dhibooks Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
When the two walked back, they had nothing to say when they came at the same time, they were both silent.
Back at the bamboo house, the sound of the waves in the bamboo forest was urgent, Hua Ziyao stopped, and Chiruo walked to the bamboo gate, the candles in the bamboo house were flickering, the plain white curtains revealed a piece of light, and the warmth enveloped Chiruo's somewhat cold back.
He turned his head, Hua Ziyao plain white monk robe, bright red hem, black silk like a waterfall, phoenix eyes slightly raised, looking at him, just like usual.
Chiruo lowered his eyes and said softly: "The benefactor just talked about Purdue, about the sea of suffering..."
"Yes," Hua Ziyao raised her eyes, "how is it?"
Chi Ruo looked at him, "Even if the benefactor is a sea of suffering, if I think about it, I will definitely make this sea disappear!"
The peach-blossom eyes, which are usually moist and affectionate but always indifferent and cold, suddenly burst out with a burst of light, burning and powerful, proud and noble.
Hua Ziyao's eyes were full of interest. He never thought that a monk who had always been indifferent would have such an expression. He was indeed a little surprised, and the interest he already had was so intense.
"Oh?" He smiled provocatively, "The deity will definitely wait, hope again, don't lose your word."
Chi Ruo also smiled faintly, and her curved peach eyes showed a bit of charm, "But the little monk doesn't want it now, and the benefactor doesn't want it either."
Hua Ziyao: "..."
Seeing Chi Ruo like this for the first time, there seemed to be something different, Hua Ziyao calmed down, "Then when do you want to? Anyway, the deity doesn't want to at any time."
"I always feel that you seem to have forgotten that you are a monk." Hua Ziyao said.
Chiruo lowered his eyes, "If you don't change your original intention, you will succeed."
After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the room, regardless of what the pavilion master who was still standing in the wind outside the room wanted to say.
The pavilion master, who was still standing in the wind, carefully recalled his original intention, but it seems that it has been too long, and he has already forgotten it.
Hua Ziyao smiled, "This monk is so stupid that he started talking nonsense." Hua Ziyao shook her head, turned and left Zhushengju.
Chi Ruo sat quietly in the room for a while, and now he still doesn't know, still doesn't know why all living beings are like this, even though some people understand it, they don't want to get rid of the suffering of mortal reincarnation, even though some people haven't comprehended it, but they are smart, but they don't want to go Enlightenment.
In his opinion, the former is like Hua Ziyao, and the latter is like A Lai.
If so, even though the sea of suffering is boundless, if they are unwilling to turn back, how can Purdue, who upholds the Dharma, reach out, or in other words, reaching out is just ignored, and no one is willing to turn back.
Because the farther you go, the more things you get, and the more things you look forward to, or there is no expectation in the road ahead, just because there is no expectation when you look back, so you have to make do with it.
If you think so.
……
Hua Ziyao originally wanted to take off the monk robe, but after thinking about it, she felt that the wind at night was really strong, so she put it on again and walked for a walk.
Da Qi followed behind, silent.
After a long time, Hua Ziyao suddenly asked: "Da Qi, how long has this deity been away?"
Da Qi replied: "Three years."
"Three years?" Hua Ziyao suddenly laughed, "I forgot."
"What was the reason for going out last time?" Hua Ziyao asked.
Da Qi replied: "Three years ago, the emperor passed away."
Hua Ziyao narrowed her eyes, "You remember clearly."
Big Seven didn't answer.
"Forget it, let's go back." Hua Ziyao turned around, without the flaps of her usual chic robes fluttering, the plain white monk's robe blocked the width of the bright red brocade robe, but only fluttered slightly, without the chicness of the past.
Hua Ziyao often gets up late, and won't even open her eyes until the sun is three poles, especially in winter, she can stay in bed all the time.
Hua Ziyao sat on the head of the bed, playing with a delicate and exquisite pan, not feeling sleepy at all.
Ask Daqi to go to Zhushengju to see what Chiruo is doing, Daqi came back soon, and the answer he brought was nothing new.
Although the monk was not meditating anymore, Da Qi said that he had already rested, lying on his back with the quilt tightly covered, of course his sleeping appearance was very honest, and there would be no snoring or anything like that.
After a long time, the exquisite bell in Hua Ziyao's hand made a "ding", and Hua Ziyao asked, "Daqi, what is the name of Zhushengju?"
Da Qi is also a down-to-earth person, "Very good, very appropriate."
Hua Ziyao nodded, "This deity also thinks it's good."
Da Qi's figure was hidden in the darkness, Hua Ziyao raised his eyes, the red mole at the corner of his eye looked like blood under the candlelight, he asked softly: "Da Qi, is this deity a little ruthless?"
Da Qi was taken aback, this question was not in that cheat book, it seemed that he had to write the pen to record this sudden question.
Hua Ziyao didn't care about his small thoughts, and said to himself: "This deity even gave his place to others, and even changed his name..."
The voice of the owner of the old man's pavilion was low, and the almost inaudible breathing in the room gradually died down. Da Qi hid silently in the darkness, unable to see his face clearly.
Hua Ziyao lay on the bed and waved her hand lightly.
All the candles in the room were extinguished, and it was pitch black, only the wind outside the window was getting faster and faster, whistling past, like a demon attacking.
Hua Ziyao closed her eyes, thinking that she would be able to sleep peacefully.
……
Da Qi closes his eyes lightly, thinking of the previous owner of Zhushengju, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, he can say a few words without knowing what to do.
Hua Qing always likes to break off a thin bamboo strip, laughing and saying that this person is stupid and that person is stupid Hua Qing.
If he came back, he should also accept that Hua Qing was really gone.
The wind is rushing and the sky is dark, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and late autumn is here, and soon it will be winter.
What is there in winter?
In winter, there are countless hungry animals, countless corpses that died of hunger and cold, and there are frozen dead plants all over the mountains and plains, with messy branches.
But in winter, there are winter plums standing proudly above the auspicious snow, and spring waiting to sprout under the auspicious snow.
The author has something to say: The title of Daqi's treasured secret book is "Three Thousand Naughty Questions of the Pavilion Master".
(Overhaul, repair, repair!!) I even changed the summary (Secret of the Wild Peach Tree?!)!The number of words is directly reduced by more than 1000! O__O"...
This chapter is now the chapter _(:зゝ∠)_ of Wild Peach Tree Weeping and Fainting in the Toilet.