Chapter 8 chapter eight

He first lit a stick of Miaohao incense in the meditation room. The green bamboos surrounding Tongyun Temple are like ink, a black veil has been shaken off the ground, and the night is extremely dim.The stars are arrayed, and the welcoming pine trees are already sleepy. Jingyi immediately sat cross-legged in meditation, just like the past days of asceticism and repentance.He has worked hard to have no worries, no regrets, no love and no hatred, and he has also lightened his body and mind to achieve a good dream. but tonight... A gust of wind. The monk thought for no reason. (Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time and saw that the five aggregates are all empty...)

Is it autumn chill? He channeled the inner fire in his dantian and continued to recite silently. (To overcome all hardships, the relics are not different from emptiness and are not different from form. Form is emptiness and form...) The chill subsided. The aroma follows. There is a pair of beautiful long phoenix eyes watching. Peace of mind.Peace of mind. A Buddha cannot succeed without a demon.A Buddha cannot succeed without a demon. Jingyi's body swayed slightly in the stillness.That anger, a little flustered, made his head shake slightly.If should be rejected.Be on the verge of leaving.Or anger or ignorance.

(That's why there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts, thoughts, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, touch...) When people are extremely weak, they are taken advantage of. No. "Master!" The red gauze flicked across his face. Red scarf! The monk sitting in meditation clearly felt it.red. One look, and she's there.is her! "I am cold." Red calyx clothes and silk skirts, snow-skinned red lips. Jing closed his eyes and meditated sternly and mercilessly.He knew that once the delusional mind circulated, the heavenly demon would not be driven away.

(Without vision or even unconsciousness...) A light nephrite jade hand caressed his hands, arms, and shoulders.and also…… "Desire" is Ru Chujun.Suddenly alert. Touched to his head.Comfortable and freehand, let out a sigh of relief. Demons are born from one's own mind.He shook his head vigorously. "There is no one else here." The woman said, "I just want to keep warm." He ruthlessly refused. The woman approached directly.laugh: "I am coming?" squirm.A little closer, it turns into a futon. "Shi Yansheng, pity I died for you!"

Jingyi was shocked. The futon squirmed again, and he couldn't sit still.The futon is like soft flesh, he has longed for it.There is a hand reaching into the cassock.I am cold. The monk insisted on keeping his eyes closed. The woman blew into his ear again, entered from the tunnel, and went straight through the five interiors, galloping like a fast horse, without order.When Jing struggled, her heart was in a mess. ——The jade hand grabs suddenly. She grabbed his lower body and refused to let go. Like thunder.Hurry up and try your best to jump up.His face was red and his ears were red, with complicated expressions.No no no.

The futon shamelessly wrapped Jingyi. The woman gave him a seductive look.Hold back not to move. "Master, why should you be afraid of me?" Her body is warm and fragrant, like a good quilt. He only felt that it was useful, and his lower body was about to move.Steeply swell, looking for a place to go. The night is deeper. The earth was as dark as ink and angry, and it was out of control.All are blind, so bold. In the darkness, only red calyx's eyes were shining brightly and glowing with water. Ink clouds piled up. "I just wanted to make you comfortable." Warmth.Like someone started picking out his ears.

A burst of softness.Thousands of troops and horses are making noise inside, trying to gallop out of the ear holes.Just waiting for an order. Quietly, thoughts fluttered. Thousands of lights flicker. In the lights, I saw another beautiful figure with a different charm.The red calyx gradually recedes, and Mrs. Qingshou gradually appears. He is confused. They are all lovely hues that go well with each other.Is it one person, or two? "Has Master gone through life and death?" Mrs. Qingshou's tear trickled down slowly and faded quietly on the skirt of her clothes. Quiet sweat.

She licked his sweat with her tongue.One drop, one drop.Like blood. The tongue of the snake. woman's tongue. Madam Qingshou suddenly transformed from a cold and arrogant smile into a lewd smile, making her look like two different people.With her hair shaved off, Yanni squinted at him.Use a small hairpin to pick up rouge and apply it on the lips.A little red on the snow-white face. The nun was riding on Jingyi. He struggled endlessly in his body, pushed in without thinking, and then pulled.Like a raging river, rushing onward in rage, hopeless and full of hatred.Clouds, mountains, seas and the moon are shaking.

The nun leaned back with her upper body.cater to him.I don't know who controls whom. Jing Yi was suddenly strong and hungry.Let's drink first.Let's drink first.He physically attacked inside her.There is killing intent. The tongue of fire at the waist and crotch was licking wildly, and the fire was burning upwards.Licking the sky.Smoke rose.At a loss.He looked at the fire, one by one, constantly destroying it, as if there was no one else around.Greedy and vile.He saw the woman with half-opened eyes... He was actually in the Tongyun Temple, on the top of the Daxiong Palace. ——The top of the palace!

All the gods, Buddhas, soldiers and generals of the heavens were watching his rendezvous.She clung to him. Quietly groaned.exert oneself.Happily miserable.The colors are whimsical.He works hard. "Hey—hey—" the woman gasped, teasing, "Don't go!" She clung to him and said, "...just...in it!" Rationality wants to go, but flesh and blood refuses to go. Jingyi was torn in half.The purple smoke and red dust of the explosion rose to the sky.He yelled terribly: "ah!--" He burst into her. He lost! He lost! With all his strength, he opened his eyes wide.Panting heavily, he shouted to the sky:

"Why test me?" (Prajnaparamita is more...) Spiritual practice has been poured into the east, and the water can't be recovered.All previous efforts were wasted. All hallucinations disappeared at once. Jingyi slumped down in the meditation room.A fallen leaf.The futon is the same as in the past, supporting the weightless and confused monk.She's not there She's not here.The futon was still not warm. The night has not passed.There was more drumming in the distance.If nothing happened, the small room is empty, and the heart is like still water. The earth was silent again. Maybe nothing happened. Only once was the demon in his heart bouncing around in the silence.It's the occasional bleakness on the roof beams, which never happened, but has become a memory, and finally disappeared.Practice does not matter whether you win or lose. He shook his head, steadied his mind, and calmed down his mood.Ah but that's all.He consoled himself.It's dawn, isn't it? (Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time and saw that the five aggregates are all empty...) The cassock was soaked with sweat. He smiled. "T-T--" Is this the sound of knocking at the door? who is it? "T-T--" Calmly, he opened the door. It's a little novice. Jingyi didn't take it seriously, and then walked back. Behind the little monk is Huiqing. She lowered her eyes, the shadows of her eyelashes were painted on her face like a fine brushwork.The nun in gray was silent. She saw the door open.He gently supported the little novice, pushed him aside, and entered through the door.She uses him as a shield. The little novice fell limply on the ground, dripping with blood. Jingyi didn't notice at all. Wait until the door closes.A dead man lay by the door, and a dead man lay in the courtyard. And the door was closed, and a strange visitor came. Only then did Jing Yi realize that it was her, and she was taken aback—is it a hallucination, or is it real?Can't tell. He was a little lost. distracted.Is this the beginning? Hui Qing remained calm: "Little novice brought me here to borrow a cup of tea." Jing Yi was puzzled, and his heart surged again. Huiqing approached.Whisper in his ear: "It's windy and cold outside. I want a very hot cup of tea." She clings to him. Her lips meet. Jingyi couldn't refuse.The woman in his thoughts, the red calyx and Mrs. Qingshou, the two are combined into one, living in front of him, she is a bhikkhuni! The two were entangled, stumbled and staggered.He was off guard. ——I saw a flash of fire in her eyes, and there was a kind of fantasy desire. He was breathing a little rapidly. Suddenly, her delicacy turned into a murderous look, and her face changed.I don't know when, he drew out a sword, the blade turned over, and came out from the bottom of the elbow, as if pushing the clouds to see the moon, and directly took Jingyi. He was startled, seeing the sword approaching, his eyes blurred, but he still dodged and retreated, but pushed down all the decorations in the meditation room.he shouted: "Who are you?" He fell down and sat on the futon. Huiqing's eyes were fierce, and she pressed forward coldly: "According to a secret order, take the head of the traitor Shi Yansheng to face him!" She sneered.Mercilessly: "The pride of a first-class killer is to hit the target without vain or indulgence." He couldn't hide it, and couldn't escape. Li Shimin's men finally caught him out.At the moment when he was most defenseless, he killed him.Kong has a good kung fu, but he died at the hands of a woman. Jing felt that the sword energy was rushing, and he was sure to die. Close call. A thin and thin figure appeared behind Jingyi, the horse sank first, pulled out the ground together, raised the sword high, and cut from above.Huiqing hastily blocked.But his sword glowed a blinding blue. The man let out an angry roar, in order to cut off the opponent's mind, to attack his unpreparedness, he swung his sword back, his momentum was like a rainbow, he first injured him, then he spit forward and stabbed his heart, three strokes were done. Very fierce. He is colder, more ruthless, and more ruthless than Huiqing. She was dumbfounded, in disbelief. Falling down in a pool of blood, with inexplicable doubts, froze on her beautiful face. It's all accidents! The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind, who is after the oriole?Real people don't show their faces. ——Jing was surprised to see this expert, he is the old abbot of Shidu! "Amitabha!" The old man said calmly. There was a muffled thunder, and the rain fell suddenly.Make a loud noise. Jing Yi was in a mess like a fly that had been pinched.In the wind and rain, he rushed out. In the courtyard, he swung his sword to vent. Stones cracked and bamboos were broken, and the rain continued. He was exhausted and his voice was hoarse: "Tired, you started the killing ring! Tired, you started the killing ring!" His guilt echoed in the wind and rain. Tired, you started the killing ring! ... The old abbot of Shidu was also in the rain. He scooped up his withered hands and washed his face with rainwater. Even the deepest wrinkles were washed clean, like a newcomer. He thankfully, mercifully: "Kill one and save countless sentient beings. The poor monk will alleviate her sins. Hey, if there is no benefit, why would I do it?" He replied with open-mindedness again. "Because of breaking the precept, I have to 'be a human' in the next life. Alas, all my achievements have fallen short!" Muttering to himself, shaking his head and sighing, "—it's like this every time." "Sorry, I haven't mentioned it. A hundred years ago, when I was eleven years old, an eminent monk took me as a disciple and taught me the way of 'do not hit the non-pulse, and hit the target with one arrow'. I watched animals in the mountains and practiced Martial arts, one day I saw a "lion throwing her cub": three days after she gave birth, she threw her cub from a cliff to a deep valley to test its ability. Brave and powerful; if you can protect yourself, you will be qualified to achieve the ideal of the king of all beasts. But this is only the first step, in the future it will hunt, grow, wipe out the enemy, subdue the crowd, and help the weak... the best is yet to come!" The abbot said: "Jingyi, people who have died once have nothing to lose, right?" Jingyi sat opposite the abbot in the Sutra Pavilion. Both of them were surrounded by scriptures.Abundant treasures, Sanskrit booklets, fragrant wood mountings, scroll booklets, and meticulous handwriting, no matter bamboo, wood or paper, are all neatly arranged in the spacious and clean attic. The lights have dimmed.After a day of quietness, I felt as if I was quiet in the mother's womb. —Waiting for something else to happen? As long as something must happen, it will come.But no matter what happens, it will pass. he asks: "Master, have you read all these scriptures?" As if nothing had happened to the old man: "I'm so old, I've seen it naturally, only twice." Jing Yi looked around the frighteningly vast scriptures, showing a look of admiration and surprise. "Twice 'just'?" "Remember? There are two words: 'White horses are filled with reed flowers, and silver bowls are filled with snow.' There are no people and no books." "Oh? These wise words must be contained in a certain book." Shidu smiled: "Sakyamuni has not determined the classics, and the Buddhist books have not been handed down in the world. The truth has already moved between the heaven and the earth. Why do we need to write? Because the best books are written with life and flesh." As soon as Jing raised her head, there were layers of peaks, unattainable. Between books and books, no one is allowed. It is densely packed with right and wrong. The book changed color. The book is wet. Faintly, a red liquid oozes out. Merged into a stream. Blood. Slowly flowing down, soaking the bookcase.The bookcase is painted with vermilion, and the color is darker now.All the way down to the ground, blood like rivers and seas climbed onto his crossed knees. let it come. Jing turned a blind eye. "Every generation has inescapable suffering," Shidu said in a deep and weak voice as he was aging, "the most frequently used word in Chinese history is the word 'kill'. If you want to have an epiphany, don't you also have to use the word 'old self'?" 'Kill it?' Quiet and silent. He didn't answer, lost in thought. "drink!" The old abbot gave a loud shout.Jing woke up with a start. "I'm almost there." He said, "I heard the sound of flowers blooming, smelled a strange fragrance, and heard music from a distance—I've never heard it sound so good, it's as good as a baby's laughter." He restrained his old state, innocent and gentle like a baby, the first and last glory. "Jingyi, come and pick up my mantle!" The old man just said this: "There is no need to enter the mountains, and there is no need to avoid the world. 'There is no need to sweep the pure land, and there is no need to close the empty door'." Jingyi hurriedly knelt down, throwing herself to the ground: "The disciple obeys!" After a long time, I raised my head. I saw that the abbot was very tired and fell asleep. Jingyi dare not disturb. a long time. Shidu passed away. The footsteps of life, reincarnated for hundreds of generations, at first it was chaotic and inexhaustible, and people had to keep walking without finding the end.Gradually blurred and distant, finally like moistening things and drizzle, and finally silent. Life, sucked into the air. With a ray of sky light, I leaned into the Sutra Pavilion. Another day. When any day in your life ends, it never comes back. Jingyi didn't know how many days he stayed in the Sutra Pavilion. By the time he came out, the day had changed. The empty mountain top was already surrounded by officers and soldiers. The morning light wiped away the miasma, but the pines rustled like weeping. Around Tongyun Temple, there are visitor pine trees, guest pine trees, and guest pine trees, each with its own posture and playing the role of hospitality. But these uninvited guests come uninvited, armed and guarded, standing under dangerous stones and above the abyss.Entering from the mountain gate, there is a stone corridor, and the team is led by General Huo Da, who is at odds with each other, and the arrogant arm eagle. "I found you!" It's been a long time. Huo Dalang said: "Send first-class masters, but also die in your hands, I admire! Admire!" Quietly: "The poor monk took refuge in the monastery." "I have the backing of the entire imperial court, what about you?" Huo Da was sure of winning, "If the dynasty changes, the monastery will no longer have the ability to protect you." Take a look around: "—When you look at me, doesn't that mean you see yourself?" Hoda raised his hand to signal. An envoy from the palace has arrived. Treasures, armor, official hats... and a fine horse are parked outside the temple. This volume is about six feet long and one foot wide. It is made of brocade and embroidered with clouds and dragon patterns. It is the imperial decree of today.The envoy's reading resounded through the monastery: "Following the fate of heaven, the emperor's edict said: the emperor governs the world with sincerity, and the whole family is a family, for the peace of the eastern and western Turks, Tie Le, Tubo, Korea... all foreign tribes, tidy up the rivers and mountains, and love talents if they are thirsty. Today, Shi Yansheng is returned to the palace and promoted to the palace. Up to the first-rank hussars general, serving the court side by side with Huo Da. This is the first month of the first year of Zhenguan." The attendant held the armor of a first-rank general in both hands.This is the extreme position that many warriors dream of. Jingyi didn't take it. Not moving like a mountain. "Defying the king's order is treason." "The monks are all empty." "If I humiliate my life, it will be a death penalty." Huo Da said, "Unless we clean up the mess, Shi Yansheng, you are still a shadow and will always be my demon." "Why bother, we are both chess spectators, you said that." "Hahaha!" Huo Da laughed, "No! The two of us are actually a chess game. There are only winners and losers under the sword, there is no right or wrong, it's very simple." It's fate, no matter how you explain it, it won't work. Both of them are clear. "It's not easy to meet a good opponent!" Huo Da's broad shoulders showed an indestructible will, the road was walked by people, if the road only accommodates one person, he will be killed.Throwing a sword at Jingyi: "Do you recognize your sword?" Jingyi stretched out his hand to take it, and it echoed in his hand, the old sword reunited after a long absence, the "Kua Fu Chasing the Sun" abandoned by Shi Yansheng.He drew the sword and got out of the scabbard. It shone like the sun's soul, the fire flickered, and the golden feathers flew around.The blade of the diamond pattern is as capable as his hand.He sighed: "In order to trample a small ant to death, an elephant concentrates all its strength on one leg, and often stumbles and falls to the ground." Hoda ignored it.Go ahead: "We are all warriors, why bother to say fancy words?" The officers and soldiers surrounding the monastery silently gave way. "Okay!" Jing said together, "I don't intend to escape, I will break up with you two, let's decide the outcome." "I'm not forcing you to make a move," Huo Da faced him squarely, "I'm just forcing myself to make a move."