Nightfall

Sang Sang did n’t realize where this poem was better, and felt worse than the poem he had written for Ning Que ’s murder, and she remembered that the monk had threatened herself and Ning Que outside the college, so she turned around close the door. Chinese website

The shop door was blocked by Wu Dao's hand. He did not conceal his obsession and fanatical possession. He looked at Sang Sang and said excitedly: "In order to allow you to follow me freely to the wandering world to see the ebb and flow, flowers and flowers, thank me I assure you that I will kill your young master in the shortest time. "

Hearing this, Sang Sang turned around and looked at his face seriously.

Wu Dao looked at the serious look of the little maid and became more intoxicated. She stretched out her hand and tried to touch her face.

As his fingertips approached his tiny black face, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the transparent and intoxicating smell on Sang Sang's body, which was seeping into his body. His breathing was slightly short and he said very seriously: "My life You have never met a woman who is so excited, you must be mine. "When he said this, his expression was solemn and dignified, and there was no greedy and obsessive look. His rotten robes were still worn by Feng Nan. Dust, yet every pore on Qingjun's face seemed to be running a feverish body fluid, and every word seemed to spread the smell in the wind.

Sang Sang took a step back, avoiding the wet and slippery fingers like the snake snake letter, and looked at the slightly raised crotch of the monk. There was no disgusting emotion on his face, even no emotion, and turned to reach out and took a pot. In the tub is yesterday's vegetable washing water, which is specially prepared for flushing the toilet.

The old man didn't know when to slip back to the backyard to get the pot of water out and wait beside him calmly.

Sang Sang took the sharp basin, raised his arms, and slammed forward.

A clatter.

This pot of muddy water splashed on Wu Dao, and drenched him from head to toe, and two yellow rotten leaves of rotten vegetables drooped on his shiny bald head, with a solemn expression on his face Suddenly froze.

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

The soaked Dao Dao stood under the stone steps, and it took a long time to wake up. He reached out and wiped off the muddy water on his face. He slowly picked off the two rotten leaves above his head, and his face gradually faded. A smile appeared.

He met Sang Sang twice and he did not conceal his greedy enthusiasm, but at this time he was drowned by a basin of water and drenched in his heart. The smile on his face finally appeared the first cold and indifferent taste .

Because Dao is very distressed and angry, he does n’t understand why this little maid should treat herself like this and want to please her, and want to put her in the room and cherish it on the quilt. Is there anything wrong? Do n’t you feel honoured and then pass out happily? How dare you splash me with water?

However, the more he is, the greater his interest in Sang Sang. With the cold smile, the heartbeat that wants to occupy the other party and damage the other party's clean body is more rapid and excited.

I have been monitoring the Yulong gang in Lin 47 Lane, and noticed the movement of the old pen Zhai Tao. Several Tsing Yi men came over and surrounded Wu Dao in the middle, lowering his voice and saying coldly, "The people in this shop are all Siye ’s friend, if you monk do n’t want to see tomorrow ’s day, leave immediately and never come back.

The love monk realizes that Tao comes from the unknowable place, who cares about these worldly characters. It's just that in the city of Chang'an hiding dragons and lying tigers, the Datang Empire is strong, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous and it wasn't too late at this time. There were many inconveniences in the alleys where people were pointing.

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

After saying this, he ignored the fish-dragon gangs in Tsing Yi, trousers and shoes, light Nan robes, turned and walked indifferently to Lin 47 Lane, the monks swayed lightly, and the straw shoes trampled down Long dead leaves.

The shadow of the fallen branches of the bare winter tree covered his calm face

On the night of mountain climbing on the second floor of the academy, he was slightly burned by Master Yan Se and burnt the monk's sleeve. He temporarily left Chang'an and traveled to the southern mountains. He has not been in the Tang Dynasty for a few months, and he has rarely seen anyone, so He didn't know what happened after spring. He didn't know who the little maid who was so excited and excited about him. He didn't even know who Ning Que was. He just hated and remembered a guy named Zhong Dajun.

From the spring to the winter solstice, the cold is getting deeper, and time will always dilute many things, such as fear, Taoism and courage to return to the Tang Dynasty, through some means to know that Master Yan Se seems to be worrying about some things recently, he thought of the horrible The Rune Master should not remember himself, and his fear gradually receded, so he came bravely to Chang'an, the capital.

Because he missed the little maid very much, he wanted to have that little maid, as if destiny or chance, he saw each other the next day when he entered Chang'an City, following her all the way from Princess Palace to Lin 47 Lane It was hard to suppress the excitement and knocked on the wooden door of Lao Bi Zhai, and finally got a pot of dirty water and two rotten dishes.

Anyway, the blazing heart and the inexplicable attraction cannot be quenched by a pot of water.

He is a sentient monk, and since he left Xuankong Temple, traveling around the world, regardless of the moon or the Nanjin, countless girls and small families of jasper have descended under him, how can they be frustrated by a little maid face Tao?

Wudao smiled and walked in the alley under the winter tree.

The old man ’s gaze passed through the cabinet frame on the wooden door, looking at the back of the young monk walking toward the alleyway, thinking in silence: “A monk can feel the peculiarities of Sang Sang. The Xuankong Temple is really extraordinary.”

Walking back to the backyard, he found that the tub containing the vegetable water was thrown into the corner, and instead of continuing to sit back at the table to eat, Sang Sang squatted by the stove and looked at the weak but pure **** at his fingertips Hui daze.

"Stop eating?" The old man asked.

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

The old man smiled and said, "There are some cults in Buddhism, and the monk's insanity is probably the result."

Sang Sang ignored his chin and watched the firewood burning in the eyes of the stove, and wondered how to quickly improve his divine level. At present, her realm was too low, and the condensable Haotian Shenhui was faint and weak, powerful and Ordinary fires are almost the same. It is fine to light dry wood, but it can't deal with those powerful practitioners.

The old man looked at the determined expression on her small face and sighed, "Heart barrier is extremely bad for the practice."

Sang Sangtou did not turn back and said softly: "He said he would kill the young master in the shortest time."

She never said anything, and the ground did not make any demands, but the old man understood why she was so eager to raise her state: she wanted to kill the young monk in the shortest time.

The old man smiled at Sang Sang's back and said nothing.

Night has just arrived, and twilight is still the last stubborn in the West. It was at dinner time that an alley in the east of Chang'an City was quiet and unmanned. The winter trees on the side of the lane painted the dim sky into countless irregular lattices ... Wu Dao withdrew his gaze from the sky and smiled to move forward. However, his eyes suddenly shrunk in the next moment.

There was a man in the alleyway. The face was dim and the face could not be seen clearly, but from the rickety body, it should be an old man. What made him feel a guilty mood ... He did not know when this old man appeared in the alleyway.

Wu Dao was silent for a moment, and walked towards the lane. He saw his face closer. He found that he had seen the old man in the shop in Lin 47. The water left by the pot of vegetables was there. In the hands of the old man.

The old man standing in the alleyway looked at him with a slight smile, and said kindly: "You can see the potential of Sang Sang ... good eyesight, even among the younger generation of practitioners."

Wudao 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, but he did not want to do it. what.

Because this person with a ricket like an ordinary old man is definitely not an ordinary character, because the other party can stop the friend's alley without noticing, because the other party knows what to repair.

After all, Wudao was a proud young man. He would never accept an unknown old man to teach himself, saying proudly, "It turns out that her name is Sang Sang. I know, you can leave. "

The old man smiled and said, "I know you are from Xuankong Temple."

Wu Dao's complexion changed slightly, but he didn't expect to see Xing Zang through the other party at a glance.

The old man said calmly: "Xuankong Temple rarely punishes its disciples, and your state is much worse than the seven thoughts of that year. Naturally, it is not qualified to walk the world on behalf of the temple, so I have some puzzles why you appear in the secular world.

Realizing the Taoism again, he didn't expect that the other party knew so much about Xuankong Temple. He even knew that Brother Qi Nian had subconsciously slowed down, and the tattered monk's clothes fluttered in the wind.

He looked at the old man Shen Sheng and said, "The palace knows that I come 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, so the name of the temple is something that has no power and no meaning."

Listening to this, Wudao became more wary, watching the old man silent.

"Just say that you are in this Chang'an city, and many people know Xuankong Temple, and they know how to watch, not to mention that the academy is at the foot of the mountain south of the city, so your origin is for the people in this city. It's nothing. It's just that Chang'an City has been distracted by something recently, and Yan Se didn't take care of you, and other people can't care about you, so you can be so arrogant, otherwise you really think that the name of Xuankong Temple alone Fear the Tang people? "

The old man looked at him and continued, "That thing has something to do with me. You can act like 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 apprentice."

Wudao vaguely guessed the identity of the old man. The rickety thin body suddenly became very tall. He suppressed the shock of his heart. He bowed in a panic and bowed. He changed his attitude in an instant. He said extremely politely: "Tao, this It ’s something I did n’t do, I left immediately. ”

The old man looked at him and said nothing.

The alley was quiet and silent, and the atmosphere of death continued for a moment. The young monk vaguely understood something. His voice became hoarse. He looked at the other party and said: "Even if you are a big figure in the Xiling Temple, but I am a person in Xuankong Temple, after all, In addition, the teacher is a priest in the temple, and I heard that I had met you by chance. "

The old man still didn't speak, just looked at his eyes calmly

Wudao felt that his body was stiff and strong, and he suppressed his fear. He bit his tongue and made his mind more savvy and calmer. He said: "I admit that the master of Xuankong Temple is not my master, he is me. Father, I ’m his illegitimate child, so I will leave, and ask Tao to show mercy. "

Hearing that the old man responded in silence, he slowly shook his head and said, "The betrayal of the temple leaves Taoshan, so for me in this and the situation, my heart has been freed from the fetters, and freedom is not hindered. Do n’t say your father, then It ’s the resurrection of Mozong, and the people in the three unknowable places of Xuankong Temple knowing and watching are all here, and I can still ignore it. "

The tattered monk's clothes on Wudao shook slightly in the night breeze. He looked at the old man and asked, "How can you forgive me for some negligence inadvertently?"

"Xian Tao said that you have good eyesight and can see Sang Sang's potential, but that's just the surface, because until now you still don't understand how important Sang Sang is to me. When she frowned and displeased, the world in my eyes would be No longer bright. "

As the old man's tone became more and more serious, especially when he heard the last sentence, two lines of cold sweat slowly flowed from the top of Wu Dao's smooth head, trembling and begging for mercy: "The younger generation Xian Tao is blind, please forgive me. "

The old man raised his long and thin index finger and stretched to the cold winter night breeze, saying, "No, your eyes are blind now."

Wudao understood this sentence, felt great fear, screamed, and his hands protruded from the monk's clothes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ formed a superb handprint of the Buddhist sect, drawing an obstacle, and the monk's clothes drifted towards Skimmed behind the alley.

The Buddha's handprint exudes a subtle and grand atmosphere, but when it touches the candle-like light of the old man's finger, it is like the snow meets the spring sun, and the mud spot enters the washing basin and disappears instantly.

The figure of Wu Dao's backward glance seemed to be bound by the light shining from the flame. His feet in straw sandals could not leave the ground at all, and his body stretched like a shadow but could not stay away.

He looked at the light candlestick between the old man's fingers, his eyes full of fear.

Guangyan's milky white color occupies his black pupil, and then quickly expands, obliterating fear.

Then his black eyes burned.

A scream of sorrow sounded in the quiet alley.

Bright and clean, no dirt, so the purest and most easily stained.

The light quality is pure and temperatureless, so the most fanatical and coldest.

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