Hibiscus Moon

The Red Face Inn by the Qinhuai River is famous far and wide. The reason for its fame is not how good the rooms are, how exquisite the food and drinks are, but because every customer who stays is served attentively by a beautiful young woman.

How caring can this caring be?

That is, you can be as caring as you want. In this land of Qinhuai where romance is prevalent, wherever you go is not romantic, where you are not beautiful.

Today in the lobby of the inn appeared a monk with a clear face and gentle eyebrows. He was decorated with straw sandals and Buddhist beads. Because of the gentle and compassionate eyes on his peaceful and bodhi face, it was impossible to tell his age.

The monk looked around, then looked at the celadon bowl in his hand, with the same compassion in his eyes, he whispered a Buddha's name, and sat down in an inconspicuous place.

There are still many curious eyes looking over, this place of fireworks and moonlight is the most filthy and filthy place, Buddhists don't even want to dirty their mouths, how could they set foot there?

However, the monk clasped his hands together calmly, with a peaceful face.

Maybe it was an expert who happened to pass by and stayed overnight. Seeing that he was unmoved by sensuality, unstained by dust and smoke, and chanted Buddha in a low voice, it seemed that the noisy lobby had become quiet, so what if he was in a dirty place, as long as his heart , where is not the pure land.

All the living beings who came and went looked curiously at the monk who set foot on the fireworks field.

The waiter ran over immediately after entertaining a table of guests, and asked politely, "Master, what do you want to eat?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk came here for alms, and the benefactor only needs to give me some fast food."

I have seen many guests of all kinds in this waiting hall, and I didn't ask him why he came to the fireworks field for alms, let alone why the fine porcelain bowl he begged for was the unique blue and white butterfly pattern of Qinhuai.

He still responded generously: "Okay, master, please wait a little later, and the vegetarian meal will be here soon." The inn has a lot of income every day, and he will not begrudge a bowl of vegetarian food.

The monk bowed his head and chanted scriptures silently, until a vegetarian dish, a bowl of clear soup and a bowl of rice were brought to the table. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a plump and upturned breast wrapped in a narrow-sleeved dress, and then a delicate chin, plump and plump. Smiling face of beautiful woman.

Like that morning flower, suddenly blooming.

"This female benefactor has beautiful bones, beautiful eyes and bright eyes, and she has a noble life."

After Bu Yue went downstairs quickly, she saw a few young women circling around a monk, and the monk was full of compassion, and his face was the most serious. The skin that seemed to be nothing, said in his mouth: "Amitabha, female benefactor, please come closer..."

Buyue sat opposite him with a smile: "Monk Hua, you don't rest for a while, be careful|everyone dies, how can you explain this to your Buddha?"

Several women came to hear the reputation, only to see that face, with a smile on their brows and eyes, which surpassed countless people in the world of mortals, and they couldn't help but blush.

The woman who was held by the monk slowly pulled out, angrily said: "Master, how are you..."

The monk chanted "Amitabha Buddha" again, but he pinched the back of the woman's hand lightly. The woman smiled, but looked at Buyue, with spring water rippling in her eyes, she turned around and walked away in a charming manner.

Buyue raised her eyebrows and smiled at the others, the young man's unrestrained and unrestrained, full of romance, is even more charming and unparalleled in handsomeness.It seems that you can hear the sound of some hearts beating wildly.

"Beauty, I'll look for you later." He said softly, his tone was ambiguous, and he was the most coquettish look.

Several women reluctantly left, looking back and peeking, the man was still a beautiful young man, his complexion was brighter than a crescent moon, brighter than a peach blossom, as if the light of the entire inn had fallen on him, the world of mortals was so graceful, he was so beautiful .

The monk watched all the girls leave, and then paid attention to the person who stole his limelight.

"It's so early, Moon Benefactor."

"You came earlier than Monk Hua."

Why the other party appeared here, none of them expressed any surprise.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and the demeanor of the benefactor of the month is even better than before."

"It's not as good as your ability to hook up with a female benefactor."

Buyue picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, then suddenly lowered her voice, "Monk Dead Flower, I've known you for so long, I don't know you're missing!"

The missing monk said: "Amitabha, you have never asked Moon Benefactor."

"Can't you declare your Dharma name? It's strange to say that there are old monks of the 'Guang' generation and 'Zhi' generation in your monk temple, and young monks of the 'Qing' generation. Why do you call this? Such a strange name?"

Bu Budao: "Speaking of which, the benefactor of the month didn't tell the poor monk that you are Buyue."

Buyue was stunned: "You knew my identity a long time ago!"

"Amitabha."

"You didn't want to kill me?" This is what Bu Yue was most surprised about. Whoever is known as the right way of martial arts didn't shout to kill him when he saw him. Xia Yunfeng is a typical representative of them.

"Amitabha, the identity and name are all dust, and the poor monk and the donor are just people who have met through drinking."

Well, this monk who drinks and eats meat and visits flower houses is indeed not very righteous.

Buyue let go of her heart, looked left and right, got closer, and almost whispered in his ear: "I have something to tell you, you go upstairs with me."

Seeing that he leaned back a little, put his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk can't."

"If there is anything you can't do, you can do it once you enter the room."

Buyue pulled him a bit, but insisted on putting his hands together, bowing his head and reciting the Buddha's name, Buyue became impatient, grabbed his hand and went up the stairs.

"You Monk Hua, now you're pretending to be innocent again, let's see how I deal with you!"

The two of them struggled upstairs, and when the door was closed, there was silence downstairs...

Everyone sitting in the lobby witnessed the scene just now, and their jaws almost didn't drop—the lustful monk Hua, the beautiful young man who doesn't love women, but he is very intimate with a monk, and he wants to go upstairs after a few words. Ken, but was forcibly pulled into the room by the beautiful boy...

Fireworks are romantic, it really is... broken sleeves are romantic, and monks are also romantic!

Still so blatantly romantic.

Some people shook their heads, some snickered, and some were not surprised. Just as everyone let go of their thoughts, they suddenly heard a loud cry from upstairs. It was the monk's voice just now, so everyone's eyes fell on the door again. , Waited for a long time, but there was no more sound.

Alas, poor monk...the ass must have blossomed.

In the guest room, Bu Yue smiled and said: "Monk Hua, they are all men, what are you doing so cruelly?"

But with his back turned to him, he chanted "Amitabha" several times in a row, but his voice was still calm: "What does Moon Benefactor mean? The poor monk is a monk, and he is not close to masculinity."

Buyue said kindly: "Monk Hua is indeed Monk Hua. I'm not interested in men, especially men without hair. Turn around and I'll show you something."

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This weekend, get up early in the morning and have a shot first!