After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

Among the five precepts of Buddhism, one is the precept against false speech, and one cannot speak obscene words.

Xiangli Feilu has practiced Buddhism for so many years and has been enshrined as a national treasure. He has never heard such frivolous words.

He frowned, just as he clenched the Qingyue Sword in his chest, the phoenix jumped down from the window sill, and landed in front of him in an instant, only an inch or two away from him, breathing lightly. Flick across the front.

Xiangli Feilu exerted force on his knuckles, but before he could move, he immediately realized that he was firmly fixed in place, unable to move.

Can't even make a sound.

Rong Yi has dishonestly touched his wrist with one hand.

Xiangli Feilu's joints are bigger than his, big and slender. Inside his skin are thin calluses left over from years of practice, planting herbs, and holding a sword. In this rainy and cold day, there is still a faint heat.

There is no one around, but there are forbidden troops patrolling outside the tower from time to time. In the constant and steady sound of rain, you can distinguish the steady and powerful footsteps of the forbidden soldiers, and the low voice, getting closer and closer, as if they are about to approach the door. .

Rong Yi's hand was still on his wrist, and the skin felt cool and delicate.

He was reluctant to part with the temperature, touched and touched, and then went down, and lightly clasped his Qingyue Sword, as if playing for fun, flicked it twice, and the blue sword made a clanging echo.

The Qingyue Sword is an ancient sword handed down by Jiang Guo's past dynasties. It is a magic weapon that has truly killed thousand-year-old demons and ghosts, and it contains a sharp and sharp evil spirit.This sword can even break through the body of a god. If it is an ordinary monster, there is no way to even get close to it.

——This phoenix is ​​a god, perhaps it is true.

Xiangli Feilu heard the person in front of him mutter.

"This sword is too cold, do you want to change it?"

Maybe it was really too cold, the person in front of him shrank his hands, climbed up along his wrist again, grabbed his arm firmly, and hid it in his sleeve.

The fire flickered for a while, and suddenly became more intense, and the warm yellow light rose up, Xiangli Feilu saw Rongyi's face with his eyes: a very bright and beautiful face, almost compelling.

Those dark eyes were close together, as was the flower-scented breath.

How close are they?Two inches apart?an inch?Or two fingers?One finger?

The footsteps of the imperial army outside were getting closer and closer, and the lantern lights of the imperial army could be vaguely seen at the door.

Xiangli Feilu's eyelashes trembled, and he gathered all his strength, wanting to get rid of such confinement.

Rong Yi didn't move, he still got very close and looked at him seriously.Every time you say a word, your warm and fragrant breath comes closer.

"Your eyes are beautiful. I have a jade Bodhi in my house. The color of your eyes is the color of the leaves of Bodhi."

Xiangli Feilu's eyelashes trembled even more, and his eyes were filled with emotion.

The footsteps outside stopped for a while, and he asked: "Master, it is almost dawn, if you have no other orders, we will go back first. It is cold today, you must take care of yourself."

Across the door, the firelight inside the door seemed to shake with the air-conditioning outside.

The room was silent.

The captain of the imperial army who was on duty today noticed that something was wrong with this quietness, and then asked again: "Master?"

He waited for a while, and when he was about to open the door and enter, he suddenly heard a suppressed response: "It's nothing."

The captain of the imperial army has experienced many battles and has a particularly keen intuition for various things. He heard that there was something wrong with the sound. He raised his eyes and saw that the door of the tower was not closed, so he hesitated and approached, reaching out to help Xiangli Feilu After closing the door, he caught a glimpse of the inside of the room from the corner of his eye: a young man in pink and white clothes stood in front of Xiangli Feilu, and the two were intimate.

The captain of the guard was startled, hurriedly closed the door, and turned his head to signal the rest to leave quickly.

After the man left, Rong Yi finally finished observing his new shit-shoveling officer contentedly, unleashed the immobilization technique on Xiangli Feilu, and then looked back, thoughtfully: "That man saw it."

Xianglifei Lu had never been humiliated like this before in his life, his face turned blue in an instant, and he was about to throw a sword backhand.

This time Rong Yi didn't stop him, but just stood still, staring at him with dark eyes, thoughtful: "You have a big temper, but it doesn't matter, I have a good temper. A Buddha has a temper, and he will fight people with swords."

He found it very novel and interesting, and he was used to seeing those Arhats in Brahma who were all the same, ruthless and thoughtless, so he found everything about Xiangli Feilu very interesting.

Xiangli Feilu's Qingyue Sword was already out of its sheath, but for some reason, after Rong Yi finished speaking, his movements paused, and then stopped.

The boy in front of him had a normal expression, as if he was not aware of the danger he was in - or rather, he didn't think it was danger.

The cold and shrewd sword was only one point harder, and it was about to cut his clothes.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Rong Yi looked at him: "I'm falling in love with you. It seems that your memory is not very good, but it doesn't matter, my memory is very good."

"Except for this matter?"

Xiangli Feilu's green eyes don't contain any emotion, only a sharp sense of oppression. He was born with a magic sense, and his eyes are cautious and cold, and he has formed a habit.

Rong Yi was a little puzzled: "Besides this matter?"

"Jiang Country is the territory I guard. If you dare to touch this place, you dare to hurt the people of Jiang Country..."

Xiangli Feilu's evil spirit was even worse, "No matter who you are, I will never let you go."

Rong Yi pondered for a while, and replied honestly: "I haven't received any relevant tasks."

Xiangli Feilu looked at him, frowning, lips pursed into a line.

A bell suddenly rang outside the window. It was Jiang Guo's first bell ringing at dawn every day.

The sound of the bell also meant that Xiangli Feilu could rest.The time of the day when the yang energy is the weakest and most likely to be taken advantage of by ghosts and ghosts has passed.

Rong Yi turned her head to listen to the bell, suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed, the door opened in response to the sound, the morning mist and light rain outside drifted in, the bell shook the recesses between the bricks and stones to sparkle.

Xiangli Feilu's fingers holding the Qingyue Sword tightened again, and his gaze was fixed on Rong Yi, wary of what he would do next, but Rong Yi raised his head and squinted to look into the distance. In the past, through the blue-gray sky and rain, I glanced at the entire sleeping city.

Rong Yi glanced at it, and said casually: "Your Jiang country belongs to water, the place where the star of Xuanwu wall water is shining, my master used the power of Xuanshui to protect this place, but after his death, Jiang country's fortune will definitely decline, you It can't be changed. But you are different from those people, you still have a long lifespan, and you will not be affected by these things after passing through the catastrophe of love and ascending to become a god..."

Xiangli Feilu sneered: "Don't bother Shangshen, this love calamity is nothing to me, please ask Shangshen to come from and where to go back."

Rong Yi tilted her head and was about to speak when voices and footsteps came from outside again: "Master, have you gone back to rest? We've come to guard the tower for you."

There was a knock on the door, Rong Yi looked at the door, then at Xiangli Feilu, this time she was very obedient, she consciously disappeared.

The monks who came here were the monks who lived in the guest garden. They would study and practice with Xiangli Feilu every day, and they also spontaneously came to guard the pagoda for Xiangli Feilu when he was resting, but today... came a bit early.

"The commander of the imperial army asked us to come earlier, saying that you have some things to do, Buddha, I'm afraid it will take a lot of energy, so we need to come earlier..."

"It's okay."

Xiangli Feilu took a look at Rong Yi who was sitting cross-legged in a corner beside him, forced himself to look back, and explained the matter in a low voice.

The sky was slowly getting brighter, and after Xiangli Feilu finished his lecture, he spent some more time explaining the scriptures and explaining to others.

Rong Yi never liked to listen to these things, so he must have been the first to fall asleep when listening to the lectures of the Ming kings in Brahma.

"The appearance of me is the appearance of right and wrong, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of life, that is, the appearance of right and wrong..."

The young man in the corner changed his posture, his eyelids drooped, but he found a place to rely on with confidence and boldness - he leaned on the place where Xiangli Fei Lu usually sat, and touched the thick Jiang Guozhenwei hug In the bosom, to rest the chin.

Xiangli Feilu's voice stopped.

"...Master?" The monk next to him raised his eyes suspiciously, but he only dared to secretly feel that something was wrong, and did not dare to look at him for a long time.

Xiangli Feilu continued to hold the scriptures, and then said: "Subhuti said, observe the Tathagata with the 32 signs..."

His voice was deep and pleasant.

The young man in the corner changed his posture again and leaned closer to the fire, seeing that the door was open, and the wind blowing in swept the flames upwards, almost burning his hair and the old book of prophecy in his arms. .

Xiangli Feilu stopped again.

This time he didn't wait for other people to ask, he stopped talking and said: "I'll talk about it another day. I have nothing to do today, so you don't need to replace me. Go back and sleep for a while."

The people retreated one by one, Xiangli Feilu closed the door, looked up, but Rongyi seemed to know it, opened his eyes sleepily, and got up.

The book in his arms was just thrown away casually, on a futon cushion.

Rong Yi asked: "Are you finally going back to sleep? Then can I go back with you?"

Xiangli Feilu remained silent, but frowned tightly.

He leaned over to pick up the book of prophecy, and wiped it carefully, as if everything Rong Yi touched had become dirty.

Go along the tallest seventh floor tower, turn to the end of the corridor, which is his bedroom.

Everything in the room is clean and unsophisticated, so simple that it is close to shabby.

Rong Yi followed behind him step by step, after Xiangli Feilu entered the door, he closed the door with his backhand——

But seeing Rong Yi enter through the wall very naturally, then narrowed those phoenix eyes, and began to size up.

"What kind of bed is this?" He saw Xiangli Feilu's bed at a glance: a half-old wooden Babu bed with simple mattresses and quilts on it.

"A bed in the mortal world." Xiangli Feilu's voice was calm and indifferent, "There is no place for God to sleep here."

"Then you haven't prepared a nest for me?" Rong Yi thought for a while, "I see you have prepared nests for everyone else, on the first floor of this tower."

"The guest house is only for wandering scholars, monks, and benefactors who come to stay." Xiangli Feilu began to wash his hands, "God has no worries about food and clothing, why bother to rob a room with ordinary people."

"Then I won't fight with them, I'll just sleep with you."

Rong Yi began to study again.

He found a tung oil paper umbrella that Xiangli Feilu had placed beside the table, "Is this an umbrella?"

It never snows or rains in Brahma, and it is always sunny and sunny. Rong Yi has never seen other weather since he was a child, let alone an umbrella, all of which he saw in his scriptures.

Xiangli Feilu didn't answer, he got on the couch with his clothes on, ready to rest.

Seeing that he had already gone to bed, Rong Yi turned around and started looking for her own nest——Xiang Li Fei Lu's room was clean, and there was nothing to be found except a clean tea set, a teapot, and two a teacup.

Rong Yi picked up one of the teacups and looked at it: it was a celadon teacup with a round mouth, but it was a little small.

After thinking for a while, he put the teacup back.

Xiangli Feilu pulled the quilt and heard the silence in the room. He thought Rong Yi had already left, but he heard a slight scratching sound.

He opened his eyes and saw a huge phoenix squatting in the middle of the table.

Rong Yi changed her original body, a graceful and luxurious divine bird, with its two slender claws curled up, unexpectedly stood firmly in the middle of the teacup.

Such a small cup not only stuffed two phoenix claws, but also supported the phoenix's buttocks and tail feathers with great pains, showing a precarious appearance.

Seeing that he opened his eyes, Rong Yi discussed it with him in a friendly manner: "Buddha has a heart, but I think this nest is beautiful, but it may be a little small and hard..."

Xiangli Feilu: "..."

He closed his eyes again, not asking anything outside.

The rain outside became heavier, and the patter of the rain gradually replaced the other sounds in the room.

Rong Yi fell silent, Xiangli Feilu turned over and saw that the phoenix was really coiled up in this position, and fell asleep with its head tilted.

He was a little tired, and he didn't want to deal with this inexplicable god who broke into his life.

As long as I ignore it, this phoenix should go away by itself, right?

In the mist, drowsiness gradually came up, and Xiangli Feilu dreamed about some past events.

He seldom dreams, perhaps because his mind has been tense for Jiang Guo, and he has no time to dream, but now that the peacock is dead, and the funeral has just ended, too many things are pressed together, and it is not normal.

He dreamed that when he was young, his master had not passed away, leading him to write and annotate the history of the Jiang Kingdom and write prophecies.

His master said: "On the day you appeared under the pagoda, Jiang Guohuang came with 77 green luan, circling around. Your sound is destined to form a bond with the divine bird."

Then there was another dream. In the dream, he couldn't see anything clearly, even himself. He only remembered that he seemed to be in a dark and claustrophobic corner, with a fluffy divine bird caged in his sleeve.

The feathers were softer and softer than he had ever seen in his life.

He has never seen the original peacock, let alone touched it in his sleeve.

The peacock is the god of protecting the country, and he never violates the rules.

……

The sound of rain continued, and the sky should be bright, but the room became darker.

He vaguely heard the sound of cups clinking, and for a moment he forgot whether there were other people in his room—but the next moment, he woke up from the dream, his mind was drawn away, and there was something cool, soft, and tingling. Something with a scent was squeezed into his arms.

The young man put on a wide robe and slipped in under a thin layer of underwear. His long black hair smelled of flowers and dew. It was cool at first, and then the heat spread, warmly rising among each other.

With her eyes closed, Rong Yi grabbed one of his arms and muttered, obviously not trying to reason with him: "Don't go to sleep, I want to sleep in this nest."