Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Before Jiang Wuqi could respond, Feng Rugui hurriedly said: "I just said something wrong, Wuqi, don't take offense."

Jiang Wuqi's ears were warmed by what he said just now, and Feng Rugui's naked state appeared in his mind. He silently recited the Concentration and Peace of Mind formula to suppress the reverie in his heart. But Feng Rugui smiled narrowly and said, "What you like most should be me lying naked under you, not in front of you."

The formula of concentration and concentration lost its effect at the flick of a finger, so Jiang Wuqi said helplessly: "You are at home, don't do this."

Feng Rugui said arrogantly: "I want to do this, what can you do to me?"

"Pindao can't do anything to you, and Pindao can't bear to do anything to you, but you..." Jiang Wuqi didn't know how to respond, so he simply remained silent.

Seeing this, although Feng Rugui was not afraid that he really offended Jiang Wuqi, because he knew that Jiang Wuqi would not be angry with him, he still pretended to be bullied, and apologized pitifully: "I know I was wrong."

Jiang Wuqi rubbed Feng Rugui's forehead hair, and said with a smile: "Pindao is not angry, Pandao is just clumsy in speech."

Feng Rugui coquettishly said: "Then how about we go eat pickles?"

Jiang Wuqi nodded and said, "Then let's go eat pickles."

The two intertwined their fingers and walked towards the market step by step.

Feng Rugui was afraid of the cold, the snow up to his knees made him feel cold all over his body, when he came to the lecture hall, he could barely bear it, but after walking out of the lecture hall, he was a little bit unbearable He stopped, trembling uncontrollably.

As soon as Jiang Wuqi felt the chill coming from the clasped fingers, he lowered his body and said softly: "Come up, I will carry you on my back."

"En." Feng Rugui let Jiang Wuqi lift himself up, stretched out his hands and patted off the snow on his feet, then hugged Jiang Wuqi's neck, and put his chin on Jiang Wuqi's left shoulder.

With eyes full of white snow and no one around, Feng Rugui lowered his voice and said seriously: "The living Bodhisattva seems to be asking for money, but believers donate voluntarily, and the amount is not large. Shouldn't it be interfering?"

Jiang Wuqi said compassionately, "Most people in the world need psychological sustenance in order to live better. Parents mostly place their trust in their children, hoping that their son will go to high school, be successful in official career, and shine in the family. They hope that their daughter will be beautiful, talented, and able to marry well." Ruyi Langjun will add glory to her natal family; men mostly entrust their future, if they can be extremely human ministers, they can have power and beauty, one person is under ten thousand; women mostly entrust their husbands, hoping that their husbands can protect them Worry-free life. Most of the rich and noble invite monks to practice alchemy in order to live forever and enjoy wealth forever. Most of the poor pray to gods and worship Buddha, hoping to get rid of the status quo and turn around in one day. In fact, there are very few people who can succeed. They are all living in sustenance, exhausting their lifespan day by day. However, to have hope for the future, it is better to spend the day in a daze. The living Bodhisattva is their sustenance now, why not?"

Feng Rugui asked suspiciously: "The little second brother once said that his mother could go to the ground after drinking the clean water given by the Living Bodhisattva?"

Jiang Wuqi guessed: "The youngest brother's mother must have thought that she had few days left to live and had no ambition to live. After receiving the clean water from the Living Bodhisattva, she firmly believed that she was about to recover from her illness, so she recovered quickly, saying After all, what she had was not a fatal disease."

"According to what you said, it is those believers who have achieved the efficacies of the living Bodhisattva, and the efficacies of the living Bodhisattva act on the believers in turn?" Feng Rugui thought about it, "Because of the efficacies of the living Bodhisattva, I received the guidance of the living Bodhisattva. People all think that their wishes can come true, and under certain conditions, those wishes will come true. What if they don’t come true?”

Jiang Wuqi analyzed: "Seeing that my friends and relatives have fulfilled their wishes before they come true, I will think that I am not devout enough, that I don't have enough money to donate incense, or that my luck is bad, and I will not blame the Living Bodhisattva. Bodhisattvas are living Bodhisattvas after all, how can ordinary people question living Bodhisattvas? Even if someone believes that Living Bodhisattvas are fake, they will not win the trust of others, after all, there are too many people who have received the blessings of Living Bodhisattvas."

While the two of them were talking, they arrived at a pickle shop. The proprietress of the pickle shop was sweeping away the snow with a broom.

When she saw the two of them, she smiled and said, "Do you two guests want to buy some pickles?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Feng Rugui asked impatiently, "I want eight-treasure pickles, and some pickled cabbage."

Eight-treasure pickles, as the name suggests, are made by marinating at least eight kinds of vegetables with seasonings such as salt and black sauce.

The eight-treasure pickle sold in this pickle shop is pickled with cowpea, white radish, celery, lotus root, bamboo shoot tip, cucumber, peanut kernel and ginger.

The proprietress handed Feng Rugui the eight-treasure pickles and pickled cabbage wrapped in oil paper, and asked, "Are you two from the lecture hall?"

Feng Rugui leaned over, sniffed the smell of eight-treasure pickles and pickled cabbage, and then replied: "The proprietress's words are not bad."

The landlady's face darkened when she heard the words, and she said, "Don't believe in that monstrous monk, he is no living Bodhisattva."

Feng Rugui asked calmly, "Why did you say that?"

The proprietress replied sadly and angrily: "A year ago, my father-in-law was sick and couldn't get up. My mother-in-law refused to ask a doctor to treat him, but asked the living Bodhisattva for the clean water of Laoshizi. The clean water is useless. My husband-in-law The disease got worse day by day, I was so anxious that I knelt down and begged my mother-in-law to allow me to ask for a doctor, but my mother-in-law thought that I was trying to kill my husband, and later, less than half a month later, my husband died."

A living bodhisattva is just a mortal, and the water purification will not have any rejuvenating effect.

"My condolences." Feng Rugui comforted the proprietress again, and after Jiang Wuqi paid the money, he was carried back to the inn by Jiang Wuqi.

As soon as he arrived at the inn, Feng Rugui was willing to get off Jiang Wuqi's back. He carried eight-treasure pickles and pickled cabbage, sat down at a table where the north wind couldn't blow, and asked the second brother for two empty plates. Then I poured out eight-treasure pickles and pickled cabbage separately, and ordered a bowl of white porridge to go with it.

Jiang Wuqi doesn't eat spicy meat, and the ginger in the eight-treasure pickle is not edible, so he doesn't touch the eight-treasure pickle, only eats pickled cabbage, and orders a bowl of vegetarian dumplings.

Feng Rugui clings to the spoon with one hand, and puts the other on Jiang Wuqi's waist to keep warm.

A bowl of porridge entered his stomach, and he continued another bowl. After finishing the two bowls of porridge, he turned his head and asked Jiang Wuqi: "What should we do?"

Jiang Wuqi had difficulty making a decision: "From the proprietress' point of view, the living Bodhisattva is a demon monk who killed her husband. Assuming that the clean water is ordinary water, it will not cause death, and if her husband's disease can be cured, In fact, the murderer who killed her husband is her mother-in-law? If there is no living Bodhisattva, her mother-in-law will not stop her from going to the doctor; but if her husband's disease does not work, the one who killed her husband is That's sick; from the perspective of believers, the living Bodhisattva saves suffering and disasters, no different from the real Bodhisattva."

Feng Rugui ate eight-treasure pickles leisurely, and said, "Then we might as well just wait and see what happens."

After Feng Rugui ate eight-treasure pickles and Jiang Wuqi finished his porridge and pickled cabbage, the two went upstairs and went back to their room.

There was nothing left and right, Feng Rugui nestled in Jiang Wuqi's arms to keep warm, and pestered Jiang Wuqi to lecture on scriptures with him.

Because Feng Rugui didn't want to come out of Jiang Wuqi's arms, the two of them didn't have lunch, but only had dinner.

Feng Rugui ordered a large pot of braised mutton, which contained half a lamb, while Jiang Wuqi ordered a bowl of plain noodles.

The two of them were having dinner, and their ears were full of words praising how the living Bodhisattva was so effective.

The eyes of the two met, and they were speechless for a moment.

After dinner, the two of them went back to their room. After washing up, Jiang Wuqi continued to lecture on scriptures.

After speaking for about an hour, Feng Rugui, who had listened to the scriptures for a day, finally fell asleep.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui's sleeping face, and said frankly: "Pindao really likes you lying naked under him."

It was really helpless for him not to answer during the day, he had already been teased by Feng Rugui to the point of distraction, if Feng Rugui teased him a little more, he might bully Feng Rugui, so he waited for Feng Rugui to sleep , he confessed.

However, he did not expect that even though Feng Rugui closed his eyes and breathed evenly, he was not yet in a deep sleep.

Hearing Jiang Wuqi's confession, his tiredness was swept away, Feng Rugui immediately opened his eyes, stared at Jiang Wuqi, and asked word by word: "Wuqi, what did you just say? I couldn't hear clearly."

This Feng Rugui was clearly lying, but Jiang Wuqi indulged Feng Rugui, so he had no choice but to follow Feng Rugui's will, and repeated: "Pindao really likes the way you are lying naked under Pindao's body."

Jiang Wuqi thought that Feng Rugui would tease him again, but he never thought that Feng Rugui replied with a half-smile: "Yes, I see." Then he fell asleep again.

Jiang Wuqi couldn't help being a little disappointed, he extinguished the candle with a snap of his fingers, and lay down.

After a while, Feng Rugui's hands and feet were wrapped around Jiang Wuqi's earholes, and his lips pressed against Jiang Wuqi's earholes, followed by a scorching breath: "When you return to vulgarity, you can do whatever you want with me."

Jiang Wuqi's thoughts suddenly fluctuated, he lowered his body, kissed Feng as if at home, and he felt better just now.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue, and most of the snow had melted under the sun.

At three o'clock, there was almost no snow.

The two of them changed their attire, went out to investigate secretly, and stayed until late at night before returning to their room.

From today's investigation, it can be known that the living Bodhisattva is mostly effective, and the few who are not effective, either say that their fate is bad, or point to heaven and earth.

One of the strange things caught the attention of the two of them. This strange thing was that people who once broke into the teaching hall of the Living Bodhisattva and pointed at the Living Bodhisattva's tricks would soon become loyal followers of the Living Bodhisattva.

The Living Bodhisattva appeared in this Bodhisattva City about 11 years ago. At that time, the people living in this Bodhisattva City had the surname Chu, so they called it Chu City. It took only one year for the Living Bodhisattva to change the name of Chu City to Bodhisattva. City, the people's devotion to him can be seen.