Painted skin jade series

The little monk was immersed in memories, stroking Zhu Biwu's open abdomen back and forth with his small hands, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "At the beginning, I cried and made noises, but after I tasted the beauty, I didn't want to leave. The master said, if you do Well done, I can teach you the secret technique to keep your face youthful."

"What kind of magic is this?" Zhu Biwu didn't believe it.

The little monk's eyes were full of yearning, and he said, "Didn't the Master of Long Live ask the national teacher to refine the medicine of immortality every year? If these are all sorcery, isn't the high-ranking teacher of the country a great demon?"

The little monk giggled, grabbed the corners of his clothes, tied them around his waist, exposed his naked lower body, lifted Zhu Biwu's hardened roots, put them in at one stroke, supported the bed, and moved up and down.

"Bewitching words to confuse the crowd." Zhu Biwu supported the young monk's waist, his eyes were deep.

"My lord comes from a noble family, so I don't bother to believe such demonic rumors," the young monk gasped for a moment, then tilted his head and said, "However, Mr. Chen, whom your lord asked, was rumored to have been enchanted by ghosts, violated the heavenly rules, and conceived with a male body. My lord ...Do you believe it or not?"

"Who did you listen to say these words?" Zhu Biwu raised his thick eyebrows.

The little monk giggled: "This temple is full of incense and people come and go, so there are naturally a lot of news."

Zhu Biwu didn't know whether what he said was true or not, and he had already made up his mind.

Seeing that Zhu Biwu's mind was wandering, the little monk twisted his inner acupoint tightly to lure him back to his senses.Zhu Biwu overwhelmed the young monk, lifted two flaps of the young monk's buttocks, kept sprinting, and after a hundred or so times, each of them vented.

The little monk was lying on the pillow, his body was delicate and soft, and he kept talking: "My lord, don't you like that Mr. Chen?"

"I also asked you, Wang Xu'an, why didn't you say that I like him?" Zhu Biwu was funny, he couldn't even remember the face of Mr. Chen's family, so why would he like him?

"Young Master Wang wants to enter the general's house, why would your lord move his mind?" the little monk muttered.

"You know a lot, you must be clear about my identity, why are you talking so many nonsense?" Zhu Biwu raised the corners of his lips dangerously, "...people who know a lot usually don't live Long. You don't want to live long?"

The little monk chuckled: "Have you said anything, little monk? I have forgotten it. If the benefactor understands that little monk feeds the Buddha believers with his body every day, he will know the little monk's mind."

"Three thousand worlds, cause and effect cycle, retribution is not good." The little monk said.

"Master is very right." Zhu Biwu embraced the young monk, put his hand into his loose monk robe, stroked his slender body back and forth, feeling the body warm up again under the touch of fingers after passion, "Huh? Emptiness is form, form is emptiness? "

The little monk curled up and hid in Zhu Biwu's arms.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and there is no color in the air.One thought fluctuates in the reality of all dharmas, and all appearances are false...

After Zhu Biwu's passionate encounters several times, he felt that he was riding on the clouds and mists to the highest sky, trampling on everything.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind.

Sight, smell, sound, taste, touch, dharma.

There is a person who is lingering back and forth with his body, walking together in the sky, light and shadow, turning the world upside down, with nothing in his body and mind.Ignorance and ignorance, ignoring the Buddhas of the three realms.

Feel, think, act, and know, escape from the physical body, and be free from joy and love.

The little monk has no taboos, openly accepts and leads visitors.Serve a feast.

In the majestic hall outside, the glass is clear and clean, the Buddha statue is solemn, there are sandalwood coils, and the sound of Sanskrit...

Not born, not destroyed, not dirty, not clean, not increasing, not decreasing...all beings are peaceful.

In this world, some things are very simple.

Truth breaks, money does not break.

The old doctor in the medical center was still sad that his precious cat, which he had raised for five or six years, had died unexpectedly, so he squatted in front of the cat's corpse to research the cause of death.

The poison powder that murdered Pikachu's life has been spilled from a milky white bottle into a certain medicine bowl through a pair of trembling hands.

The maid who brought the medicine was standing at the door talking and laughing with the old woman who embroidered magpies on her bib. The sun shone in front of the door and sprinkled into the threshold, like a layer of gold plating, a beautiful and peaceful afternoon.

"The temperature of the medicine is ready." The steaming medicine bowl was put on the tray and brought over from the side of the medicine stove.

The little servant girl jumped up and said cheerfully, "Ah, I almost forgot the medicine. The young master is afraid of hardship, so he has reheated it three times this time, and added a lot of licorice, so it's not bad to drink."

"There are candied sweet-scented osmanthus in the cabinet, put some on a plate." He opened the door of the cabinet with both hands, and came out with a jar of candied fruit.

"Mama Yu is the one who is more careful. In August, did you make it with the sweet-scented osmanthus from the garden? Are there many? I'll try it too." The little girl poked her head in.

"Send the medicine first, come back and get it, I'll leave it for you." Wrinkled hands rubbed the apron sheet uncomfortably.

"Well, I'll come back as soon as I go." The little girl carefully picked up the tray with the medicine bowl and candied fruit dish, and stepped out of the threshold.

"Young master's illness still hasn't improved? Half a month ago, he seemed to be getting better. For a while, he couldn't even get out of the garden. Hey..." The embroidering mother squinted her eyes, threaded her needles and threads against the sun, and smoothed her knees. The cloth on it was pierced in.

"It's almost ready." The people in the room stood in the shadows, nana responded, and didn't move for a long time.

"Young master is such a good person, with good looks and good temper. There is only one wife and grandma in this house..." the old mother of embroidery said, "You can only call a family if you marry a girl and have a baby."

"Yes, that's great." The voice in the room was so vague that it could hardly be heard clearly.An empty milky bottle was thrown into the soot-filled stove.

Is there anything money can't buy?

Having money works well.

The old man takes pity on the young and is afraid of death.

It is not difficult for Wang Xu'an to buy an old mother whose family has difficulties and raises a gambler son.

Take advantage of the loopholes and act decisively.Human life is but a finger twitch.

The Monkey Taoist priest in Slender Monkey Mountain is self-reliant on his ability and strength. He can guard against powerful demons and ghosts, but he can't guard against ever-changing people's hearts.

What's the use of a well-designed barrier?A bowl of medicinal juice that enters Hexiangyuan in a grand manner can kill a person.

The little maid brought something in and immediately withdrew.This is the recent rule in Hexiangyuan.

When Li Meijue was taking care of Chen Yuhui, Chen Yuhui didn't need anyone else to help her.

When the little maid exited the yard, she took a strange look at the Taoist priest lying in the center of the yard eating fruit.

The little Taoist raised his head, with a very handsome face.

The little maid blushed.

The little Taoist wiped it out of thin air, and his handsome face turned into a monkey face.

The little maid ran away screaming.

Chen Yuhui, who was sitting by the window in the room, heard the sound and looked out.

The little Taoist priest with a monkey face grinned and made a grimace, and waved the dried fruit in his hand to Chen Yuhui.

Chen Yuhui shook her head and smiled.

Warm sun, quiet courtyard, afternoon.

The medicine bowl was placed on the corner of the desk, steaming up.

Chen Yuhui held the book in her hand, staring at the medicine bowl in a daze.The heat was almost gone, so he took it slowly and drank it in one gulp.

very bitter.Frowning slightly, he picked up a piece of candied fruit with his fingertips and put it into his bitter mouth.

When Li Meijue was around, he was the first to try even the medicine.

Chen Yuhui once said with a smile that even if it is poisonous, ghosts will not be poisoned.

Li Meijue doesn't take it seriously, because it won't be poisoned, so I should taste it for you first. If it is too bitter, you can add sugar and boil it again.

Chen Yuhui couldn't help smiling when she thought of the look in the corners of Li Meijue's eyes and brows when she spoke.

Don't know what he's doing now?

Chen Yuhui's fingertips slowly stroked the pages of the book.

What is Li Meijue doing?He has never been a peaceful ghost.

The little Taoist asked Li Gui to go back obediently to avoid the taboo for a few days. Li Gui lingered outside the courtyard of Chen's house for a while, instead of going back to Li's house, he turned to Shi Yiming's house.

Wang Xu'an appeared in a sneaky manner, and Li Meijue was really worried about his bad taste, so he went to find someone.