Vol 4 Chapter 1:

As soon as Shen Jiayan teleported, his eyes were dark, and his face was covered with a gray monk robe. The monk's clothes had a scent of sandalwood, which smelled good.
Shen Jiayan hurriedly took off the clothes covering his face, and saw the Brahma standing in front of him.
His facial features are delicate and soft, and his temperament is as elegant as a lotus flower. He just stood there quietly, and the waves in his eyes were not shocked, like an ink painting surrounded by mountains and waters. Even the peach blossoms in the courtyard were not as good as his half-light capacity.
Brahman's eyes were as light as water. "You have a big problem?"
Shen Jiayan hesitated, and the whole person flew over to embrace the Brahman, his body shivering: "I'm afraid, I'm so scared, so many of them ..."
The Sanskrit has never been so close to people, and the people in their arms are disheveled, and the warm skin sticks to their lining, which is always out of order.
Brahma wanted to reach out and push the person in his arms, but felt that he was shaking and stopped.
The Brahman's hand was stiff in the air, and he was at a loss for a while. Finally, she landed gently on Shen Jiayan's back, and she patted it unnaturally: "Well, they're gone."
Shen Jiayan turned a deaf ear to it, and kept drilling into the arms of Brahman. The Buddhist monk's clothes that had just been put on by him slipped down, exposing the skin that was as white and tender as snow, with the red marks left only after struggling; and a small, red mole in the center of the scapula.
The ears of the Sanskrit sounded light red, and I was not ashamed or angry: "You let go of the poor monk first."
Shen Jiayan was n’t sure if he was really angry. He let go of his hand obediently, and tears remained in his eyes. He bowed his head and said, "I know that I am a low-ranking person. I'm dirty. "
When you speak, your fingers are twisted tightly, and red marks will be drawn.
Shen Jiayan's clothes were torn apart, and he had long lost the function of covering. That snow-white skin was dazzling. If it weren't for the person standing here today, I am afraid that no matter who it is, he will lose his mind and jump on it.
Piansheng also showed an aggrieved look, and he just wanted to let him bully him again, and it was better to bully him to tears ...
The Sanskrit sound was shocked by what terrible thoughts they had just moved. After meditating on a few words of Buddhism, he stabilized his shaken Buddha heart: "In the eyes of the poor monk, all beings are equal. There is no need to belittle oneself."
Shen Jiayan blinked, and tears rolled down his cheeks: "That master, can I go along with you to worship the ancient Buddha and serve the Buddha?"
"No." Brahma almost refused in a panic, then felt that he refused too quickly, and added another sentence: "You are not broken, the six roots are not pure and cannot enter the Buddhist gate."
But what the real reason is, only the Sanskrit knows.
That was one reason he couldn't open his teeth-he actually moved his heart.
"System, what does it mean that Fanchen is not broken, and the six are not clean?" Shen Jiayan was a little dazed. "The original plot does not seem to have this paragraph, right?"
The black cat glanced at the Brahma, and then looked at his host: "Will it be that you have hair and he does not?"
"Oh." Shen Jiayan suddenly realized.
Shen Jiayan picked up the scissors in the makeup on the bedside and twisted her hair completely.
The spontaneous roots of the waterfall-like blue silk were smashed together, leaving only uneven hair. The ink-colored hair slowly fell from the air to the ground, covering the ground, looking shocking.
Shen Jiayan asked him with a messy broken head: "Guoshi, is this six clean?"
Brahma fiddled with the hand of the bead for a moment. Few things in the world can disturb his heart, but after encountering this man, he made exceptions again and again.
It is said that the appearance is just a smelly skin, but I do n’t know why, at this moment, Su Yichen is amazing in his eyes. That kind of beauty is like a raging flame. You know you will be burned when you get close to it, but you can't help but be attracted by his dazzling.
Moths blaze at fire, which is probably not the case.
The Sanskrit closed his eyes, and still relentlessly refused: "No."
"Okay." Shen Jiayan smiled, but looked a little desperate. He stepped back step by step: "Since the Buddha was not willing to take me in, then the Master of the National Teacher said, would the King Yan be willing to take me?"
The Sanskrit subconsciously pulled Shen Jiayan, but had no time to tear off a piece of his clothing.
Shen Jiayan's forehead hit heavily on the vermilion pillar, and Yin Hong's blood snaked down.
The Brahma hurriedly reached out to pick him up, and tore off the line of the bead in panic. The beads rolled down one by one, hit the ground, and finally rolled in all directions in the room.
Brahmin looked at the beads and closed her eyes slowly. Sighed in my heart: No more!
Shen Jiayan was still dizzy, and he heard the Sanskrit voice clearly: "When your injury is healed, come to the Zen temple to come to me and practice the Dharma with me."
"Thank you, Master." Shen Jiayan's lips were almost transparent, but she smiled.
The Brahma embraced Shen Jiayan on the bed, and his voice was Lingling: "As you practice the Dharma with me, you will change to the word cloud generation, the law number is cloud dust. From then on, you can call me Master."
"Master," Shen Jiayan called cunningly, although the person in front of him was only one year older than him.
When the Sanskrit sounded nodded slightly, when there was something to say, there were hustle and bustle of human voices around, mixed with the sound of disorderly footsteps, and someone came over.
The headed woman looks over forty years old. Even if it is well maintained, she can't hide the signs of aging on the corners of her face, and she has deep wrinkles on her brows. At first sight, she is a serious and difficult woman. She wore a dark-embroidered embroidered gold-blessed robe, every step seemed to be measured, and went well.
She is the aunt's aunt, Yan Shi, and Su Shi's biological mother.
Yan's blessing addressed to the Brahmin: "This evildoer has done such things as amines, but it has stained the monk's eyes in plain order. First of all, I will compensate the monk here. Please ask the monk to move, I Here comes the rules for this shameless thing. Come on, please do it. "
Su Shi laughed and echoed: "Mother, it seems my second brother is thinking of a man. Give him Xu out early."
"Shut up!" Yanshi scolded, "in the presence of the sacred monk, what do you say?"
Su Shi's face was not good, but because Yan's face didn't dare to talk back, he whispered: "It's not what I said. Obviously you said that he still has that face to look at, and make a slap for others in the future. Pets can also make my official journey smoother. "
The Sanskrit sound was heard with a faint flash of anger in his eyes. He finally understood why this boy would rather die than leave this place.
During the talk, the housekeeper in the house took the rattan. The rattan was roughly the size of an adult man's forearm, and there were still a few burrs on it. Just looking at it, you can imagine how much it would hit the body. pain.
Those family members who had been scared away in the past followed Yan's family. When they saw this posture, they all rolled up their sleeves and watched the show. Excitement can't be restrained on several faces, and his mouth screamed, "Okay, pump him, pump him hard."
Obviously, this is commonplace.
"Mrs. Su, starting today, Su Yichen will be the apprentice of the poor monk. That is, the apprentice of the poor monk will not bother Mrs. Su. After his injury, the poor monk will take him away." Fanyin saw Shen Jia's expression shrank, and he said so.
The Yan's expression froze, and his expression became cold: "Holy monk, I respect you and call you holy monk. But now he has not shaved, and he is not your official disciple. As long as he does not shave for a day, he will Ri is a member of my Soviet government. I taught my own children. This is my family affair. I am afraid that the monk cannot control this?
Over the years, how Yan has treated Su Yichen harshly, she knows it herself.
The clearer she became, the more she knew that she could not let Su Yichen climb up. Once he is high, their mother and child cannot have a good life.
Su Yichen was fed by her from an early age. She was already weak. If she went to the temple and suffered such a beating, she would not know if she could survive. I also want to be a disciple of the Sanskrit, it is a dream!
"Okay. The poor monk knows," said Fan Yin, slowly leaning down and holding Su Yichen in his arms. "So Madam Su, please."
Yan's rattan rattled up and said coldly, "Sage monk, don't blame me. According to family rules, there are fifty rattan in total. If you can't stand it, you can give it up."
The Brahma ignored her, and muttered the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, his expression was extremely devout.
Yan's breath was panting, but he saw that the Sanskrit sounded like a fine person, and chanted the scriptures by himself. Having hit the fortieth, Yan left the rattan aside: "Okay, monk, I'll give you a face today. That's all it takes."
After speaking, Yan left with Su Shi.
It was just the vicious eyes he cast on Shen Jiayan before leaving, but let Shen Jiayan know that it would never be the case.
"The poor monk went back to help you, and you were safe in Su." Brahma slowly got up straight and walked step by step without any trouble, like a fairy.
It was just when the Sanskrit sound returned to listening to the Zen Temple, that as soon as he sat on the Pufan, he spit out a spit of blood.
The old abbot slowly held the leaves on the sweep with the broom, and his eyes flashed with wisdom: "Sanskrit, your Buddha's heart is unstable. Why?"
"For one person." Brahma lowered his eyes.
"Then what do you mean?" The old host asked, stopping the sweeping motion.
"Hide him, avoid him, and let him never see him again." Fan Yin said coldly.
"You look at the fallen leaves on the ground, how can I sweep, but after all, I ca n’t clean it." The old host smiled. "Your heart is the ground. No matter how you clean and swipe, what should fall on this will eventually cast Fall down. You said, is it clean? "
"What does Master mean?" Brahma asked him, looking a little blank, innocent like a child.
"Kiss him, come near him, let him, until there are no more ripples in my heart." The old monk continued to sweep the ground. "This way, one day, the leaves will fall, but leave no trace in your heart."
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Hee hee, the old monk is a assist ~~~~~
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