Hibiscus Moon

Nampo doesn't understand.

Ying Tianchang said grimly: "You still like me, you have always been mine!"

Nanpu didn't speak.

Looking at the expressionless face, Ying Tianchang felt that his body and heart were about to be torn into tens of thousands of pieces, and he sealed his light-colored lips suddenly, tossing and biting, wishing to swallow this man up. eat into the stomach.

Soon Nanpu tasted the smell of blood, this biting kiss was too domineering and cruel.

He finally knew what this man was going to do, he began to struggle fiercely, Ying Tianchang shook his hands and fixed his hands on top of his head, his eyes were even more fierce and frightening.

Nan Pu said: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Ying Tianchang panted heavily, and said viciously: "Even if you are heartless and ruthless, I still want your body, which is mine from inside to outside!"

"What's the point?"

"Why is it not interesting?"

Ying Tianchang suddenly poked into his secret acupuncture point with one hand, saw his brows furrowed, and said with a wry smile: "At least you can still show pain, and you are still a flesh and blood person!"

He quickly expanded his hand a few times, and rushed himself into Nan Pu's body impatiently. At that moment, he felt that the world was boundless, and he could only hear his frantic heartbeat and desperate breathing. The ground was empty, he hugged this man, but he could no longer grasp his heart.

That night was crazy and intense. However, apart from the initial pain, Nan Pu remained calm, watching with cold eyes, as if this body was not his.

In the lonely night, Ying Tianchang felt that the night was extremely long, he hugged the man in his arms tightly, wishing he could grow old forever, without seeing day and night, regardless of time.

When he opened his eyes the next day, Nan Pu was already fully dressed, sitting next to him, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes, without the slightest brilliance.

He said: "I don't understand. Since you hate me so much, why don't you let me go? You changed the way of humiliating me, but I don't feel the pain anymore. Why don't you let me go? Humiliation of me will let you go that happy?"

Ying Tianchang sat up slowly, his long messy hair fell on his naked and strong chest, his eyes were blue like never before, seemed to have a blurred purple light, there was a bolt of electricity in it, I don't know what kind of turbulent emotions it contained , he opened his mouth, his lips trembled, but he didn't speak.

Nanpu said: "The landlord please spare the subordinates."

The bolt of electricity finally dissipated and turned into a thunderbolt and gust of wind. Ying Tianchang grabbed Nanpu's collar violently, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let you go! You were born as a member of my Xiangsilou, and you died as a Xiangsilou." hell!"

Nanpu said: "This subordinate doesn't believe me."

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand abruptly, and the silver light flashed, slashing towards his throat.

Ying Tianchang's blue eyes trembled suddenly, his fingers snapped, and the air twisted for a moment at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

The dagger fell to the ground and turned into a piece of deformed scrap iron.

Immediately, he grabbed Nanpu's shoulders and touched several big acupuncture points on his body. Finally, with the power of his palm, he pushed lightly at his dantian. Nanpu was pushed down by a strong force, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"It's not that easy for you to want to die!" Ying Tianchang's voice trembled slightly, his voice was hoarse and deep, suppressing the raging anger, he looked at Nanpu's neither sad nor happy face, and suddenly chuckled a few times, somewhat Sad and cruel, "Without martial arts, I'll see how you die!"

Nan Pu got up slowly, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth: "The landlord wants his subordinates to die, so the subordinates can die."

"As long as you know!"

Ying Tianchang's chest heaved violently, he suppressed too many things, but he couldn't say anything he wanted to say, as if this was not a complete failure.

Then rot in my heart, this regret that will never see the light!

He teamed up with Xia Yunfeng to find these two scourges. Xia Yunfeng was going to Nanhua Temple, and Ying Tianchang also took Nanpu to Nanhua Temple, but they had nothing to say along the way.

Ying Tianchang watched Buyue chattering and jumping up and down, wishing he could fly into the sky, and also watched Xia Yunfeng control everywhere, the two of them were fighting wits and courage, it was very interesting.

They are two people who are clearly different in good and evil, but they can get along so intimately. The love in Xia Yunfeng's eyes can't be hidden. As long as Buyue smiles, his eyes will soften into puddles of water. When Buyue gets angry, his heart will be happy. Blooming, even if Buyue is afraid of him avoiding him, scolding him and cursing him, the laughter and cursing are blooming in this man's eyes.

Ying Tianchang looked at them and often thought that even if they fell in love and killed each other, it would be better than being unable to touch a heart like him.

No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.

There is nothing, where can the dust be.

All kinds of obsessions and reasons in the world are all illusory, heartless, and worry-free.

The eminent monks of Nanhua Temple discussed the Dharma under the bodhi tree, and Nanpu was in a daze at this verse in the meditation room.

That step month made the whole Nanhua Temple go crazy overnight, Ying Tianchang thus penetrated a secret that was hidden in Nanhua Temple more than ten years ago, he was used to seeing people's changing hearts, so he was not surprised.

When I returned to the temple, the bells of Nanhua Temple came to mind, thick and far-reaching, accompanied by faint Sanskrit singing, this battle really meant that someone was going to be ordained or become a monk.

But he didn't care about these things. After returning to the meditation room, he didn't see Nanpu. Ying Tianchang's heart was suddenly empty, and he ran out quickly, grabbed a young monk and asked, "Where are the people in the room?"

The little novice opened a pair of innocent eyes, pointed at the Buddhist hall and said, "He...he wants to..."

Ying Tianchang walked away, his figure changed a few times and then disappeared, leaving the little novice rubbing his eyes thinking it was an illusion.

In the Buddhist hall, monks beat wooden fish and sang Buddhist scriptures. The fragrance of Buddha was long and lingering, like a dream that has passed through the years. Nanpu was wearing a monk's robe and his long hair was loose, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue. Master Wuchen was cleaning his razor.

"Nampo!"

This roar passing through the hall broke all the Sanskrit singing and the sound of wooden fish, and everyone followed the sound, but after a while, an afterimage entered the hall like lightning, layers of gray shadows, almost at an impossible speed for human beings.

"You want to become a monk! What qualifications do you have?" Ying Tianchang grabbed Nanpu and yelled viciously. The veins on his forehead and neck were protruding, his canthus was tearing apart, his eyes were red, and he looked like a ghost.

Nan Pu looked directly into his eyes and said quietly: "I am heartless and ruthless. My six faculties are pure. I am most suitable for becoming a monk and will not stir up dust."

"Don't even think about it! You are heartless and ruthless, I want to get your heart back! Make you never leave me again!"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Nan Pu asked.

Ying Tianchang said solemnly: "I want your heart, the heart you lost."

"This is impossible."

"How is it impossible?"

Ying Tianchang suddenly looked at Master Wuchen: "I would like to exchange the precious red relic from Xiangsilou for a bottle of Qianlilu from your temple."

"Qianlilu?"

Wuchen's crooning was accompanied by the doubts of the novice monks looking at each other. This is the most precious secret that only the abbot of Nanhua Temple knows. He never expected that Ying Tianchang would also know it. In this world, there really is no secret that Xiangsilou does not know.

Ying Tianchang said: "Qianlilu is just a bottle of potion, it is of no great use in your temple, but the Buddha's red relic is a treasure of Buddhism, would Master Wuchen want to change it?"

Wuchen said: "Since the landlord said it was open, I will get straight to the point. The red relic is my Buddha's most precious treasure, and I am naturally willing to exchange it. It's just that Qianlilu can't be used as medicine alone. It's just a medicine guide, and it needs to be supplemented The tears of the merman in the South China Sea, the merman is just a legend..."

Ying Tianchang took out a sandalwood box from his bosom, opened it with one hand, and immediately filled the room with red light, and a strong sense of Buddha emanated from the box, its peaceful and peaceful meaning can heal all resentment and heartache.

"This... is really a red relic!" Wu Chen fixed his eyes on the box, his face full of excitement.

Ying Tianchang closed the box, and said: "Since the master is willing, why don't you go get Qianlilu now, I, Xiangsilou, always keep my word."

Wuchen called the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, please wait here for a moment at the request of the landlord."

At that moment, Wu Chen was gone for a long time, Nan Pu's arm was held tightly by Ying Tianchang, he resisted not saying anything, Ying Tianchang held on to him, and looked coldly at his pale face, dead eyes, and even more so. Feel the apex pain unbearably.

The wooden fish singing in the ear rose slowly again. On the hall where the fragrance of the Buddha was wafting, the Buddha sat high, his eyes slightly closed, and his face was full of compassion.

When Wuchen took Qianlilu, Wuxin, Wuwang, and Wudeng were followed by three masters of Buddhism, guarding the small white jade bottle with extreme vigilance.

Ying Tianchang threw the sandalwood box to Master Wudeng, and Wudeng opened the box in front of everyone, and the faint red light radiated, as if washing the soul of the person once.

The Sanskrit singing in the Buddha Hall suddenly became louder, and all the monks knelt on their knees, worshiping this Buddhist treasure relic very devoutly, and some even shed tears.

Ying Tianchang's voice broke through the strong Buddhist meaning coldly: "Master Wuchen must keep his promise."

"Should the landlord be willing to exchange Buddhist treasures, this old monk must not break his promise."

Wuchen handed the white jade bottle in his hand to Ying Tianchang.

Ying Tianchang's outstretched hand shook uncontrollably a few times.

In front of everyone, he took out another box from his arms. In the center of the box lay a moist and transparent bead. There is a moist atmosphere in the middle, as if there is a sea breeze caressing the cheeks.

"Could it be that this is the legendary shark's tears?" Master Wudeng exclaimed with eyes full of eyes.

Ying Tianchang didn't answer, he put the beads into Qianlilu's white jade bottle, and the white jade bottle gradually turned into a clear blue, reflecting the liquid inside, which was also a faint blue.

Everyone looked at this scene and was too shocked to speak.

Ying Tianchang pinched Nan Pu's chin, pointed the bottle at his mouth: "Drink it, and I will get your heart back."

The author has something to say:

There is still no manuscript saved, for the sake of traveling, I worked overtime to the point where I was blinded by a certain Linglong, woo woo woo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~