Poor monks do not break the precepts

Xu Sheng stood silently on the edge of the cliff and looked at the direction of the foot of Jishi Mountain. The hem of his clothes was blood-stained, and the autumn wind swept across the white moon. The cruelty and ruthlessness after the killing.He stood with his hands behind his back, alone, with an indescribable loneliness, and he didn't notice the person suddenly appearing behind him for a long time.

"When people are in the temple, you avoid seeing them. When you leave, you don't want to send them away." Hua Xinglou smiled softly, stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xu Sheng, and said lightly: "If you want to see you off, why don't you go down the mountain yourself? ?”

"It's a person who shouldn't be acquainted, and can't be close relatives, so why bother to think about it."

Hua Xinglou jokingly said: "Since that's the case, why don't you let go of your obsession."

Xu Sheng put his palms upright in front of his chest, and said slowly: "Amitabha, monks have no thoughts or desires. But you are a flower giver, don't live like a practitioner and cherish the people in front of you."

"People are divided into groups, and those who are close to ink are black. If I stay with you stinky monk for a long time, I am afraid that I will soon lead my hair to practice."

A cold smile floated on the corner of Xu Sheng's mouth, and he teased: "If you want to become a monk and recite the Buddha's name, you are planting vegetables on the wall. I don't believe you can let go of the happy life of the Waterless Palace, and you want to go to the Waterless Palace to build a meditation room, Don't dirty my land."

Huaxinglou replied poorly: "You invited me, I still think that the withered grass hut is simple, the scenery is not good, and the feng shui is fierce."

Xu Sheng was trembling with anger when he heard the words, his eyes softly glanced at Huaxinglou, and he replied calmly: "The benefactor of Hua doesn't think much of it, so I won't have to crowd my small shabby house that doesn't catch your eyes."

"What do you want me to do? You won't be bickering with me for nothing."

Xu Sheng looked away from a distance, his soft face turned cold for a moment, "Go back to the room and say, it's not convenient to talk here."

As the beginning of winter was approaching, a gust of cold wind blew through, and Hua Xing Lou shrank tightly into his coat, only to realize that Xu Sheng was still only wearing a spring and summer thin coat. Because of practicing the magical power of Mingxiang, Xu Sheng's body was thinner than ordinary people, The monk's robes fluttered and became thinner and thinner.But such an inconspicuous figure is surrounded by an aura, gods and Buddhas are difficult to cure, and ghosts and evils retreat, but because of the aura, it seems that a stronger wind can blow people away and disappear from the world.

Hua Xinglou looked at the figure in front of him that was drifting away, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to grab it. After a moment of hesitation, the person was already out of his reach.

"Lord, here." Chen Xiang bent over and stood by the door of the house, holding a clean monk's robe with both hands.

"Put it aside for now." Xu Sheng couldn't feel Hua Xing Lou's aura behind him, and looked back suspiciously, "What are you thinking there?"

Hua Xinglou came back to his senses, shook his head and waved away the bad thoughts in his mind, and jokingly said: "This is Chen Xiang, right? It looks familiar, is it the female doll you brought to the Waterless Palace ten years ago?" De Xusheng responded affirmatively, and he joked: "You are so outstanding, no worse than Zhu Ling and Concubine Wan. Such a beauty, no wonder you always hide it and refuse to be seen."

Chen Xiang brushed across Hua Xinglou's neck lightly, resisting the desire to wipe the opponent's neck with his sword.Seeing Huaxinglou shivering with aversion to the cold, Xu Sheng felt the coldness of his coat, said with a light smile, "Go to the meditation room to warm up by the fire, let's talk about things while warming up."

When walking past Chen Xiang, Hua Xing Lou deliberately took two steps to the side, to prevent Chen Xiang from suddenly appearing as a killer.The Zen room is as warm as spring, and the silver charcoal is crackling. Xu Sheng chose a Zen chair a little far away from the charcoal basin to sit down, leaving a warm place for the Huaxing Tower, and the Huaxing Tower is not welcome. Entering the room, he sat down without thinking, so as not to be glared at by Chen Xiang again.

"Chen Xiang, tell Xinglou what happened that night." Xu Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he pinched the bridge of his nose lightly, his calm expression was indescribably tired.

Chen Xiang doesn't talk much on weekdays, but when he talks about things, his thoughts are very clear and organized. Before the cup of tea in Hua Xinglou's hand is finished, she has finished the story and quietly looks at Xu Sheng who is meditating.

Huaxinglou put down the teacup, pondered for a moment and said: "Except for me and Lao Shu, there is no third person in Shuiwugong who can fight against Xuwu and escape safely."

"I know." Xu Sheng smiled softly, closed his eyes and nodded calmly, "It's not you, it's not Lao Shu, it's not me, so who is it?"

"It is impossible for this person to come from the Waterless Palace." Hua Xinglou thought for a long time, then his heart moved, and his eyes were fixed on Xu Sheng's eyebrows, "I have never asked you about your martial arts background, I just remember you once said However, the master who taught you the Psychic Art has a deep relationship with Shuinan Palace, and your master is only one of your disciples. Then does your master have other brothers, or are they secretly helping you?"

The more he listened, the more unreliable he became, Xu Sheng couldn't help but open his eyes, interrupting Huaxinglou's unrestrained thoughts, "The palace score of the Waterless Palace is in your hands, don't you know if you have an uncle or not?"

Hua Xinglou guessed wildly and gave up hope, scratched his head and smiled and said: "Your martial arts skills and understanding of the past of Shui Wu Gong are better than mine. I take it for granted that you know better than me."

"The old man used to nagging all day long, I think it's hard to turn a deaf ear to it." Xu Sheng flattened his mouth as if complaining, but his eyes revealed a rare warmth and happiness, "The old man often mentions his sister who is the master of the Waterless Palace. , but other than that, I have never heard of people of the same generation. Besides, even if people of the same generation as your master are still alive today, I have an idea. Could it be the old maid in the palace who did it? After all They have followed your master for many years, and it is very possible that they have learned every move and a half of the Mingxiang magic skill. I once heard the old man mention that after the court ladies practice martial arts in the palace to 35, your master will personally teach them a few moves and give them some advice. Allow them to cultivate the first level of Phantom Divine Art."

"Impossible, although the mental technique you and I have learned is the same magical skill of Mingxiang, but your moves should be created by your master in the moves of Shui Wu Gong. Don't forget, Yan Shui Wu Ting and Remnant Feng Xi You taught me the flower finger. Chen Xiang saw that person fight against Xu Wu with his own eyes. The moves he used were the peach blossom flowing water in Canfeng Xihua finger and the two moves of Nianhua Yixiao. The old maids in the waterless palace only The tricks of Huazhi, although the two martial arts are similar, they are completely different."

Xu Sheng pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, his whole body was depressed, and he said helplessly: "That's right, I can't understand Senior Brother Xu Wu's background very well. Those who can escape from his hands unharmed, most of the maids in Shuiwu Palace can't do it." .”

Chen Xiang pondered for a long time after hearing the words, and suddenly said, "Could it be an old acquaintance of the old landlord?"

After being reminded by someone, Xu Sheng suddenly thought of the old monk with a dead body in Buguiya, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Master...". Some people understand that it may not be impossible to forcibly use the moves of Mingxiang Divine Art based on their internal strength.

Hua Xinglou found that Xu Sheng was distracted, stretched out his palm and waved in front of Xu Sheng's eyes, "What are you thinking about? Or has he already thought of someone?"

Xu Sheng pressed down his eyes-obscuring hands, slowly raised his eyes, with an autumnal look, "It's inconvenient for me to show up all the time to inquire, so I have to ask you to keep an eye out for me outside the temple. It's better to check in your palace. This man The strangeness that appeared, the whereabouts are very mysterious, it is unknown whether it is an enemy or a friend, and he is hiding behind the scenes, and it will always be a stab in my heart."

"This person is capable of magical powers, so I can't just sit idly by. I'll investigate thoroughly in the Waterless Palace, but don't have too much hope."

Xu Sheng already had doubts in his heart, and he was in the same boat, so he confessed, "I have doubts in my heart, but I can't make a move to confirm the temptation for the time being, and I can't be sure for a while. Just in case I guessed wrong, Shui Wu Gong and Wulin need you to travel more."

Hua Xinglou raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard the middle of the last words, "When I got on this thief ship of yours, I don't think it's impossible to leave alone. You can leave it to me to handle the affairs of the martial arts, Shui Wu Although the palace is not comparable to your Wuzhilou, it is much stronger than other sects. I can't interfere with Shaolin's affairs, so you should handle it carefully."

Compared with Xu Sheng's serenity and indifference, the worry on the Huaxing floor was obvious, and even Chen Xiang who was silent by the side became worried, "Master, it's not convenient to come forward, why don't you let your subordinates go and test it out?"

"You think I've had too few troubles recently, and sincerely add a few troubles, making me very busy, right?"

Chen Xiang is a dead-tempered person, she heard the lightness in Xu Sheng's words, and she took it as accountability, she hurriedly lowered her head and said: "This subordinate dare not."

"Boring, boring." Hua Xinglou smiled and said: "You have raised a beauty like this, it is really a waste of nature. It used to be beautiful with every frown and smile, but now I don't have the agility when I first met in the past. Beauty is beautiful, but it is a beautiful woman. Iceman who doesn't want to be close to others." Hua Xinglou frowned as if remembering something disgusting, and he had no interest: "But compared to those puppets in Hehuanzhai, Chen Xiang's appearance is pleasing."

The cold wind blows in through the gap of the window, Xu Sheng felt a little chill and straightened his clothes, said with a light smile, "It's a pity."

"The six faculties of a monk should be pure, but you think of beauty."

"It's just that I can't help but sigh when I think of my friends in the palace."

Hua Xinglou's complexion gradually faded, his eyes were fixed on Xu Sheng's side face, he suddenly stood up as if he was about to leave, and said with a slightly serious expression: "Listen to my friend's advice, don't associate with Mr. Rurui, you... It's becoming a little less like you."

Xu Sheng slowly closed his eyes, and replied indifferently: "I will never forget my original intention, no one can stop me."

Hua Xinglou leaned forward slightly excitedly, suppressed his excitement for a moment, and sighed: "If you want to let go, it's okay to be friends with him. If you insist, you must never get close again, kindness will only harm you. And you, after all, were born to be enemies."

Xu Sheng put on the Buddhist bead string he pinched, and slowly stood up, "Forced by fate, I know."

"If you want to be clear, you won't save Huai Mingmo." Hua Xinglou played with the gilt incense ball hanging on the edge of the curtain, his deep eyes stopped at the figure deliberately hidden in the dark, and said with a faint smile: "Buddhist disciples should see through the world of mortals." , but never stepping into the world of mortals, how can you see through it. Xiaosheng... your heart is disturbed, didn't you notice it?"

The red-gold carved flower incense burner in the Zen room is perpetually scented with water and light smoke, blocking between the two of them, just covering Xu Sheng's bitter smile, he retorted: "I haven't become a monk yet, but I'm already eager to talk about Zen with me. If I don’t know how I would feel if I was heard by a beautiful woman.”

Hua Xing Lou shook hands, walked out of the meditation room without leaving the withered grass hut immediately, and went directly into Xu Sheng's bedroom, took a black brocade cloak and put it on to keep out the wind.Walking past the tea room, I picked up a few sweet pills in small dishes on the table, and brought a bottle of Shuangqiuzui from the antique shelf, and then smiled contentedly: "Let's go."

"No." Xu Sheng held his hands in his sleeves, watched Hua Xing Lou's figure disappear at the end of the path, then moved his jaw slightly to make Chen Xiang close the door tightly.

There was no one else around, Chen Xiang's cheeks that were as tight as ice sculptures gradually became more popular, her slightly puffed cheeks were flushed, and she muttered angrily: "This dude is really self-conscious."

Xu Sheng chuckled without hesitation, and walked leisurely towards the study, "I don't care about these things with him."

The table in the study is full of the account books that Chen Xiang brought from Mr. Bian Ji, Xu Sheng casually took out the book and flipped through it, he seemed to be serious and detailed, but his thoughts were far away, his head was full of Hua Xing Lou's words.The more you don't think about some things, the more you worry about it, Xu Sheng doesn't know that he has a special attitude towards Huai Mingmo, he just does it from his heart, he can't help it.

Xu Sheng casually flipped through the account books. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the letter pressed under the stacked account books. He shook it open and read it carefully. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the sarcasm on his lips became more and more serious. gone."

Chen Xiang hadn't read the contents of the letter, but just listened to what Mr. Bianji said, and he had read it thoroughly, and said disdainfully: "There is a lot of talk about Ji's family in the Jianghu official circles, and at this delicate time, they deliberately suppress and deal with officials who are dissatisfied with Ji's family and the imperial concubine. , that man is really good, and his attack is just right. On the surface, Emperor Meng seems to be acquiescing, but he will inevitably think about it in his heart. The current forbearance will condense into a big disaster sooner or later. When the time comes, the imperial concubine, the prince, and the Ji family may not be spared. "

Xu Sheng didn't answer, he glanced at Geng Mo, and then looked at the sky outside the house, "I'm afraid Zigui will be back soon at this time, it's hard to say for a while, you go and invite Mr. Gong here. , No one in the building knows better than him."

Seeing Xu Sheng gossiping about him, Chen Xiang didn't intend to discuss with him, and immediately left the dark room in response.After the people left, Xu Sheng closed the door of the tunnel dark room, as if he didn't take Chen Xiang's words to heart at all, he sat back in front of the desk silently, took out the suet white jade abacus in the dark compartment, and skillfully fiddled with the jade beads to check the accounts.After calculating Man Tingfang's account book, Xu Sheng's eyes flashed coldly, and he immediately pulled out the account book of Qing Pingle and Xiang Saixue that Mr. Bian Ji secretly obtained, and fiddled with the beads in a burst of "click".

At Xu time, the sky was dim, and only a red candle was lit in the study, which shone dimly through the moon shadow gauze lampshade.It was only then that Xu Sheng counted the mountain of account books in front of him, except for the three books he took out and put aside, the rest had been neatly piled up into two stacks.

Hastily ate the dinner that was left cold early, and suddenly got idle after a busy half day, Xu Sheng suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, and the loneliness in his heart could not be relieved.Xu Sheng should have gotten used to the year-round silence of the thatched hut, but today he felt extraordinarily cold, making it harder to survive the long night of silence.

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