Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

Meng Xia sat cross-legged across from Xie Chenshan with a serious face.

The sound of immortals in the small courtyard is faint, and the sound of clanging spring water is very quiet, making this scene even more strange.

"Are you kidding me?"

Meng Xia knew that with Xie Chenshan's personality, the joke would not be repeated a second time.

Only then did he notice that Xie Chenshan's left hand seems to have been covering his lower abdomen since he came in.

Xie Chenshan frowned, with a smile in his eyes, the gray monk's robe reached the ground, rubbing the edge of the futon, "feeling pregnant." He casually squeezed a mulberry and threw it into his mouth. The purple fruit was round and rolled between his lips and tongue After two bites, it was swallowed into the stomach.

Meng Xia immediately wanted to take two talismans for himself.

Being pregnant with feelings is a kind of legendary grace. It is said that the natural evolution of heaven and earth is caused by feelings, and those who get it are lucky.

Fart!

Meng Xia patted his thigh, recalling the words of the elders in the sect, and became anxious, "The so-called pregnancy is just one of the early warnings of the heavens, and it is never everything. Xie Chenshan, tell me the truth, but something happened. gone?"

Xie Chenshan stretched out his sleeves slowly, with round little purple fruits rolling on the hem of his monk's robe, "Have you ever seen something I can't handle?"

Laughing loudly, calm and calm.

Meng Xia put down a little worry in his heart, and said: "You are always unable to utter a word of no, and if something serious happens, you will not tell others. Don't say anything else, if you feel pregnant, you will be pregnant. It's not a trivial matter, let alone you are a Buddhist cultivator." His words were hitting the point, Buddhist cultivation is pure and untainted by the world, no matter how the way of heaven...how could such a thing happen to Xie Chenshan?

He is a Buddhist cultivator through and through!

Xie Chenshan ate the fruit, sourness spread on his lips and tongue, as if the memory had been turned over, and at the same time, he was listening to Meng Xia's words, "Maybe it has some cause and effect with me, and I can't say for sure."

Meng Xia frowned: "Have you deduced it?"

Xie Chenshan shook his head, "It's too close to me, it can't be counted. It's just like you." Seeing that Meng Xiayou didn't give up, he ignored him, and casually ate all the fruits contained in the monk's robe.

After Meng Xia dispelled the technique in frustration, he said unhurriedly: "Since the Wanjian Sect has this cheat book, and the reason for it, I will trouble Brother Meng to look it up for me."

Meng Xia grabbed it and hurried away.

Xie Chenshan sat on the futon, his fingertips were still stained with a little purple, which was the little trouble caused by the mulberry fruit just now, he rubbed his hands with a smile, and the purple spots turned into water arrows and shot towards the door.

The scattered purple traces were a few inches away from the threshold, and were suddenly separated by something.

"The Demon Lord has come from a long way, let's absorb the overflowing demonic energy, otherwise this small residence may be completely destroyed." Xie Chenshan said this calmly, Come with a gentle smile.

As Meng Xia said, that refined and elegant appearance seems to be close, but in fact it is extremely distant.

Inside the gate of the small courtyard, a pale and thin figure stood unknowingly.

He raised his eyes, full of bloodthirsty, demonic energy scattered, and his blood-red eyeballs stared straight at Xie Chenshan.If it wasn't for Xie Chenshan's mana that secretly protected the entire residence at the moment the Demon Venerable appeared, it would have been filled with evil spirits now, causing these immortal cultivators who just came to take a break to enter their bodies.

Even though Mozun had no such intention, he was not a docile person with the unrestrained devilish energy all over his body.

Mo took one step forward, another step, paced slowly, and finally sat down on the futon that Meng Xia was sitting on just now.His kneeling posture was very stiff, as if he was doing such a thing for the first time, and also like a parody of imitating the same, he was not a human being, but he wanted to act like a human being.Little by little, he raised his head to look at Xie Chenshan, to see the gentle appearance of that Buddha cultivator, his mouthpiece seemed to be on fire, and forced out a hoarse question: "Is it you?"

Xie Chenshan knew what he was asking, so he nodded generously in response: "Maybe I was sleepwalking in Taixu, and I don't know why I went to the ancient devil's blood hill." He peeped briefly, and he should be able to find it based on the demon king. .

After Mo got the answer, he didn't say anything. He blinked his bloody eyes, and looked down at Xie Chenshan's belly in a daze, without saying a word for a long time.

No matter how beautiful Xie Chenshan was, this kind of behavior was still slightly awkward. He hesitated again and again, tapped his fingers on his lower abdomen, and said as if he had made up his mind: "The Demon Lord can feel it too?"

The demon nodded, "The child of the demon king."

After he finished speaking, he frowned slowly at first, as if he felt something was wrong, and his cold and stiff face became a little bit alive because of this.Staring at Xie Chenshan's lower abdomen for a long time, the stubborn gaze made people a little horrified, and then he wiped away the answer just now weirdly and coldly, "Mozun, and your child."

Xie Chenshan didn't pay attention to his dry voice, and lazily summoned the teapot in the courtyard to pour a cup of spiritual tea for Mozun, and a drop of red blood rolled from his fingertips into the spiritual spring.

Mozun's red eyes seemed to be even redder.

Xie Chenshan pushed the teacup, and the clear teacup floated towards Mozun unsteadily, and landed in his stiff and cold hands.After flicking his fingers, Mozun turned his head to look at Xie Chenshan who poured himself a cup of tea again, imitating how he held the cup and squeezed it——

Clap!

The tea dripped from his pale fingers and wet the hem of his black clothes.

He lowered his head and slowly licked the dripping water, until one hand took his wrist, and the covered handkerchief wiped away those wet traces, Xie Chenshan sighed softly, and looked down at the hair on the top of Mozun's head.

Mozun is not like ordinary people wearing a crown with his hair tied up, his hair is always loose.

It always looks a bit messy.

Xie Chenshan said lightly: "If the Demon Lord has nothing else to do, then please go back."

After listening to the words, Mo did not move, staring blankly at the handkerchief in Xie Chenshan's hand, the thick red narrowed slightly: "Mozun, yes." He gestured with some stubbornness, "Water, Mozun's; blood, Also, Demon Lord..."

Xie Chenshan held back the desire to sigh.

How did this develop into what it is now?

Probably because he's used to it.

Xie Chenshan casually drew a bloodstain on his wrist with his fingertips, at that moment——

The fragrance of flowers permeated the residence, as if instantly stimulated by vitality, countless gorgeous petals bloomed.Xie Chenshan's flesh and blood, whether it's from bones to flesh and blood, are all supreme treasures.

The devil's breath became quicker, his bloody eyes were red, he moved forward impatiently, his cracked mouth was covered with sharp teeth, he couldn't help showing a ferocious look after all.

The sharp teeth tore apart Xie Chenshan's wrist.

Big mouthfuls of blood were swallowed into the demon's mouth, and the sweet smell lingered in his nose, crazily stirring up the demon's evil thoughts.

Demons are originally an endless and ugly existence.

Desire will not stop.

Mozun's figure has already swelled, as if trying to squeeze through the small world of this residence.Just before the burst, a finger helplessly touched his forehead.

"Before, the exchange between the Demon Lord and me, do you still remember?"

The erratic, hideous and ugly black mist suddenly swelled and then shrank. The hazy figure seemed to have finally regained consciousness from the flesh and blood, and a voice came out from the nose or the mouth: "Demon Lord, remember."

The black air that nearly burst through the small courtyard shrank sharply, and the invisible dense tentacles quickly bounced back to the Demon Lord's body as if they had been scalded.

His figure stabilized.

He raised his head, revealing a pale and stiff face amidst the messy hair.

His teeth are cold white, but the gap between the teeth is scarlet.

He lowered his head again, licking the last trace of blood.

Xie Chenshan was helpless.

In just that short moment, the injury on his wrist has already healed.This time the Mozun restrained his strength and gnawed like he was grinding his teeth. He couldn't lick the blood, but felt a little itchy instead.

"No."

Mozun said in a daze, not looking tough, but a little silly.

Xie Chenshan withdrew his hand, said with a light smile, "I'm not hungry anymore."

He sat back on the cushion just now, with his gray monk robe reaching the floor, picked up the teapot casually, and refilled two cups of tea.

A cup was placed on the side, and the cup was stuffed into Mozun's hand by Xie Chenshan himself.

Xie Chenshan bowed his head, and taught the demon how to hold the teacup tightly, and told him how much strength it takes, just hold it in vain... When the demon learned it well, he raised his teacup with a smile, and talked with the demon king. They clinked their glasses lightly.

Then drink the cool tea in one gulp.

Mozun didn't stay in the small courtyard for a long time, after drinking this cup of tea, he was stunned for a while.

"Go, go."

He nodded towards Xie Chenshan.

After Xie Chenshan bid farewell to him, Mozun got up and left.

This way of saying goodbye was also learned by him and Xie Chenshan.

His departure was completely different from the tranquility of his arrival. If the wind on the ground had not been covered up by Xie Chenshan, it would have sounded like an alarm bell throughout the town.

Without him, such pure magic energy is almost rare.

Xie Chenshan had a headache for the Demon Lord, and restored the sickly flowers and plants that had been corroded by the demon energy to their original state.

On the contrary, the flowers and plants in this courtyard are different from those outside the courtyard. Each plant stands upright and bright, as if it has received the most nourishing maintenance.

Xie Chenshan laughed, and gently brushed a delicate flower with his fingers.

"It's a bargain for you."

...

Dragging his slow pace, Mo staggered on the dry spring soil.

Just now, he devoured the Yibei Lingquan in Heze Wanli.

The bone-chilling chill and aura collided in the demon's body, tearing the inside to pieces.

thirsty.

He clenched his teeth mechanically and repeatedly, he was not hungry, but he was thirsty.

Bright red blood, soft skin, gentle smile, peaceful breath...

He is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty, he is thirsty thirsty--

Ho ho!

The Mozun returned to the Demon Realm.

Dark clouds swept across the blood moon.

yah-

A Buddhist cultivator who was practicing asceticism in the Demon Realm stood still, and said with a frightened face: "Brother, what is that?" At that moment, he seemed to be deterred by some unknown pressure, and even the spiritual power in his body could not move. Frozen.

It's like being strangled by something.

will die.

At that moment he was absolutely sure of it.

It's just that after the strong wind blows, only the cold blood red bathes the body, and everything remains the same.

As if nothing had happened.

The elder monk's face was pale, and he said softly, "Demon Venerable."

"Is he crazy?" The little monk was still in shock and muttered to himself, "Are we going to die?"

The old monk led him forward step by step, stepping over poor mountains and rivers.

Although he was also taken by the coercion just now, he shook his head.

"No, this is the Demon Realm."

In the Demon Realm, no one would disobey the Demon Lord's orders.

Not even the demon himself.

In the Demon Realm where half a blood moon hung upside down, gray-black blood continuously splashed down from the twisted and hideous black mist.

Wherever he goes, nothing grows.