Beauty without clothes

The ancient Buddha with green lanterns, and the scent of sandalwood.Outside the main hall, it was raining heavily, and waterlines were continuously formed along the eaves of the ancient brick and glazed roof.

In the misty and rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River, the distant mountains are like black eyes, just like a picture scroll made of splashed ink, standing quietly and gracefully among the misty water mist.

Inside the hall.A young monk with a white monk robe and a handsome face was kneeling on the futon with his eyes closed, doing his evening class silently.His juniors and juniors had all finished their lessons, and they walked away slowly in twos and threes on the bluestone path in the continuous rain.He was the only one left still kneeling in the hall, reciting silently. In fact, for him, those familiar scriptures were already familiar by heart.It's just that he was chanting, but his heart didn't know where he was wandering.

This young monk named Seng Feixiang is the eldest disciple of Nianbei, the sixth head of Wuxiang Temple. He was put in a bamboo basket when he was a child, and was abandoned in the lake at the foot of Wuxiang Temple. The baby drowned in the water, but was bumped into and rescued by Nian Bei who came back from preaching on the mountain.The Buddha loves all living beings, so he was taken back to the temple by Nian Bei to be raised, and he grew up in Wuxiang Temple ever since.The name Seng Feixiang was chosen by Nian Bei. The first generation of his disciples all use the word Fei as their title, and Seng Feixiang was the first disciple Nian Bei accepted.

Wuxiang Temple is the head of Buddhism and Taoism in the world, and has a very high reputation both in Buddhism and in the secular world.Seng Feixiang has no father or mother. He grew up in a temple. He started morning bells and evening classes early, carrying water and chopping firewood, growing vegetables and feeding horses.Precisely because he practiced boy kung fu, after more than ten years, his kung fu is extraordinary.Monk Feixiang is a young man with precocious wisdom and a very quiet nature. He is extremely talented in Buddhism. He has followed his teacher Nianbei to study and study the Buddhist theory of Prajna since childhood, and has a high attainment.

When the monk was not a prime minister, he happened to meet Zhu Daofa, an eminent monk from the western lands who was quite famous at that time, came to Wuxiang Temple to set up a sect and debate the scriptures.Zhu Dao's theory of seniority is on the same level as that of monks, his voice is sharp, his logic is strict, and he quotes scriptures and classics in an eloquent manner.

Seng Feixiang went down the mountain to enter the world to practice, and when he returned, it had been three days since Zhu Dao Fa established his sect and debated the scriptures, and there was no enemy.Although Zhu Daofa is very talented, he is also very proud. Seeing that no one in Wuxiang Temple, which is famous all over the Yue Kingdom, can accept his argument, he is very proud, and there are many runs between his words.Buddhists shy away from fighting and being victorious. Although the senior monks of Wuxiang Temple don't resent his arrogance, they still can't let go of their posture to ask questions on the altar.

After Seng Feixiang returned to the temple, he didn't wait to tidy up his appearance, he just took off the bamboo hat on his head, and went to the altar to ask questions.Within three rounds, Zhu Daofa's face turned red, and his back was sweating violently. By the fourth round, he was covered in sweat. Before the fifth round, he surrendered. He had no choice but to take off his yellow hat and was defeated.Most of the onlookers under the altar are ordinary people of Yue, private tourists, and many scholars.These people gathered in a circle and applauded. Since the first battle, the Yue people have spread the word that Seng Feixiang was only eighteen years old and became famous all over the country.

On that day, the monk Feixiang was carrying his Zen stick, wearing a white monk's robe with dusty clothes, and a string of black sandalwood beads hanging around his neck. He had a high forehead, a handsome face, compassionate eyes, beautiful lips, broad shoulders and long legs. Practicing martial arts, the whole person has a kind of vigorous vitality, which is set off by the monk's robe and linen clothes, but the temperament is warm and moist.Although in Buddhism, there are many admirers for a while.

All sentient beings are suffering. According to the Buddha, there are eight kinds of suffering in life, birth is suffering, old age is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering, love and parting are suffering, resentment and hatred are suffering, not getting what you want is suffering, and the five abundances are suffering.Kneeling and sitting on the futon that was a little damp from the rain, the monk Feixiang who was chanting scriptures silently pursed his thin lips slightly and flapped them in a murmur, with a hint of bitterness that seemed to be absent on his handsome face.Everyone in the world is confused by appearances and fantasies. They only know that he is a young eminent monk who is famous all over the world, but who can understand his pain.

It's so cold in the heights, how lonely is the loneliness?

He would rather not be abandoned by his parents. In this life, his family, friends and loved ones are safe and happy, and enjoy each other in the secular world, instead of always being with the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns and silently reciting obscure scriptures.Day after day and year after year, he polished his arrogant determination to be indifferent and peaceful, and spent his golden years in the cold mountain, which is rare in the world.Moreover, since his physical maturity, there have been things that have caused him great embarrassment.

That part of him seems to be much larger than normal people's size, and the skin there seems to be extremely sensitive, and it will become semi-hard when rubbed a little.Sometimes when he knelt and recited lessons, he would prop up his skirt bulgingly.He secretly read the secular classics, knowing that it is connected with lust, but there are many times when he can't help himself.

The young man felt that this was a blasphemy against the Buddha on the one hand, and on the other hand it was a manifestation of his own weak willpower.Because he was especially afraid of being seen by others, he didn't dare to stand up too much when he walked, and he pinched him hard when he hated it to the extreme, the pain made him pale and trembling all over.A young man in panic and pain, who has neither parents nor siblings, is in contact with a group of monks all day long, but he regards lust as a tiger, how can he solve any confusion for him?

He couldn't help but think of when his master took him down the mountain when he was a child, he would always look at the secular children playing with great envy, and the master lovingly touched his head: "Feixiang, although you are abandoned by the secular world, you are still infatuated with the world of mortals." .”

At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of Master's words, but the expression of Master's words was too different from usual, so he memorized these words because of his clever nature, but now, Master knew his thoughts a long time ago. .One of the Buddha's ways, all the way, he is all because of repaying the kindness of upbringing. When the master let him choose, he never chose to leave Wuxiang Temple and go down the mountain to enter the world.

What the master said the day before yesterday played back in his mind, over and over again: "Feixiang, these years, I have been watching you as a teacher. Now I am giving you two choices. One is to go down the mountain and enter the world. Remember that Buddhism and Taoism are at your own pace. Second, go to the holy land of Buddhist scriptures to seek Taoism. If you can endure many temptations and sufferings to seek Taoism, you can return to Wuxiang Temple to pick up my mantle. You are very talented in enlightenment, but you have failed in cultivating your mind. .You think it through and go.”

Now, and now... the drizzle of rain outside the hall seemed to be hitting his body, and the coolness penetrated into his body. His body was as strong as his, and he couldn't help shivering.This is the cold that comes from the bottom of my heart and has nothing to do with body temperature.

Creeping devoutly in front of the Buddha, twilight fell in the distance, and the sound of drumming came indistinctly, separated by the rain curtain into intermittent reverberations.

The young white-clothed monk closed his eyes tightly, and a tear fell into the dust in front of the Buddha. The sound of the rain overwhelmed the painful chanting of the monk Feixiang.

The Inn in Medicine King City.

After thinking about it again and again, Seng Feixiang bid farewell to his master and decided to travel far to seek Taoism.At this time, he covered his face with a bamboo hat, and a long white gauze hung down.He has high martial arts skills, and the veil does not affect his vision at all.Ordinary people may not know that this mysterious monk wearing a bamboo hat is the famous monk Feixiang when he was young, but this cannot be hidden from some people's eyes.

On a summer afternoon, with the scorching sun hanging high and the cicadas singing endlessly, Seng Feixiang sat quietly at the tea table, sipping tea to moisten his thirsty throat.He knew that some probing eyes were constantly looking at him, with a hint of playfulness and vague malice.He knew in his heart that he was recognized, but he didn't mean to hide it deliberately.I decided to go to the Buddhaland to seek the Tao, which didn't hinder anyone.What's more, his non-phase external skills have reached perfection, even if those eyes are malicious, he doesn't care much.

The storyteller in the inn was spitting wildly, talking about the fox fairy sucking semen.Seng Feixiang frowned, he was listening to this person talk about the origin and name of Yaowang City, and he didn't want to hear it.But the rest of the audience was excited, and from time to time someone asked loudly.When the storyteller mentioned the anecdote about Leng Tao and the ancient Yaoshu clan, Seng Feixiang became a little interested again, and then he got out of sitting meditation and listened carefully.

At this time, Seng Feixiang just heard it as an anecdote, but he didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, all this later became the turning point of his fate.

At this time, there were two people sitting opposite each other on the second floor of the restaurant directly opposite the inn, looking at the opposite inn through the half-opened window.The two were indeed looking at Seng Feixiang who was wearing a bamboo hat.One of them was wearing a black robe, which was very inconspicuous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the material was extremely light and breathable, and it turned out to be woven from ice silk, which is hard to find for an inch of gold.The man's exposed eyes are full of evil spirits, and they seem to be able to frighten people's hearts and souls.

But the person sitting opposite him has a graceful figure, wearing a blood-red gauze robe, the material of the robe is translucent, revealing most of his chest as white as jade, the two breasts on the front of the chest are delicate and charming, and the soft waistline can be vaguely seen from behind , if you look carefully, you can even see half of the deep buttocks.

This person's long black hair is scattered wantonly, with a slight curl at the end of his hair. He has a coquettish face, a pair of red phoenix eyes full of charm, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He is playing with a blood jade bone fan in his hand. The slender white is almost transparent, and a fan-shaped tattoo dripping blood between his eyebrows makes him even more sinister and awe-inspiring, exuding a strong smell of lust.

"Black dog, your dog eyes are staring straight at people, but did you fall in love with that handsome little monk?" The blood-clothed boy leaned on the cushioned backrest and spoke, his voice was charming and lazy, with a trace of imperceptible Dumb, people with insufficient concentration just listen to him and their bones will become weak, and it is even more difficult to imagine this person's amorous feelings in bed.It's just that the evil and blatant words in those words don't quite match the soft and charming voice.

Hearing words such as black dog, dog eyes, etc., the person in the black robe on the opposite side was not annoyed, his eyes were evil, and he laughed like a counterattack: "Blood fan beauty, I went to your beauty couch and fucked you Sao Point, can I still fall in love with others? You underestimate your own charm too much. I just look at the young monk’s ascetic and pure appearance, and I have a desire to destroy it. It’s just that my strong body is still very weak. Appetite, tsk tsk, is this still a young chicken? Haha, I don’t know why that old bald donkey Nianbei ordered him to go down the mountain again." After speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Known as the beauty of the blood fan, the man in red was originally a son of the blood fan who was well-known for his medicine and bed skills. This person practiced Yin and internal skills, and his martial arts methods were extremely vicious.Moreover, he has a peculiar hobby of making medicines, he only makes love potions, and the effects of the medicines are known all over the world.Bai Dao despised this man extremely, and he called it a disgrace to the martial arts world, and he frequently shouted for beatings and killings.It's just that so far, this person is still alive and well, using self-made love potions to seduce strong men everywhere, and committing crimes against the wind while being chased and killed by Bai Dao, extremely arrogant.

Everyone in Xuanyi is known as the third young master of Xieyan, and his body looks thin, but in fact he has a very strong physique.He practiced the technique of the pupil of the soul, and his pair of asura-like evil eyes were extremely terrifying. Many people who chased and killed him were fascinated by his eyes, manipulated them for him, and were willing to be his puppets.This person also only likes to have sex with soft and charming men. I don't know how many young heroes or talented scholars have been picked by him, and they have followed him around since then, willing to be his sex slaves.Similarly, Bai Dao also listed this person as a dangerous element at the same level as Young Master Blood Fan.

This time, the two of them stopped in Yaowang City, but it was all because of the cold peach fruit that was born. Recently, Yaowang City has been crowded with people, and most of them came here because of this rumor.Because Lengtao fruit also has a characteristic that is very attractive to them. Lengtao can nourish the body and avoid poison. If the owner of Lengtao allows them, they can gain great benefits by following them. People who practice martial arts can nourish their bodies and nourish their veins, and make drugs. People can suppress the adverse effects of drugs on them.

These two people have always had a physical relationship, and their martial arts attainments are almost the same, but they can't help each other, but they have a sympathetic sympathy for each other.The two hit each other as soon as they got out of the bed, often swearing at each other, betting and entertaining others, especially like to play tricks on the people in the white way.The two are both good and evil, acting erratically, only on a whim, and everyone in the world can't avoid it.Seng Fei didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse when he met these two people.

"The group of monks in Wuxiang Temple are really delicious. When jumping naked, hiss..." Young Master Blood Fan shook his slender waist, as if reminiscing, his asshole was itchy Clip, "Why don't I take the little monk's medicine, and the taste of broiler chicken is also good."

The third young master Xieyan squinted his eyes, and inadvertently looked at Seng Feixiang's waist and buttocks, hmph, it is indeed the taste that the blood fan likes.He then said provocatively: "This little monk is not simple. The eldest disciple of Nianbei's seat, what is his name, is not a monk, and he is very talented in foreign skills. You bastard, don't steal chickens and lose money. It’s good to be taken by someone.”

Young Master Blood Fan was provoked by him, winking and angry, "It's useless for you to provoke me, am I afraid that his stupid kung fu will fail, I never miss when I'm so charming. Take a good look at those black dog eyes of yours."

Xieyan third young master narrowed his eyes, this profligate slut, can't he be satisfied by himself?For some reason, he was suddenly particularly displeased with the fact that Xue Fan wanted to drug Seng Feixiang.This displeasure caused him to shake his body, and quickly dodged behind Young Master Xue Shan, grabbed Xue Shan's slender waist, covered Xue Shan's Bai Shengsheng's ears, and said indistinctly: "Slut, just looking at the acupoints makes it itchy." Oh, what about shaking your ass. Since you are so flirtatious, why don't you just let me press the black dog right here and fuck it to relieve the itching?"

As he spoke, he pressed on Xue Fan's body, lifted his outer robe neatly, and inserted one hand into the anus that was already secreting intestinal juice under the Xue Fan.Xue Fan only wore half of his underwear, which blocked the spring light from his lower body. After being manipulated by Xieyan, his naked body was exposed. Enlightenment.

Xue Fan stared at Seng Feixiang for a long time, and felt a little fussy. In fact, his words also meant that the third young master with evil eyes hooked up to make trouble.The two of them hit it off in a weird way, Xue Fan kneaded his snowy skin by Xieyan, his rosy mouth opened and closed, and his plump white body rubbed against Xieyan's strong arms like a boneless one.

The fat and white buttocks trembled to meet Xieyan's fingers, and after a while, the liquid that could not be covered by the soft flesh gushed out from the back door, spattering Xieyan's hand.Xieyan's eyes were full of lust, and his fingers were poking at the back door of the blood fan, and the lewd liquid dripped down on the straw mat under the two of them. stand up.

This slut must have seduced her into heat here, Xieyan thought angrily, thinking that she must have been fooled by this slut again.The attack was merciless, and the blood was screaming, but he kept yelling: "Uh...uh...black dog, you idiot, hmm...what's the point of raping me with your fingers, limp you Is it a man? Quickly poke your black dick in, what are you talking about!"

"Slut, why are you so hungry if you don't get fucked for a day?! Wait until I fuck your pussy! Fuck you to death!" Xie Yan was scolded until his eyes were blood red, and he pushed hard, causing Xue Fan's forelegs to fall to the ground, The slender waist folded into a charming waist, and the whole person was lying on the stomach, with the snowy buttocks raised high.Xieyan slapped Jiaohua in the groin violently again, causing blood to shake her buttocks violently.

The big palm of the evil eye grasped two pieces of fat snow meat, opened them suddenly, and unbuttoned the pants to reveal the thick black dick, which was surprisingly large in size, no matter how small the delicate flower entrance between the blood fan's small buttocks was, straight It went in.