Chang Boning, who was originally obsessed with gardening, was invited by the abbot to preach the sutras and treatises shortly after Ruyi left.

He refused, so he left a note in the Buddhist house to explain whereabouts, and then he left with the little novice monk who led the way.

Feng Rugu walked a long way, and after returning, he sweated heavily and immediately took off his clothes and washed up.

Take off your clothes, sit in the bathtub, and lower your head to appreciate the tattoo under the water.

Above the scar, five and a half red lotus bloomed in the water swaying red like burning.

It was already autumn, and the weather was sometimes cold and sometimes hot, especially today. Even if Feng Rugu was injured, he had to admit that the day was strangely hot.

However, if he changed his light clothes, he would inevitably reveal the blooming red lotus.

So, after getting out of the water, Feng Rugu changed into a black shirt and lay on the bed. He picked out the few remaining ones from the brocade bag, mixed with tobacco leaves, and ignited them with a tobacco lamp.

A breath of smoke turned in his chest and scattered back into the air.

He watched as the silk-like smoke dissipated, with a feeling of hurting his species, and an indescribable pleasure.

But before he could be happy, the cigarette gun in his hand was picked up by someone.

Ruyi held his gun: "Eat."

Feng Rugu turned over and sat up, and went to grab it: "Hey, I'm going to give it back, I've only taken a few puffs!"

Ruyi raised his arm high and let him snatch it from side to side: "Burning your appetite."

Feng Rugu also knew that smoking would ruin his appetite, but after taking a few puffs, he wasted like this. It was a pity that when he saw Ru relied on his hands, Feng Rugu was anxious, so he simply fitted and pounced on him, hanging his whole body on his waist.

If a muscle is stiff, he will immediately turn his face away: "Damn it! Come down!"

Feng Rugu took his hand and sucked two puffs of cigarettes and said with a smile: "Nonsense will be nonsense. If the master wants to drive me out of the temple and sleep in the open, please take me out like this."

Ruyi's cheeky face was speechless and still refused to look at him, but quietly divided the light on him.

Feng Rugu usually wears white clothes, but Ruyi only thinks he is white. Now that he is on the black shirt, Ruyi feels that this person is so pale that he is more pale than his head, like a piece of thin body porcelain. The blood vessels under the neck are blue by the skin, and they are afraid of cracks when touched.

Feng Rugu temporarily relieved his addiction and jumped down with satisfaction, paying attention to the dishes tonight.

If you pinch the cigarette out, you can smell a trace of medicine fragrance remaining in the smoke.

...Yanhusuo is used for analgesic effects.

Ruyi sat down at the table and placed the dishes and chopsticks, trying to make his words seem to be asked casually, rather than worrying and distressing: "Will the wounds of the past still hurt now?"

Feng Rugu held the chopsticks and replied, "No. Sanchai sent cigarettes to him when he was indeed for the relief of pain. Now I am just a little addicted."

After Ruyi felt a little relieved, he turned cold: "I'll quit smoking."

Feng Rugu: "Okay, okay, yes, yes."

Such as: "…perfunctory."

Feng Rugu smiled: "Yes, you can see that you are so smart."

If you can't do anything, put your rice bowl in front of him: "Eat."

Feng Rugu looked around and said with great utmost urgency: "Do you have any wine? I want to drink."

For example: "Thinking."

Feng Rugu didn't continue to make trouble, and supported his chin and picked up vegetables from the plate.

He has a bad appetite, so he is really hungry when he is hungry, but when he really eats, his appetite is about the same as a kitten.

Ruyi has already understood his habits, so he deliberately cooked the dishes carefully and with less.

With an oil lamp, two people sat together and ate three plates of side dishes.

After the meal, Feng Rugu climbed onto the big bed honestly and unceremoniously, occupying the magpie's nest without blushing.

Ruyi packed up the dishes and sat down on the monk's couch, her cold and dignified attitude made Feng Ruju look unblocked.

Just like I Ning Shen meditated, I wanted to practice today's homework. However, after he was open to perception and increased his sensitivity to external objects several times, he felt extremely clearly that Feng Rugu was staring at him, his eyes wandering up and down, and he was even naked and vulgar.

He endured the gaze that looked up and down for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it: "...Is there anything good to look at?"

Feng Rugu moved his eyes away from his waistline, remembered every detail of his body carefully, and sighed softly: "Everywhere is beautiful."

Ru Yi said angrily: "Don't look again."

Feng Rugu turned his back, took his belt, tied it to his eyes, and smiled improperly: "Master, I'll take care of my eyes. How can you feel at ease?"

What Feng Rugu didn't know was that shortly after he tied his eyes, Ruyi, who had no intention of practicing again, ended his meditation, walked off the monk's bed, and came to his bed barefoot.

He ignorantly continued to speak to the void: "You continue to practice...but I can still speak."

Ruyi kneeled silently in front of the couch, holding her breath, and not responding to him.

The hall was filled with sandalwood fragrance, which disturbed Feng Rugu's only good sense of smell. He lay without any grudges and was at a distance of nowhere.

Feng Rugu said: "Master, you have returned to the temple. This time, you don't have to go with us anymore."

As soon as I think about it, I know.

He kissed Feng Rugu and broke the window. Feng Rugu could not have reacted and gave himself an answer.

...He is leaving.

This is his answer.

Feng Rugu didn't mind his indifference either: "Congratulations to Master, I'm going to get rid of my troubles."

As silent as if.

You... are not troublesome.

Feng Rugu turned sideways, supported his side face with his hand, lay on the bed, and smiled at the darkness, "Master, take this opportunity, I may not hide again. In the future, you may hear news about me in the temple-"

Ruyi didn't expect that he would come over suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was only left to intersect eyelashes.

Feng Rugu's warm breath sprinkled on his face: "... At that time, Feng Er changed into a rumor in the martial arts world and spread to the master's ears. The news must be true and false. The master must not believe it all, nor do he disbelief."

The cheeks, like white jade, flushed in an instant.

Feng Rugu couldn't get the reply, so he lay back on the bed, looked at the top of the tent and said to himself: "I really ignore me."

If you think about it, you want to leave me and still expect me to pay attention to you?

He turned to the monk's couch, pointed lightly, and what he said in his heart came from the monk's couch several steps away: "Do you want to teach me how to be a human being?"

Feng Rugu, who was on the bed, stopped talking. Facing the darkness, his lips opened and closed a few times, and said a silent sentence: "...No. I just want to say a few more words to you."

Understanding his lips, I was stunned.

Feng Rugu didn't know that his thoughts had been known. When he spoke again, his voice was still a singular and arrogant: "Master, Feng Er is really not a good person. He is willful and reckless. You have been taking too much responsibility these days."

Without waiting for Ru Yi to reply, Feng Rugu put his quilt on and said, "I'm going to bed. You go to bed early too."

After saying that, he stopped talking.

Feng Rugu was very well-behaved when he fell asleep, not noisy or quarrel, and his breathing was extremely light.

After observing for a long time, I was sure that he was asleep.

His long hair was untied and covered his cheeks in disarray, making his face look bloodless.

Ruyi gently lifted up his strand of hair and placed it on the pillow.

His movements were very light, and Feng Ruyuan had no way to detect them, so he just slept soundly.

Ruyi pulled down the belt that he tied to his eyes a little, revealing his eyes.

Feng Ruyuan's eyelashes are black and long, and with the slight shaking candlelight, casting a thick and colorful light and shadow.

For example, I have always recognized the superficiality, and after ten years of understanding Buddhism, I still see the mountains as mountains and water as water.

Now that I saw Feng Rugu, I saw the flowers blooming and the water and spring.

how so?

Ruyi said softly: "I don't care much about whether you are good or not. I don't care whether you are a good person or not. In my opinion, you are..."

He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to summarize the meaning of Feng Rugu in his mind, so he simply took out the jade comb from his arms.

According to the rules of Hanshan Temple, prohibited items are not allowed.

Combs are never among the banned ones because monks in the mountains cannot use them at all.

But the words engraved on it are first-class contraband.

If you hold the comb in your palm, you will finely sort out the long black hair that sealed the pillow, and a second answer will gradually emerge in your heart.

He lowered his voice and said softly: "You are...my selfish."

After combing his hair, he felt like he couldn't sleep. He took the guzheng and sat outside the yard for a while, playing the qin song of the Anshen, and pretended that it was not played by the person behind him.

It was not until Chang Boning and the abbot finished their discussion and returned on the dew. The two of them entered the room side by side. After saying a few simple words, they each rested, which was no problem.

The next morning.

The preaching and praying for blessings requires early, and the little monks stood up to prepare for various matters at the beginning of the Mao period.
To be continued...