Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Apart from eating and sleeping, Feng Rugui pestered Jiang Wuqi and told stories for two full days, and he didn't even want to delay taking a bath.

Jiang Wuqi's mouth was dry when he talked straight. In two days, he drank a lot of tea. After telling all the interesting stories, he tried his best to tell his own experience, so dry that even he couldn't bear to listen to it, but Feng Rugui never Disliked him, but leaned obediently in his arms, and said coquettishly: "Wuqi, talk more."

On the morning of the third day, Jiang Wuqi really didn't know what to say, so he told Feng Rugui about the scriptures he had read.

Feng Rugui kissed Jiang Wuqi's side neck, and echoed from time to time. Although he was being contemptuous of Jiang Wuqi, the content of the scriptures that Jiang Wuqi said was recorded in his ears verbatim.

Even if it was an uninteresting scripture, because Jiang Wuqi was telling him, he didn't want to miss it.

He liked the warmth of Jiang Wuqi's voice against his ears, so he lifted it up slightly, put his hands on Jiang Wuqi's ear, and licked it carefully.

"Rugui..." Jiang Wuqi couldn't continue talking about the scriptures, he stared sideways at Feng Rugui, and said apologetically, "Isn't it boring to listen to poor people's lectures?"

Feng Rugui let go of Jiang Wuqi's ears, and said with a smile, "No, it's very interesting."

Jiang Wuqi was full of doubts: "Where is the fun?"

Feng Rugui said without hesitation: "After you explain the content of the scriptures, you will add your own interpretation. From your interpretation, I can get a glimpse of what you are thinking. It is naturally interesting."

Jiang Wuqi originally thought that Feng Rugui was only caring about teasing himself, and what he said didn't catch his ears. Hearing this, he couldn't help sighing: "Except for Master, you are the only one who never thinks poverty is boring."

"But I didn't know that I was the only one who knew the pearl. You said that, but I was a little jealous of your master. I should be the first person who doesn't find you boring." Feng Rugui felt jealous, and then said Relieved, "You will be my property, so I will force myself to put away my jealousy of your master."

Jiang Wuqi said earnestly: "Hasn't Pindao already belonged to you? Ever since you started pampering you unconsciously, Pindao has been owned by you."

"Do you know that you said a love story?" Seeing Jiang Wuqi shaking his head, Feng Rugui added, "It's very sweet."

As far as Jiang Wuqi was concerned, he was just narrating the facts, there was no love talk, but since Feng Rugui regarded this as love talk, it must be love talk.

Jiang Wuqi asked again: "Are you still willing to listen to the lectures of poor Taoists?"

"Yes." Feng Rugui hooked the corners of his lips, "However, you have to kiss me first."

Jiang Wuqi hadn't kissed Feng Rugui's lips yet, but suddenly there was a commotion outside, and everyone shouted, "I've seen a living Bodhisattva."

Feng Rugui raised his head, sucked Jiang Wuqi's lips, and immediately got up to get dressed.

Jiang Wuqi attracted people's attention, instead of wearing Nadro, he changed into a long gown.

After Jiang Wuqi put on his gown, Feng Rugui wanted to open the window to have a look, but was kissed by Jiang Wuqi.

The kiss just now was really hasty, which made Jiang Wuqi not satisfied, so he instinctively walked in front of Feng Rugui, and kissed her.

When the four lips met, the body fluid in Feng Rugui's mouth suddenly flooded, the excitement outside was thousands of miles away from him in an instant, his cochlea was filled with the sound of tsk tsk, and his waist became limp.

After kissing for a while, Jiang Wuqi let go of Feng Rugui, and Feng Rugui pressed his forehead against Jiang Wuqi's left shoulder, adjusting his breath.

Feng Rugui's scorching breath hit Jiang Wuqi's left shoulder unscrupulously, and Jiang Wuqi couldn't help but kiss Feng Rugui again.

After a long while, Feng Rugui finally recovered his breath. He glanced at Jiang Wuqi, and there was some charm in the corners of his eyes and brows, revealing the thoughts he had been steaming not long ago.

He pushed open the window hinge, looked down, and saw a person dressed as a Bodhisattva surrounded by many believers, walking forward with difficulty.

Last night, the blizzard stopped, and now the thick snow has melted a little, but it can still easily cover the knees of adults.

Feng Rugui said with a half-smile, "These people are very pious. I don't know if this living Bodhisattva is worthy of their piousness."

Before Jiang Wuqi could utter a word, Feng Rugui grabbed his wrist.

The two hurried out of the inn. It took only a short time to get from the room to the outside of the inn, but there were obviously many more followers of the Living Bodhisattva.

The Living Bodhisattva is about thirty years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, wearing a faded cassock, but a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

The two mingled among the believers, and saw from a distance the middle-aged woman and the couple they had seen in the lobby yesterday.

After a while, all the believers followed the living Bodhisattva to the lecture hall where the living Bodhisattva used to lecture. They patted off the snow on their legs outside the lecture hall before kneeling on the futon one by one.

Due to the insufficient number of futons, many believers crowded and knelt aside.

As the number of believers increased, the lecture hall was no longer able to accommodate, and latecomers had to face the howling north wind outside the lecture hall.

The Living Bodhisattva passed the believers in the lecture hall, walked outside the lecture hall, and said to the shivering believers: "Don't you wish to come again on the fifteenth of this month? Under such a north wind, you may be infected with the wind and cold. "

This living Bodhisattva will appear to give lectures on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, and he spends the rest of the time practicing hard in the mountains. Those who listen to the lectures only need to offer incense to a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha enshrined in the lecture hall. If you have money, you can ask for the resurrection of the Bodhisattva.

No matter how much the incense money is, even a copper coin is fine. The Living Bodhisattva will never neglect the believers because of the shabby incense money.

Today is the first day of the new year, and there is still nearly half a month before the fifteenth day.

Therefore, all the believers were unwilling to leave, and after being persuaded by the living Bodhisattva for a while, only a few or five believers who were in a hurry remained.

The living Bodhisattva was helpless, so he returned to the lecture hall to give lectures.

What this living Bodhisattva is talking about is the "Dharma Flower Sutra". Compared with Jiang Wuqi, it can be regarded as very interesting and fascinating, but it makes Feng feel drowsy and drowsy.

Jiang Wuqi wondered: "Isn't this living Bodhisattva's lecture much more interesting than the poor way? Why are you tired?"

Feng Rugui squeezed Jiang Wuqi's palm, and replied in a low voice: "The important thing is not how well the scriptures are taught, but the person who lectures the scriptures. I am pleased with you, so everything you say is pleasant to the ear."

The two of them knelt together with the believers beside them, their whispers attracted the attention of the Living Bodhisattva.

The Living Bodhisattva paused his lecture, looked at the two of them, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with what the poor monk said?"

Feng Rugui raised his head and replied: "There is nothing wrong with what the living Bodhisattva said, but my husband and I are stupid and don't understand the true meaning."

The Living Bodhisattva said humbly: "The scriptures are not easy to understand. Although the poor monk is teaching the scriptures, he can't fully understand the true meaning of them."

Feng Rugui continued, "Even a living Bodhisattva can't fully comprehend the true meaning of it. I'm afraid we, mortal wombs, can't even understand the true meaning. It would be a waste of time to teach a living Bodhisattva."

The living Bodhisattva called out "Amitabha Buddha" and plucked the beads, saying: "The Buddha has passed through the common people. It is a great fortune for the poor monk to convey some of the true meaning of the Lord Buddha."

When Feng Rugui saw the living Bodhisattva, he knew that he was not a living Bodhisattva, but an ordinary mortal. He couldn't figure out why he was pretending to be a living Bodhisattva for a while, so he decided not to reveal his identity, and just watched the changes.

Therefore, after hearing the words of the Living Bodhisattva, he imitated the believers around him and put on a devout look, saying: "Please, the Living Bodhisattva, wipe away our ignorance for us, refresh our minds and minds, and cross us over for a while."

The living Bodhisattva dialed another prayer bead before continuing to preach.

Feng Rugui put all his thoughts on rubbing Jiang Wuqi's left hand, so he didn't fall asleep from sleepiness.

Jiang Wuqi was sweet and helpless, he didn't stop him, but let Feng Rugui play tricks on him.

After a full two hours, the sutra will be finished.

Afterwards, the living Bodhisattva entered the inner room. To enter the inner room, the believers kneeling on the futon had to pass the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, which was full of incense. The statue of Shakyamuni Buddha is not visible in the inner room, but the believers have consciously donated incense money before going in the inner room.

Not long after, the first believer who went in came out.

This believer had a sad face and shrunken figure before, but now his face is full of joy and his feet are light, as if he has been completely reborn.

Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi whispered, "The living Bodhisattva is really so powerful?"

Jiang Wuqi was puzzled and said: "The living Bodhisattva is just an ordinary person, and he can completely change his appearance after receiving his advice. I don't know why?"

While the two were talking, the second believer also came out.

This is a young man with a lame left foot. He used to hide his left foot for fear of being discovered by others, but now he is very open.

The third believer is a woman who sells pickles. She holds a baby in her arms. She was worried at first, but now her eyebrows and eyes are stretched.

Feng Rugui smelled the smell of pickled vegetables, and said with a smile, "Wuqi, let's buy some pickled vegetables to eat some other day."

Jiang Wuqi nodded and agreed, he had seen the transformation of these three believers, and initially guessed in his mind that the living Bodhisattva was probably a lotus flower with a bright tongue, which fooled everyone.

After about an hour and a quarter of an hour, it was finally Feng Rugui's and Jiang Wuqi's turn. Walking in front of the Shakyamuni Buddha statue, Jiang Wuqi donated some copper coins, and went into the inner room with Feng Rugui.

Long incense was lit inside, and the white smoke curled up. The living Bodhisattva was cross-legged on the futon, with a solemn treasure appearance.

Seeing the two of them, he asked, "What do you want?"

Feng Rugui made up nonsense: "My husband and I have been in love for many years, but because of common troubles, we can't stay together. What's the reason for this?"

The Living Bodhisattva asked again, "Is it because you are all men?"

Feng Rugui came out in a hurry, not in time to even out his makeup, and not in time to tie up his hair, but he has a very beautiful appearance, and he is wearing a red dress and brocade sandals with baoxiang pattern, so he would not be seen through.

Suddenly being pierced by the Living Bodhisattva, Feng Rugui hid his face and said sadly: "I forced myself to dress up as a woman in order to be with my husband. I hope that I will never stain the eyes of the Living Bodhisattva."

"It doesn't matter." The Living Bodhisattva did not ask Feng Rugui what the mundane matter was, but explained, "If you recognize each other and have the confidence to overcome all difficulties, you must not retreat, and always put the Lord Buddha in your place. In my heart, Lord Buddha will bless your lovers to get married in the end."

Feng Rugui saw that the Living Bodhisattva had nothing else to say, so he thanked the Living Bodhisattva, and went out of the inner room together with Jiang Wuqi.

As soon as the two stepped into the snow, Jiang Wuqi immediately said: "You can dress up whatever you like, no matter what you dress up, Pindao will not change his mind for you."

Feng Rugui couldn't help laughing: "Could it be that you are telling the truth of what I just said?"

Jiang Wuqi said solemnly: "The poor know that you were lying just now, but if one day you get tired of dressing up as women, you can change back to men's clothes without any scruples."

Feng Rugui raised Jiang Wuqi's little finger, and when he exerted force, the two of them shook their hands.

He looked back at the footprints left by himself and Jiang Wuqi, and flirted with Jiang Wuqi again: "I know you like me dressing up as a woman, I also know you like me dressing up as a man, and I know you like me not doing anything , naked before your eyes."