Author: adminq

The cool feeling slowly wiped the skin, as if the people had finally been moistened by clear water after walking out of the desert
Wind Soul woke up from a coma only to find himself lying naked in a cave with a young woman in a cloak carefully cleaning his wounds and wiping her body.
He secretly looked at it and felt that the female nun didn’t seem to know herself, and it was not good for him to get up and talk to her so that he could continue to pretend to be in a coma.
Xu Feiqiong impatient voice from outside the cave "How are you? This bastard is going to be thrown into the pool to soak his stink if he doesn’t come out in prison. "
The young woman was not angry, but said, "Grace is not practicing herself, he is just in a bad mood."
Xu Feiqiong snorted. "He’s in a bad mood. Who’s in a good mood? For more than 300 years, he fell asleep as soon as he slept in an icy lake. Are you and Ling Ning in a better mood than him? "
The young woman smiled and said, "Say we don’t talk about yourself? I was wronged when I was a child. My benefactor was the only one who was kind to me before I became a monk. He was suffering in an icy lake. No matter how I think about him outside the icy lake, he can’t help him. Who is in a better mood and who is in a worse mood? "
"Hey," Xu Feiqiong said angrily, "aren’t you ashamed that you are a nun who has left home and hung men in your heart all day without hesitation?"
"I’m ashamed?" Young woman Nikki said, "The Buddha smiled at the flowers and pointed to his heart. I miss him in my heart. That’s my heart. Am I going to be ashamed?"
"Don’t you think men don’t do their homework all the time?"
"Yes, I have done more work than others." The young woman put the silk cloth in her hand into the basin, washed it with clear water, and gently continued to wipe the wind soul. "It is always difficult for others to think about it half-heartedly when doing work, but when I miss kindness, do I do more work than others?"
"… is that ok?"
"This is no good?" The young woman said, "In the past, the West Cow Hezhou Ganlu King saw that all beings were suffering and sorrowful, and he wished that the vast sidewalks would finally draw a corner from the outside world to establish a western paradise. He himself also proved that Amitabha and the pharmacist Tathagata vowed to uproot all serious illnesses and sufferings, so he held a medicine bottle and handed out colored glasses to make the twelve great medicines to rid all beings of their sufferings, and finally proved that the pharmacist’s colored glasses were shining …"
Xu Feiqiong said, "What does this have to do with what you think of men?"
The young woman said, "The Buddha cares about all beings, but I can’t think of a man?"
"You, you …" Xu Feiqiong thought she was arguing irrationally, but she didn’t know how to argue.
"I miss the grace in my heart, and if I die, I won’t admit that it is against my heart. No matter how I read Amitabha, there is no" young woman smiles ",just like flying Qiongxian you …"
Xu Feiqiong nu way "I what matter? Don’t you think about men all the time like you? "
When the wind rang outside, it was obvious that Xu Feiqiong had stamped his feet and left.
The young woman smiled and continued to wipe the wind soul.
The wind soul is also funny to hear her Xu Feiqiong dialogue, and it’s even more strange to listen to this woman who keeps calling him to be a benefactor, but she can’t remember who she is.
Just then, the young woman rubbed her male part, and she was not afraid to rub it carefully, but she felt that the sensitive part was cool and refreshing. Although she was a monk, she looked beautiful and gave birth to a reaction at the moment.
Seeing that the thing suddenly "rose", the young woman turned to look at the wind soul and smiled, "Grace, you are awake."
The wind soul quickly sat up.
At the same time, there was a breeze blowing, but Xu Feiqiong swept in. "Is he awake?"
It turns out that Xu Feiqiong just deliberately made the wind and pretended to leave. In fact, she still heard this girl say that the wind soul woke up for a while and didn’t think much, so she broke in.
The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward. The wind soul sat there naked and didn’t know what to do. Xu Feiqiong also stayed for a while and suddenly flew out with a red face. This time it was really flying away.
The wind soul hurriedly put his hand over the majestic thing, but it seemed that the young woman laughed before, not only didn’t mind, but found it interesting
Wind Soul guessed her origin at this time, so she looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Are you … Xiaohong?"
He hasn’t seen Xiaohong since we parted in Shicheng.
Xu Xun, the true gentleman of Miaoji, took Xiaohong to Jiuyi Mountain and invited Yunguang Shenni in Fahua Temple to accept her disciple name Hui Hong.
At that time, the wind soul didn’t know that Jiuyi Mountain was Cangwu Mountain where Wang Miaoxiang lived. It was not until Wang Miaoxiang wanted to talk about him that he realized that it was such a coincidence. At that time, he also wanted to go to see Xiaohong with Wang Miaoxiang sometimes. But later, the situation changed suddenly. When he first went to Jiuyi Mountain, it was Wang Miaoxiang who died tragically. He was killed by Mrs. Ziguang in Yayin an ice lake.
When he finally got out of trouble, more than 300 years passed, and he was taken out of Cangwu Mountain by the blue chrysanthemum, which naturally would not have thought of looking for Xiaohong for a while.
He doesn’t know whether Xiaohong is still alive.
I didn’t expect Xiaohong to devote herself to practicing Buddhism after entering Buddhism, but she can really prove the Buddha’s light in her limited ten-year life. Although she is far from being out of misery and entering the western paradise, she is not old and deathless, and she has lived until now.
Although feeling in my heart, but the wind soul at this time, after all, naked and Hui Hong is a beautiful girl, so it is always difficult to be rubbed by her cloth. Hui Hong did not put his embarrassment in her heart, but she was still bent on scrubbing for him. Even if the wind soul said awkwardly that she wanted to come by herself, she smiled.
Naifeng’s soul got up and thought about her while she was talking, and she knelt there like a human being to clean his mud.
The wind soul saw that although she was facing a naked man, she wanted evil, as if she were sitting in meditation and chanting sutras. She generally knew that she would take everything in her hands seriously and treat it as a true spiritual realm if she practiced her mind. She was not obsessed with scripture and was not afraid of being laughed at by others. I bloomed around like a lotus flower.
Looking back at the little girl who was timid and afraid after being bullied in those years, comparing Hui Hong now, the wind soul actually gave birth to a feeling of shame. Hui Hong suffered more from childhood than he did, but she managed to do this with her efforts. Instead, after he got out of the ice lake, he gave up on himself day by day and wanted to escape everything.
But at the thought of Wang Miao thinking, he can’t help but feel sad. He smiled bitterly and sighed, "I really don’t deserve you to do this to me."
Hui Hong looked up at the wind soul and said, "If the wonderful fairy has a spirit, she will definitely tell Grace that it is really unnecessary for Grace to feel so sad because of her departure. Will Grace still feel sorry for herself because of the wonderful fairy’s death?"
The wind soul froze there. Hui Hong’s words have their own Zen machine. Whether a person should be kind to another person is obviously something that only that person can be white. It’s as if even if he knows whether Wang Miao wants him to feel sorry for himself, he still can’t help being sad.
Some things just don’t make sense.
Hui Hong added, "You are a wonderful fairy, but someone is sad because of your pain. Everyone knows himself. Naturally, I won’t advise you not to miss the wonderful fairy, but there is an idea I want to tell you."
"You say …"
Hui Hong wiped her body for the wind soul and said, "Grace Gong must have heard the story of King Saboda cutting meat and feeding it to the eagle, right? The eagle chased the pigeon. King Saboda would die if he looked after the pigeon, but wouldn’t the eagle starve if he saved the pigeon? So he was so upset and sighed, but no matter how upset and sighed he was, the eagle would still have to chase the pigeons because he was hungry, and the pigeons would still have to flee in fear. What’s the point of his distress and sigh? He cut his own flesh and fed it to the eagle, so the eagle was full of pigeons and escaped. King Saboda was sad and safe … "