Halfway up Huashan, a small temple with a mottled exterior is located in a dense forest. The temple is dilapidated, and the roof tiles are incomplete. Due to the heavy snow in the past few days, the roof of the small temple is covered with thick snow, and it is faintly about to collapse.

This place is inaccessible, and it is a Buddhist abandoned place that has long been cut off from incense. There is not even a single footprint on the white expanse of snow, which shows the depression of this place.

Han Bushou's long hair was gone, his blue scalp was exposed, and he sat on the ground in the meditation hall with only four walls, and his body was only separated from the cold ground by a thin bamboo mat.

The cold breath kept burrowing from under him, making him shiver from the cold. He beat the wooden fish with hunger, but he couldn't stop his stomach from purring.

The clatter of the wooden fish and the gurgling of the stomach are intertwined, and it is very clear to hear it in this silent mountain field, which makes people laugh a little.

Han Bushou shaved his own ordination and has been a monk here for more than ten days. The temple was empty, not even the scriptures. But this didn't bother him, he was the top student in high school, and he read all the classics in the world, even Buddhist scriptures.

He has dozens of scriptures in his chest, and if he reads out one at random, it is enough to amaze many monks in the ancient temple.

It's a pity that he has read it hundreds of times in this barren mountain and wilderness, but no one can hear it, let alone say a cheer.

After knocking on the 8,764th Muyu today and reciting the Lengyan Sutra for the fourth time, he stopped his mouth weakly and pulled his shoulders down.

The whole person looks like an umbrella after the bamboo bone is broken, as if it will collapse with a little force.

When Han Bushou first came to this abandoned small temple, his chest was full of resentment, and he only thought about becoming a monk and forgetting about Miss Zhang Hui who made him dream, so he didn't bring too much dry food with him. To this day, he has not even half a loaf of bread left on him, and the intense hunger tortures him to the point that it is difficult to calm down.

He thought that as soon as he entered the Buddhist Gate, he would be able to empty the four major bodies, and he could easily give up this stinky skin and put aside the mundane things in the world, but the situation at this time reminded him that it is not easy to escape. As long as he is alive, he can't escape this river and lake, and he can't escape the inner torture.

A mouse quickly ran past him, his throat slid up and down, resisting the urge to break the vows, and whispered, "Amitabha!"

The rat seemed to be startled by his trumpet, and quickly burrowed into the hole in the corner, followed by a squeaky and squeaky sound.

The rat's cry was quite harsh, and it was a bit miserable.

Han Bushou frowned, got up and came to the cave, squatting down to check.

At this moment, I heard a loud noise, and the wall where the rat hole was located suddenly collapsed.

He didn't have time to dodge, and was doused with broken bricks and stone dust.

When he looked up, he saw a scarred woman's slender hand hovering above his head, and in this hand it was the rat that was trying to escape. The rat screamed uncontrollably, and blood was oozing from its mouth.

Han Bushou was taken aback, jumped back, and then saw the face of the owner of this hand clearly, and exclaimed: "Xue Hongmei, it's you, you're not dead!?"

Xue Hongmei looked at him stupidly, giggling. Behind her were two people, Master Cui Baoying and Senior Brother Tang Feng.

Cui Baoying used his hands and feet together, crawling on the ground, with a bridle on his face and a saddle on his back, he looked like no one at all, more like a well-trained mount.

Tang Feng was much haggard than before, and he was wearing a black tight suit, which made him even thinner. This man always clamped his legs tightly together, for fear that a trace of wind would leak through it, and he didn't know what strange disease he was suffering from.

After Xue Hongmei finished laughing, she handed the mouse that had pinched her eyes and had already died violently in front of Han Bushou, "Aren't you hungry, don't you eat?"

Han Bushou was secretly lucky, shook away the dust, and said angrily: "The person who harmed you at the beginning was Yue Shengsi, not me! After so many years, why are you still obsessed and refuse to let me go!?"

He stretched out his hand, and a silver shuttle flew out of his sleeve, trying to knock out the dead rat in Xue Hongmei's hand.

Xue Hongmei raised her hand slightly, and the silver shuttle flew past the back of her hand, nailed into the wall behind her, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the same, you don't hesitate to leave home for a woman, how is it different from me, why do you say that I am obsessed?"

Han Bushou hadn't seen Xue Hongmei since he left the grassland, but he didn't expect that not only did she not die, but her martial arts were so high that she easily dodged the silver shuttle she sent.

He was hungry and weak at this time, even if he drew his sword, he was no match for this woman, and said in a deep voice: "Say, what are you coming to me for?"

"For revenge, I won't let anyone in the world who fails me!" Xue Hongmei's face was hideous, and she pinched and exploded the dead rat in her hand with all her strength, splashing Han Bushou's face with flesh and blood.

"Say, how are you going to retaliate!" Han Bushou didn't bother to wipe the filth off his face, and secretly took two steps back, his right hand clenching the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Even if he died, he didn't want to be insulted by such a madwoman.

Xue Hongmei's body moved like a shadow, and before Han Bushou could react, she stuck to her side, put a hand on Han Bushou's shoulder, and pressed his shoulder well.

She wiped her other hand stained with rat blood and rat flesh on the monk's robe that Han Bushou was wearing, over and over again, and put her mouth to Han Bushou's ear and said softly: "I want you to sleep with me for one night, if you can accompany me to be happy, I am willing to give you a happy death." ”

Han Bushou was made by her, and he didn't dare to move a little. He looked at the bloodstained woman's face in front of him, felt a little nauseated in his heart, and forcibly said: "Xue Hongmei, I don't have you in my heart, why do you want to be amorous?"

Xue Hongmei laughed, "Why do I need you to have me in your heart, as long as I can have your body, I will be very satisfied." To tell you the truth, I've been very happy all these years since I wanted to open it!"

She pinched Han Bushou's acupoint and forced him to sit back on the thin bamboo mat where he had originally chanted. She sat cross-legged opposite Han Bushou, and Cui Baoying and Tang Feng hurriedly followed.

She took out a whip-like thing from her arms, which seemed to be a part of an animal after it had been dried, and knocked it on the wooden fish in front of Han Bushou, and then played with it in her hand, and after a while, she looked up at Han Bushou and smiled: "This thing of your man is really wonderful, I like it very much, I can't bear to put it down!"

Han Bushou's pupils constricted, "Where did you get this thing?"

Xue Hongmei pointed at Tang Feng with the air-dried whip in his hand, "This thing is his, I originally asked him to serve me five times a night, at first he could barely make a difference, but then it became more and more difficult." In a fit of rage, I slipped his thing down, but I didn't expect it to be even better than the original after it dried and hardened!"

She whispered to Tang Feng, "Actually, it's your credit!"

When Tang Feng heard this, his legs clamped even tighter, and he smiled flatteringly: "Wherever and wherever it is, it is the junior sister who has concocted meritorious work, and the villain has honor!"