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It was night, the moon loomed in the faint clouds, revealing a gleam of moonlight like water, showing a layer of crystal on the ground, and the shadows cast by the tree shadows on the ground were entangled, almost blending together, regardless of each other.

It was deserted and clear outside, which made the temple solemn and solemn.There is also a faint sense of sacredness and inviolability.

However, there was a low breath coming from a meditation room in the temple, which seemed to be a low panting like an illusion.The candles were flickering, the dim warm light in the room, combined with the high and low voices who knew they were doing that kind of thing, actually showed a little hidden excitement.

The important place of Buddhism has strict precepts since ancient times, and wine, sex and meat are not to be contaminated.But at this time, such an incompatible voice appeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice became lower and lower until it completely disappeared into the boundless night.There was a gust of wind outside, and a leaf fell, as if something had settled down.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed in the room was a man in a white shirt.He closed his eyes, breathing long and peacefully, as if he had settled down peacefully, making it impossible for people to think that he was the one who disturbed the purity of Buddhism just now.

Chikong is his dharma name, and he is also the apprentice of the abbot of this temple, and the most famous master now.How many people purposely came to this previously unknown and remote Xuci Temple in order to ask him to answer questions.

It can be said that it is all because of ignorance that the incense in the temple can be passed on from generation to generation.

It happened to be such a person, even his brows were cold, and his lips were so thin that they could be pursed into a sharp line.People with such looks are born unable to hold other people's love, but they can also cause marriage debts, cut off constantly, and make things messy.

He was the only one in the room, but he frowned as if he heard something unpleasant.

"Are you satisfied with my service tonight?"

Chi Kong remained motionless, but sweat began to break out on his forehead, as if he was trying to endure something.

"How does it feel to have sex in your ear with the same voice as his?"

Chi Kong continued to sit upright, and seemed to start reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"What are you pretending now? When you hugged me and pressed me on the bed, you didn't have your Buddha in your heart."

Almost unbearable, Chikong roared from his throat in a low voice: "Enough!" Except for some hoarseness after indulgence, his voice was as cool as water like others.

"Hey, you're finally willing to talk to me. I don't have any other intentions, and I don't want to make you angry. I just want you to think about me more in your heart." The unparalleled face made a wronged look, and I still couldn't see it. Pity, lovely and touching.

"You are my demon, you just want to drag me into the abyss." In almost a moment, he escaped from the slightly angry state, and continued to close his eyes and rest his mind.

"Then what about you, if you didn't love this skin deeply, how could I appear?" Faintly, there was a bit of unwillingness in the voice of the inner demon.

"You are not qualified to be compared with him." Suddenly, Chikong opened his eyes, and the cold voice could instantly make people feel like they were in an ice cave.

"Then don't you want to rely on me as a substitute to relieve your unbearable desire?" The demon sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Chikong.

"Now, leave." It was obvious that Chikong was really angry.No matter how presumptuously the heart demon teased him before, he just sat there without saying a word.But when he mentioned the person he kept in mind, he didn't allow anyone to insult and trample on him.

Although this was the reason why he became a demon, it was also the reason why he was willing to accept the result.

Chikong finally breathed a sigh of relief when the annoying voice disappeared from Chikong's ears.What he said was correct, but it was more like stabbing Chikong's heart a few times, blood dripping through the layer of whitewashed skin, revealing the invisible thoughts inside.

Inside lived a person whose eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were all the same as the one transformed by the demon.

Chikong is very talented in meditation and enlightenment, and he works hard. He has never held a morning class.Others say that he is a person who wants to become a Buddha and a saint, but they don't know that he already has a fairy-like person in his heart.

Maybe the sun was too beautiful that day, or the breeze was blowing too comfortably, but Chikong, who was just a little novice, had a fairyland-like scene in front of him—that person had a pair of curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of charming but transparent eyes. With unrestrained peach blossom eyes, he can move people's hearts almost at a glance.

At that time, Chi Kong, who hadn't experienced the world yet, looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be three points more beautiful than the bright sun in the sky, and the delicate flowers in the bushes, and a thought popped up in his heart out of thin air——I guess it's like a god, that's it.Thinking about it, I was crazy.

The man raised his pretty lips and said, "Young monk, you have regained your senses."

He was dressed in a white dress with red and gold trimming, which made him more energetic.Chikong's face turned red from the sight, and he hummed unobtrusively.

"Then can you tell me where your home host is?" Chi Kong's beautiful face was enlarged in front of Chikong's eyes, causing him to take a step back unconsciously and almost fell down.And the beauty not only didn't feel guilty, but also looked at it playfully, and after a while, she even let out a hearty laugh.

Chi Kong was also a little ashamed and annoyed, but seeing him smiling happily, the anger in his heart disappeared inexplicably.A young man who doesn't understand love, who is such a person who attracts people's imagination at first sight, is destined to have no good results.

Under a tree, there was a pair of people, a high-spirited young man and a young monk who didn't understand love, one became a thing of the past, but the other was forgotten for a lifetime.

At some point, the night outside the window was as thick as ink, but Chikong was sober like never before.This memory seemed to be engraved in his bone marrow, and it emerged clearly in his mind all the time, disturbing his finally calm heart.

He sighed again, tidied up, and lay on the bed, sleepless all night.

In the early morning, before the cock crowed, Chikong had already put on his cassock, tidied up, opened the door, and went outside.

Today it is said that there is an important guest coming, and Chi Kong is appointed to host by name.But this is not surprising, after all, Chi Kong is already considered an eminent monk who has attained the Tao at a young age, and even the Huguo Temple wants to poach people.

Chikong knelt and sat on the futon by himself, knocking on the wooden fish over and over again, accompanied by him reciting a Buddhist scripture like a tune, which echoed in the empty hall, adding an ethereal meaning.

I don't know how long he read and knocked for a long time, but there was a neighing sound of a horse outside the temple gate.It is conceivable that the distinguished guests have arrived.

That may be a meeting that Chi Kong never thought of.The man who was placed on the tip of his heart and crowned with a beautiful moon was quietly leaning in the arms of a fat man with big ears.Buddhism is important, but the man's hand kept rubbing his waist, and he looked indifferent, allowing him to move.

Chikong held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, his back was straight, and his demeanor was indifferent. In front of that rich businessman, he was almost a first-class person, like a banished immortal.But his eyes couldn't reflect his shadow.

"Amitabha. The benefactor devotes all his heart to the Buddha, so he knows the precepts of Buddhism. Please respect yourself." Chi Kong bowed his body slightly and lowered his eyes, but he was always looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"Yes, yes, the master is right." The rich businessman finally thought that no one would notice, touched the buttocks of the man in his arms, and then let go, as expected.

Chikong looked real, but he couldn't show a trace of it on his face.In the eyes of outsiders, he is still the master of ignorance.

"The almsgiver is here to pray for your mother. If you are sincere, you will be spiritual. The Buddha will definitely bless you." The old presiding officer muttered, clasped his hands together, and said Amitabha.

Master Jia was very useful, and put his hands together pretendingly, saying: "If you are sincere, you will be spiritual, and if you are sincere, you will be spiritual." He waved his hand back again, and a young man brought up a box, "This incense stick I hope the host will accept the money."

The boy gently opened a crack, and a little golden light came out faintly from inside.The host has seen a lot of gold, silver and jewelry over the years, his expression is calm, but his attitude has become more polite.He even turned a blind eye to Master Jia who entered the temple with his arms around him.

Chi Kong, who was walking in front with the host, said nothing, but felt aggrieved in his heart.The demons all popped up.

"It's him you love." Xin Mo leaned closer and whispered in his ear, Chi Kong slightly tilted his head.

"The man he chose is not one ten thousandth as good as you, but he still falls under such a man." The demon chuckled, "This is the man you love."

Chikong gritted his teeth and said nothing.Now he really wanted to yell, so that the nagging voice in his ear would disappear.The demon in his heart was also sensible, seeing that the veins on Chikong's forehead were about to pop out, he left consciously.

He took a long breath and raised his eyes to find the main hall.

In the middle of the main hall is a tall golden Buddha statue, reflected by the warm sun penetrating into the room, as if it is really emitting the light of universal salvation.

Chikong's heart suddenly settled down, and the influence of what the demon said just now had completely disappeared.He eased his breathing, and calmly said to Mr. Jia: "The benefactor first kneels here to worship the Buddha, and I will chant scriptures and pray for you and the hall later."

Master Jia repeatedly said yes, and knelt on the futon, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and looked sincere.

But he didn't know what to do, he just stood there silently and lowered his head.Chi Kong kept looking at him, seeing his embarrassment.A male favorite who can't see the light, has nothing to hide in front of the Buddha, which revives his shame that has long been left behind, and exacerbates this at a loss.

"This benefactor, the poor monk sees that you seem to be troubled. If you want, you may as well tell me." Chikong couldn't hold back his desire to be close to him.

He didn't seem to have thought that this man, who looked like a god descending from the earth, would talk to him so calmly. He could only guess that the monk might be merciful, and even a person like him who was rotten in the mud could receive a little care.

"I have nothing on my mind, so I won't bother the master." Chikong looked at his bowed body, and he couldn't find any trace of his previous expression.

"It's okay, the benefactor can talk to me if he has something to do. It's not a matter of giving advice, but it can still be done by listening."

The conversation between the two was drowned in the layers of chanting, and no one heard it except the two.

"The benefactor can get up now." The host closed his eyes slightly, his slack eyelids trembled slightly, holding the prayer beads in one hand and standing on his chest with the other.

Chi Kong and he just woke up like a dream.Although the two had their own thoughts, they both felt an inexplicable embarrassment of being smashed.Chi Kong took another deep look at him, then turned and walked towards the wealthy businessman surnamed Jia.

Maybe that look is too complicated, so complicated that people can't see anything; or that look is too pure, which makes him afraid to understand the deep meaning behind it.It's hard to believe that a person who just met by chance would show such a look to another person.

He was sure where they had met, but in his memory from the time when he was in full bloom to being committed to others, there was no such a clean person like the moon in the sky.If there is, he must be able to remember it for the rest of his life.

Chikong, who was just a little novice, met the best him, but when Chikong was at his best, he met the worst him.Presumably he didn't remember either, Chikong felt sour for a while.

The little monk was only remembered in his heart, but to him, it was just a passer-by in his life, and he could forget it completely in an instant.

Master Jia stood up from the futon and rubbed his swollen knees. He went over to support Master Jia's arm with a low eyebrow, and he didn't know if it was from the heart or he was used to it.Boss Jia didn't buy into him, maybe he deliberately restrained himself in front of the Buddha, but he waved away the hand that wanted to support him, and he didn't even want to give him a look.

This picture hurt Chi Kong's eyes, he lowered his head in disappointment, unwilling to look at it again.That's right, the sweetheart who is like a jewel in my heart is nothing more than an unworthy male favorite in the eyes of others.

The inner demons appeared again, Chi Kong had no choice but to take a deep breath to suppress the irritability in his heart.

The Xuci Temple is far away, Master Jia actually decided to stay for a few days, the name is to feel the aura of the Buddha.Naturally, he also stayed, Chikong returned to his room with disdainful expectations in his heart.

At night, Chikong was reminiscing about the short hours with him in the morning, and those few simple conversations, while taking off his clothes, his heart was full of that person's voice and smile.When did he become so easily satisfied?

When no one noticed, even Chikong himself didn't know, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.That smile was like a flash in the pan, fleeting, but some people kept it in their hearts.

"It's so sweet." The demon licked the corner of Chikong's mouth, smacked his lips as if he was tasting some delicacies, and came to such a conclusion.

"Shameless." I don't know if it's because seeing the real him, the influence of the demons on him seems to have become smaller.And the heart demon also noticed this, he continued to stimulate Chi Kong with words, trying to break open his heart.

"I'm shameless? That's not what you said when you took me as his substitute and lingered day and night." The heart demon made a half-smile expression with that dreamy face, and didn't want to So charming.But in the eyes of Chikong, he is not him after all.

Although Chikong couldn't refute the words of the demon, but his heart became firmer.Yes, a substitute is just a substitute, why should he care.

The heart demon finally discovered that something was wrong with Chi Kong—he didn't even waver in the slightest.Now, he panicked a little, he didn't want to be obliterated by Chikong, and he couldn't be obliterated.

Once upon a time, it was born because of the obsession that Chikong couldn't let go, and it has taken root in him since then, tempting him to sink.

That person's determination was as firm as that of a different kind, even though it ridiculed him in every possible way, it was like drizzle on his body, without pain or itching.Until that day, the monk, who was always calm and calm, as if nothing could break him, suddenly went crazy and raped himself, who was a demon.

What a strange feeling.It is not a human being, but it will be moved by the different him.It doesn't hurt, so no matter how recklessly the person on the body tries to enter its body, it won't feel it.But seeing the expression on the man's face that was about to cry, it couldn't help but want to comfort him.

The inner demon originates from the deepest emotion in the host's heart, it is an existence that even the host does not know, and it is the existence that is most closely connected with the host.It knows what he needs at this time, so it says: "I have been here, I have never left."

In this way, the demon and the monk have become such a relationship.One side regards it as a burden, and vents its uncontrollable desires at will; the other side puts him in his heart, and is willing to become a substitute for others in order to trap him in the world of mortals.

Originally, one was willing to fight, and the other was willing to suffer, but the one who suffered wanted more.It has to stay by Chi Kong's side all the time, it is the existence that is most familiar with him, obviously it can replace that man and become him in his heart.

"Why can't I? I love you more than him, and I can be happy with you under you, can he? Can he spread his legs, in this temple, and let out his voice without shame?" The inner demon almost restrained I couldn't help being jealous of him in my heart, and actually had a faint hatred for Chi Kong.

"If you say one more word, I will kill you completely even if I die." Chikong finally couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't stand the demon's behavior of insulting his sweetheart again and again.

"You killed me for him?" The heart demon was almost laughing to the point of tears. Sure enough, in his heart, it deserved to die a long time ago, even though it told him countless times that it loved him.How can people believe the words of a demon?

"It makes me happy to be able to die with you. But I don't want you to die." This heartfelt remark was uttered in a very playful tone, very sincere as if it was full of water, what about Chikong I dare not take it seriously.

"Don't use your tongue again." Chikong actually kept a little face for the demons, not only because of compassion, but also because of feelings.The heart demon knows how to measure, how to advance and retreat, but after a long time, he shrinks back again.

There is only one room in the meditation room.

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