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The door was opened by Naxu. When it opened, there was already fog outside the temple, and the fog on the mountain path and stone steps was misty.

Na Xu and Tien talked for a few days, and Na Xu let him in.

It's as simple as closing the door and letting the dogs go, but the steps seem to be reversed.

This release made the boss and most people unhappy.

Of course, there are also those who are happy.

The happy one had a much bigger head than ordinary people——Gao Shou.

"Brother Linhui, why did you come?" Gao Shou rushed out regardless of his illness, sighing endlessly, he, it is so painful!

Blind Lin would quickly recognize Gao Shou's voice, and when meeting an old friend, he was very moved and extremely jealous, and had no intention of leaving.

The unhappy ones exchanged glances with each other.

Blessed by the Buddhist incense in the Wanfo Temple, they suddenly had a kind of tacit understanding that is rare in Buddhism-exclusive!

The first one to appear was You Guang. Originally, he was considered a brand new spirit beast in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and he had to perform to the fullest in order to be accepted by the public.

So, he volunteered and followed Na Xu very implicitly, all the way into the house, complaining a little, it doesn't want it to change from a new love to an old one so quickly.

Afterwards, You Guang jumped out happily, still wearing a refreshing monk's robe, and a long string of Buddhist beads dangling from his head and neck.

"This." Seeing that everyone else was looking at him expectantly, You Guang was a little embarrassed, and covered his face with his paws excitedly, "This is Naxu's monk robe when he was a child. I changed it and asked me to wear it. I...I wear it." Does it look good?"

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other.

Di Ting rubbed his eyebrows: "I'll go talk to Na Xu."

The next day, Diting woke up early in the morning, and found that the object of the discussion was doing laundry, with two large tubs.

"I have something to tell you." Di Ting's tone was majestic, and his eyes still had a sense of joy.

Na Xu nodded, and pushed one of the wooden basins to Di Ting: "Help."

Hearing that the wooden basin was only a single piece of clothing, he washed it and analyzed the thread: "This newcomer has something wrong, he must come to the dilapidated temple, he must have a purpose."

"There is something wrong, eye disease."

"It's because of the excess hostility in him."

"I know." She was a little Buddha-rooted and noticed it.

"Do you know? Keep him if you know? I'm going to chase that Pixiu, and I must travel far away. If something happens to him, I'll be beyond my reach." Di Ting spoke earnestly.

"But it was foggy at the time, and it was unreasonable to drive people down the mountain."

Di Ting rolled his eyes and said meanly: "He is blind, does the fog affect his walking?"

Naxu paused, suddenly realized: "I didn't expect this floor. People have already stayed, forget it."

Listening to frustration, he rolled up his sleeves three inches higher, angrily rubbed the clothes on his hands, and asked suddenly: "What is this, what are you washing for me?"

Naxu took a closer look: "This pair should be Gao Benefactor's obscene trousers. Because it is red, I am afraid that it will fade if mixed with others, so I put another basin."

Di Ting immediately let go, his face turned pale, and he jumped violently: "Why do I have to wash him!?"

Na Xu stretched out a finger seriously: "You are more or less responsible for his injury."

Then, Na Xu looked at the full wooden basin in front of him again, and said with a smile, "You can change the wooden basin with me to wash."

"Dang, Dang, Dang." A monk rings the bell for a day, so the little monk starts to ring the bell.

Na Chen waved his chubby hand, commanding You Guang to stand on the bell striking stick, swinging back and forth to strike the big bronze bell.

When I heard back, I kept shaking my head and shaking my hands.

"It's done?" Mo Ya, who was squatting on the ground, leaned against the big tree and squinted at the dead branches.

"He is the master of a temple." Di Ting pouted.

"Collapse." Mo Ya bravely stood up, patted Di Ting on the shoulder, "I'll try."

Nasu was drying the clothes.

"He's not a good person." Mo Ya cut to the chase.

That thread didn't sound.Mo Ya believed that Na Xu hadn't reacted yet: "He's not a good person, keep it for fear that you will suffer."

"Got it." Nasu shook off the dripping clothes one by one.

Mo Ya was a little annoyed, his eyes rolled, and the corners of his brows and mouth were rippling with viciousness: "Do you know why I know that his character is not good?"

"Why?"

Mo Ya had a good time and approached Na Xu.

The morning breeze is blowing, rolling in a chill, which makes Shanqing's clothes wrapped in a breath of fresh air.

"Because, I had sex with him before." Mo Ya said word by word.

Na Xu was slightly, very slightly, taken aback.

After Mo Ya finished speaking, he was also stunned for a while.

After pondering for a long time, Mo Ya coughed lightly, and said with a chaotic smile, "Do you think he is a coward after I explain all the details?" This smile was too enchanting under the rising sun.

"No, let me think about it. In the evening, give me the answer."

Time passes quickly.

In the evening, at dinner time, Nasu made a decisive decision that Tilia would stay for a long time.

The master of a temple, one sentence is extinct.

Di Ting frowned, Lin Hui raised his eyebrows handsomely, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

Mo Ya moved his lips, but he didn't ask the three words "why".

But Na Xu understood what he meant, with warm eyes: "There are still some things I need to think about."

The final trump card is Na Chen, holding his empty job bowl, staring at Na Xu: "Brother, there will be not enough food..."

Without saying a word, Na Xu directly poured all the rice in his own bowl into that bowl of anger.

Mo Ya finally couldn't help asking Na Xu: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Nasu shook his head.

"Brother, my senior brother, when he thinks about things, he doesn't like to talk." Na Chen took a few bites of rice and explained.

Not only did he not like to talk, Na Xu didn't even open his mouth.

Mo Ya didn't even think about it, squatted down, picked up the chopsticks with one hand and hid under the table to eat in the small stove, and threw it at Lin Hui's face!

Poor You Guang stretched his limbs into a "big" character in mid-air, and instantly stuck to a very large face that was still wrapped in rags.

The big-headed shadow guard reappeared again.

A silence.

The insiders mourned silently in their hearts, and the high-ranking people were very unlucky.

Tilia would leisurely brush the hair hanging from her forehead and smile: "What's the matter? Did something happen?"

Gao raised his hand to touch his painful face: "What was that just now?"

Soon, the shadow guard who was running errands was stripped naked by Di Ting and forced to take a dip in a medicinal bath.

And the clothes held high were quickly burned to ashes by Di Ting.

Di Ting sneered complacently with shaking hands when his clothes were flying to ashes and annihilated.

But Na Xu didn't participate in this fight, and still didn't say a word, thinking about his thoughts.

After two whole days and two nights like this, Na Xu still didn't speak.

On the third day, Mo Ya couldn't stand it any longer, so he went directly to the Sutra Pavilion to look for Na Xu after lighting the lamp.

Na Xu was writing "Bai Ze Tu", under the fire of the oil lamp, it was like the last drop of rain and dew left on the lotus petals after the rain, which was about to fall, but never fell.

It is the most touching and heartbreaking moment.

Seeing Mo Ya enter the room, Na Xu still smiled calmly, but still didn't speak.

"Have you made up your mind?" Mo Ya asked.

"En." After a moment of silence, Na Xu put down his pen and sat down.

"What did the master think about?"

"You want to see "Bai Ze Tu"." Na Xu generously pushed "Bai Ze Tu" under Mo Ya's nose.

Mo Ya's eyelids twitched slightly, very slightly.

"That day's game, the best person to find is my junior brother, but you just came to the Sutra Pavilion. That day, when you opened the door of the cabinet, I saw the book being turned over. I thought you were reading, and just heard the words in the cabinet. Only then did I find me."

If Na Xu doesn't say anything, it doesn't mean that he will never understand.

"I asked at the time, but you didn't answer. It was diverted by another topic." Yes, another very ambiguous topic, so it was diverted.

"You can ask."

"Answer or no answer, I don't force it. Sometimes, what I hear may not be true."

Naxu's pupils reflected the trembling flames.

"Na Xu, are you jealous?" Mo Ya's thoughts moved, and he was a little anxious to speak.

Na Xu glanced sideways, and regretfully withdrew "Bai Ze Tu": "You don't want to read it?"

Mo Ya sneered, angry: "You must be jealous! You don't admit it, it's just for your reputation."

"I don't know if I'm jealous, so I don't know." Nasu replied very modestly.

"Master, please speak simple and understandable to ignorant people." Mo Ya took off his shoes, touched Na Xu with his toes, and slowly climbed up to the middle of Na Xu's legs through his clothes.

"I've never seen jealousy before, I don't know."

Naxu picked up the pen holder lightly, and looked down at the nib of the pen rolling and absorbing ink on the inkstone, with gentle eyebrows.The pen is a bare brush, and the ink and inkstone are also ordinary things, which have passed through the years, are tattered, and are extremely rare.But in the waning moon, under the dim light, the written words appear calm and not ostentatious, quietly intertwined with the fragrance of ink.

Everything has become quite attractive.

It's very interesting, just like Nasu.

Mo Ya stretched out his hand to hold down the "Bai Ze Tu", and took up the hand.On a cold night, Naoto was very warm.

Mo Ya opened his mouth to enclose Na Xu's finger, sucking heartlessly.

There are calluses on the fingertips.

When the oil is about to run out, the lamp flower trembles and jumps, bursting out and stamens.

"Why did you keep that blind man?" Mo Ya's brows and eye corners conveyed romance.

"The poor monk wants to know if he can save the benefactor."

"Master Na Xu, you are evading responsibility." Mo Ya bit Na Xu's finger.Who has he got into trouble with, can anyone save him?Hehe, He Weifang thought too simple and beautiful.

"I just want to blaspheme you. Other people, even if they have sex with me, I won't be happy!" Mo Ya said viciously.

Na Xu stroked the monk's sleeves, and raised his eyes slightly, as if a pen containing ink was touched on rice paper, and it had already faded away inadvertently.

"It is said that Manjusri Bodhisattva once incarnated as a mortal and seduced a monk's family with sex. The monk was really tempted by his beauty. When he was about to break the precept of sex, Manjusri appeared in his original form..."

"You don't think I've changed from a Bodhisattva, do you?" Mo Ya raised his eyebrows.

Naxu shook his head and continued: "The Bodhisattva only asked the monk if he would still be tempted if the person who seduced him was ugly and had vulgar conduct."

"Manjusri kept seducing people first, but when he saw the other person taking the bait but failed, he still laughed at that person's obscenity. This is immoral for a Buddha." Mo Ya shook his head, then squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, "Then what?" ?”

"I've thought about it carefully. If it wasn't for you, the result... would be different." It was still a Buddhist language, esoteric and difficult to understand, but it was still a magical sound that made people feel magical.

Mo Ya was stunned, when did Na Xu's eyes become so deep, like a vast ocean, filled with a indulgent broadness.

"If you were someone else, you wouldn't care so much, would you? Since I'm so special in your heart, how is Master going to love me?"

"Contemplating the impurity of the body and contemplation of feeling is suffering. I can't save you, but I will accompany you." After a moment of silence, Nasu said a very important sentence.

If it wasn't for Mo Ya, the result would be different.

"So you like me so much that you don't even need cultivation!" Mo Ya was proud.

"I am not obsessed with personal cultivation."

"A very interesting confession." Mo Ya's eyes drifted, only to realize that the ink on the paper was still wet, and the words had already been reflected in his palm.

The characters are reversed, making it difficult to recognize.

So Mo Ya interrupted on purpose, raised his palms, and turned to Na Xu: "What word is that?"

"Tai Sui." Na Xu approached slightly and watched.

Mo Ya smiled cheaply, grabbed Na Xu, and fell on his back.

The inkstone fell, and the ink splashed on the ground half wet.

Mo Ya was suppressed, returned to his original temperament, grinned at his face, and murmured softly: "Contemplating feeling is suffering, but doing it is not suffering. Since we have passed the Buddha's wisdom, the master should make up the 'seduce with desire'" It's foreplay."

Na Xu's breathing fluctuated, but he did not get up, and stared fixedly into Mo Ya's eyes.

After the oil was exhausted and the lamp flower spit out the last puff of smoke, the flame gradually faded away.

In the cold moon, the monk in front of him is still so clear, with a slight smile, he is just foolishly waiting to hold on to Qingming!

Mo Ya held his breath, it's only been two days, this man thinks so thoroughly.

"Na Xu, I firmly believe that everything has to be paid for. If you didn't take advantage of it, the devil would believe that you would really help me! But," Mo Ya's face was uncertain, he wrapped his legs around Na Xu, with his toes along the Na Xu's back slowly rubbed, joint by joint, "If I really want to blaspheme you, what should I do?"

"If I take advantage of you, what do you want me to do for you?" Na Xu felt his heart beating again, and he used his hands to slightly distance them.

No matter how dark the night was, lust could still be seen in Mo Ya's eyes.

He sighed faintly by Na Xu's ear, pretending to be Na Xu's tone of compromise: "Why don't we have a good time, and I'll tell you the answer. Or, you recite the spell on me a hundred times, and I'll tell you the answer again. you choose."

That night seemed to be so cold, the silver ring was torn off, and the spray of blood splashed on Na Xu's chest that night, it was very warm.

Na Xu lowered his eyes and was speechless, the snake-like charm in his mind was churning on the top of the waves, like a heartbeat, getting faster and faster.

"It's wrong to be attached to lust, it's wrong to be attached to cultivation, it's wrong to be attached to redemption." Mo Ya pulled off his collar presumptuously, his body was still bruised and sinful, "There are many mistakes, it's better to follow your heart."

"Master Na Xu, don't disappoint me anymore." Mo Ya touched Na Xu's lips with a half-smile.

"I choose to chant the mantra." Na Xu smiled gently, fatally.

The night is getting darker, and the sky is getting colder.

You Guang hid under the altar in front of the Buddha, sat on his fat tail and looked up at the man who was chanting sutras.

The anger was so strong that he could knock on the wooden fish while dozing off, muttering words in his mouth.

Knocking his head for a while, Na Chen couldn't take it anymore, dropped his homework, kicked back to his room, and fell headlong on the bed.

Before going to bed, he did not forget to take out a peanut candy hidden under the pillow and put it in his mouth.

You Guang followed into the house, closed the door, and yawned, obviously sleepy too.So the little fat ball slowly floated up, and its tail turned into eight, surrounding itself in the middle.You Guang, who has a bad sleeping appearance, likes to use his tail as a pillow, tossing and tossing and sleeping one by one, and finally, he fell into a dream from exhaustion.

Soon, You Guang gnawed on his own tail, rubbing affectionately: "That Xu...hug!"

Na Chen smacked his lips, drooling: "Brother, I still want to eat peanut candy from Hu Niu's house in Wang Village..."

The night wind pierced through the treetops, and the wind tightened.

"Ah!" Gao Shou sneezed.

Di Ting, who was helping him apply the medicine, was startled by the sound of a sneeze, and the medicine fell to the floor and was useless.

Listen carefully and stare at Gao Shou.

"I'm sorry." Gao Shou wanted to come over to help clean up, but was stopped by Di Ting.

Di Ting pursed his lips and picked out his ears: "It's my fault that I was thinking about something and didn't pay attention. But, Gao Jieren, can you sneeze softly in the future?"

"I..." Gao Shou put his hands behind his hands, helplessly raised his big head and looked up at the lonely moon outside the window, "I will try my best to restrain myself." Now that he is listening to the truth, he feels a little inexplicably afraid, the kind of hair-raising.

Truth went out of the house to help Gao Shou get the ointment, but not far away Linhui was facing the Sutra Pavilion, standing alone by a big tree.Under the moonlight, the tears on his face turned into an unfathomable silver line, thin lips, and a cruel arc.