When Zhen Shan was peaceful, under a plum tree in the courtyard, Wu Chen, who had been sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and looked quietly at the Zen room with the lights out.

After a long time, he stood up silently and walked silently into the depths of Merlin.

The plum trees were tall, pale pink, and covered with white plum blossoms, and the flowers were like snow. Before he took a step, the plum trees on both sides silently parted a path, gradually revealing the Zen room covered by layers of plum blossoms.

Wuchen stood outside the Zen room, raised his hand and placed it on the door with lotus branches carved in it. After a long time, he slowly pushed it open.

Compared with his simple and seemingly lifeless Zen room, the layout of this Zen room is extremely exquisite and quiet. The breeze screen of lotus flowers separates the inner and outer rooms. There are soft tea tables in the outer room, and bookshelves, tables and chairs by the window.

There is a woman's dressing table in the room, with a four-layer exquisite dowry placed on it, an embroidery frame placed near the window, and an incense burner with anemone reliefs exhaling warm mist...

This is not so much a Zen room as a women's boudoir. Although no one lives in it, it is very neat and clean. It is not dusty and unfit for habitation as Wu Chen said.

Obviously Wuchen lied. If Zhen Shan were here, he would have lamented how terrible time is. Nowadays, the little monk has broken his precepts and even talks about it without changing his face.

Wuchen walked softly to the bed, and gently lifted the bed curtain with his pale and slender fingers. He saw a beautiful round porcelain bottle placed on the plain silk quilt.

He slowly knelt down on one knee, touched the porcelain bottle with his trembling fingertips, and carefully caressed the cheek of his beloved woman. Wuchen's voice was hoarse and strangely gentle, "Wuxin, it's great that you are back."

Amitabha, he eats fasts and chants sutras, but there is no Buddha in his heart. He only wants to think about her well-being and cultivates the illusion of meeting her again. Even if he falls into purgatory, is covered in blood, and turns into a Shura, he will not hesitate.

Wuchen lowered his eyes, and his brows no longer looked clear and holy. They became cold, eerie, lonely and cruel. The shadow gradually enveloped him, swallowing up his Buddha nature bit by bit. A dark and terrifying aura overflowed from his body.

There is no more Buddha, only the Shura Demon God who is full of love, hate, greed and hatred.

There are two sides to the Buddha and the devil. If the Buddha who worships sincerely cannot save her, then he will kill the god and become a demon. So what if he can see her again and his soul is gone?

The white porcelain bottle gradually dissipated in his palm. She was back, so it no longer needed to be left. Until there was only a little dust left on his fingertips, Wuchen gently took back his hand, slowly clasped his hands together, sighed softly, and said the Buddha's name.

He is the clean and holy Buddhist son in her memory.

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Zhen Shan, whose brain was almost in knots, did not struggle for too long. She was "peaceful" for a while, smelling the quiet sandalwood in the room, and felt sleepy. She soon fell into a deep sleep, so she didn't know that Wu Chen came from the depths of the plum forest.

After returning from the Zen room, he stood outside the door, staring at her quietly as if through the door.

After falling asleep, people have no sense of time. Every time they close their eyes, every time they open, it lasts all night. Zhen Shan opened his eyes hazily and looked blankly at the bright sky outside. Looking at the daylight, it must be eight or nine in the morning.

Um?

Zhen Shan suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at the incense burner on the table with cold eyes. However, after a while, the coldness in his eyes dissipated and turned into a slight headache.

She actually completely relaxed her vigilance in the dust-free room and slept in total darkness?

A case of amnesia, losing most of your brain, being stupid and even losing your vigilance?

Zhen Shan hid her face and groaned, feeling extremely heavy and wanting to shut herself down.

However, the Demon Concubine could not be melancholy for long. This label did not fit her personality, so she could only show her appearance. Besides, she had already jumped into this pit, and she was bald again. What else could she do except work hard to climb out?

?You can’t bury yourself!

However, Zhen Shan decided that he must stay away from monks in the future, especially those who were beautiful and had a transparent and clear Buddha heart. He should not be offended.

knock knock

There was a gentle knock on the door, followed by Wuchen's clear and clean voice, "Donor, are you awake?"

Zhen Shan froze, it was impossible to stay away, she could only hold on to her sinful claws and vicious desire to conquer.

well!

It’s not her fault, it’s just that the little monk is too tempting!

How can people who are soaked in darkness and blood not yearn for warm and clean light?

However, the little monk Wuchen has always been in her heart, and it is the gleam of light that the demon concubine touched when she just left the dark hell. It is not her first love, not that unforgettable, but the one that makes her reluctant to let go, unbearable, and consistent.

All the coldness and coldness disappeared.

Zhen Shan shook her head. Sure enough, she had pretended to be ordinary in these years. She was thinking, if she were herself now, would she still treat Wuchen as decisively as before?

She didn't know the answer, but maybe she wouldn't be so sharp, forcing him to make a choice without giving him and herself any way out, and she wouldn't be so confident in dragging this holy Buddhist disciple into the world of mortal love.

For Wuchen, she was the one who planned it first. After experiencing so much, she realized how rare his flawless and warm heart was.

Zhen Shan's eyes were a little dim, but they couldn't go back. Now that they meet again, there are only the 'donor' and 'master' who are not acquainted with each other, and there is no longer 'Wuchen' and 'Wuxin' who smile at each other under the warm light.

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"donor?"

Wuchen waited for a long time but she didn't respond, and her indifferent voice was tainted with nervousness.

"Here we come," Zhen Shan responded, walked over and opened the Zen door, and met his worried eyes that had not yet calmed down.

They have also changed, at least Wuchen used to be indifferent and ethereal, neither sad nor happy, and rarely showed emotions. Now, her casual move will make him nervous in various ways.

This was what she had wanted, but it had been so late, and it was hard to be happy anymore, leaving her filled with sighs and helplessness.

When Wuchen saw her standing properly in front of him, his tense heart gradually calmed down. He lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, have you disturbed the donor?"

Zhen Shan found that unless she was in mood swings, he would rarely look directly at her when they were facing each other. If she hadn't noticed the deep affection in his eyes, she might have thought that the young monk hated her.

Zhen Shan smiled and said, "No, I'm awake too. I just used the master's meditation room to rest. I don't want to sleep so late. It would be rude."

Wuchen shook his head, "The donor slept late yesterday, so there is no need to worry about this."

Zhen Shan nodded, "Thank you, Master."

Wuchen: "Donor, please wash up first. Vegetarian food is prepared in the kitchen."

Only then did Zhen Shan realize that there was a copper-colored kettle and basin placed by the door, with a clean towel hanging on the edge of the basin.

Wuchen asked hesitantly: "If the donor doesn't mind, can the poor monk help the donor take it in?"
Chapter completed!