Spring copy

That night when Na Xu was meditating, his heart still beat fast.

I remembered what the earliest master once said: "Na Xu, you have a demonic nature, so the Buddhist school cannot tolerate you, and I cannot shave you."

He has struggled with this sentence all his life, but now that he thinks about it, it is not unreasonable.

It turned out that I was far from becoming a Buddha, and my emotions and desires were deeply rooted, so I couldn't bear to be teased at all.

Thinking of this, Naxu's chest felt even tighter, and he got up under the discomfort, and went to copy the Heart Sutra that he carried with him.

After copying it for the third time, my mood began to calm down, but the feeling of boredom did not disappear. Nasu understood the situation, so he buried his head on the table, found a more comfortable position, and passed out very quietly again.

Exactly the same as before, Na Chen who lived with Na Xu didn't realize that his elder brother was dizzy at all, and was woken up by the growling belly the next day. Open the door and go out to find food by yourself.

It was just dawn outside the door before he stepped over the threshold and saw Mo Ya squatting at the door with his hands down.

"Little master is really hungry." Mo Ya greeted him.

Na Chen paused, was taken aback by him again, and stuttered: "Shi...benefactor, you...what are you squatting here for?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came to wait for you to get up."

"But you are injured, benefactor! You are still seriously injured!!"

"Oh, it's okay, I did it myself. Don't worry, my ghost won't come looking for you." Mo Ya blinked again.

The fat and short Na Chen didn't know what to do, and it took a while before he remembered to turn around.

"Brother..." Na Xu happened to wake up when he yelled these two words, and raised his head towards the door.

"The benefactor is not suitable for going out. If the benefactor wants to eat, I can send Naan to buy it..."

After the three of them left the inn, Na Xu kept thinking about it, but it didn't work.

Mo Ya in front of him was tall and long-legged, and he picked his ears all the way, ignoring him at all, and only stopped in front of a shop called Fuchunlou.

"One cage with crab roe, two cages with plain vegetables, and one pot of Yunding frozen tea." After sitting down, he began to order.

Na Xu hurriedly followed: "We only want vegetarian buns at the store, but you can't eat crab roe buns, the benefactor. Shrimp and crab are hair."

"One basket of crab roe buns, two baskets of vegetarian buns, and one pot of Yunding frozen tea." Mo Ya repeated, throwing an ingot of silver onto the table.

Since ancient times, Xiao Er has been closest to money, and when he saw this, he quickly copied the money and passed the dishes loudly.

The three-cage steamed buns were quickly served on the table, and when the lid was opened, the table was filled with steaming mist.

Mo Ya, who has never been indecent, picked up a chopstick, strung up two crab roe buns like a gourd, and raised his hand toward that: "Eat it, I can even hear your belly rumble."

"The donor's wound is not healed, so I can't eat this crab roe bun." Na Xu was very persistent.

Mo Ya squinted, took a bite first, and stuck out his tongue to lick the juice inside: "Why don't Master eat it for me, and I will eat Master's vegetarian bun."

Na Xu was speechless, walked over to sit beside him, and peeled the crab roe stuffing one by one for him, and placed the bun skins on his bowl: "If the benefactor really wants to eat, eat some bun skins, the skins are stained with juice , taste the taste."

"Master, you are so kind to me."

Nasu clasped his hands together.

"It's a blessing to have such a good lover!"

The last sentence absolutely shocked everyone, even Na Yan who was eating the steamed stuffed bun was frightened, hiccupped, and a piece of steamed stuffed bun was stuffed in his throat immediately.

"Brother, the money you just gave me is probably one or two." After the three of them left the restaurant, Na Chen was still hiccupping, "I knew that my brother was so rich, uh~, so I, uh~, don't need to be my elder brother's rosary." .”

"You pawned your elder brother's rosary? You pawned that string of rosary beads that suits your elder brother very well?"

"Well. Because I want to buy medicine for you."

"Where did you get it?"

"Over there, it's that... pawn shop, I don't know the characters." Na Chen stretched out his hand.

Before the words were over, Mo Ya had disappeared, and with a few long-legged steps, he lifted the curtain and entered the door of the pawn shop.

"It's a pawn ticket..." The shopkeeper of the pawn shop has a long and mean face as usual, and he doesn't raise his eyelids: "I'll take a look at the pawn ticket."

Na Chen backed away, feeling guilty, and began to eat his fingers, saying: "That... that... pawn ticket, it seems that I wrapped fried cakes for me to eat, after eating... I can't find it after eating." After finishing speaking, he sniffed, He seriously suspected that he had eaten that pawn ticket.

"I don't have a pawn ticket. It's a string of agarwood rosary beads. It's very rare. You can get it and bid for it." Mo Ya was still rich and powerful.

The shopkeeper didn't make a sound, and searched the back for a long time, and finally the cat's waist came out, and the rosary was placed on the counter: "50 taels!"

Na Yan was frightened, and stopped hiccupping: "But... But when I was hired, it was only one to twenty fifty dollars."

"50 taels, not less. In the future, when the Lord comes, I have to explain to others that it's a waste of time and effort, and I won't make any money."

"But benefactor, please see clearly, the one who came to be the rosary beads that day was my junior brother, and we are the masters." It was rare that even Na Xu couldn't stand it.

The shopkeeper still didn't even lift his eyelids: "I don't remember, 50 taels, not less!"

"Damn!" Mo Ya clapped his hands, "Don't you remember this kind of fat little monk who wears shabby clothes but eats?"

After hearing this, the shopkeeper finally raised his eyes, and took a cross look at the man.

"I remembered, the person who came to make this string of prayer beads that day was a thin, tall, rich lady. It's not such a short, fat, poor, bald ladle at all. 50 taels, I'll take it back if I don't have any money!"

It was overcast for a long time before he said this, and the three of them choked to death in a single sentence.

After carefully taking out five silver bills and throwing them on the counter, the three finally got the rosary and went out.

Mo Ya seemed to be in a good mood, humming a ditty while urging Na Chen: "I think you and your brother should hurry up, it's better to run."

"why?"

"Because someone will come after us soon."

"why?!"

"Because I sprinkled poisonous powder on those five silver bills just now, and the shopkeeper was counting them with saliva. I guess his tongue is too swollen to fit it into his mouth."

The prophecy was confirmed before the words were finished, five strong men rushed out from the street, the leader was the shopkeeper, his tongue was sticking out purple, he looked like a bitter summer dog.

"Run, or they will knock out all your teeth and make you unable to eat!" Mo Ya raised his brows.

The annoyant was terrified when he heard the words, and hurriedly hugged the rosary, and the little fat meat shook away in the dust.

The five strong men pulled their legs out and quickly chased after Mo Ya like a ghost.

Mo Ya didn't move, just stood there playing with his left hand with his right.

"The antidote!" The shopkeeper's tongue was too big, so it was difficult to hear the words.

"No." Mo Ya raised his head, playing with his left hand and his right hand, calm and composed like a hero, and opened his arms against the wind.

The five strong men felt a little guilty and took a step back collectively.

"Why don't you just give me a beating? If you are afraid of hurting me, I am not your Grandpa Mo."

As a result, he spoke to the hero in front of him, calmly and fearlessly, and even took a step forward.

After about three cups of tea, the five thugs were really exhausted from beating, and they couldn't find any antidote, so they started cursing.

Hero Mo Ya really kept his word, he didn't even hum, he just got up and shook his ashes, squatted down to look at Na Xu whose monk's clothes were torn to pieces: "Actually, you should run, there are so many of them, you You can't protect me by lying on me like this, and you are beaten in vain."

Na Xu was severely beaten and was a little dizzy. It took him a long time to find Mo Ya's position, and he only asked, "Benefactor, are you okay?"

"Ask me instead of asking yourself, it seems that the spell has begun to work." Mo Ya opened his white teeth: "You really fell in love with me."

"Benefactor, don't play anymore."

"You just fell in love with me, but your reflex arc is relatively long, and you haven't figured it out yet, it's okay, I can wait."

Na Xu shut up, thought for a while, and finally said seriously: "Benefactor, you should stop playing, I don't care, but if you continue to play like this, I'm afraid you will kill yourself."

Mo Ya paused for a while, turned his head, and said, "I deserve to die, so what does it have to do with Master?"

"donor……"

"Because I'm the master's sweetheart, so the master insists on taking care of me?" This sentence lost its shape again.

Na Xu had nothing to say, and stood up: "Why don't we go back to the inn."

Mo Ya didn't move for a long time, put his hands on his knees, gasped for breath, and finally said, "If I say I can't stand up now, do you think I'm playing again?"

Na Xu lowered his head, only to see that his wound had already burst open, and now the hem of his brown clothes was dripping, dripping a lot of blood from the boss.

"If the master doesn't love me, I don't mind squatting here until I die." This person was so pale that he could still laugh.

Naxu sighed, sighed and sighed again, and finally squatted down with his back to him.

"Come up, I'll carry you back."

At the same time, in the border town of the desert, Mr. Gao Shougao is in the middle of a dream.

He actually put his arms around a man, talking and laughing happily.The man in his arms has romantic eyes, and he is like a local emperor, gradually turning the clouds and rains upside down, and they have reached the most critical moment in their performance.

Gao Shou sat up in surprise, looked at his lower body nervously, and breathed a sigh of relief.

This spring dream can be regarded as waking up.

The wind was whistling against the window, and the air was still dry during the day in the desert.The bright sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtain, making him dizzy.

The price of a hangover.

Gao Shou rubbed his temples, his hands were sticky. Immediately, he felt something was wrong when he saw everything just now.

He was sitting, with the hanging curtains, on which the bewitching passionflowers were in full bloom, densely surrounding this... bloody bed.

In an instant, Gao Shou's face turned pale.

Last night, he really hugged a man.At that time, the man's eyes were like water, and he was a real beauty.Now, he has handsome eyebrows, but he is a dead body.

Not only that, the dead body has no eyes, and the two extremely empty blood holes are facing the ceiling.

The whole face was twisted in horror.

Gao Shou was completely disgusted. It's not that he has never seen a dead person, but it was the first time he had such a close contact.

At this time, someone jumped out of the window and approached the big bed lightly.Gao Shou was vigilant, his body tensed, and he was secretly lucky.

A hand came in from outside the tent and lifted the curtain abruptly.

At the same moment, Gao Shou grabbed the wrist of the visitor.

A bloody feeling lingered between the two of them.

Under the sunlight, the man's faint shadow was cast on Gao Shouguang's body.

Gao Shou's fearful feelings were shattered at once.

Just because the owner of the hand has a joyful face.

After a smile on the face of joy, a sneer appeared, and the eyes gradually formed a thin slit.

This is the second time Diting has seen Gao Shou, and Gao Shou is still naked.

Di Ting looked up and down at the naked Gao Shou, and finally landed on his lower body.

"Not only is your waist very good, but your waist is also very majestic, very good." Di Ting's eyes were also bent into two.

Gao Shou's face instantly became paler than before.He immediately let go of his grasping hand and lifted the bloody sheet to cover his vitals.

"What are you looking at!? Where's Mo Ya?"

"You killed someone." Di Ting ignored Gao Shou's guilty conscience and pointed to the eyeless corpse on the bed.

"not me!"

"It's you."

"It's really not me, you can take me to see the official." He was not afraid, he was innocent.

"You messed with a man." Di Ting pointed again.

"I didn't!" He was really innocent, absolutely innocent, because he had reasons to be innocent.

Di Ting leaned down, looked at the corpse carefully, looked sideways, and stepped back in a good-tempered manner.

"I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"What?"

Di Ting smiled brightly, "The good news is that you didn't kill anyone, so you don't need to see an official."

"Ah?" Gao Shou was completely dull.

"The bad news is you made this one, not a human."

"I didn't do it..." Before Gao Shou could finish his defense, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the corpse beside him melted into a cloud of green smoke, and when the smoke cleared, the human corpse in front of him turned into a fox corpse.

"You... what kind of demon technique did you use!" Gao Shou squeezed the bed sheet with one hand, and wanted to listen to it with the other, but unexpectedly, he fell off the bed with his buttocks in the sky and his face on the ground.

Di Ting looked at Gao Shou's buttocks, and said leisurely: "He is a vixen in the first place. He may not be able to get anything if he wants to seduce you. It's just that he won't lose money by stealing chickens."

Gao Shou rolled up the dirty sheets, glared and listened.

"Alright, what I'm looking for doesn't seem to be here, so I'm leaving." Di Ting tried hard to blow the fine sand from his nostrils, and clasped his fists at Gao Shou who was on the ground.

"You can't go," Gao Shou was really anxious, and rushed to hug Di Ting's thigh, "Only you can prove that he has turned into a fox!" The man he drank.

The one who died was not a human, but a demon, this, this, this—who would believe it!

Only listening can prove that he is not talking nonsense.

Di Ting was taken aback for a moment, squatted down, and looked at Gao Shou at eye level, then, his brows gracefully curved with joy, approached Gao Shou leisurely, and kissed Gao Shou affectionately.

Gao Shou petrified.

When it was petrified, Gao Shou saw Di Ting stood up, shook his head coolly, flew out of the window, and said coldly: "You beast, you like this!"

As soon as the wind passed by, the wet water mark on his face was blown chilly.

"Where's Mo Ya, and those who are with you!" Gao Shou then remembered the business.

"Go back early!" Di Ting turned around outside the window, and stuck out his tongue at him: "They turned back halfway, and they didn't get here at all. You chasers, you actually overtook them and rushed in front of them, how happy you are!" Zi didn't know at all, it really wasn't an ordinary bar head!!"