Vol 5 Chapter 19: Kiyo (End)!

This tea has no taste at all.
If Su Ziyu's strength is still there, he will fight with Qing Ji in front of him, but he is only consciously attached to An Zhen. An Zhen is just an ordinary monk, even a little finger of the other party. Can't beat it.
If you can't fight, you can only outsmart.
But Su Ziyu still doesn't know how to get rid of this real dream, that is, he has a little bit of clues, and he has to try it before he knows.
"An Zhen."
"You have gone a day's walk. Let me give you a bubble foot." Just while Su Ziyu walked away, Qing Ji walked in with a wooden tub in her hand.
It was filled with hot water, and a few petals were scattered.
Qing Ji placed the wooden tub beside Su Ziyu's feet, and then stretched out his white fingers to help him take off his shoes. At this time, An Zhen's residual consciousness was in trouble again, and it seemed that he wanted to free his feet from Qing Ji's hands. When he came out, how could Su Ziyu make him bad again, so he forcibly suppressed Anzhen's residual consciousness, and at this time he was competing for control of his body.
"How is it? Isn't it hot? Do you want to add some cold water?" Just as Su Ziyu suppressed Anzhen's residual consciousness, Qing Ji already held his feet in the tub with both hands and didn't care about the feet. The stained dirt was gently pressed against the soles of the feet.
The sole of the foot was pinched by a pair of tender fingers, and it felt a little itchy.
An Zhen's residual consciousness finally stopped rebelling, and Su Ziyu could not help but froze for a moment. It was the first time he grew up so someone had washed his feet so gently and carefully. He looked down at the dirt in front of him and carefully cleaned the dirt. He also massaged Qingji carefully, and his expression eased a lot.
Without that morbid love and possessiveness, Qing Ji should be a perfect hibiscus-like wife like Yamato.
She is also very beautiful.
The small face is extremely delicate, the slender willow eyebrows, bright eyes, give people a small jasper-like feeling, in the face value Su Ziyu has seen only monsters can only compare with her.
"Let me come," Su Ziyu said slowly.
He is still not very used to being served by others, and he is afraid that he will not be able to stop his hands if his heart softens. He knows the essence of the beautiful girl in front of him. At this time, Qingji has almost become a monster. As long as there was a little something that irritated her, she would immediately blacken into a monster with a snake tail, and instantly burn the squid into a pile of coke.
"Isn't the concubine good enough?" Qing Ji raised her head and looked pitiful.
"Then...then you continue..." Su Ziyu wanted to refuse, fearing that Qing Ji would turn black again, and was forced to enjoy her service.
After washing Su Ziyu's feet clean, Qing Ji walked out of the tub, and said softly before leaving: "Then take a good rest. I will take you to a fun place tomorrow."
She finally left.
After Qing Ji left, Su Ziyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up and looked at the room, and found a lot of Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelves.
Qing Ji's house should be very rich.
Although this manor is on the outskirts, it is not small. It should belong to the powerful landlord class. Qing Ji is also an only daughter. It would be no problem if she married her as a small landlord for the rest of her life. Su Ziyu wondered why An Zhen wanted to repent, was it because the Dharma in his heart was higher than his children's love?
Sure enough, the monk's thinking is indeed different from ordinary people.
Su Ziyu turned these sutras boringly for a while, and he didn't know what to do in front of him. He could only wait for the old monk to come back.
But the old monk seemed to be chatting with Qingci Buddhists.
Su Ziyu waited for a long time without waiting for someone. At this time, the night was getting deeper. When Su Ziyu was going to take a rest and talk again tomorrow, An Zhen's residual consciousness came out again: "No! Qing Ji is sure I want to keep me here."
"I have to find a way to escape."
"It's now."
Then, An Zhen's residual consciousness immediately seized control of the body and carefully touched the outside of the manor.
Lying!
Don't make trouble!
I haven't thought what to do!
Su Ziyu tried to the control of the body, but An Zhen's residual consciousness was quite firm at this time. There was only one idea of ​​escape in his mind, and he could not seize the control of the body for a while.
The gate of the manor is in sight.
An Zhen couldn't take care of that much, and wanted to climb out of the wall directly.
"Where are you going?" Just then a faint female voice suddenly came from behind.
Ruined.
This one must be cold.
An Zhen turned back a little stiffly. Behind him was an expressionless Qing Ji. Her face was no longer the gentle color before. A pair of eyes had turned into a magical vertical pupil, a little dark red. The flame of her appeared around her, and Qing Ji said coldly: "You lie to me! You want to escape!"
"I... I'm going to visit Kumano..." An Zhen was sweating anxiously, and this inferior excuse didn't even believe him.
A dark red flame struck.
In the bitter pain, Anzhen turned into coke, and the strange flame began to spread, and soon the whole manor was burned to ashes. Qing Ji, whose body turned into a snake tail, appeared in the flame, wantonly He vented his anger and turned everything around into flames.
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"Anzhen, Anzhen!"
"Woke up."
Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes and then scolded: "Fuck! Dead again!"
He ignored the surprised monk next to him, and stood up and patted his butt: "Go away. It's going to rain. We have to hurry up."
This is not the second time Su Ziyu was burnt to death by Kiyohime.
In fact, he had just been burned to death by Qing Ji for the eleventh time. After so many deaths, he was almost used to the flame of Qing Ji. The pain made him a little numb.
Su Ziyu tried many ways to break the game, and even tried to escape halfway, without going to the manor in Qingji.
But I did not expect that he was caught up by the demonized Qing Ji in the middle of the night, and then a fire was burnt into coke. After so many deaths, Su Ziyu has gradually understood some things, that is, An Zhen really wants to be a monk, even after so many deaths, his residual consciousness is already very weak, even Is about to dissipate, he will still forcefully take control of the body to run away at a critical time.
As soon as you escape, you die.
Su Ziyu has discovered the contradiction.
If he goes to the manor and restrains Anzhen’s residual consciousness too much, and gets close to Qingji, then Anzhen’s residual consciousness will rebel and run away early in the middle of the night, which is basically a dead end. And if he does not restrain Anzhen’s residual consciousness, then because he is too cold, he will trigger Qing Ji’s inquiry in advance and ask him if he wants to repent. At that time, no matter how he answers, Qing Ji will quickly blacken, which is also a dead end. One.
An Zhen is determined to be a monk.
Qing Ji is also determined to ask An Zhen to marry her, otherwise it will be the end of a cremation.
These two are extremely paranoid people.
Su Ziyu died so many times in front of the contradiction between the two sides. If she is too close to Qing Ji, An Zhen’s residual consciousness will be rebelled, and she will soon run away and be burned to death. But if you follow An Zhen's idea, Qing Ji will turn black at night, needless to say, it is also a burnt ending.
Poor Su Ziyu thought for a long time, and finally thought of a possible way to break the game.
That is to make Anzhen a monk and marry Qing Ji.
of course.
In the current era, that is impossible.
Because the current monk can never marry his wife and have children, but in the distant future, the monk of Fusang can marry his wife and have children.
quickly.
A manor appeared in front of him, and Qing Ji's figure of expectation appeared quickly.
"You're finally here." An unusually gentle female voice sounded.
Qing Ji walked quickly to Su Ziyu, with a very happy expression: "An Zhen? Are you hungry?"
"I prepared some Suhour for you."
At this time, An Zhen's residual consciousness can no longer control the daily behavior of the body, and only under certain circumstances will he escape.
"Huh." Su Ziyu smiled politely and kindly.
He nodded and stepped back half a step: "Let's go in."
Qing Ji's expression was slightly lost, but soon followed.
The next plot, Su Ziyu is already very, very familiar, he quietly enjoying the service of Qing Ji, and then waiting for the night to come.
The old monk went to discuss the Dharma with the Qing priests again.
After a while, Qing Ji also came in with a wooden tub. If she wasn’t too close to her, she wouldn’t bring tea, but if Qing Ji didn’t come to wash An Zhen’s feet at night, it basically represented She was about to turn black.
Su Ziyu enjoyed Qing Ji soaking her feet very calmly. He was burnt to death by Qing Ji so many times, and it should be her service.
"Sit down." Just as Qing Ji got up and prepared to take the tub out, Su Ziyu suddenly said: "Do you like listening to stories? Let me tell you a story."
Qing Ji knelt down beside her, and said softly: "As long as you say, I love to listen."
An Zhen used to tell her some stories before, but they were all stories in Buddhist scriptures. The purpose was to make Qing Ji understand that he could not give up the Dharma, and by the way, see if she could be persuaded to give up.
Qing Ji doesn't like to listen to the boring Sutra stories, but she still listens patiently.
"This story comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty." Su Ziyu's tone was very calm, as if he had returned to the day when he told the story to Qingxing Deng, he slowly said: "The protagonist of the story is a monster, a snake spirit who has been practicing for thousands of years. The name is Bai Suzhen."
Not the story in the sutra?
Is it a monster?
Qing Ji's beautiful pupil was faint, and the gentle expression gradually disappeared, but it was still full of curiosity, and it seemed that she wanted to know what kind of story it was.
"A long time ago, there was a boy grazing."
"He rescued a small white snake from a snake catcher and released it..."
Su Ziyu spoke of Bai Suzhen's story without hesitation. It can be seen that Qing Ji in front of him listened very eagerly, as if he had substituted himself into Bai Suzhen's role, especially when he heard Bai Suzhen's water being diffused in Jinshan After the Leifeng Tower was lowered, the whole person could not help but tense up, and a plume of dark red flames appeared around his body.
"This Fahai is so hateful!" Qing Ji's pupils are full of anger, as if emitting a strange light as if they were on fire.
When hearing the ending of the story.
She was full of joy again, and seemed to be excited for this happy reunion.
"This story is wonderful!" Qing Ji's eyes became soft again, full of water, looking at Su Ziyu in front of her, and said softly: "Qing Ji will also try to become a wife like Bai Suzhen! ..."
Su Ziyu was silent.
An Zhen's residual consciousness seems to have another sign of rebellion. He is determined to be a monk.
"Do you know?" Su Ziyu thought for a while and slowly said: "Being a monk and studying the Dharma is my lifelong pursuit."
"But the monk can't get married and have children."
"I am very troubled for this."
"If I marry you, I can't be a monk. But if I want to be a monk, I can't marry you again."
Hearing Su Ziyu's words, the surrounding air suddenly died.
Qing Ji's expression gradually became cold, a pair of faint pupils stared at him, and the shallow vertical pupil had emerged. It seemed that there was a word that was not correct, and she would directly blacken into a monster.
Su Ziyu looked up at Qing Ji's pair of ghostly vertical pupils, as if ignoring the ghost fire burning beside her. The experience of watching movies many times in the past life, the acting skills of generations of film actors are blessing him. He even has already She was completely involved in the drama, completely substituted herself into An Zhen, and said in a deep and complex voice: "Do you know?"
"Yesterday I had a dream. The dream is a long, long future."
"At that time, the monk of Fusang could marry his wife and have children!"
"At that time I was thinking how good it would be if we lived in such an era!"
Su Ziyu sighed softly, and then said in a deep voice: "I will marry you."
"But it must be my lifelong pursuit to become a monk after I went back to Kumano to pay my respects. I have to personally resolve this cause and effect."
Qing Ji said nothing for a long time, and then looked up at him and said, "Okay. Then I will wait for you to come back."
"In the future after a long, long time, can the monk of Fusang really get married and have children?"
Qingji only cares whether Anzhen will marry her. As for whether it is a monk or not, it is not important that a monk cannot marry a wife is what she hates most. If she could, she certainly didn't want Anzhen to give up her lifelong pursuit.
"Well. That's what happened in that dream." Su Ziyu said slowly.
In the five years of Meiji, the Fuso government, in order to weaken the power of Buddhism, imitated the emperor Hanwu’s decree, issued the "Banners for Carrying Wives", announcing that "in the future, monks no matter whether they accumulate, marry, have children, or eat wine and meat, they will obey "." At first, this decree was met with extreme resistance by monks, but the monks inside could not stand the unevenness, and some people began to blatantly drink and eat meat to get married and have children, and the decree also allowed temples to be inherited as private property, which can be passed directly Give yourself offspring. This led to the result that monks who strictly observe the precepts had no heirs to stay. On the contrary, those who broke the precepts could turn the temple into their own property and pass it on to future generations.
The Shurangama Sutra once said: At the end of the Dharma era, evil teachers said, like the Ganges sand.
When the devil was destroying the Buddha, he also said: At the end of the dharma, my son and my grandson were monks, covered your cassocks, bad your dharma, the name of the monk, the way of demon.
Overnight.
Su Ziyu finally lived to the next morning.
The next day, Qing Ji personally sent him out. An Zhen had already dissipated the residual consciousness. At this time, he took over the control of the body. He took a deep look at Qing Ji in front of him, and then looked back. Walk towards the distance.
Su Ziyu became a bystander along the way.
And An Zhen’s residual consciousness seems to be burning, obviously it is about to disappear, but he persists very stubbornly until he comes to a place called ‘Daocheng Temple’.
at the same time.
Qing Ji, who was waiting at home, suddenly felt shocked. She seemed to feel something general and ran out like crazy. Soon the whole person ran in a disheveled hair and was in a state of embarrassment. I didn’t know when her eyes had changed. To the strange erect pupil, the body of the lower body turned into a long snake tail. Qing Ji was transformed into a demon. She flew across the road and was shocked by countless people.
Daocheng Temple appeared one by one in front.
Qing Ji's figure was approaching here with a gust of wind, she looked at the trembling monks in front of the door, with a faceless expression, coldly said: "Let Anzhen come out to see me!"
He did not go to Kumano to visit!
He came to this temple!
He lied to me! ! !
A plume of dark red flames appeared around Qing Ji, the calmer and colder her expression was, the mad anger that was about to be suppressed and restrained.
But the next second, her anger suddenly went out.
"Anzhen has sat down." An old monk walked out slowly, his hands folded towards the demonized Qingji with a look of fear: "Come with me. Anzhen has left some words for you."
In front of a big clock, An Zhen's body sat cross-legged, just like a high-ranking monk, but he had long lost his breath of life.
Qing Ji slowly walked over, with a very sad expression. She leaned down and reached out to touch An Zhen's face, and saw a piece of paper left by him during his lifetime, which wrote a Chinese poem.
"I had thought about damaging the Vatican, and I feared not to fall into the mountains when I entered the mountain."
"There is a law of both sides in the world, and if you live up to it, you will live up to the law."
A drop of blood-red tears slipped.
In front of him, Qing Ji's hands shaking with paper were trembling, murmuring the poem that An Zhen left to her before sitting, and the whole person was so choked that she couldn't speak, and her demon's breath gradually faded away The dark blue snake scales turned into crystal white one by one, and Qing Ji actually turned into a white snake in just a few breaths. She slowly, very carefully, and very gently wrapped An Zhen's sitting body murmured: "If there is no you in this world, what is the point of me living alone?"
Wisps of deep blue flames emerged.
The flame soon rose up, devouring Anzhen and Qingji, and the two of them passed away with the flame in front of the big clock.
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"Thank you."
With a faint thankful voice, Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes.
"It's finally out!"
Su Ziyu couldn't help but look away, he looked at his palm, where a strange bead lay quietly.
"The reason of Anzhen [Legend]."
at the same time.
Somewhere in the forest~EbookFREE.me~ A somewhat panicked voice sounded: "No! He woke up! Qingji should be waking up over there too!"
"I have to run quickly!"
"Otherwise he must find me desperately!"
"Old slippery!"
"I can be miserable by you this time! This real dream actually damaged my centuries!"
"No! It seems that I can't stay here! I'm going to Ryukyu!"
Mount Fuji.
In a dense forest isolated from the world, in a temple that was burned and turned into ruins, there was suddenly a worried female voice.
"An Zhen!!?"
A long and narrow white snake tail flashed through the ruins of the temple, and then disappeared into the lush forest.
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