Zanxing

Zizhen moved his hand to Mingjing one year after he came to Liuquan Temple.

A year is enough for this child to figure out Mingjing's habits and weaknesses, and a person who wants revenge will always think of various ways, even if it is a child.

What's more, Zizhen is a gangster's child, and the bloody scenes he has seen since he was a child are only a lot.

He poisoned Mingjing.

Poison is a forbidden poison from the demons, and it is specially designed for Buddhist practitioners like Mingjing. In Yuhun Mountain, the cultivation level of Mingjing is the highest, and there are many Buddhist cultivation in Liuquan Temple. Where there are people, there will always be open and secret battles.

Zizhen is not alone in the world who wants to die.

The young monk sat upright in the Buddhist temple, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, staining the monk's clothes.

The fire of hatred burned in the boy's eyes, like a man-devouring beast, slowly approaching him.

Suddenly, a woman laughed softly. She seemed to have fallen from the sky and landed on the offering table in the Buddhist hall. She looked at the scene in front of her with schadenfreude and said, Aiya, the wolf cub finally bites.

Pure silence.

Over the past year, Zizhen has attacked him many times, and Mingjing always avoids it lightly. And every time, Bujiang didn't stop him. She just watched them quietly and in the dark, as if watching a boring play that was repeated a thousand times.

But today, she was finally tired of this repeated passage.

Black blood was constantly spilling from Mingjing's lips, and his face was as white as a fragile piece of paper, and it would shatter into ash with a light touch.

The forbidden drug of the demon race is extremely poisonous to monks.

Zizhen rushed towards him with a feeling of burning jade and stone, but Bujiang just flicked the bracelet between his wrists, and the boy fell and flew out.

Killing a mortal was easy for her.

Bu Jiang Ju looked down at him condescendingly, and said with a smile, How can you avenge your benefactor?

He is not a benefactor, Zizhen gritted his teeth and struggled, he killed my father, he is my enemy for killing my father!

Bu Jiang thought about it for a while, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his face: The love and hatred of the human race is always complicated, and it is difficult for me to understand. Since I can't explain it clearly, I should kill you first. If you die, things will be simple. too much.

Her fingers were about to chomp on Zizhen's throat.

Mingjing raised her eyes: Don't kill him.

Bu Jiang slowly turned his head.

The monk's calm voice sounded again in the Buddhist temple: Don't kill him.

There was a flash of anger in the woman's eyes. After a while, she smiled and stared at Mingjing and said, Little Master, have you forgotten that you are a Buddhist cultivator, not a true Buddha.

I killed his father. Mingjing lowered his eyes, It's understandable that he wants revenge.

Bu Jiang raised his eyebrows, and there was only the desperate sobbing of the boy in the hall.

After a while, she said: Okay. A ball of snow light gradually floated in her hand.

Zizhen looked at the light group, realized something, and struggled violently: What do you want to do?

The next moment, the ball of light slammed heavily on his head, and the boy fell silently.

Mingjing's eyes tightened.

Don't worry. Bujiang clapped his hands, He's not dead. I just fiddled with his memory.

She walked slowly to Mingjing's side, half kneeling on the ground, until it was level with Mingjing's sight. Only then did he look at him half sigh and half jokingly said: Little Master, among the men I have ever liked, you are the softest-hearted one.

People are going to kill you, you can still save his life like this, the bodhisattva in the sky is not as generous as you.

Mingjing does not speak, the eyes are peaceful and tranquil.

What did you really do to your son? he asked.

Bu Jiang Youyou smiled: I'm already like this, and I still think about others. He's fine, I'll seal his memory with a love needle, and in the future, he won't come to trouble you again.

Broken Love Needle? Mingjing was stunned.

Do you want to learn? Bu Jiang looked at him, If you can't forget me in the future, you can use this method to seal your memories and forget about me when you are troubled by love every day.

There was a hint of bewitching in her voice.

Mingjing avoided her gaze and replied warmly, No need.

Bujiang seemed to have long expected that he would answer like this, and smiled noncommittally.

The monk's body was shaky, as if he was about to fall in the next moment. The woman held his shoulders and looked into his eyes.

His eyes are as clear as a long lake, while hers are as enticing as vines.

You are poisoned, she said casually, mortal medicine can't save you.

The monk was silent.

Fortunately, you met me.

After saying these words, she leaned over gently and pressed her lips against the monk's eyebrows.

The black mist was slowly drawn out from between his eyebrows, and he felt the pain in his body gradually eased. And the other party didn't stop the kiss. It was like a flower in the world that never withered, exuding a deadly poison that was even more violent than before.

Just when he couldn't help but sink into it, the flower left.

Okay. Bu Jiang stood up and said, Your poison has been cured.

The wolf cub doesn't remember you anymore, little master, before I leave, I can finally rest assured.

The monk's heart stopped for a moment, and he heard his own voice: Are you going?

Didn't I say so? She turned back and looked at him with a half-smile, I should leave when you fall in love with me.

He was silent.

Little Master, she tilted her head to look at him, with a brisk smile on her face, as if she was very happy, with no parting sadness at all, Although I hate soft-hearted men the most, I am still very happy. like you.

It is a sin to let a Buddhist cultivator be tempted.

Fortunately, I am a demon, so I won't blame myself for it.

Let's go.

She floated away like a flower again, neat and tidy, without any entanglement. Out of Liuquan Temple, out of Yu Hungry Mountain, and into the distance he can no longer see.

The monk clenched the rosary in his hand.

In fact, he also lied.

He knew that this woman came to live in Liuquan Temple, not for him. The place was full of spiritual energy. She had just been injured and needed to recuperate here. The words she said to him were all lies to him.

He also knew that Bujiang should have left six months ago.

He deliberately brought Zizhen back to Quan Temple. He knew that Bu Jiang would be watching, so he confronted Zizhen, delaying the day of parting. It wasn't until this time that Zizhen started, Bujiang appeared, and completely eradicated the troubles for him.

After the trouble is eradicated, she should leave.

He saw a flower, but he couldn't keep the flower from leaving, even if he lied to the Buddha.

When will the donor leave?

Waiting for the day you fall in love with me.

She leaned closer, with a sly smile in her eyes: Then when will you fall in love with me?

The rosary glowed warmly under the light, and he remembered the first time he saw Bujiang in the mountains.

She was beside the water stream, next to the blue stone, casually rubbing the scar on her ankle, and when she heard the movement, she raised her head, covered the faint devilish energy around her, and smiled at him: Little Master, I have a broken foot, can you? Help me up?

In fact, from the beginning, he fell in love with her.