Spring copy

29 days later, by the prison pool, Mo Ya drew No.70 eight horizontal lines.

In less than a month, I put the oil in the pan 78 times, and the taste is really ecstasy.

In fact, how many times should be played in total, and when the effect will be the best, Ksitigarbha couldn't tell why, so he pinched his fingers and made up a nine-nine-nine 81 times.

81 minus 78 equals three.

Mo Ya, who has always been bad at mathematics, calculated this arithmetic over and over again, and finally persuaded himself to stand up from the prison pool.

The body is naked, and he has no sense of shame, and has never asked Di Ting for clothes.

Sitting by the pool, there was nothing to see, so he looked at his naked body cheaply.

The next time the oil pan is soaked in the prison water again, it will be like shedding a layer of skin. He has shed 78 times now, so he is new from head to toe, his skin is pink and delicate, and there is not even a single scar.

The dense scars on the collarbone, the magic spell tattooed on the waist...all Zuo Nan left him were washed away.

He is very clean now, so clean...even a little out of harmony.

"No. 70 nine times." Finally, Mo Ya got ready, took a deep breath, and stood up straight barefoot.

At this moment, Di Ting rushed in, saw his back, and couldn't help but secretly cursed at his mother again.

Indeed, this pervert's figure is much better than that of Gao Juren from his family, but Gao Juren is pure and feminine, and the most important thing is that he is a virgin!

Thinking of this, Di Ting felt much more comfortable, and coughed behind Mo Ya.

"The list of emperors in the human world." After Mo Ya turned around, he handed over the things and plucked his ears: "Reward Naxu, you can take a look."

Mo Ya took the paper over.

The person in the portrait is obviously a master, with just a few strokes, the lines on the paper are full of charm, eyebrows folded and hands down, indifferent to the world.

"It is said that it was the slander of the new national teacher, saying that some recent bizarre disasters were related to Na Xu, and your emperor made this decree, but fortunately, it is a kindness for you, asking to be captured alive." Listening to listen to the ears again .

"National Division?"

"I checked and found out that the national teacher has nothing to do with Naxu."

Mo Ya immediately understood, sighed, and folded the imperial list one by one.

"Give me this list, that is, they already have the news of Naxu?" He asked again after folding it.

"Yes. There is a reward of 100 taels of gold. I underestimated the weight of the gold. It is said that the national teacher is already on the way, and he has a distinguished guest with him."

"I want Gao Shou to take Na Xu away."

"After leaving, the national teacher's trip was in vain, and the reward was increased to 1000 taels?"

Mo Ya was silent, his dark blue eyes staring at the ground.

"The purpose of the Tilia Society is you. Your problems should not be borne by Nasu." Di Ting took a step forward and met his gaze.

Mo Ya was still speechless, the precious prison water from his hair fell down one after another, hitting the ground drop by drop.

"If I didn't fall into ashes." After a while, he licked his lips: "You can bring my bones to Naxu's side, plant an apricot tree on it, and give the monk pickled sweet apricots to eat if there are apricots. .”

"it is good."

"Even if I'm ashamed, you can actually shovel the land up."

"it is good."

Mo Ya didn't know what to say when he got down.

Fertilized after death, maybe the lonely soul is still there, and he can silently watch Na Xu grow old or attain enlightenment. This can be regarded as a very harmonious ending for him and Na Xu.

Mo Ya sighed, straightened his hair, reached out to Diting, and said, "Give it to me."

"what?"

"Clothes." Mo Ya raised his eyebrows: "Forget about the inside, at least you take off the outside for me, don't you want me to go out like this?"

The climate in the desert has always been weird, and it is extremely cold at night. Even if a fire is lit, the limbs are still cold.

Since being drenched by You Guang's handful of plague blood, Linhui's body has obviously not been as good as before, and even the only right eye that can be seen has become blurred.

"Hello." Lin Hui gathered up his clothes and kicked the national teacher beside him.

The national teacher woke up with a start, and quickly crawled over.

Lin Hui didn't say much, she spread her five fingers, inserted into his hair, and buried his face under her crotch.

The national teacher immediately understood, stretched out his hand and took out his belongings, rubbed it against his face very dedicatedly, and stuck out his tongue to tease gently.

"Swallow it in." Linden said hoarsely, pulling his hair tighter.

The national teacher nodded, carefully swallowed his things, and then went deep into his throat.

In the narrow corridor, being swallowed by the slippery and warm throat, and the whirling wind blowing by the side, this feeling is very illusory, so illusory that the linden will actually have an illusion.

Behind the crackling fire he saw a man squatting motionless, with his long hands resting on his knees, his hair loosely tied on top of his head in a messy bun.

At this time, the national teacher was even harder to swallow, because the insertion was too deep, and he even choked on tears.

Tilia would still hold him by the hair, telling him to go faster and deeper, looking over the top of his head to the silhouette behind the fire.

The wind blows over the fire, through the messy bun, and the hair is messy.

The owner of the silhouette blinked slowly.

The national teacher whimpered, feeling that the thing in his mouth was hot, as if it was going to puncture his throat.

The owner of the silhouette moved at this moment, stepped on the fine sand, picked up a burning piece of wood from the fire, held it in his hand and leaned over quietly.

"Hi." Mo Ya, who was holding a torch, with bright eyes, came up to him and knelt down slowly.

Linhui opened his mouth, a groan came out of his throat, his body heaved, unexpectedly reached an orgasm at this moment, hot white turbid liquid rushed out, and overflowed from the numb mouth of the national teacher in an instant.

The rainy season is always very short, and the desert quickly sinks into eternal thirst.

Because he had to draw water from the deep dry well with a rope, thick calluses had already grown on Na Xu's palms.

Now that the moon was bright and the stars were thin, Na Xu was fetching water by the well.

Fetching water, one bucket after another, anyway, the well water is never dry, and it will never run out.

Nasu really felt that this was a very good way to spend the long night.

The No.14 bucket was filled with water, and Nasu was already soaked in sweat when he was pulled up, and the wound on his left chest was also aching.

According to the order, this bucket of water should be sent to Xiao Xia's family. This child is very poor, both parents are dead, and the only grandpa is a drunkard.

Naxu took a breath, stood up on his knees, carried the water, and when he walked to the earth wall of Xiao Xia's house, he saw the child hugging his knees, squatting quietly by the courtyard gate like a kitten.

This is a girl, although she is very thin and has a scab head, but she has big and deep eyes, if you look at it against the light, there will be a little blue in the jet black.

"What's wrong?" Na Xu went over, knelt down and looked at her tenderly.

The little shrimp whimpered and threw himself into his arms, shrugging his shoulders and crying.

Na Xu didn't ask her the reason again, and she didn't say anything when she asked, because when she was in a hurry, she would bang her head against the wall.

"Okay." Na Xu patted her on the back, picked out the one she liked and said, "I have a master here, and I will let him go to gather medicine for a few days, and he will definitely be able to cure your dysentery."

Xiao Xia sniffed, lay on his shoulder, gradually stopped crying, and reached out to stroke his hair.

"May I wash your hair for you?" Feeling it, Xiao Xia raised his head: "I have a horn comb!"

Na Xu froze for a moment, the girl had already run into the house, groped in the dark, found her comb and ran out.

Originally, the water in the desert is so precious that it should not be used to wash hair.

But such a truth, to a girl named Xiao Xia who has never seen a shrimp, who has a comb but no hair, Na Xu can't explain it.

So Xiao Xia washed his hair for him. There was no soap, and the washing was very sloppy, but he combed it very carefully, and combed it countless times with the water stained.

"Brother is not happy recently. He always gets up in the middle of the night to fetch water. I have seen you many times in the window." As he combed, Xiao Xia talked to him.

"I can't sleep because of something on my mind." Na Xu raised his head and looked at the moon: "Besides, the rainy season is over, and the water in this well will soon flow back to Crescent Moon Lake. It's good if I get more water."

"Xiao Xia couldn't sleep because of an itchy head and being beaten by grandpa. Why can't brother fall asleep?"

Na Xu's chest stagnated, and there was a faint pain.

Although Buddhism also has penance, it never teaches people to abuse themselves. It is not something he would do if he stays up late at night and bears the pain all night long.

The person who will do this kind of thing should be the Mo benefactor.

The one who didn't look back when he left, and claimed to have let go... Mo Ya's benefactor.

"I couldn't sleep because I couldn't figure out some things." Nasu lowered his head, somehow, he was unaware of this girl.

"Because you missed someone?"

This sentence is so sharp.

Nasu lowered his head, and suddenly felt that the needle hanging in his heart had been pierced to the real place, and he was relieved in an instant.

Yes, he was still thinking about him.

During the day, when the desert sun was scorching hot, he would wonder if he would squat under the sun, without drinking water all day, and roast himself into dried fish.

At night, he wondered if he would stay up, with blood-red eyes, standing by someone's bed and flirting with others.

I wonder if he has gone back, has he untied the deadlock, will he keep his word, as he promised himself, and stop embarrassing himself.

Standing in the wilderness, it is him with a lone eagle above his head; standing by the well, it is him with the moon pouring in the water... I didn't think about him with satisfaction from morning to night, but he was the sword hanging above my head, falling from time to time, every time He was seriously injured every time and lost his mind.

More recently, these demons have become even more illusions.

I always feel that he is still there. When it is raining, he is not far away from the rain. At night, he is beside me, with wet hands around my waist, blowing in my ears, hot and spicy. .

Then he began to dream, he really came back, he was so thin that he had a blood hole on his shoulder, he stretched out a hand to himself, and said, "Monk, I still want another heart from you."

The dream is brief, but the problem is protracted.

If he comes back, if his knot is still unsolved and he needs another heart, will he give it to him?

Since it's just hypothetical, the answer doesn't make any sense.But he was tortured by this problem and could not sleep at night. No matter how many times he wrote the Heart Sutra silently, he could not calm down.

"I shouldn't think about him anymore." Holding the hideous scar on his heart, Na Xu said lightly, "Because he doesn't need it. If I just stick to it, I will only become a burden to him."

Xiao Xia's hand stopped for a while, and he said after a while: "But it's hard. I also know that I shouldn't think about my mother anymore, and she won't come back, but..."

"Your mother raised you and treated you sincerely. You should always think of her."

"how about you?"

Nasu couldn't answer that question.

Maybe Mo Ya treats him with sincerity, because of guilt, because of his obsession, he digs his heart with five fingers, but he still can't dig him away.

So I really became his burden.

So I shouldn't think about him, Mo Ya is really just a demon to the monk, the more he cuts, the longer it is, just like the messy hair behind him.

"Do you like my hair?" His thoughts turned here, Nasu turned his head and asked the sharp-eyed Xiaoxia.

"I like it!"

"Then I'll give it to you, okay? Make it into a fake hair. You can wear it on your head, and you can comb it every day and braid it into long braids."

Xiao Xia covered her mouth, her eyes gleamed with joy, and said, "Then what about you, brother?"

"I'm a monk, such excess hair, and those obsessions, should not be there for monks."

With a soft voice, Na Xu raised his face towards the full moon, the side face was covered with luminous light, and the lines were actually very rigid.