Sangsang didn't think this poem was good. She thought it was worse than the one she wrote for Ning Que to kill people. She also remembered that this monk had threatened her and Ning Que outside the Academy, so she turned around and closed the door.
The door was blocked by Wu Dao's hand. He didn't hide the obsession and crazy possessiveness on his face. He looked at Sangsang and said excitedly, "I promise you that I will kill your young master as soon as possible so that you can freely follow me to the ends of the earth to see the ebb and flow of the tide and the blossom and wither of the flowers."
Hearing this, Sangsang turned around and looked at his face seriously.
Wu Dao looked at the little handmaiden's serious expression and became more and more intoxicated. He reached out his hand and wanted to touch her face.
As his fingertips approached the slightly dark face, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the clear and intoxicating smell of Sangsang seeping into his body. He breathed a little quickly and said very seriously, "I have never met a girl who can make me so excited in my life. You must be mine."
When he said these words, his expression was solemn and dignified, without any greedy or infatuated expression. His tattered monk robe was fluttering in the wind, but every pore on his handsome face seemed to be flowing with a feverish body fluid, and every word seemed to spread obscenity into the wind.
Sangsang took a step back to avoid the wet and sticky fingers that were like the tongue of a poisonous snake. She looked at the monk's slightly bulging crotch. There was no disgusting or even any emotion on her face. She turned around and reached out to take a basin.
The wooden basin was filled with yesterday's vegetable washing water, which was specially stored for flushing the toilet.
The old man sneaked back to the backyard and took out the basin of water. He waited calmly by the side.
Sangsang took the basin of water, raised her arms and splashed the water in front of her.
There was a splash.
The dirty water mixed with mud splashed on Wu Dao, drenching him from head to toe. Two yellow and smelly rotten vegetable leaves drooped on his shiny bald head. The dignified and serious expression on his face suddenly froze.
With a bang, the wooden door of the Old Brush Pen Shop was closed tightly.
Wu Dao, who was soaking wet, stood at the bottom of the stone steps in a daze. After a long time, he came to his senses. He reached out his hand to wipe off the muddy water on his face. He slowly picked off two rotten leaves from the top of his head. A smile gradually appeared on his solemn face.
During the two encounters with Sangsang, he did not hide his greed, excitement, and fanaticism. But at this time, a basin of water was poured over his head, and his heart was drenched. For the first time, the smile on his face showed coldness and indifference.
That was because Wu Dao was very pained and angry. He did not understand why this little maid would treat him like this. He had lowered himself to please her, to bring her into his room and take care of her on top of the brocade quilt. Was there anything wrong with that? Shouldn't you feel honored and then faint from happiness? How dare you splash water on me?
However, because of this, he was more interested in Sangsang. Under the cold smile, his heart, which wanted to possess her and plunder her clean body, beat faster and more excitedly.
The men of the Fish-dragon Gang, who had been monitoring the Lin 47th Street, noticed the movement in front of the Old Brush Pen Shop. Several men in cyan came over and surrounded Wu Dao. They lowered their voices and said coldly, "The one who lives in this shop is Mr. Qi's friend. If you don't want to live to see tomorrow's sun, you'd better leave now and never come back."
Wu Dao, the Love Monk, came from the Unknown Place, so he did not care about these secular Jianghu people. However, Chang 'an was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There were many powerhouses in the Tang Empire. Even he dared not to be too presumptuous. Moreover, it was not night yet, and there were many people pointing at him in the alley, which was very inconvenient.
After a moment of silence, he looked into the shop through the wooden door and said softly with a smile, "I will come back."
After saying this, he did not care about the Fish-dragon Gang members in cyan clothes, trousers and shoes. He lightly brushed his monk robe, turned around and indifferently walked out of the Lin 47th Street. His monk robe swayed slightly, and his straw shoes crushed the fallen dead leaves for a long time.
The shadow cast by the bare branches of the winter tree covered his calm face.
On the night when he climbed the mountain on the Second floor of the Academy, he was slightly punished by Master Yan Se. Then he temporarily left Chang 'an to travel in the mountains in the south. He had not been in the Tang Empire for several months, and even rarely saw people. Therefore, he did not know what happened after spring. He did not know who the little handmaiden who made him inexplicably excited was. He did not even know who Ning Que was. He just hated a guy named Zhong Dajun.
Spring passed and winter arrived. It was getting colder and colder. Time always diluted many things, such as fear. Wu Dao plucked up his courage and returned to the Tang Empire. Through some channels, he knew that Master Yan Se seemed to be worried about something recently. He thought that the horrible Divine Talisman Master would not remember him, so his fear gradually disappeared. Then he bravely came to the capital Chang 'an.
Because he missed the little handmaiden very much. He wanted to have her very much. It seemed to be fate or Lucky Chance. He saw her on the second day after he entered Chang 'an. He followed her all the way from the Princess Mansion to the Lin 47th Street. He could not suppress his excitement and knocked on the wooden door of the Old Brush Pen Shop. Finally, he got a basin of dirty water and two pieces of rotten vegetables.
It did not matter. The passion and the inexplicable attraction in his heart could not be extinguished by a basin of water.
He was Wu Dao, the Love Monk. Since he left the Xuankong Temple, he had traveled around the world. Whether it was the Yuelun Kingdom or the South Jin Kingdom, countless girls from rich and poor families had fallen for him. How could he be frustrated in front of a little handmaiden?
Wu Dao smiled and walked in the alley under the winter trees. Thinking that his wish was about to be fulfilled, he felt happy and calm.
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The old man looked through the frame of the wooden door and looked at the back of the young monk who was walking to the entrance of the alley. He thought in silence, "A lascivious monk could actually feel the uniqueness of Sangsang. The Xuankong Temple is indeed extraordinary."
Walking back to the backyard, he found that the basin of water for washing vegetables was thrown to the corner. Sangsang did not return to the table to eat. Instead, she squatted beside the stove and stared at the weak but pure Divine Light on her fingertips in a daze.
"You don't want to eat anymore?" The old man asked.
Sangsang shook her head and flicked her fingers. The dry firewood in the stove was quickly ignited. However, she frowned.
The old man smiled and said, "There are people in Buddhism who are crazy about Karmic Cultivation. That's probably why the monk was crazy."
Sangsang ignored him. She held her chin and stared at the burning firewood in the stove. She was seriously thinking about how to quickly improve her Divine Skill. Her current state was too low. The Haotian Divine Light that she could condense was weak and weak. Its power was similar to that of ordinary fire. It could ignite firewood, but it could not deal with those powerful cultivators.
The old man looked at the determined expression on her little face and sighed. He said, "Mental obstacles are very bad for cultivation."
Sangsang did not turn her head and said softly, "He said he wanted to kill young master as soon as possible."
She said nothing else and did not make any request. But the old man knew very well why she was so eager to improve her state. She wanted to kill the young monk as soon as possible.
The old man looked at Sangsang's back and smiled without saying anything.
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The night had just arrived. The twilight was still stubbornly in the west. It was dinner time. There was no one in an alley in the east of Chang 'an City. The winter trees along the alley drew countless irregular small squares in the dark sky. Wudao withdrew his gaze from the sky and was about to move forward with a smile. However, the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
There was a person at the entrance of the alley. He could not see his face clearly in the dim light. But judging from his stooped body, he should be an old man. What made him vigilant was that he did not know when the old man appeared at the entrance of the alley.
Wudao was silent for a moment and walked toward the entrance of the alley. He was closer and could see the face clearly. He found that he had seen this old man before. It was in the shop on Lin 47th Street. The basin of water left for washing vegetables was in the hands of this old man.
The old man standing at the entrance of the alley looked at him and smiled. He said kindly, "You can see Sangsang's potential. You have a good eye. Among the young cultivators, you are outstanding."
Wudao gently raised his hand and slowly stroked his bald head. His movement was very natural and unrestrained. But he could still feel the slippery water and the two sticky rotten leaves between his fingers. But he did not want to do anything.
Because this stooped figure who looked like an ordinary old man was definitely not an ordinary person. Because he could block his way at the entrance of the alley without Wudao noticing, and because he knew what cultivation was.
After all, Wudao was a proud young man. He thought that he was on par with Prince Long Qing. He would never accept an unknown old man teaching him a lesson. He proudly said, "So her name is Sangsang. I see. You can leave now."
The old man smiled and said, "I know you are from Xuankong Temple."
Wudao's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that the old man could see through him at a glance.
The old man calmly said, "Xuankong Temple rarely expel disciples. But your state is much lower than Qi Nian's. Naturally, you are not qualified to represent the temple in the world. So I don't understand why you appear in the secular world."
Wudao's expression changed again. He did not expect that the old man knew so much about Xuankong Temple. He even knew Senior Brother Qi Nian. He subconsciously became alert. His ragged frock danced in the wind.
He looked at the old man and said in a low voice, "Since you know that I come from the Unknown Place, why do you still dare to block my way?"
The old man smiled and said, "The so-called Unknown Place is just a place that people don't know about. Once people know about it, they will know. So the name of a temple is something that has no power or meaning."
Hearing this, Wudao became more alert. He looked at the old man in silence.
"Let's say that many people in Chang 'an City know about Xuankong Temple and Zhishou Abbey. Moreover, the Academy is at the foot of the mountain in the south of the city. So your background is nothing to the people in this city. It's just that Chang 'an City has been distracted by something recently. Yan Se has no time to care about you, and others have no time to care about you. That's why you can be so presumptuous. Otherwise, do you really think that the name of Xuankong Temple can frighten the Tangs? "
The old man looked at him and continued, "That matter has something to do with me. It seems that it's mostly my responsibility that you can behave like this in Chang 'an City. But I didn't expect that you would harass my female disciple."
Wu Dao vaguely guessed the identity of the old man. In his eyes, the hunched and thin body suddenly became extremely tall. He suppressed the shock in his heart and hurriedly bowed to the old man. He changed his attitude instantly and said with great humility and politeness, "Sir, I am the one who did this. I will leave immediately."
The old man looked at him and said nothing.
The alley was quiet and the atmosphere of death lasted for a while. The young monk vaguely understood something and his voice became hoarse. He looked at the old man and said in a low voice, "Even if you are a bigwig in the West-Hill Divine Palace, I am still from Xuankong Temple. Besides, my master is a preaching monk in the temple. I heard that he met you once by chance."
The old man still did not say anything and just looked at his eyes calmly.
Wudao felt his body was extremely stiff. He forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart and bit his tongue hard to calm himself down. He said, "I admit that the preaching monk of Xuankong Temple is not my master … He is my father and I am his illegitimate son. That's why I have to leave. Please have mercy on me."
The old man finally responded. He slowly shook his head and said, "I have betrayed the Divine Hall and left Peach Mountain. In this situation, my heart has already been freed from the shackles and I am free. Not to mention your father, even if the Devil's Doctrine comes back to life, Xuankong Temple, Zhishou Abbey, and the Academy come together, I can still ignore them. "
Wudao's tattered monk robe slightly trembled in the night wind. He looked at the old man and asked in a trembling voice, "How can you forgive me for the mistakes I have made inadvertently?"
"I said that you have good eyesight and can see Sangsang's potential. But that's just the surface. You still don't understand how important Sangsang is to me. When she frowns and is unhappy, the world in my eyes is no longer bright."
The old man's tone became more and more serious, especially the last sentence. Two lines of cold sweat slowly flowed down from Wudao's smooth head. He tremblingly begged, "I was blind before. Please forgive me."
The old man raised his slender index finger to the cold winter breeze and said, "No, your eyes are blind now."
Wudao understood this sentence and felt great fear. He screamed and stretched out his hands from his monk robe. He made an exquisite Emblematic Gesture of the Buddhism Sect and drew an obstacle. His monk robe fluttered and he rushed to the back of the alley.
The Buddhist Sect's handprint exuded an exquisite and grand aura, but when it came into contact with the candle-like flame on the old man's finger, it was like snow meeting the spring sun, or mud entering the basin used to wash vegetables, instantly disappearing.
Wudao's figure seemed to be tied up by the light of the flame. His feet in straw sandals could not leave the ground. His body was stretched like a shadow, but he could not go far.
He looked at the candle-like flame between the old man's fingers and his eyes were full of fear.
The milky color of the flame occupied his black pupils and then quickly expanded, drowning out the fear.
Then his black pupils were burning.
Shrill screams sounded in the quiet alley.
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Light is pure and clean, so it is the purest and easiest to be polluted.
Light is pure and cold, so it is the most fanatical and cruel. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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