Nightfall Chapter 94: Burning black eyes

Sangsang didn’t realize how good this poem was. She felt it was worse than the poem written for Ning Que’s murder, and she remembered that this monk used to be in astronomy.

The shop door was blocked by the hands of Enlightenment. He did not hide his obsessive and fanatical possession, watching Sangsang excitedly and said: "In order for you to follow me freely to wander around the ends of the earth and watch the ebb and flow, the flowers bloom Thanks, I promise you that I will kill your young master in the shortest time."

Hearing these words, Sangsang turned around and looked at his face seriously.

Wu Dao looked at the serious expression of the little maid, becoming more and more intoxicated, and stretched out his hand idiotically, trying to touch her face.

As the fingertips approached with the small black face, he seemed to be able to clearly feel that the transparent, clean and addictive smell of Sangsang's body was seeping into his body, breathing was slightly rapid, and said very solemnly:" I have never met a woman who excites me so much in my life. You must be mine." When he said this, his expression was serious and dignified, and he didn't have any greedy and obsessive expression. Dust is still coming out, but every pore on Qingjun's face seems to be filled with feverish body fluid, and every word seems to have a smell in the wind.

Sangsang stepped back, avoiding the wet and slippery fingers like a snake letter, and glanced at the slightly raised crotch of the monk. There was no disgusting emotion or even emotion on his face. He turned and reached out to take it. Only pots. In the tub is yesterday’s vegetable washing water, specially stored for flushing the toilet.

The old man didn't know when he slipped back to the backyard to take out the basin of water and waited beside him calmly.

Sangsang took the pointed basin, raised his arms, and slammed it forward.

There was a bang.

This basin of dirty water mixed with mud and gravel was poured on Enlightenment Dao, drenching him from head to toe, two yellow and stinky rotten vegetable leaves drooping on his bright bald head, his face is dignified The serious expression suddenly froze.

With a snap, the wooden door of Old Bi Zhai was closed tightly.

The drenched Enlightenment stood under the stone steps in a daze. It took a long time to wake up. He reached out and wiped off the muddy water on his face. Slowly picked off the two rotten vegetable leaves on top of his head. A smile gradually appeared on his face.

When I met Sangsang twice, he made no secret of his greed, excitement and fanaticism, but at this time, he was showered with a basin of water, and his heart was so cold. The smile on his face finally appeared cold for the first time. Indifferent taste.

Because Enlightenment is very sad and angry, he doesn’t understand why this little maid treats herself like this, wants to please her, wants to put her in the room and treat her well above the quilt, is there anything wrong? Shouldn't you feel honored and faint happily? Do you dare to splash me with water?

However, the more so, he became more interested in Sangsang. With a cold smile, the heart that wanted to occupy the other party and damage the other's clean body became more and more rapid and excited.

I have been monitoring the Yulong Gang in Lin 47 Lane, and noticed the movement of Lao Bi Zhaitao. Several men in Qingyi came over, surrounded Enlightenment in the middle, lowered their voices and said coldly, "This shop lives He is a friend of Qi Siye. If you monk don’t want to see tomorrow’s sun, leave immediately and never come back again.

Love monk enlightenment comes from an unknown place, where do you care about these worldly figures. It's just that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the city of Chang'an, and there are many strong people in the Datang Empire. That's why he didn't dare to be too presumptuous and it was not night at this time. There were many people in the alleys who were inconvenient to point out.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the shop through the wooden door and smiled softly and said, "I will be back."

After saying this, he ignored the ichthyosaur gangs who were wearing Tsing Yi, blue trousers and blue shoes, lightly Nan monk robe, turned around and walked out of Lin 47 Lane indifferently, the monk’s clothes lightly swinging, straw shoes Step on the dead leaves that have fallen for a long time.

The shadows falling from the branches of the bare winter trees cover his calm face

On the night of climbing the second floor of the academy, he was slightly punished by Master Yan Se and burned his monk's sleeves. He temporarily left Chang'an to travel in the southern mountains. For several months, he has not been in the territory of Tang, and he has rarely seen anyone. So he didn’t know what happened after spring. He didn't know who was the little maid who made him think about it inexplicably, he didn't even know who Ning Que was, he just kept remembering a fellow named Zhong Dajun bitterly.

The cold is getting deeper in the winter solstice in the spring, time will always dilute many things, such as fear, Wu Dao boldly return to the territory of Tang, knowing through some means that Master Yan Se seems to be worried about something recently, he thought about that A terrifying runemaster probably wouldn't remember himself, but his fear gradually faded, so he bravely came to the capital city of Chang'an.

Because he missed that little maid very much, he wanted to have that little maid very much, as if it was fate or chance, he saw her on the second day after entering Changan City, and followed her all the way from the princess mansion to Linsi In Lane Seventeen, I knocked on the wooden door of Lao Bi Zhai with uncontrollable excitement, and finally got a pot of dirty water and two bad vegetables.

It’s okay, the inner heat and the inexplicable attraction cannot be quenched by a basin of water.

He is a love monk and enlightenment. Since he left the Xuankong Temple, he has traveled around the world. Whether it is the moon or the Southern Jin Dynasty, countless ladies and girls, Biyu, have fallen under him. How can he be frustrated by a little maid?

Enlightenment walks in the alley under the winter trees with a smile, thinking of the imminent fulfillment of the wish, and feels joy and calm.

The old man looked through the cabinet on the wooden door, looked at the back of the young monk walking towards the alley, and thought silently: "A licentious monk can feel the peculiarity of Sangsang, and Xuankong Temple is really extraordinary. ."

Walking back to the backyard, he found that the wooden basin containing the vegetable washing water was thrown into the corner, but Sangsang did not continue to sit back to the table to eat, but squatted by the stove, looking at the weak but weak fingertips. Pure Shenhui was in a daze.

"Stop eating?" the old man asked.

Sangsang shook her head, flicked her fingers, and the dry wood in the stove's eyes quickly burned, but she frowned.

The old man smiled and said: "There are people in Buddhism who are enthusiastic about double cultivation, and that monk's crazy attitude is probably caused by this."

Sangsang ignored him, holding his chin and looking at the firewood burning in the eyes of the stove in a daze, carefully wondering how to quickly improve her level of divine art, her realm is too low at the moment, and the condensed Haotian divine glory is dim and weak , The power is similar to ordinary fire, burning dry firewood is fine, but it cannot deal with those powerful practitioners.

The old man looked at the firm expression on her little face and sighed and said: "Heart disorder is extremely detrimental to practice."

Sangsang said softly without turning his head: "He said he would kill the young master in the shortest time."

She didn't say anything again, and the land didn't ask for anything, but the old man understood why she was so eager to improve her state: she wanted to kill the young monk in the shortest possible time.

The old man looked at Sangsang's back and smiled without saying anything.

Night has just come, and the dusk is still stubborn in the west. At the time of dinner, a small alley in the east of Chang'an City was quiet and unoccupied, and the winter trees beside the alley painted the dim sky into countless irregular grids... Enlightenment retracted his gaze at the sky, smiled and prepared to move forward. However, his pupils suddenly shrank in the next moment.

There was a man in the alley. The light was dim and he couldn't see his face, but from his rickety body, he should be an old man. What made him feel alarmed was... he didn't know when the old man appeared in the alley.

Enlightenment was silent for a moment, and walked towards the alleyway. He got closer and saw his face clearly. He found that he had seen this old man in the shop in Lin 47 Lane... the rest of the dish was washed. The water is in the hands of the old man.

The old man standing at the alley, looked at him with a smile, and said kindly: "You can see Sangsang's potential...good eyesight, even among the younger generation of practitioners, even the best."

Wu Dao gently raised his hand and slowly stroked his bald head. His movements were very chic, but he always felt that he could still touch those greasy water marks and the two sticky rotten leaves between his fingers. But don't want to do anything.

Because this person who rickets and looks like an ordinary old man is definitely not an ordinary person, because the other party can stop his friends in the alley without notice, because the other party knows what to walk.

After all, Enlightenment is a proud young man. He who thinks he is equal to Prince Longqing will never accept an unknown old man to teach himself, and proudly said: "It turns out that she is called Sangsang, I know, you You can leave."

The old man smiled and said: "I know you are from the Hanging Temple."

Enlightenment's complexion changed slightly, and he didn't expect to see Xingzang through the other side.

The old man said calmly: "There are very few disciples in the Xuankong Temple, and your realm is much worse than the seven thoughts of the year. Naturally, you are not qualified to walk the world on behalf of the temple, so I am a little puzzled why you appeared in the duny world. ."

Enlightened Dao's expression is so terrible, he didn't expect the other party to know so much about Xuankong Temple, and even knew that Senior Brother Qi Nian back then subconsciously became alert, and the tattered monk's clothes danced in the wind.

He looked at the old man and said in a deep voice: "Dianran knows that I am from an unknown place, why dare to stop me?"

The old man laughed and said: "The so-called unknowable is just a place of refuge that the world does not know. Once it is known, it can be known. Therefore, the name of the temple is a powerless and meaningless thing."

Listening to this, Enlightenment became more vigilant, watching the old man remain silent.

"In the city of Chang'an you are in, many people know about the Xuankong Temple and know how to watch the temple. What's more, that academy is at the foot of the mountain in the south of the city. So your origin is very important to the people in this city. It doesn’t matter to people. It’s just that Chang’an City has been distracted by something recently. Yan Se didn’t have time to talk to you, and others didn’t care about you. That’s why you are so presumptuous. Can a name scare the Chinese people?"

The old man looked at him and continued: "That thing has something to do with me. It seems that you can do this in Chang'an City, it seems that most of it is my responsibility, but I didn't expect that you would harass my female disciple. "

Wu Dao vaguely guessed the identity of the old man. The thin and thin body in his eyes suddenly became extremely tall. He suppressed the shock in his heart, and bowed in a flustered manner. He changed his attitude in an instant, and said very politely: "Tao Generations, this is something I did not do, I will leave immediately."

The old man looked at him without speaking.

The alley was quiet and silent, and the deadly atmosphere lasted for a while. The young monk understood something vaguely, his voice became hoarse, and he looked at the other party and said in a deep voice, "Even if you are a great figure in Xiling Temple, I am a Xuankong Temple after all. People, the other teacher is a Buddhist lecturer in the temple. I heard that I met you by chance."

The old man still didn't speak, but calmly looked at him with melancholy

Enlightenment felt that the body was so stiff, he suppressed the fear in his heart, bit his tongue severely, and made his mind more shrewd and calm, and said: "I admit that the lecturer of Xuankong Temple is not my master. He is my father, and I am his illegitimate child, so I will leave. I also ask Tao’s generation to show mercy."

Since hearing that the old man reacted in silence, he slowly shook his head and said, "Rebelling against the temple and leaving Taoshan, then for me in this situation, my heart is out of fetters, and freedom is not hindered. Don't say you Father, is the resurrection of the Demon Sect. The people in the Three Unknowable Places of the Xuankong Temple Zhishouguan Academy are here, and I can still ignore it."

The tattered monk's clothes on Wu Dao trembled slightly in the night breeze. He looked at the old man and asked, "How can you forgive me for some mistakes I accidentally committed?"

"Xian Tao said that you have good eyesight and can see Sangsang's potential, but that's only the surface, because until now you still haven't understood how important Sangsang is to me. When she frowned and was unhappy, my eyes The world is no longer bright."

Listening to the old man’s tone becoming more and more serious, especially when he heard the last sentence, two lines of cold sweat slowly dripped from the smooth head of Enlightenment, and he trembled and begged for mercy: "The younger Xian Tao is blind, and Please forgive me."

The old man raised his lanky index finger, stretched it out into the cold winter night breeze, and said, "No, your eyes are blind at this time."

Enlightenment understood this sentence, felt great fear, screamed, and put his hands out of the monk's clothes, formed an exquisite handprint of the Buddhist sect, and drew an obstacle, and the monk's clothes fluttered back to the alley. go with.

The Buddhist handprint exudes an exquisite and magnificent breath, but when it touches the candle-like light of the old man’s finger, it looks like snow meets the spring sun, and the mud spots enter the vegetable washing basin and disappear instantly. not see.

The figure of Wudao sprinting backwards also seemed to be restrained by the light shining from the flames. The feet on the sandals couldn't leave the ground at all, and the body stretched like a shadow but couldn't move away.

He looked at the candle-like flame between the old man's fingers, his eyes filled with fear.

The color of flaming milky white occupied his black eye pupils, and then quickly expanded, annihilating fear.

Then his black eyes burned.

There was a scream in the quiet alley.

Brightness is clean and free from dirt, so it is the purest and most easily polluted.

Light is pure and without temperature, so it is the most fanatical and coldest.

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