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At night, Chikong recited the Buddhist scriptures word by word in front of the Buddha, and knocked on the wooden fish.Just like every night when he was tempted by a demon, he always had to accept the condemnation of his conscience, and then he came to this hall to repent to the Buddha.

His joy is wrong, it is greed, but he just can't restrain it.He is apologizing in his own way.

"Little monk." With this shout, Chi Kong's body froze instantly, the sound of the wooden fish and the sound of chanting sutras stopped at the same time, and the empty hall was completely silent.

After a while, Chikong seemed to come back to his senses and let out a low sigh.It must be his inner demons at work again, that person was watched by him, how could he appear here.

Thinking of this point, no matter how much the demon calls, he will read his scriptures wholeheartedly and ignore it.

"Do you really miss him right now?"

Foolishly read aloud "Nan Wu He La Tan Na Duo La Ye Ye."

"Do you want to hug him like you hug me?"

He uttered another sentence of Namo Ah Lai Ye.

The heart demon knew that he had heard it, and continued to say: "Then you treat me as him, and I will let you enjoy yourself. Okay? Little monk, monk." The heart demon put his arms around Chikong's neck, stretched his legs Trapped on Chikong's waist, facing him with a flamboyant smiling face, Chikong's thin lips are close at hand.

Chikong stared at him, he finally knew why he got them wrong.The demon in front of him has the same appearance, the same voice, and even the same smiling eyes as he used to.This him is more like Lan Cen in his heart.

The heart demon saw that he seemed to be acquiescing, so he put his lips on it, and the four lips stuck together tightly, but it was only sticking together, not including a single bit of cunt.

Chi Kong moved his head back, and the demon's lips separated from his.

He said calmly: "This is a Buddhist hall, don't be presumptuous."

The demon was surprised, he really felt that Chikong had no desire for him anymore.

"You, I am Lan Cen. I am also Lan Cen, but why don't you give me some of your love?"

"You are not him, you will never be him." Chi Kong didn't look at Xin Mo again, so he missed the deep injury in its eyes.How could an evil creature have feelings?No one would believe it except himself.

"I can be him, as long as you are willing to believe, I am him." The demon continued to speak without giving up.

And that man who was naturally cold gave his whole life infatuation to one person, and he still said the same sentence to him: "You are not him."

The inner demon was silent again in the depths of his heart, waiting for an opportunity, trying to find his flaws and open his heart in one fell swoop.

Chikong sat alone in the Buddhist hall, chanting scriptures that others could not understand, and meditating on Zen that others could not understand.

As time passed bit by bit, Lan Cen's appearance became more and more clear in Chikong's heart, he knew that he missed him.If there is no long-distance reunion on that day, there will be no worries and sufferings now.

But there was not much time left for Chi Kong to express his worries.He is still the monk of Xuci Temple, Master Chikong in the eyes of everyone.This means that in addition to his children's affair, he also has the common people in the world.On this day, he went down the mountain alone, saw the suffering in people's hearts, and entered the world to realize the Tao.

"Have you heard, that Jia's family, just that Jia's family." In a small tea shop for people to rest their feet, a person was spitting out the secrets of the rich family.

"I know, the Jia family. They do all kinds of evil, bully men and women, and they have long been disliked." A younger-looking man said indignantly.

"It's fine if you talk here, but don't talk about it elsewhere, and be careful not to fall into the shoes of others." A man with a bitter face next to him immediately pulled him and dissuaded him.

The one who was spitting all over the place before continued: "Oh, oh, listen to me. I heard that he killed a concubine, and he seemed to be a man. He was swept by a piece of grass that day, and he didn't know where he threw it. , is really pitiful."

"Hmph, they are all children from a good family, and they were ruined by him like this. After death, they only give people a straw mat, but they really don't treat people as human beings." The young man took a deep breath.Sitting in his seat, he looked filled with righteous indignation.Those who didn't know thought it was his family who died.

"Let's just say a few words. This is someone's business after all. Don't say it, don't say it." save yourself.

The three of them talked and talked about going to other places, but Chi Kong couldn't hear them anymore.Only one sentence echoed in his mind, Lan Cen is dead.A roll of straw mats, the corpse was thrown into the wilderness, nowhere to be found, not even a tomb.

"Lan Cen, Lan Cen, Lan Cen..." There seemed to be tears in Chikong's eyes, but they didn't fall off, they just stayed in the sockets, like his last stubbornness - he didn't believe it Lan Cen is dead.

In the past few days, Chi Kong didn't know how he came here, like a walking corpse, seeing the suffering of others, he was almost indifferent, and just instinctively instilled the Dharma to them.

He also suffers, he also suffers, he has practiced Zen for so long, so he doesn't understand anything.Chikong said in his heart that his mind is not strong, no wonder others.Buddha provided them with a place of ultimate bliss, but he was not qualified to go there.

Becoming a Buddha?Sanctified?Why is he?

After staying in the mortal world in a daze for a few days, Chi Kong returned to the mountain again.The host looked at Chi Kong in front of him, and almost couldn't recognize him—the already thin cheeks were sunken a little, and the chin was so sharp.That pair of eyes used to be insightful eyes that can see right from wrong, but now they are dark, like a bottomless pit with no bottom.The body is broken and skinny, and monks must be in the company of poverty to reach the state of bliss, but Chikong is not an ascetic monk after all, how can he become so thin after a few days of seeing each other?

The host said with concern from the heart: "Junior brother, what happened to you?"

Seeing the senior brother who was full of concern, Chikong said: "It's nothing, but the people are suffering a lot, and the younger brother is busy teaching scriptures and teachings, so it is inevitable that he will forget to sleep and eat."

Hearing that he said nothing happened, the host's worries were still not completely dispelled, but he didn't ask any more questions.He knew that his junior had been like this since he was a child, and no one could force him to speak about things he didn't want to say.I can only give up and let him go back to rest.

Walking in the familiar temple, looking at the flowers and leaves around him, Chikong almost felt infinite sadness in his heart.He crazily believed that Lan Cen was not dead, but the sadness in his heart almost made him unable to breathe.This allowed him to eat every day, but he became thinner and thinner.

Chikong walked into his meditation room, sat down on the edge of the bed, frowning in pain. "Lan Cen, Lan Cen..."

"I'm here." The heart demon knew that he needed "Lan Cen" the most, even if it was a fake, he would accept it.But that day, he was so determined to it that it didn't even want to show up.However, he felt the pain of this person, so even if he was inferior, he wanted to soothe the bitterness between his brows.

"Lan Cen." This time, Chi Kong only had the demon in his eyes, full of tenderness and deep love.

"I'm here." Lan Cen's voice echoed him.

"Lan Cen."

"I am here"

It seems that only by confirming again and again like this can Chi Kong convince himself that the Lan Cen in front of him is Lan Cen.

"Chikong, I'm here. I'm right here, check if it's real." Xinmo took Chikong's hand and nestled into his arms.

"Lan Cen." Chi Kong hugged "Lan Cen" forcefully, as if he wanted to rub it directly into his flesh and blood.

"Chikong." The heart demon raised his head, smiled and kissed Chikong's lips lightly.

"I knew you wouldn't die, I knew you were still alive, I knew." Chi Kong's expression was like their first time, full of sadness, as if about to cry.

The heart demon reluctantly compromised, let him do what he wants, Lan Cen can be Lan Cen, as long as he likes it.

One night of spring breeze, it turned into a room full of spring scenery, knowing whether it is warm or not.The bed board made a creaking sound, and the layers of nets shook slightly, as if being blown up and down by the wind.The dim light reflected a lonely figure, which was indistinguishable, but also gave off an air of madness.

The heart demon wantonly sends out sweet and greasy urges, teasing Chikong and making him go crazy for himself.

When ascending to the bliss, the heart demon looked at Chikong's face with joy, but it didn't see a face full of aftertaste, but the face was full of tears.

A drop of tears just fell on it.Almost burnt everything about it.

He obviously knows everything, obviously knows everything.

Xinmo hugged Chikong tightly, holding his head tightly in his arms.If it weren't for its lack of tears, it must be full of tears now.

"I am Lan Cen, your Lan Cen, always, always. I will always be with you, always be with you."

Chi Kong cried uncontrollably, and refused to withdraw his head from the embrace of the demon, as if he was escaping the cruelty of reality—the truth he knew well.

Above the curtain was a man bowed and sobbing softly.From beginning to end, there has been only one person.

After a night of absurdity, Chi Kong sat in the Buddhist hall and confessed his sins as usual.The inner demon didn't come to disturb his tranquility again, as if it had never appeared before.

Suddenly someone was making noise outside Xuci Temple, even Chikong could hear it.He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but suddenly he heard that person say straw mat, pitiful death or something, and finally he couldn't turn a blind eye.

When Chi Kong arrived, the man was kneeling on the ground, beside a roll of straw mat, there should be a corpse inside.His intuition told Chi Kong that that person was the one he wanted to find with all his heart.

"I beg all masters, Xiao Cen's death is so pitiful, I beg you to save him, at least let him go to rest in peace." It was a woman with a rough face, her hands and feet were rough, and she was crying at this time. With one face, just for a corpse next to him.

"Almsgiver, get up and talk." Chi Kong walked up to the woman, and talked to her with a Buddha face, but his eyes always glanced at the corpse rolled up by the grass from time to time.

"Thank you master, thank you master." The woman looked at Chi Kong gratefully, her mood calmed down a little, and she was able to speak.

"I am the servant of Jia's house. Xiao Cen is a good boy, different from the others. I never thought that such a child would be... really a beast." The woman thought it was when she was in Jia's house. Having been patronized by Lan Cen, only then did he know how to repay his kindness, and begged to go to Xuci Temple for him.

Cause and effect cause and effect, I just don't know whether it is Lan Cen's or his infatuation.

"Almsgiver, the monks are merciful, and they will definitely save this...Young Master." Chikong had a good look, and the woman believed this seemingly extraordinary monk without any doubts.

Sure enough, he did what he said, and Lan Cen's legal affairs were handled by him alone.For the whole seven days, Chi Kong hardly closed his eyes, and devoted himself to saving Lan Cen's soul, as if he was treating his most important person.

Seeing this, the presiding officer became even more confused, and finally grabbed Chikong on the last day of the ceremony and asked, "Junior Brother, this is not like you. Why are you usually so enthusiastic?"

Chikong's eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped. When he first spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Brother, we are monks, we are compassionate, how can we turn a blind eye to those who come to ask for help?"

"Although this is the truth, but you are too dedicated, and you don't take yourself seriously." The host patted Chikong's shoulder, "Forget it, let's go back and rest."

Chikong responded, and left to the meditation room.Sure enough, even others could see that he was abnormal.From the moment he saw Lan Cen's body, all his hopes were shattered, and he no longer had any reason to lie to himself.

The only thing that has supported him until now is this ritual.He wants Lan Cen to leave safely.

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