[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

In the end, Chen Wei still didn't think it was too much trouble to move, and carried the statue confidently to his side hall, "Don't be so troublesome, I will practice with myself first, anyway, we look alike, I will find a bronze statue Put the mirror on the table, draw yourself first, and then come to draw you after learning.”

The reasons and ideas are quite sound, and Xuanzang can't find any loopholes, so he can only watch helplessly as he runs away with the statue in his arms.

In the next few months, the pair of mandarin ducks in Yongqian agreed to come and invite the Buddha statue in three days, but the Buddha statue was three days after three days, and it took a full three months to see the Buddha statue.

The ten students in the Sutra Pavilion and the five apprentices later, without external disturbances, began to devote themselves to their studies and made rapid progress.

Chen Wei in the side hall is also very busy, copying the registration records of the group of demons every morning, drawing himself in front of the bronze mirror in the afternoon, and practicing on the statue with a carving knife in the evening.

In three months, countless statues were destroyed in his hands, and more Luoyang rice paper was used than the ten students in the main hall.

Both Baijian and Hujiu couldn't stand the boredom, so they went to learn magic with Xuanzang's five new apprentices.

By the way, Chen Wei's own spells didn't stop, and monsters like Hu Jiu couldn't beat him now, even if a tiger monster appeared, he would still dare to fight back and forth a few times.

After three full months, after finally being able to draw 80.00% of his own appearance, the mortal monk sitting in the side hall dropped the charcoal pencil in his hand and looked at the paper clearly and clearly. Himself, spit out a long mouthful of dirty air.

Standing up and rubbing his sore neck, he walked towards the main hall.

"It's so late?"

People walking in the aisle looked up at the starry sky outside the window, the clouds and the moon were dim, the wind sounded through their bodies, and the cicadas and frogs in the distance rose and fell.

Chen Wei walked to the main hall and looked away from the window, habitually looking at the person who was waiting for him on the futon every day.

This—looking at the past, the person who used to either correct students' homework or translate those Sanskrit scriptures by himself did neither of these two things today.

The man in the ordinary brown monk's robe was silently using his arm as a pillow, lying on the desk and falling asleep.

Chen Wei put down his raised foot lightly, walked up to the man silently, dragged a student futon over, sat down on Xuanzang's right hand side, and lightly lifted him Move the homework that has not been corrected on the table to him, and bring the inkstone that is easy to get dirty directly, and put it in a far away place, so that the sleeping place can be larger.

After doing this, Chen Wei gently pulled out the writing brush that the other party had fallen asleep and hadn't put down, moved it to his own hand to re-stain the ink, opened the homework of those students, and Chen Wei also moved the luminous pearl used for lighting come over.

The ten students are now making great progress in their studies. The [-]-character Diamond Sutra was eliminated after three months of study, and now they are learning the "Li Zhenru Sutra", which has a total of [-] books. , Chen Wei concentrated on correcting the homework, picking out the mistakes and marking the correct content for the students.

Xuanzang had already annotated three of them, and Chen Wei only had to annotate the remaining seven.

After reading all the seven homework books, Chen Wei heard two wooden fish beeps from the water clock outside the main hall.

It was the unique sound of Zishi, Chen Wei stopped writing and looked outside the dark door, then looked back and continued to tidy up the homework in his hand, putting these seven homework books together with the ones that Xuanzang had annotated before , put down the pen again.

The mortal monk who had finished everything, looked around, his eyes turned around on the stacked bookshelves, and finally fell on the faces of the people around him.

Chen Wei took his legs off the futon and straightened them out. He imitated Xuanzang's way and put his arms on the table, resting his head on it. He lay on his side with his head tilted, silently watching the sleeping monk beside him.

This face, he used the bronze mirror to paint and looked at it for three whole months, it was obviously the same, but it seemed to be a little different?

The mortal monk looked at the pair of closed eyelids, quietly raised his left hand and poked it.

The round index finger with manicured nails poked the face, and the flesh was slightly sunken on the spot. Chen Wei loosened his hand, and the sunken place was smoothed out again.

The finger poked it again, and then sank again—Xiao Kuai, who played back and forth three times, raised the corner of his mouth silently, and the troublesome finger also shifted position.

Moving from the cheeks to the brow bone, Chen Wei still remembers that a certain miscellaneous book said that a good-looking person had the most standard three-profile and five-eyes. The width is the atrium, and the width from the bottom of the nose to the lower jaw is the lower atrium.

The length of the three courts - the same is the sign.

A certain left hand slowly opened, and gestured between the forehead and the brow bone—after a while, pinched the mark on his finger and began to gesture downward again.

-The road went down to the lower court, and Chen Wei moved his hands just now, and he couldn't tell whether the width of his finger gestures had become larger or smaller.

I had no choice but to stretch out my hand and start again directly from the lower court. In order to measure it more clearly, the person lying on the table sat up straight and leaned over to approach the sleeping person, and wanted to put his left hand back on the lower court position.

Seeing that the position is only a few inches away, the person who held his breath and moved carefully, was caught before his hand was placed in position.

The person sleeping soundly on the desk opened his deep black eyes, and pulled him closer with a smile on his lips: "You are so close to me, are you fascinated by the wild mandarin duck again?"

"No ah.

The Buddha who leaned over to kiss, swallowed the words of denial and entangled with him. In order to measure the three courts, five eyes and half standing people, he was directly pulled into the opponent's arms by the strong and powerful palm. After being stuck between the body and the desk and unable to escape, I slowly savored it.

The mortal monk was in a daze, his breathing was unstable and his heartbeat was messy when he was kissed, and at the same time, he concentrated on trying to explain to the other party several times.

"Hmm..." The person who explained the failure and the tool was snatched away completely gave up struggling, and the sound of water entangled with lips and teeth echoed in his ears.

Chen Wei didn't dare to think about it or listen to it, and obediently let the holy monk lead him away.

After the long heart-pounding game was over, the mortal monk looked at the delicate silver thread pulled out by the holy monk when he withdrew—everyone was paralyzed by time.

"I said—do you believe that I wasn't tempted just now?" After Chen Wei finished speaking, he felt that this sentence seemed to be discriminatory.

It seems that he was talking about the incident of them kissing just now, and quickly organized his dazed brain to re-interpret: "I said that before you woke up, I was not moved, not that I didn't notice the incident when you kissed me just now." Heart--"

This explanation is worse than no explanation. The mortal monk covered his face with his free hands in frustration, and said in a low voice: "Don't look at me, and don't talk."

"Okay, I don't look at it, and I don't talk."

Xuanzang hugged the shy man, sat him on his lap, and in a good mood rubbed the head that was trying to lower down, trying to escape from the ground: "Just pretend that you are not tempted, and count me in." Be excited."

Is this a question of you or me?

Chen Wei covered his face, the face behind his palm became hotter and hotter.

Xuanzang was not in a hurry, he held him patiently and waited for him to figure it out.

After a long time, the person in the arms raised his head, and spread his hands covering his face with his fingers, revealing his moist black eyes: "Are we different from before?"

"What's different?" Xuanzang asked him.

Chen Wei touched the palate with the tip of his tongue, and it took him a while to organize his words: "We didn't do this kind of thing before."

"We couldn't meet before, everyone saw you and knew you, only I couldn't see you, I only had that diary to know everything about you."

Speaking of the past, the mortal monk enlarged the fingers on his face again, and curled his lips helplessly: "That's no way, we used to be one body and two souls, when I woke up you fell asleep, and when I fell asleep, you fell asleep. Even if you wake up, you will be like the sun and the moon in the sky, and you will definitely not be able to see each other."

"It's okay now." The Tang monk looked at the person in front of him covering half of his face with his palm, and hugged him back into his arms: "It's okay now, I can see your appearance and hear your voice at any time, no need to stop Through anyone's narration, and without a diary."

Chen Wei let go of the two palms that were covering his face, nestled in Xuanzang's arms, and patted his back lightly: "Yes, we can meet now."

"You don't like the change?"

The mortal monk breath-condensed, and rolled his eyes: "That's not what I'm talking about."

"Then what else?" A Buddhist disciple pretended not to understand.

"As it is now, aren't we too close?"

It seems that the relationship with friends is far, far away. They probably can't be regarded as friends like this, right?

"No, we have two souls. I have lived in this body of yours for many years. You are me, and I am you. We have always been like this."

Chen Wei fixedly looked at the person in front of him, looked him up and down several times with his black eyes seriously, and said with certainty: "You are fooling me."

"No, don't you like it?" Xuanzang threw the question back to the other party, "Or do you hate that just now?"

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