Night ship

[-]. Warm noodles

Tao Sheng was surprised, seeing that the monk was drenched, but his mind was still very clear. He wiped the water stains with his hands, and slowly opened his eyes, his brows were cold, like melting snow on a mountain.

Tao Sheng looked a little dull, he didn't believe in the solemnity of Buddhism, but the courtyard where he lived when he was young was leaning against the mountain temple, and he had listened to the bells and drums in the morning and evening for more than ten years.

He heard the voice again now from the monk's eyes.

He was in a trance, and the sprayed water splashed all over him.

Tao Sheng has a calm temper and is not annoyed. He just feels that the river is icy cold. This man must be stupid, so he wants to reach out and touch his forehead—he has been silent, looking at him stupidly. What is wrong with him? ?

Tao Sheng was stunned by the monk's stare, and he stammered, "What are you staring at me for?"

But the monk grabbed Tao Sheng's hand. His body was very cold, but his palm was very hot. The monk was so strong that he couldn't break free. He felt that the palm of his hand was about to burn.

Tao Sheng was thinking badly, this person is not only drowned, but also has the problem of staring at people, I don't know if it can be cured?

——It is undoubtedly this person.

The monk's handsome eyes narrowed slightly, and he came to a conclusion in his heart. Although he had never seen it before, this should be the person he was looking for, but he never thought it was such a little idiot.

Tao Sheng was in pain from being caught by the monk. He really couldn't bear the monk's look at him, which was contemptuous and hot, as if he was not looking at a person but a dish of food, and even subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Uh..." Tao Sheng fell silent, lost in his own thoughts.

The monk suddenly sat up at this time, Tao Sheng staggered and almost fell into the man's arms, fortunately, he caught the monk's robe.

The face suddenly enlarged in front of him, and the monk's eyes were extremely bright, some looked like stars in a cold spring night, and some looked like a lone wolf in the north.

Tao Sheng was a little startled.

The monk finally let go of him, and said without changing his face, "I'm hungry and I want to eat."

Tao Sheng thought it was okay, this man could talk and knew he was hungry, he was not stupid, but he calmed down, when he suddenly noticed that the hand he was holding on to the monk's robe was sticky and dripping with dark red liquid --Blood!Almost stained a large area of ​​□.

Tao Sheng's entire face turned pale, and even his voice trembled. Looking at the monk in front of him in surprise, he said, "Master, you are injured."

The monk looked at Tao Sheng who was making a fuss, and said indifferently, "It's not my blood."

"Several people died on that ship just now. This has nothing to do with us."

"Then what is relevant?"

The monk said lightly, then raised his head, "I'm hungry."

"Oh. It's okay, it's nothing to do with you." Tao Sheng finally felt relieved, without thinking too much, and said, "I'll go get you some food." After saying that, he jumped out of the cabin.

The monk stared at Tao Shengping and his clear eyes, and finally swallowed the last sentence.

— But I killed them all.

These murders are all because of me.

There was nothing to eat during the bitter journey on the water, so the boatman volunteered to go to the town to buy some food, but after a long time, the boatman did not come back, so Tao Sheng used a small stove to simmer a pot of noodles.

So, the two men sat around a stove, waiting for their faces to be cooked.

Tao Sheng felt that this person must be really hungry, otherwise how could he stare at the face intently, he coughed lightly, the monk turned around and continued to look at him, the same way he looked at the face.

Tao Sheng felt a little guilty when he looked at him, "To tell you the truth, master, I have a question, you are... ahem, why do you still jump off the boat?"

The monk said, "Monks are not close to women."

Tao Sheng suddenly realized something by himself, and said with some shame, "So the master must have had some unavoidable difficulties on that boat. Being in the hell of beauty is like a Buddha feeding an eagle with his body. It is very difficult. I even misunderstood Grandmaster."

The monk's mouth twitched, but his face remained unchanged, "The benefactor has good eyesight, so it should be."

The monk remembered what the old bald donkey had told him, and glanced at Tao Sheng, "Are you going to Beijing?"

"Yes." Tao Sheng was surprised, "How do you know?"

The monk searched his stomach for a while, recalling the anecdotes and unofficial histories he had heard during his wanderings, and said, "You are a scholar, do you know Qu Yuan, Yue Fei, Zhuge Liang?"

"Ah? What's the connection?" Tao Sheng was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why such a sentence popped up suddenly.

"They all...died when they were officials." The monk said slowly, "Do you know what I'm talking about?" He thought his method of using reason to persuade Tao Sheng not to go to Beijing was very good.

"Could it be that master is persuading me to become a monk?" Tao Sheng blinked.

"..." The monk was silent.

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