk about business.

"Shizun doesn't know when I will see you again this time in Mount Meru, you haven't passed the calamity, will you still return to the Taoist Palace after you leave the customs?"

Chongjue asked himself not to focus on his calves as much as possible, and said lightly: "Well, Xiao Xiao should be about to win the crown at that time."

Zou Zhi smiled: "The child grows up so fast, I always feel that Xiao Xiao was still babbling yesterday, but I didn't expect to be an adult in a few years."

Seeing that Chongjue was still in retreat, the pretending flirtatious foot couldn't help but kick his knee hard, and the arch of his foot collapsed.

Chongjue was unmoved, and said coldly: "Yes, I wasn't knee-high when I was young." Now they dare to kick him in the knee.

After kicking the cold sound, he realized that he was "flirting and seducing", and hurriedly withdrew his legs, and looked at Chongjue pitifully: "Does uncle really want to retreat?" If you leave the Wendao Academy, in case I am bullied......"

Before Chongjue could speak, Zou Zhi said considerately: "Xiao Xiao, don't be afraid, if you are really bullied, just come to me, I will administer justice for you."

Crying Voice: '

Su Hansheng could only laugh dryly: "Deputy Commander...... People are so nice, thank you. Zou Zhi estimated the hour and said softly: "Xiao Xiao came to find the World Venerable today, but what is the urgency?" If there is no urgency, hurry back and save your innocence.

"Uh-oh." Su Hansheng had already found a way to say, "I have a hole in the fasting house of Luowuzhai, and I can't live for the time being, so I want to spend the night in the fasting house in the backyard of my uncle's Buddhist hall."

As he spoke, his toes hooked towards Chongjue's calves again, and he said with a smile: "Uncle won't drive me away, right?" Chongjue glanced at him.

Zou Zhi thought about it seriously: "Luowu Zhai is a freshly repaired fasting house, how can a good one have a hole, I ordered someone to take a look."

Su Hansheng hurriedly stopped: "It's just a small hole, it's not a big deal, but I can't see the light in my body, so I can only sleep at my uncle's place for one night."

He said it purely for granted

played Tai Chi, but Zou Zhi was defenseless against his "wolf ambition" and didn't think much about it. "Well, okay, let's talk about it tomorrow." Chongjue rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

Since Su Hansheng wanted to live here, Zou Zhi couldn't stay here overnight even if he obstructed it, so he had to get up and say goodbye. Before leaving, he glanced at Chongjue helplessly, sighed before leaving the Buddhist hall.

Chongjue watched him leave, and after retracting his gaze, Su Hansheng had already straightened his legs, and the little secret seduction directly turned into a bright and honest one, and his feet kicked directly onto Chongjue's knees.

Chongjue said lightly: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

The smile on Su Hansheng's face froze, a little incredulous.

He had to push his feet on Chongjue's waist, and in his previous life, he had already held his ankle and dragged people over, but now he was completely unmoved, and he didn't even react at all.

Do you have to be more explicit?

Su Hansheng frowned, and his feet unconsciously probed upward. At this time, Chongjue finally reacted, and he really buckled the restless feet of Su Hansheng.

Su Hansheng was still snickering, and when he saw Chongjue put down his feet with his eyes down, he said coldly: "What do you want to do?" More sticky than usual, the move is even more bold and profligate, and I also go all the way to buy a cup of cold tea that doesn't taste very good. How to look at how abnormal.

Su Hansheng said unhappily: "I'm coaxing you to be happy." Chongjue nodded and said, "...... So kick your foot on me?" Su Hansheng: "......" That's called flirting! Buddha Xiu really didn't understand the amorous feelings.

Su Han choked for a while, lowered his eyes and inadvertently glanced at the Buddha beads on his neck, and quickly took them down: "This is the string of green jade Buddha beads that I selected thousands of times in the ink fetus Zhai, do you like it?"

In other years, the ink tire Zhai in Nianfang City will naturally not be cheated, and the cold sound will be the most expensive in the whole Zhai, and the Buddha beads are naturally of high quality, faintly with the light of the bright moon.

It is indeed a rare magic weapon.

Chongjue stretched out his hand and was about to take it, but Su Hansheng's slender fingers touched the back of his hand again, and said with a smile: "I'll help my uncle put it on." Chongjue was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse.

The difference between the two figures is large, and the size of the hands is clearly different.

Su Hansheng has never practiced swords, and he has never done heavy work, his beautiful fingers are slender and slender, and one hand supports Chongjue's hand that is larger than him, and by helping him wear a string of Buddhist beads, his fingertips are warm on the back of his hand without a trace. Rubbing it out of the ground.

Chongjue frowned slightly.

There was a tingling sensation from the place where the back of the hand was touched, and it spread directly along the arm and all over the limbs

The wreckage, Zhihai was inexplicably agitated, almost making him uncontrollably shake off the claws of the cold sound.

Su Hansheng vaguely glimpsed Chongjue's fingers curled up unconsciously, and suddenly snickered with joy, his hand slowly stroked forward, and gently swiped the inside of his wrist.

Chongjue retracted his hand abruptly and said coldly, "I'll do it myself."

Shu Hansheng took it when he saw it, squinted his eyes and smiled obediently: "Okay."

Stringing the long Buddha beads around his wrist a few times, Chongjue silently recited a few Buddhist scriptures to stabilize his mood, closed his eyes slightly, and gave an order to expel guests. "It's getting late, go to sleep."

I thought that Su Hansheng would be entangled again, but he seemed to have nothing to do, and got up directly to say goodbye, very obedient. As soon as Su Hansheng walked away so neatly, Chongjue was stunned.

Isn't that a demon?

Chongjue waited patiently, and Su Hansheng did go to the backyard to prepare for sleep, and he didn't plan to continue tossing him.

For a while, I couldn't say what it was like in my heart, Chongjue lowered his eyes and looked at the Buddha beads on his wrist, and his fingertips gently rubbed on the warm jade

The numbness seemed to make a comeback, stretching down his fingers to his heart.

Chongjue closed his eyes slightly and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

He was just tempting for the restraint rune, and he lost his temper because he was going to retreat, so his behavior was particularly strange today.

It's just a half-grown child. Once the fire is extinguished, it will attract attention from other new people or things.

As far as the sound of the cold is concerned, the immortal thousand-year-old Mount Meru Shizun is just a passerby.

Even if he takes 10,000 steps back, he really has other feelings in his heart, but as long as he doesn't see each other for a few years, he can't even remember who he is when they meet again.

The world of flowers, the noisy world.

That's how it should be.

Thinking of this, Chongjue flicked the hand of the Buddha beads, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction of the backyard without words.

Su Hansheng unceremoniously went to the hot spring in the backyard of the Shizun again, submerged naked in the water, and said to the void: "Uncle, come and bathe together, I know you're watching."

Chongjue: ......

Chongjue suddenly felt a headache.

The cold voice was still shouting: Uncle, on such a hot day, don't you bathe at night? I remember that you were sick and didn't bathe...... Belch.

Chongjue should be angry even if he is a saint, he coldly transmitted his voice: "Do you want me to send you back to Wuzhai?"

If he wanted to put aside the usual cold voice, he would have been cowardly for a long time, but he didn't know what bear-hearted leopard gall he ate this time: "Okay, okay, you can send me back, let the sun kill me early tomorrow morning, anyway, I am also the bloodline of the Fuer clan, and Tiandao has long wanted me to die."

Chongjue: You......

Chongjue wanted to calm down, fiddling with the Buddha beads, and almost coiled the newly arrived Buddha beads to the point that they were almost sparkling, but when he thought about it, the beads were also sent by the cold sound, and he was even more uncomfortable.

Even if the divine consciousness of the Mahayana period is converging, it will be released for dozens of miles, not to mention that the Buddhist hall and the backyard are only a few steps away, not far apart.

Even if you close your eyes and don't want to look, your mind can feel the sound of a chill bouncing in the hot spring in the backyard.

Su Hansheng was still subconsciously afraid of water, so he could only sit on the warm stone in the shallow, his black hair swaying down, faintly floating in the water, covered by the water mist, like seaweed moving with the current.

He hummed an unknown song, Lianli's face was slightly flushed with hot water, and the mist condensed on his eyelashes blinked slightly, like a tear falling to the surface of the water, waving a circle of faint ripples.

The ripples spread suddenly, crashing into the Chongjue Zhihai.

Chongjue moved the Buddha beads faster, and his face became heavier and heavier, but his divine sense could not be completely constricted, and he was forced to have no choice but to move his spiritual power.

The whole person was not in the fog, and he stayed for a while before he said sullenly: I don't understand the amorous feelings.

The cold sound stopped, and after bathing, he picked up his robe and wrapped it around the body that was still dripping, and went back to the mountain house to sleep unhappily.

Buddha cultivation is really not in oil and salt.

Su Hansheng doubted that even if he really showed his love to Chongjue, eighty percent would have to be treated as childish nonsense. Good thoughts are colorless. Desire, colored. Desire is evil thoughts.

The cold voice hung his head and went to sleep in the backyard dormitory. It's good to fight again tomorrow. I still have to go to the second senior sister to learn from the experience.

In the huge Buddha hall, Chongjue closed his eyes tightly, and the Buddha beads in his hand were almost crushed, but he used his last self-control to know that this was sent by Su Hansheng, so he did not pinch it into powder.

Obviously, Su Hansheng was dressed neatly, lying on the couch and falling asleep, but Chongjue's mood was even more agitated than Fang Cai. It seems that the ripples caused by the drop of water just now did not dissipate in circles, but instead set off stormy waves in the sea of knowledge, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Chongjue closed his eyes, and a little bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. Squatting in the corner of the sea and spitting for a long time, the evil thoughts of good thoughts saw this scene through the layers of enchantments, raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to have figured out something.

The palace family is a phoenix who knows the cold sound

The phoenix bones and the good thoughts that brought such a killing disaster didn't want to kill, but now that his divine consciousness fell on the cold sound of sleeping on his back and sleeping in disarray, he couldn't suppress it, and evil thoughts continued to arise in his heart.

…… But before it could take shape, it was snuffed out by his own hands.

Perhaps the good mind does not know that what is moving is desire. Hope, greed, he only knows that that feeling is contrary to good thoughts, it does not belong to him, it needs to be suppressed and controlled.

Evil thought raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled. Hue. Lust is also considered evil. He seemed to know how to merge his good thoughts with himself.

Chongjue sat in the Buddha hall and forced himself to participate in Zen and enlightenment, but his thin lips were lightly opened, and no matter how many Buddhist scriptures he recited, he didn't go to his heart.

This is Chongjue's first unprecedented realization. … The Buddha's mind was in turmoil.

Is this his calamity?

Chongjue squeezed the Buddha beads hard, his brows furrowed tightly, and the beads of sweat on the side of his face condensed and slowly slipped down. Suddenly, a strange memory flashed through the sea of knowledge. - and does not belong to his memory.

In the dark forbidden hall, countless lotus lamps floated around, faintly illuminating the two people in the bed curtain.

The bed was messy, the long black hair was scattered on the brocade quilt, and someone seemed to be gasping for breath in his ear, and a hand suddenly reached out from the side, clinging to his shoulder.

Chongjue lowered his eyes, and his pupils suddenly dilated to full pupils.

The eyelashes of the person below him blinked slightly, and a tear fell down the tail of his eye, submerging into the black hair, and the beautiful young man was lying in the mess, his neck was full of bloody tooth marks.

The soft hand was on his broad shoulder, and his lips were red as blood.

Chongjue's whole body stiffened, and he listened to him shouting in a daze.

Chongjue

Chongjue opened his eyes suddenly, and for a moment, the pupils of Mo Qing's eyes seemed to be obscured, and the strange snow color flashed. What was that memory?

The man......

Is it the sound of the cold?