"It's so dark... It's so red..."

There is no Buddha in the side hall, only like a candle fire...

The girl murmured, her empty eyes indulged in all kinds of light at will, she didn't refuse with her eyes, beautiful and bewitching.

I opened the attic window, and a ray of sunlight leaning into the attic window peeked in, and a pear white cloud brocade was held in my arms. It feels warm and soft

And the novelty can't help but make people's hearts ape, but they don't know where to wander it, which can only make the girl in her arms desperate and sad at the moment

The wound slowly washed me away.

I've seen too much sorrow in the world in the mountain temple, and I'm already indifferent...

Those who enter the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha except for those who seek promotion, wealth, marriage, and children to keep them safe, who is not a guest with great compassion?

It's not that I'm in a state of mind, it's that there's a layer of ice called insensitivity on top of the heart lake, hidden by a dense bamboo forest, never

Because of the occasional small stones, there will be ripples in circles.

But compared to her eyes, they are still dwarfed, and the great compassion in her eyes is really as cold as ice.

What about my compassion?

What am I capable of?

I'm not a Buddha...

Maybe she's just miserable, but I can't give her happiness.

I never thought that I would be so upset, and I would only miss the time when I was "hungry" for my teacher's enlightenment.

"It's hot... It's hot..."

There is no bamboo in the side hall, only beads of sweat like dew...

My bamboo forest is used for loneliness, so that I can hear the sound of dew rolling down from the tips of the leaves...

But at this moment, who put a fire in my bamboo forest?

Beads of sweat soaked her clothes, and her narrow back rippled like tears of fire dripping from a burning bamboo forest. Ticking and scorching my hands, my

Heart.

I was dazed, hoping to extinguish it with real tears...

So she is not a pebble, but a meteorite that falls from the night sky wrapped in flames.

There isn't a frozen heart lake that won't be melted by this temperature...

What's more, a few inexplicable plum fragrances in the corner are fanning the flames...

Except for wine and meat, I have never been tempted into a whirlpool of confusion by any kind of taste, unless I have not encountered it.

However, when the taste is so singular that it is close to dry heat, I still question whether it exists.

It has clearly crept into my heart, but it is unbelievably empty, where are the ripples?

Only my hands could feel that her skin was very different from mine, and her back was skinny and skinny

峋.

I think of a cute white cat in the mountain temple, and it's nothing more than that.

We used to rely on each other and give each other the joy of life.

Until one day it staggered, but it still proudly twisted in a straight line, still accurately avoiding all the new bacteria on the ground,

Disappear at the end of the bamboo forest.

I thought it was finding new happiness, but it just wanted to make me happier.

Sometimes... Hatred can also be a kind of happiness and relief.

I hate...

I hate the frozen lake in my heart, when the meteorite wrapped in flames was evaporated, a forest steamed, and the twilight was four.

I felt my anger...

I feel my sadness...

They are blurred between the scorching heat and the severe cold, looking for the most ambiguous meeting point, the name is indifferent, the word is warm...

"It's hot... It's hot..."

The girl is still murmuring...

Suddenly, she pulled open her shirt...

A pair of chests that are different from the monks of the mountain temple stand proudly in front of me, white over the snow outside the window at this moment, and the two red plums are shy and budding

To be released, it is more beautiful than any of the old guy's collections that I peeked at.

I can't resist touching it with my hands, like being bewitched by a witch.

But I was wrong...

In this instant, I was wrong.

Although the white cat is warm and soft, it cannot be as demagogic as a shrine maiden.

What a strange touch is that?

Peck my palms like a bird's tender beak.

It was a tremor that tickled my soul in an instant, and then spread like a plague in my soul...

Amitabha...

I ask the Buddha to forgive me for my arrogance and ignorance, whether this is a scoundrel or not.

I never wanted to degenerate into a prodigal son, nor did I ever think about how a woman would be attracted to a prodigal son and make them happy

Weary.

I just want to touch the strangeness of this moment to eternity, and let the vicissitudes of the sea carve us into a pair of mountains and rocks facing each other, or a pair of each other at the bottom of the sea

Snuggle up to the silent coral, and whoever takes a knife to chop my hands into a pulp, I can't be separated at this moment.

There seems to be a swamp there drowning me...

There seems to be a lot of joy there...

I have never prayed so devoutly, even the ancient Buddha who recites the sutras day and night.

Meditation...

Fictitious...

At this moment, I must be as sacred and peaceful as a piece of Buddha's light...

The girl instinctively approached me, like a pedestrian in the scorching sun who saw a dense forest.

She subconsciously unbuttoned the delicate plum blossom buttons one by one, revealing her snow-white breasts, and she hugged me, like furry on her skin

Trembling slightly in my breath, I was a subtle shift between sadness and happiness between the two of us.

She only accepts all the happiness in my heart, and I only want her to accept my happiness.

I hugged her little by little, touched her sadness little by little, and couldn't extricate myself from the pain of happiness at this moment.

The cold sorrow in the girl's eyes gradually melted, and as soon as it became slightly wet, it rolled down.

My heart became empty in an instant, desperate for something to fill him.

I'm just going to give you my heart and see what kind of world you can make. If you like it, I like it somehow.

Before I could resist, my sanity was pinned to the chopping board, and the dry lake of my heart was like a tumbling dark cloud

There is a narrow gap, and inside is a thunderous flash, maybe at any moment the angry thunder male and electric mother will

Split me to pieces.

I closed my eyes, expecting the terrifying flash of the catastrophe to come, like a hopeless little demon...

For a moment, it was like a year, but the flash of light did not come. Instead, her tears obediently broke into... Pervasive... Silent none

Cease...

Tears fell like spring rain on the dry lake bed, and she really cried like a lake in my heart, rippling in circles again.

There seems to be a fish frolicking at the bottom of the lake, and its tail is fiddling with the lotus root in the silt, expecting it to bloom a few summer lotus...

Buddha... Is it really no sorrow, no joy, no thing, no air?

Is it really my whole life that I have been practicing for nothing?

He must at least know how to have mercy...

He must at least know how to be grateful...

At this moment, my right hand is limp and weak.

At this moment, I felt a wave of vertigo in my left hands, and they had to fall in front of her chest.

However, when my hands were ready to rest in the warmth, the sense of touch there was instantly different, like a cold field

Thorny thorns.

I could no longer find my hands with my sanity, they seemed to be cut off by guilt, selfishly by a box called Spasmodics

Collection...

She woke up, looking at me with beautiful eyes, innocent and confused.

"Little Master, it's... Did you save me?"

"No... It's not..."

"Then why did the little master put his hand in my ...... Chest?"

"I..."

"It's okay, at least... My heart doesn't hurt anymore. ”

“......”

"Little Master, don't take your hands away, okay, because my heart wants to be close to you..."

She lifted a hand and stroked my head, a smile on her lips and a doting and grateful expression.

The whole world was silent, but the side hall was small, and there was no loneliness in the corners...

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, breaking the silence of a world at this moment...

The monks were still surrounded by Yifo, but there was an extra sword with an extremely anxious expression.

My hands may be more anxious at the moment than the sword rags, but they are still faint and embarrassed.

"Senior Brother Yixin, what are you doing?"

"Amitabha, men and women can't give it clearly..."

"Senior brother, you can't do it, take your hand away, or I'll call the law enforcement senior brother of the Martial Buddha Hall." ”

All the monks were shouting, but no one stepped forward to stop them, watching all this in a dull and ignorant manner.

Only Yi Buddha did not speak, and the golden magic lun on his head was still rising, as if he wanted to see through the answer that he couldn't see.

Frozen there, the sword ragged clothes came back to his senses, and his eyes were instantly blood-red, and the flaws were cracking.

"Demon monk, take your life!"

"Teacher, stop!"

The girl shouted the sword in time, but a chill still slashed from the top of my head to my heels, and this time I really fell to the ground with a weak leg.

"Young master!"

Jian Ruiyi knelt on his knees, his tone was resentful and aggrieved, and his expression was murderous.

"It's me who is so cold, let... Let the little master fetch it for me... It's just heating. ”

The girl reluctantly fastened the plum blossom button, and her voice stammered and was intermittent. But when he looked at the left hand of the sword ragged, his eyes were instantaneous

And the pear blossoms bring rain.

"Teacher, your hand..."

"The young master doesn't need to worry, the old slave's right hand is still there, he can hold the wine cup, and he can afford to play the sword!"

"You're all right, it's more important to the old slave than anything else!

Jian Ragged Yi smiled, tearing open the wrinkles, loving and stupid, this expression is unimaginable to appear in the murderous face just now

of the face.

The girl's eyes were red from crying, and she was in a hurry, and her breath was already out of breath.

Seeing this, the Buddha recited the Buddhist scriptures aloud, and a circle of glazed flame text slowly magnified from the golden magic on the forehead, in every corner of the girl's body

Fall and cleanse until the girl falls into a deep sleep.

"She's not sick, she's just asleep..."

Yifo spoke softly, as if he was afraid of alarming the girl. But suddenly he turned his head and looked at me deeply, his eyes narrowing...