There was a small monastery and a pair of lonely women.
The bright moon is shining, the clouds are gradually dispersing, and under the faint moonlight, the green grass outside the Zen room is covered with a layer of scattered pine needles. The cold light shines into the open door, and the spring scenery inside is half-hidden in the dimness.
The white jade Guanyin on the table showed half of her face in the moonlight, and her faint smile remained the same, but her eyes looked different under the halo of the moonlight.
Heavy breathing appeared from time to time, and the person hiding in the corner was entangled in the room. He rolled from the hall to the foot of the bed, climbed onto the bed, and then carried him to the hall. Along the way, there were still wrinkles of clothes and traces of emotions.
, and the sound that you try your best to hide but can't help but want to hum, is wonderful.
The sound is extremely small, but it is particularly obvious in the dark night when a needle drop can be heard.
The lingering sound floats into the distance with a sultry flavor. It is probably unprecedented in this century-old temple, the holy land of Buddhism.
Although it is inappropriate to appear here, it is undeniable that this slight sound is just right. It makes the whole temple, which has been passed down by time, the sound of Buddha, and the world, add a touch of human touch.
I don't know if I felt the smell in the air, but the few meditation rooms in the temple that still had lights turned off their lights one after another, and gradually became quiet. Only one meditation room left a lingering light that lingered for a long time.
In the Zen room where the fire was lit, the sound of wooden fish that had stopped before could be heard again at this moment.
clatter……
clatter……
clatter……
It is strange that the sound of the wooden fish at this moment has a gentle rhythm and uniform intervals, which seems to reveal the inner peace of the pilgrims at this time.
The sound of wooden fish and the sound of the sound next door complement each other and become the most beautiful note of Guanyin Temple in the past century.
It's a pity that no one appreciates it.
The same day and night.
There is also the same woman who cares about a man.
In the new boudoir in the west wing, there is someone else beside Liu Ruyan, but it is her mother, Mrs. Liu.
Liu Ruyan married into the Xia family without any relatives, and was treated coldly by her husband on the first day. Now on the first day of the wedding, her husband disappeared without a trace and never looked at her. As a daughter's family, how can she not be worried? How can she be calm?
Therefore, Liu Ruyan took Mrs. Liu to live with her at home today on the pretext of missing her mother. Anyway, the young master and his wife were not here, so no one would say anything.
That night, mother and daughter had a long talk.
Liu Ruyan told her mother all the sadness and grievances she had felt in recent days. Thinking about the initial resistance and the subsequent change, and seeing what she was experiencing now, she only regretted that her attitude was not firm at the beginning, otherwise it would not be fair.
There are so many worries for no reason.
"Mom, my daughter regrets it! If I had known this, I shouldn't have married her in the first place."
"Ruyan! You can only say this in front of your mother, and not in front of anyone else! Marriage is a trivial matter. Once you are married, you can't have two minds."
"Mother! My daughter knows. But she is confused. With my Liu family's family fortune, it is infinitely better than this family's! Why did mother choose to marry her daughter as a concubine? Have you ever thought that you have wronged your daughter?"
"Mom, of course, I know your grievances. But for the bigger and more important goal, there are some things you have to do, and there are some grievances you have to endure, do you understand?"
"I……"
"Ruyan, you don't have to be discouraged by the temporary neglect. Men all over the world are the same. They have different thoughts and changes. As long as you are self-restrained and responsible in this family, your husband will like you one day."
"Self-denial and self-discipline? Duties? Mother, shouldn't you teach your daughter some ways to please men?"
"Your husband is slightly different from other men. Look at the two girls Qin Huairou and Yazhi. One of them is content and the other is showy. How are they treated at home? Qin Huairou is praised to the sky, and Yazhi
But she has been treated coldly. So, if your man likes a quiet, well-behaved woman, remember that as long as you keep a low profile in this family, you will definitely have a place."
"Daughter...I understand."
…
It is a good time to enjoy the spring night in the ancient temple.
A night of ups and downs seemed not enough to fully express Xia Shang's vigorous love.
It wasn't until the morning light dispersed and the woman was as limp as mud that Xia Shang began to simply clean up the mess in the Zen room.
Qin Huairou was lying on the ground, with the torn plain clothes turned into strips of cloth and spread around her waist, slightly covering the most provocative part. After a crazy night, Qin Huairou had already lost her strength and felt that she couldn't even move her toes.
I want to have a good sleep and sleep desperately.
Everything last night is still vivid in my mind, and every time I think about it, it feels unreal. I can’t believe that I and my husband could do such a ridiculous thing in front of the Bodhisattva. I feel crazy, excited, happy, moved, and I can’t explain the reason.
enjoyment.
Similarly, Xia Shang also experienced the most wonderful night in his life. The woman lying on her side in the room had a kind of magical power. Only by tasting it can you know how tempting she is.
Xia Shang regretted a little, feeling that this kind of thing should not happen, because once it starts, there will be no end. Whether it is body or heart, Madam is too tempting. At this moment, in his heart, Xia Shang just wants to live in this Zen room for the rest of his life.
, you don’t need anything, as long as you can hold your beloved wife’s body and have fun every night, that’s enough.
While thinking, Xia Shang accidentally took another look, and when he saw the charming look of his wife's soft body when she was lying down, something moved in his heart.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a young monk sweeping the floor outside the house screamed: "You... you..."
He left the door open all night and didn't pay attention to it at dawn, but was actually seen by a monk from the Guanyin Temple.
Hearing the sound, Qin Huairou was startled and was about to get up.
Xia Shang reacted quickly, went out quickly, closed the door of the meditation room, and rushed to the young monk: "Little Master, what's wrong with me?"
The young monk's voice was a little loud, and soon four or five pilgrims came to watch and asked what happened.
The little monk swore that he had never seen such a ridiculous thing in his life. If he could, he would rather believe that it was a dream!
"You...you...what did you do in the room?"
Xia Shang said calmly: "I didn't do anything! Little Master, did you see it wrong?"
"Wrong?! You...are like that..."
"Little Master, you are really wrong."
"I don't."
"You do, you really do!"
"I really don't."
"Little Master, do you know why you have been sweeping the floor here?"
"Um?"
"Because the little master is tied up by the obsession in his heart, he is too persistent and refuses to let go when things happen, so you can't cultivate the great path!" Xia Shang said seriously, patting the little master on the shoulder, "You know your master
The real reason why I want you to come sweep the floor?"
The little monk was stunned by Xia Shang's words and shook his head.
"You look at the pine needles on the ground. You will sweep them into the corner every day. When the wind blows at night, they will return to the same place. So you will never be able to sweep them all in your lifetime. On the contrary, they will become more and more fallen as they fall.
The more pine needles you have, the harder your daily work will be. If you continue, one day you won't be able to finish it. So, why not try to let go?"
The little monk's heart was trembling, and he felt that there was a Zen message in the words of the young monk in front of him: "How should I let go?"
"Put down the broom, forget everything in front of you, and go to the back mountain to chant Buddha's name." (To be continued)