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"Mirror Cheng--"

The old abbot pricked the zen stick heavily, and apparently did not believe his words.

"Buddhist shrine, Hugh is nonsense."

The old abbot was still looking forward to his feelings, and felt that Jing Cheng was in order to stop the disaster for his brothers and brothers, and to wipe out the anger of Yan Guogong, he did not hesitate to stand up and discredit himself to become a monk.

The old abbot only felt ridiculous when he said he liked the secular woman.

When Jing Cheng was three years old, he was shaved by the old abbot himself. From three to twenty-six years old, a little thing with an incisor's teeth leaking into a wind became a young man with a magnificent appearance. The old abbot has always been proud of cultivating a swaying seedling into a leafy crown tree with his own hands.

Baima Temple is the first holy place in the world. There are countless kings and nobles who came to worship. The daughters raised by the family of the hairpins are all beautiful and beautiful, which caused the monks in the temple to move their hearts.

Jing Cheng, as the most sought-after young virtuoso, was a sensation in the world at the age of twenty. Many of the women she admired were gorgeous beauty, but the master did not understand the style and always abide by the rules and regulations. .

The old abbot pityed the compassionate heart of his loved one, but he could not tolerate his sacrifice for this group of six impure disciples. He eased his face and spoke slowly, "The teacher knows your heart, but some things are destined and committed. Mistakes should be punished. "

The monks did not show fierce protest against the near-preferred words of the old abbot. They also persuaded the younger brother Jing Cheng that he was so charming and brilliant, just like a holy green lotus, They did not believe that the other party would be confused for a red dust woman.

They had the same idea as the master, thinking that Jing Cheng wanted to extricate the monks who made mistakes, divert the anger of Yan Guogong, and make himself the target of all.

Under the gaze of the abbot's hope, the apprentice finally violated his expectations and slowly shook his head.

"Master, the disciples are not nonsense."

Vermillion's cassock vest was abandoned by the master. His hands covered the cold floor, and he swayed his head heavily. The loud sound made the old abbot startled.

There was a bright red stamp on Jing Cheng's forehead. He whispered, "The disciple is indeed, there is already a sweetheart. She is very good, and the disciple wants to cherish her."

"evil creature--"

The old abbot's white beard was trembling.

"Shi Jingcheng, do you still have me as a master?"

The old abbot had a self-cultivation and seldom got angry, especially for his favorite little apprentice, who had always been gentle and loving. Although the partiality was not obvious, it was enough to make other disciples jealous. Obviously angry, shouting Jing Cheng's name in person.

Jing Cheng's legal name was taken by the abbot, as clear and dust-like as a mirror, and he placed great hopes on it. Before the legal name of the monk, all were surnamed. The abbot was reminding him not to be confused for a while and forget his initial surname.

The nearest monk quickly supported the abbot, afraid that the old man would be fainted by excessive stimulation and fainted, and persuaded, "Brother, why are you suffering? Quickly admit a mistake with the old master."

The abbot also waited for his answer.

In the dull atmosphere, the young monk kowtowed again.

The Buddha in the temple is still holding flowers and smiling, but the disciples under his seat have a bone of rebellion. They want to betray the Buddha and do not fall into the world in the still water, but fall into the world. Gentle and affectionate interpretation flower.

"Master, the disciple knows what he is doing. He also knows that in life, he lives in thorns, his heart doesn't move, people don't move, and he doesn't hurt. But master, that night, the disciple wrote Lianhua 100 times Sutras, a thousand times of Prajna Paramita, many heart Sutras, but still unable to stop the craggy desire. "

"The heart was arrogant, and the disciple was already bruised and bruised. Master, the day I saw her, the disciple could no longer look back."

The abbot exasperated, "Are you going to die without repentance?"

"Please master."

"Boom--"

The golden Zen stick knocked heavily on his back, and Jing Cheng grunted.

"Please master."

"Boom Boom--"

"Please master ... Successful ..."

Not long afterwards, Jing Cheng's back was covered with flesh and blood, and blood flowed down the monk's clothing. The severe pain made Jing Cheng's entire head dizzy, as if a buzzing noise was ringing. In the end, the soaked mirror Cheng clenched his teeth with instinctive will.

The spine that was knocked hundreds of times was always straight.

He does not complain about the master's punishment, that is what he deserves.

Take the blame ... but don't repent.

After Jing Cheng twitched and passed out because of the pain, the well-respected Baima Temple was also pushed to the top of the storm, affecting the fate of many monks.

The cause of the matter was very simple. The father-in-law lost a pet of the snow fox. When he came to the door to ask for it, he found a large number of red dust and vulgar objects from the temple, which caused an uproar.

The most unacceptable thing for the world is that the famous monk Shi Jingcheng, who is known as the reincarnation of the Buddha, has fallen into love with the secular woman!

The believers have a fanatical worship of Jingcheng, and this kind of fanaticism has reached its peak after passing through the alley. In their minds, Jing Cheng is not stained with dust, and sits on the lotus platform to ride through the sufferings of the world. His life should be for the world and the people. How can it be narrow to only one person?

All sentient beings felt deceived and ran to the White Horse Temple to ask for an explanation.

However, the Lord has never appeared.

The disappointment and anger of believers are increasing day by day.

After being robbed by this, the White Horse Temple is like a white wall covered with dust, and the radiance shrouded in it dimmed.

While the abbot and his disciples were too busy to deal with the disaster, the culprit leisurely grabbed his wife's waist and watched the beautiful snow scene in the center of the lake.

The maidservants diligently fry the water and cook tea, half of the eyes do not dare to go to the grandfather and his wife, and do their own things tremblingly.

Lin Lang was regarded by Yan Guogong as an ignorant child, and he was hugged tightly on his lap. Although they were husband and wife, Yan Guogong was still very restrained in front of outsiders since they were married for a few months. Meng Lang would not hug her in public, and she was still embarrassed by her father.

"Don't do this, let me go." Lin Lang's face flushed and begged softly.

Yan Guogong turned his head and bit her ear with a loud sizzle. The warm and smooth tongue tip twirled carefully, conveying a hot confusion.

Lin Lang was able to bear it at first. Later, the man became more and more prone. Following the red mole behind her ear, she kissed the collarbone of her neck and shoulders all the time. She had to stop. "What are you doing?" She pushed the man's face. .

Yan Guogong paused, nibbled at the back of his hand, and tingled slightly.

Lin Lang did not look at him, and Yan Guogong was not annoyed. Instead, he brought a clear smile and said, "Madam, your red phoenix is ​​still struggling in the palm of her husband. Unhappy, kill him to death? "

The wife suddenly looked up, and she couldn't believe that he would force her in this way.

"Smile, eh?"

Yan Guogong nodded her lips with her fingertips.

Lin Lang's body was stiff, and she finally refused to succumb, raising her mouth as her husband intended. At the next moment, he was pinched by the tip of his chin, and the other party bowed his head and kissed him, stroking the back of his hair bun. .

Even though his wife has been particularly docile recently, Yan Guogong has not relaxed her supervision. Lin Lang was banned from walking in the small garden and could not get out of the way.

Outside the arch of Xiaoyuan, there are layers of heavy guards.

Lin Lang's way to go out was also very simple and rude. On the way of Yan Guogong, she took advantage of people's surprise and directly stunned her maid. The other person's figure was almost the same as hers. Lin Lang looked at her face for a moment and painted herself a similar makeup.

She successfully got out of the government and went to Baima Temple.

In the old Buddhist temple, only a few monks were sweeping snow outside the temple, and they felt quite desolate.

Lin Lang turned to a yard.

The paper window was wide open, and people with thin monk clothes faced the cold wind and looked at the sky and snow. In just a few days, the mirror was shaped like a bone, and there was no trace of blood on Junxiu's face. Only the dansha in the eyebrows was red and dazzling, reminding this person to be still on earth.

"Axiu!"

Lin Lang opened the hood inlaid with velvet, and the jade lips and jade face, like a colorful mountain hibiscus, stood in the wind and snow.

The monk stared blankly.

It took a long time for him to recover and realize what happened.

Not a dream.

Nor is it delusion.

Jing Cheng didn't even open the door, and hurriedly climbed up the edge of the window. His movements were a bit more clumsy than usual.

He almost didn't fall to the ground.

But he had no time to take care of the injury on his back or the pain in his leg.

"Da da da--"

Feet sink into the snow mud, making a rustling sound, the cold and biting ice water instantly soaked the monk's shoes.

Jing Cheng was full of joy.

Doing everything she could, at all costs, flew to her.

"Axiu!"

Lin Lang is screaming this time.

The monk rushed up like a deer, but embraced Lin Lang's legs. She could not help leaning forward, and the whole person was lifted high.

Even higher than Jing Cheng's head.

"I'm not dreaming," he said.

Lin Lang hadn't spoken yet, and the monk read another sentence, "Well, it's a beautiful dream, there is nothing to regret."

"Poof—"

The sweetheart laughed at his stupid, stupid look, and slowly lowered his face, his forehead pressed against each other, and a warm affection spread in the cold place, "You didn't dream."

Her voice was very light, like a flower on the floor, "Axiu, I'm here. I won't go anymore."

Jing Cheng's eyes were slightly red.

When he was pointed out by a thousand people, and came into the dust, she came, and no one looked back, came.

"Then do you want to follow me?" He looked up and his eyes were clean and clear. He used to hold his buddha, and now he is wearing his faith.

"Go to Jiangnan, go to the desert, go to all the places you like and are willing to stay. If you are tired, we will find a place where the water is beautiful, build a grass hut, raise a calf, and plow a few acres of fields, Plant a few peach blossoms. After a few more spring and autumn, when the melons are ripe, we can watch the humble little foal stripping the lotus in Xitou. "

"Come with me, will you?"

He sincerely held out a heart, unreservedly, let her see the acacia lines wrapped around it.

Lin Lang's fingers rubbed his beautiful eyebrows.

"it is good."

Jing Cheng smiled happily.

He was finally going to be the tender love man beside her.

"I am very happy that you can follow me."

He raised his neck and kissed her brow solemnly.

Unfortunately, I am a criminal without a future.

How can you let me be in danger with me?

Jing Cheng pinched Lin Lang's back neck, a sharp tingling came, Lin Lang lost consciousness, and fell softly on his body. Before the coma, she only saw that the vermilion was red and red.

To the extreme, it is decline.

"Too late."

His lips opened gently in her ears.

You are too late.

From the sixth day of May, see you for the first time, to December 23, the last time I see you.

Like the time of the ephemera, it was too short for him to settle, so this one likes innocence and recklessness, even with blood that hurts his body and hurts his bones.

It's too late.

Let him have no time to measure whether the sentiment lurking in the blood is in line with the rules, whether it is in accordance with the etiquette, just want to dump everything he has and teach her to understand his throbbing.

It will be fine earlier.

If it is the eighth day of April, just give you a bean.

If it ’s the fifteenth day of the first month, it ’s too late to send you a red lantern.

It would be good if he was three years old, and it was too late to boil the rest of the year into three jars of sweet and sour sweet plum wine, buried under a peach blossom tree.

Open an altar during the worship.

Open an altar at the full moon.

When Mu Xue was white-headed, he opened the last altar.

It would be better if it was earlier, in the snow, he thought so, stubbornly.