"Little donor?"

He called, and there was no response for a long time, and there was no sound of water anymore, Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes and looked back, only to see the tranquility on the sparkling lake, where is there a little Qinghuan? He was shocked, ran over a few steps, looked around, and there was still time to save people, the surface of the water was suddenly broken, and a very thin thread, shining brightly in the moonlight, struck and encircled his wrist. , Drew him to the bottom of the lake.

Xuan Ji's internal strength was sealed, only the normal human energy, no matter where he could withstand this, immediately rushed down, aroused a big wave, and then the whole person sank to the bottom of the lake at a high speed.

He saw Qing Huan.

She was naked with white jade-like arms and legs, and she was only wearing simple clothes. The dark blue silk was floating in the water, and the moonlight seemed to be able to shine from the surface of the lake to the bottom of the lake. It was so clear, and her mysterious heart beat suddenly. .

She grabbed his hand, Xuan Ji also seemed to have forgotten the defense between men and women. He didn't know how he opened his eyes and breathed in the water. He only knew that the moment he was held by her, the Gujing-like heart was like being boiled. Wide open. Qing Huan pointed forward and motioned him to look.

Xuan Ji followed the gaze of her fingers. There were groups of fish and colorful water plants, and the moonlight seemed to turn into little elves, blending with the crystal clear lake. This is a beautiful world, one grass and one stone, every drop of water is a big world. Xuan Ji had never been to the bottom of the water before, and I didn't know it could be so beautiful underwater. He was greatly shocked by the peaceful and vigorous beauty.

Qing Huan knew Xuan Ji's Buddha-nature and Buddha-mind. As long as he was given enough conditions, he would naturally be able to enlighten the Dao and improve his realm.

She rolled over in the water, dexterously like a mermaid, looking at it in a mysterious way. Animals never think about other things. They live to survive, live in an open manner, die in an open manner, and pursue everything in an open manner. In this area of ​​water, she seemed to live with the world.

I don't know how long he stayed at the bottom of the lake. When Xuan Ji was pushed out of the lake, the linen on his body was wetly attached to him, but his handsome face looked so distant and solemn in the moonlight, with picturesque brows.

Qinghuan emerged from the water, her long hair throwing beautiful arcs and pearl-like water droplets. She looked at the expressions of the monk. The monk who is incomprehensible and loves the world, and the heart is like an ancient well. The monk who only lives for the common people can't afford it. Sitting cross-legged on the shore, clasped hands together, sang a Buddha's name, Amitabha.

Qing Huan grabbed her clothes and put them on. There was still a string of crisp bells tied to her feet. As she walked, the sound was pleasant. She walked to the eminent monk with bare feet, bent down, and shouted, "Monk."

Xuan Ji's eyes closed slightly, very strange, even though he was dressed in rags, even if he was embarrassed with water drops, his brows were still full of compassion. Qing Huan looked at him for a while, feeling boring, turned around and walked towards the bamboo building, but at this moment, Xuan Ji whispered behind him: "I like you."

Not a poor monk, not a small benefactor, but me and you.

Originally, Qing Huan just wanted him not to be so tight, so she pulled him into the water, but didn't want him to enlighten the way... But she realized the way of men and women?

Under the bright moonlight, the little girl didn't look back, and Xuan Ji didn't care whether she looked back or whether she responded to this feeling. He only seeks to be ashamed of his heart and not ashamed of the Buddha. "If I hear it, my heart is like Bodhi, and I will get the dust. I have enlightened and have a clear conscience."

"Even if you like me? A demon?" Qing Huan turned and tilted his head to look at him. The monk looked extraordinarily sacred and solemn under the moonlight, and even confessed his heart as if he was practicing Zen.

"Before the master passed away, he said that I have gone through the world and experienced the sufferings of the world, so that I can save all beings and cultivate righteousness. However, I always resist the love of men and women. Whether it is Haitang or Baiyue, I have no love or worry for them. Worry about it, I thought this was my life, but I didn't expect you to be my way."

This person... Qing Huan seemed to see the Buddha's light from the other side. So candid, so idealistic, so pious, a born eminent monk. "What if I don't like you?"

"I have no regrets." Now that he is in love, it is his business. If there is no love in your heart, how to love others? Xuan Ji couldn't fully explain what he had just obtained underwater, but at the moment he surfaced, he did understand that he had to face his own heart and face and accept it calmly.

To be honest, Qing Huan has lived to this day, even if it is not counted as the time that cannot be measured by numbers at the bottom of the Forgotten River, she is still very old. There are countless men who love her. She has gone through countless loves and every world. She also gave out her loyalty, and she had seen all kinds of confession. It was the first time Xuan Ji like this.

He likes you, it doesn't matter whether you like him or not, he doesn't ask for anything in return, he asks for the truth all his life, and you are his way.

Generally, monks find themselves moved, either by refusing to admit it, or by painstakingly suppressed, but Xuan Ji is frank in telling him, no matter whether the other party accepts it or not, he is calm, maybe this is his buddha nature compared to everyone else. The reasons are high.

Qing Huan suddenly became teasing. Have you ever seen someone confess to you that they like you, but they seem to be talking about the weather today? She threw away the clothes in her hand, still wearing only the robes, with her long hair draped and walked closer to Xuan Ji.

When I want to come to Xuanji, I haven't encountered sexual temptations, at least the female ghost Haitang has done it. However, in front of Xuan Ji, a beautiful woman who had been naked with all her charms was no different from the grass or stone at hand. All things are spirits, he did not only value human beings, nor did he despise everything in this world. Like a mountain, stay still.

She squatted next to her like a child, touching his bare head, the ring scar on her head was quite uneven, Qing Huan gently tapped with her finger, and asked: "Then if I like you too, will you be vulgar for me? Marry me as your wife and stay together for a lifetime? Are you not a monk anymore? Don't you save all sentient beings?"

"I still want to save sentient beings, but I like you too." Xuan Ji uttered these words and stopped talking. He closed his eyes and concentrated on meditating. The clothes on his body were wet, so he was not too burdensome.

Plain and firm, Qinghuan couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. She stood up and walked towards the bamboo building. She had no love for human beings. She loved everything in this world, but she couldn't love it anymore. On anyone. She has experienced so many worlds, she has accompanied so many people through her life, but never fell in love with any of them again.

She can't find love anymore.

But Xuan Ji. Qing Huan looked back again, and under the moonlight, the tall and gentle monk folded his hands together, chanting religiously.

Whether it is Buddha or Tao, Qinghuan doesn't believe it, she only believes in herself, and she doesn't even care about heaven. These three thousand worlds, Mahayana and Hinayana, fairy Buddha, devil, and evil corpse, are none of her. She seems to be alive and not alive, as if she is not dead, she is neither a **** nor a monster, heaven can't control her, she is out of the six worlds. She is the most unique one between heaven and earth, in a corner where Heaven and Dao never noticed, she has become the joy of today.

Immortal, immortal, immortal, and magical.

But what else is she missing?

Why can you love every flower and grass in this world, but refuse to love mankind alone? Why is it that countless time has passed, and she still has no affection for people? She obviously has seen gentle and kind people before, but why is she still full of disappointment in her heart?

This time, Qing Huan knew that it was not a demon, but confusion.

It was the mysterious silence that made her confused.

When she came out from the bottom of the Wangchuan River, heaven and earth contended. She had suffered and suffered, and she was tenacious, just as Xuan Ji said, she never had a clear conscience.

Her heart grew back, and it was beating, but only through the ghost's heart could she feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Once related to "people", she erected a high wall. She looked down at these people condescendingly, and why.

She has also received undivided love.

Tonight, Qinghuan didn't sleep, Xuanji didn't sleep. Early the next morning, Qing Huan lay in bed and refused to move. She thought about it all night. She never expected that she had reached this state, and she still couldn't see through things. She was unhappy when she thought that it was the idiot monk's fault. Yi Gulu turned over and got up, and stepped on the crisp bells with bare feet to find Xuan Ji. He didn't think about getting better if she was uncomfortable.

Ai Zhuangdi, she doesn't want to think about it anymore, and then think of a heart demon like before. She will live now and find something interesting for herself, and she will understand it someday.

One day she will understand, she will definitely understand.

Xuan Ji had already prepared breakfast, and when she saw her coming, she smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth: "Morning."

"Early or early, it's still early for three poles in the morning." Qing Huan murmured, the person's eyes were very gentle and peaceful, she relaxed her heart and felt that her ears were hot when she saw it. Ah... this kind of heart-pounding feeling is just felt by someone else's heart.

Xuan Ji heard her grunt, thought she was childish, and smiled slightly. Qing Huan caught him smiling sharply, and immediately annoyed: "You laugh at me!"

Declarative sentences, not interrogative sentences. Before Xuan Ji had time to answer, she patted him! Then he smiled triumphantly: "Did you see your little Qingmei at the martial arts conference that day?"

It took a long time for Xuan Ji to realize who Xiao Qingmei is: "You mean Master Bai Yue?"

"Now you know that you are called Master Tai?" Qing Huan hummed. "Did you see that she became fat?"

...He really didn't pay attention.

"I put Gu on them. This Gu is not harmful to the body. It will make people appetite, especially if they want to eat meat." Qing Huan deliberately shook her fingers in front of Xuan Ji. "I see that compassionate old Ni is much older than you. She has been a monk for so many years. She couldn't hold it back. I want to see you can't bear it."

Hearing that, Xuan Ji was clear, and calmly settled down: "You didn't say you wanted me to be your test product before, you just want me to try Gu? You just want to be happy."

What makes her happy is fine. If he doesn't invade her, he won't bother to care about him!