Everyone owes me a favor

Chang Boning, who was originally obsessed with gardening, was invited by the abbot to lecture on scriptures and Dharma shortly after Ruyi left.

He couldn't refuse, so he left a note in the Buddhist house, explaining where he was going, and then left with the little novice who was leading the way.

Feng Ruzhi walked a long way, and when he got back, he was sweating profusely, so he immediately undressed and washed.

He took off his clothes, sat in the tub as before, and lowered his head to appreciate the underwater tattoos.

On the scar, five and a half red lotuses bloomed and swayed across the water, burning red.

It's autumn now, the weather fluctuates from hot to cold, especially today, even though Feng Ruyu often feels cold after being injured, he has to admit that it's weirdly hot this day.

However, if he changed into light clothes, it would inevitably reveal the blooming red lotus.

So, after getting out of the water, Feng Rugu put on a black thin shirt, lay on the bed, took out the few remaining tobacco leaves mixed with corydalis, and lit them with a cigarette lamp.

A puff of smoke swirled in his chest and scattered back into the air.

He watched the silk-like smoke dissipate, feeling a sense of hurting others, and an indescribable joy.

But before he was happy for a moment, someone picked up the pipe in his hand and walked away.

Ruyi held his bong: "Eat."

Feng Ruyuan turned over and sat up, grabbing it with his hands: "Hey, give it back, I only took two bites!"

Ruyi raised his arm high, and let him grab it left and right: "It hurts your appetite."

Feng Rugu didn't know that smoking would spoil his appetite, but after taking two puffs, he wasted it like this. It's a pity, seeing Ruyi relying on his own hands, Feng Rugu was anxious, and he simply fitted himself up and threw himself on his chest. waist.

Ruyi's muscles stiffened instantly, and he immediately turned his face away: "Nonsense! Come down!"

Feng Rugu took two puffs of cigarettes with his hand, and said with a smile: "If you mess around, you're going to mess around. If the master wants to drive me out of the temple and sleep in the open, please take me out like this."

Ruyi was already speechless due to his impudence, and still refused to look at him, but quietly cast a little peripheral vision on him.

Feng Rugu usually wears white, but Ruyi only thinks he is white. Now that his upper body is in Xuan clothes, Rufang feels that this person is too pale, like a piece of thin porcelain, and the blood vessels under the neck are lined with blue skin. , I'm afraid there will be a crack if I touch it.

Feng Ruyu relieved his addiction for the time being, and jumped off Ruyi contentedly, to pay attention to tonight's dishes.

Ruyi pinched out the smoke, and at the same time smelled a trace of medicinal fragrance left in the smoke.

... Corydalis, used for analgesia.

Ruyi sat down at the table with him, and when setting the table and chopsticks, tried to make his words look like a casual question, rather than caring and distressing: "Will the wounds of the past still hurt now?"

Feng Rugu took his chopsticks and replied: "No. At the beginning, Sanchai brought the cigarettes, it was indeed for pain relief. Now I just have some addiction."

After feeling relieved for a while, Ruyi turned cold: "Then I have to quit smoking."

Feng Ruyu: "Okay, okay, yes, yes, yes."

Ruyi: "...perfunctory."

Feng Rugu smiled: "Yes, you can see it, it's really smart."

Ruyi had no choice but to put the rice bowl in front of him: "Eat."

Feng Ruyuan looked around and said, "Is there any wine? I want to drink."

Ruyi: "Thinking about it."

Feng Rugu didn't continue to make noise, he propped his chin up, and ate vegetables from the plate.

He has a bad appetite, and he is really hungry when he is hungry, but when he really eats, his appetite is not much different from that of a kitten.

Ruyi is well acquainted with his habits, so he specially cooks the dishes carefully and less.

With an oil lamp, the two of them sat side by side and ate all three small dishes.

After dinner, Feng Rugu climbed onto the big bed honestly, occupying the magpie's nest without blushing.

Ruyi packed up the dishes and sat down on the monk's couch with a cold and dignified demeanor, which made Feng Ruyi stare intently.

Ru Yi meditated peacefully, originally wanted to empty the Lingtai and practice today's homework, however, after he opened up his perception and increased his sensitivity to external objects several times, he felt very clearly that Feng Rugu was staring at him, his eyes up and down Walking around is very naked and obscene.

He endured the sizing up and down for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "...Is there anything to see?"

Feng Rugu looked away from his waistline, carefully memorized every detail of his body, and sighed softly: "Everywhere is beautiful."

Ruyi said angrily, "Don't look any more."

Feng Rugu turned his back, took the belt by himself, tied it over his eyes, and said with a nonchalant smile: "Master, I've taken care of my eyes. Does this make you feel at ease?"

What Feng Ruyuan didn't know was that shortly after he tied up his eyes, Ruyi, who had no intention of practicing anymore, finished his meditation, walked out of the monk's couch, and came barefoot to his bed.

He was ignorant, and continued to speak to the void: "You continue to practice...but I can still speak."

Ruyi silently knelt down on one knee in front of the couch, held her breath and did not answer him.

The hall was full of sandalwood aroma, which interfered with Feng Ruyi's only good sense of smell, so he lay down without any complaints, not knowing that Ruyi was only a few feet away from him.

Feng Rugu said: "Master, you have returned to the temple. This time, you don't have to go with us again."

If I think about it, I know.

He kissed Feng Ruyu himself and broke the window. It was impossible for Feng Ruyuan not to react and give himself an answer.

...he is leaving.

This is his answer.

Feng Ruyu didn't mind his indifference: "Congratulations, Master, you are going to get rid of my trouble."

Ruyi is silent.

You... are not troublesome.

Feng Rugu turned sideways, supported the side of his face with his hands, lay on the bed on his side, and smiled at the darkness: "Master, take this opportunity, maybe I won't hide from the world anymore. In the future, you may still be in the temple." To hear about me--"

Ruyi didn't expect him to come over suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was just eyelashes.

Feng Ruyuan's warm breath sprayed on his face: "...At that time, Feng Er turned into rumors in the rivers and lakes, and spread to the ears of the master. The news must be true or false. The master must not believe it all, and he must believe it."

His cheeks flushed red like white jade.

Feng Rugu didn't get any reply, so he lay back on the bed again, looked at the ceiling and said to himself: "You really ignore me."

If you think about it, if you want to abandon me, you still expect me to care about you?

He turned to the monk's couch, pointed lightly, and the words in his heart came from the monk's couch a few steps away: "Do you want to teach me how to be a man?"

Feng Rugu on the bed stopped talking. Facing the darkness, he opened and closed his lips a few times, and said a silent sentence: "...No. I just want to talk to you a few more words."

Reading his lips, Ruyi froze immediately.

Feng Rugu didn't know what was on his mind, and when he spoke again, his voice was still arrogant: "Master, Feng Er is really not a good person, he acts recklessly and recklessly. These days, you have to take care of yourself."

Without waiting for Ru Ru to reply, Feng Ru Gu put the quilt back together and said, "I'm going to bed. You go to bed early too."

After speaking, he said nothing more.

Feng Ruyuan was very well-behaved when he was asleep, he was not noisy, and his breathing was very light.

Ruyi observed for a long time before he was sure that he had fallen asleep.

His long hair was unkempt and messy covering his cheeks, making his face even more bloodless.

Ruyi gently picked up a lock of his messy hair and placed it on the pillow.

His movements were very light, Feng Ruyu couldn't notice, he just slept peacefully.

Ruyi pulled down the belt tied to his eyes a little, exposing his eyes.

Feng Ruyuan's eyelashes were black and long, and with the help of the flickering candlelight, they cast thick and colorful light and shadows.

Ru has always been self-conscious about the superficial, and he has studied and enlightened for ten years on the journey of Buddhism, but he still sees mountains as mountains and water as water.

Now seeing Feng Rugu, but seeing the mountain flowers in full bloom and the water in spring.

how so?

Ruyi said softly: "I don't care if you are good or not. I don't care whether you are a good person or not. In my opinion, you are..."

He was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to sum up the meaning of Feng Rugu in his mind, so he simply took out the jade comb from his bosom.

According to the regulations of Hanshan Temple, prohibited items are not allowed.

Combs are never prohibited, because the monks in the mountains don't use them at all.

But if there are obscene words engraved on it, it is a first-class contraband.

Ruyi held the comb in his palm, and carefully straightened Feng Ruzhi's long black hair scattered on the pillow, an answer gradually emerged in his heart.

He lowered his voice and said softly, "You are...my selfishness."

After brushing his hair, Ru could not fall asleep for a while, so he fetched a harp and sat outside the courtyard for a while, playing the soothing piano music, pretending that it was not for the people in the room behind him.

It wasn't until Chang Boning and the abbot finished discussing the Taoism and came back out of the sun that the two entered the room side by side. After a few gossips, they each rested without any problems.

The next morning.

It is necessary to hurry up to preach scriptures and pray for blessings, and the young monks got up at the first moment to prepare for various matters.

The little monk carried a small cup of lamp oil and wanted to go to the halls to add oil to the ever-burning lamps, lest the lamps go out and neglect the Buddha.

He rushed to an Arhat Hall in the southeast of the mountain, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a person lying quietly in the grass, revealing a pair of snow-white Buddha shoes.

The paper lanterns outside the grass have been burned, leaving only a pool of embers and a thin bamboo pole that was burnt black.

The little monk dropped the lamp oil and cried out in shock.

Under the maintenance of Ruyi for many years, the discipline in the temple was strict. When Ruyi heard the news and rushed to the Arhat Hall, no one moved the body lightly, only three or four disciples surrounded in horror to protect the scene.

In addition, Liu Yuanqiong, the young master of the Changyou Gate, is also nearby.

He used to get up early, and when he was exercising along the mountain in the morning, he saw the commotion here, so he rushed over.

A little novice who was still in shock asked him: "Little Benefactor Liu, your face..."

Liu Yuanqiong touched his red and swollen cheek, and said angrily, "I hit it on the door frame."

Liu Yuanqiong's complexion changed when he saw Ruyi coming, but he didn't explode immediately, but just staggered his gaze.

The strong smell of lamp oil completely covered up the smell of blood, but even so, there was still a special smell lingering.

... magic breath.

Ruyi's face remained unchanged, but there was a calculation in his heart.

Hanshan Temple seems to be relaxed, but there is a secret formation to protect the temple, recording the number of people in the temple who go out, summarizing it in real time, and concentrating it in the same sea of ​​consciousness, so as to prevent little monks from sneaking out of the temple and people with ulterior motives sneaking in .

It was the Lantern Festival last night, and the monks gathered together until midnight.

And from last night to now, there has been no movement in the formation protecting the temple, which also means that no one went up the mountain or left the temple.

In other words, the murderer is still in the temple.

If there is no time to check the corpse, he said: "Pass my order and immediately block Hanshan Temple."

Some disciples hurriedly cupped their hands: "Yes!"

Ruyi walked towards the pair of Buddha shoes and asked the little novice next to him, "Who was killed in the temple?"

The little novice did not dare to raise his head, and replied with tears in his eyes, "Uncle Ruyi...is..."

His hesitation was too obvious.

Seeing him react like this, he felt his heart skip a beat, and without waiting for an answer, he quickly stepped into the grass.

He pushed aside the lush wormwood.

When Haijing's half-closed, unrepentant eyes came into view, the little novice replied with a teary voice, "It's Haijing..."

Hearing this name, Liu Yuanqiong was startled, the hand holding the sword trembled, and he walked straight forward, also looking at the man's face.

Ruyi ignored him.

He fixedly stared at Haijing's face, his ears were full of his noisy words, random and insignificant, they were all uninteresting gossip.

Hai Jing was born tender, with a pale face, not yet completely shed his childishness, the blood congealed in his throat made him look even younger, like a child of thirteen or fourteen years old.

But Ruyi knew in his heart that in two months, it would be his birthday.

Ruyi never seemed to care.

But Ruyi always remembers.

...... magic way.

Like a heart full of fire, and a face like frost.

He was angry calmly, and calmly made a decision.

If caught by him, he will use his blood to pay homage to the dead souls of Haijing.

Liu Yuanqiong picked up a waist card of Hanshan Temple, on which the name of the deceased was engraved.

Liu Yuanqiong held the sign and stared at it for a long time, as if he wanted to take those two simple words into his heart.

He whispered to the sign: "...Haijing, you used to look like this."

Immediately, he quietly hid the sign on his body, his eyes were sad, but like a torch.

Don't worry, I will find the real culprit for you.

I have only one-night friends.

"...Qiong'er."

A call made Liu Yuanqiong turn his head: "Father."

"On the way here, I met the disciple who was going to deliver the order, and I have roughly heard the cause of the incident." The person who came was Liu Yu, who held a whisk and bowed to Hai Jing's corpse, with a slightly sad expression, " Recently, the personnel exchanges in Hanshan Temple are all for the blessing of my son's death ten years ago. However, such things happen, it is not my wish."

He spoke gracefully and solemnly to Ruyi: "Lady Ruyi, I have heard of you, and I have met you several times. You are the guardian monk of Hanshan Temple."

Ruyi: "Yes."

Liu Yu waved his sleeves, and said generously: "You can check the person I brought. This little master can't die in vain, you must check to find out the truth!"

Ruyi said indifferently: "Yes. If I catch that person, I will crush him to ashes, making it difficult for him to enter reincarnation."

Liu Yu nodded, her expression as usual: "Liu will wait and see. If necessary, Liu will help, and I hope you don't dislike it."