Spring copy

The third year.

sixth book.

Naxu rubbed his eyes and closed the sixth "Heart Sutra".

The ancient Heart Sutra is not just a few words, but a thick volume.

At first, it was Mo Ya who was looking for the spell. According to the routine in The Deer and Ding Ji, he first dismantled the book, and held each page to the light to see if there was any interlayer inside, shredded paper or something inside.

No, the Buddhist school is no better than the royal family. The book is very rough and the paper is very thin. When you shine it on the oil lamp, it is clear that there is nothing inside.

Mo Ya didn't give up, so he roasted, soaked in water, stewed in oil, even bit his fingers, and sprinkled a lot of dog blood on the book. In short, he used all kinds of methods of the CIA spy station, and the six scriptures were still good. , no clue at all.

Na Xu was in a lot of pain, and it was inconvenient to talk about it, so he had to carefully arrange and close the books. He couldn't take it anymore, so he took one to read.

"There are four typos in this Heart Sutra."

After closing the book, he was bored and said something casually.

Mo Ya, who was squatting by the side, was startled when he heard the words, probably because his desire was too strong, and suddenly he had an open mind, randomly took out another book from the table, handed it to the monk with a "snap", and said, "Then this book Well, do you have this book, how many are there?"

After being forced to read for an entire hour, with eyes full of stars, Na Xu finally answered him: "There are also four of these books."

The two looked at each other and immediately understood that this was definitely not a coincidence.

"Blood out of the heart", "A world of five turbidities".

Na Xu copied these eight characters down, and sighed: "Seniors have ingenious ideas, this ancient heart sutra is profound and difficult to understand, unless someone from my school, and unless I am an idiot, who would read it so carefully, and who would?" I know there are typos in there."

"Yes, yes, master is smart, and there is no other in the world." Mo Ya hastily flattered, "I'll get some hot water for master's eyes, master, and read these four books by the way." Four brick-like scriptures were pushed in front of Naxu.

After being served with hot water, Na Xu naturally couldn't shirk it, so he could only continue pressing his temples.

At first Mo Ya was squatting beside him, his eyes were shining brightly, but he couldn't hold back the hypnosis from the scriptures, so he slowly started to stumble, half squatting against the table leg, and unexpectedly fell asleep.

Na Xu laughed, so he dropped the scriptures in his hand and carried him to bed.

Just as the man was put on the bed, he jumped up suddenly, grabbed Naxu's right hand, and said, "The seventh scripture is with you, right? Why didn't you take it out? Is it with you?"

"There is no problem with me." Na Xu said softly.

The seventh scripture had actually been eaten by dogs, a fact he had never dared to tell Mo Ya.But it doesn't matter now, he has silently read that book countless times, and he is the best at knowing where the typos are.

"Oh."

Hearing his words, Mo Ya immediately responded, with a weird smile on his lips, and fell down on the spot.

He didn't wake up at all, the sentence just now was his dream and also a heart disease.

After falling asleep, he didn't hold Na Xu's hand so firmly, he just held it leisurely, but Na Xu didn't break free.

If I remember correctly, Mo Ya hasn't slept for five days since he got the sixth book.

Because of the burning spell, Na Xu could feel the torment in his heart.

He can't wait for a moment. If he can't go back, he will be flooded, burned, and broken into ashes. He and the world will die together.

This desire is so strong, so strong that his thread... is nothing but a mustard in his heart.

"The Buddha will fulfill you, and I... will also fulfill you."

He didn't stand beside Mo Ya for too long, Na Xu only made his heart sad for a moment, then he withdrew his hand, bent down, and covered Mo Ya with the shabby quilt in the temple.

The rooster crowed at Tianming, and Mo Ya was still grinding his teeth in his dream.

Outside the window, mountains and blue sky are endless.The light protruding from the clouds is full of light, outlining the outline of the distant mountains.

The desk lamp flickered, and finally went out.

In front of the window, there was a person with a jade pendant on his waist, resting his head on the window lattice, with a sprouting willow in his mouth, smiling at Na Xu: "Good morning, Na Xu."

Na Xu was not surprised, "Good morning, Bai Ze."

Bai Ze glanced at the scriptures on the desk, and smiled deeply: "There is only one left." With his back to the spring, his eyes also had a trace of green.

Na Xu nodded and said yes.

"Where is the seventh book, do you have a direction?"

"Torn apart by dogs and eaten."

Bai Ze choked for breath, he committed suicide so many times back and forth, yet he didn't see the result.

Na Xu understood and smiled: "You are really nervous about the ninth door. Why?"

"Because," Bai Ze smiled wryly, "it is Qingluan's last wish to open the ninth gate; it can also give me the hope of dying."

"Although the seventh book has been destroyed, the poor monk remembers the contents." After a long pause, Na Xu said slowly, his tone neither serious nor serious.

"Very well, after you find out the location of the ninth door, I will tell you where the key is."

Naxu paused, nodded and said, "It's a deal."

Satisfied Bai Ze laughed happily, was getting carried away with complacency, coughed uncontrollably, and covered his mouth with his sleeve when he coughed.

Na Xu frowned: "What?"

"It's okay, I just took some poison." Bai Ze waved his hand, disapproving.

"Let me see."

Taking advantage of the situation, Bai Ze took Na Xu's hand firmly, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in Na Xu's ear with his blood-stained mouth: "Actually, the key is your heart."

The words sprayed in the ear are so warm.

"My heart?"

"That's right your heart, if I tell lies, I will be punished to live the same life as heaven and earth." Bai Ze coughed more and more, but his tone was very enthusiastic: "To fulfill him, you need your heart, and you must be willing, monk, you I can think clearly."

After Bai Ze left, Na Xu sat there like a clay sculpture for a long time, then began to complain of chest tightness, pushed Mo Ya out, and lay on the bed for a day and a night.

This day and night, Mo Ya wore stars and moons, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. In the morning, he finally found an excuse, and brought hot water for Na Xu, saying it was to wash his face.

"Are you reluctant to let me go, so you don't want to read scriptures anymore?" Mo Ya entered the door, squeezed a warm handkerchief and handed it to Na Xu.

Nasu didn't answer.In fact, everyone knows that the answer is not important.

"I've finished reading the first six books, and picked out the typos." Naxu got up, took the veil and wiped his face, very slowly.

"What about the seventh book? Isn't the seventh book already on you?"

"I lost that book. The first time I went out with you, I lost it. The dog snatched it and tore it to pieces."

After this sentence, Na Xu felt Mo Ya's heart shrink suddenly, as if a thread of trembling blood was pulled out from every pore.

Unable to bear him suffering for another moment, Na Xu quickly said, "I have copied that Heart Sutra many, many times, and I remember every word in it, so it doesn't matter."

"what!"

"Be more cautious, I should still write this book silently, but there is no paper in the temple..."

Before the words were finished, Mo Ya had already started to undress.

Then Na Xu heard him say, not paying attention, "Come, stay silent on me."

The pen passes the ink and stays, a little bit charming.

The wind that entered the house also slowly froze.

Spring is unique.

The pen is dotted, and the ink marks are deep and shallow.

Great font, cadence.

After fighting silently until the end, a pair of attackers were out of breath, and only had the strength to speak.

The seventh volume of the Heart Sutra is completely naked.

Na Xu calmed down, and gently circled the last four characters on Mo Ya's back.

"All right, the door-opening spell is a poem, with a total of 28 characters." He said, and finally put down his pen.

Mo Ya was naked, looked at him, and suddenly smiled, stretched out his arms, hugged him tightly and blew into his ear: "Okay, it's over. Then we..."

Na Xu's eyes were calm, as if he was preoccupied, Mo Ya thought he would definitely refuse.

But he didn't, he even stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Ya's waist tremblingly during those gaps when Mo Ya was teasing him.

"This is the last time, Monk, show your skills!" When Mo Ya hoarsely rolled the ink and hot sweat all over his body, his hands suddenly tightened, and he approached him with all his strength, viciously Kissed.

"If you go back, will you..."

After the joy, Na Xu's face was pale and bleak.

"I will miss you." Mo Ya understood him, but his tone was insincere. Just now, his fingernails were bleeding due to excessive force, and now he was holding his finger in his mouth.

"Or, you just want me to open this door for you?"

Mo Ya didn't speak, but only looked at him with eyes, deep in his eyes, there was a strange blue color.

——If I tell you that the first thing I do when I go back is to die with that person, master, will you let me go back?

——So I won't miss you, through that door, I have no future, we are destined to end here.

He can't say these words, so he can only hide them in the depths.

After a long time, Na Xu sighed and said, "Going back, is it really that important to you?"

"Yes. If not, I'd rather die."

"After you go back, you won't embarrass yourself anymore?"

"Yes."

Mo Ya didn't lie, dead people don't embarrass themselves.

"Well, you are ready to leave, after seven days, the ninth door will open." Na Xu no longer sighed.

"Okay." Mo Ya was also calm, and slowly opened his arms to hug Na Xu who was also naked.

Na Xu was emaciated, and even after being obscene, he still exuded a light and bitter smell.

It is this person who has been together for 240 days and has never lost his temper with himself once.

It was this person who cast a burning spell on himself and was willing to share the pain he had suffered.

It was this person who abandoned Qingxiu and Buddha for himself.

There is only one person in this world who can only treat himself well, with all his heart, without complaining or asking for anything in return.

"Na Xu." At the moment when he gradually let go of his embrace, Mo Ya felt tiny bubbles popping in his already numb heart, and he wondered if it was guilt or not.

"Na Xu... Monk." He said, and repeated, "Thinking of me, if you can't stand it anymore, go find someone else, wander around the world, and become a fucking monk of the generation."

Na Xu didn't answer him, didn't agree or refuse, and didn't look at him again, just lowered his head, and slowly put his hands together.