Mad owl

"Who is that old man?" Leaving the dense forest area, Di Cheng couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart.

"Old man? If this title reaches the ears of the Hall of Prayer for Heaven, you, Di Cheng, will be blacklisted." Di Yunyi shook his head and laughed.

"He is from the Temple of Prayer? Is it so serious?" Di Cheng was even more curious. Could it be some old monster from the Hall of Prayer?

"Of course, it may be more serious than you imagined. It's just this one time. Don't take this as an example. When you meet in the future, you must show respect, not only in terms of address, but also in attitude. Let's put it this way, among the five sects of Tantric Buddhism today , there are two high-ranking figures, one is the old living Buddha, and the other... is the prisoner."

"Oh?" Di Cheng picked each one, obviously surprised by Di Yunyi's metaphor.

Emperor Xi Yu also changed his face slightly, and looked at Di Yunyi in disbelief.Too advanced?The same type as the old living Buddha?Tantra still has such an old monster?Why haven't you heard of it before?

Di Yunyi took the performance of the two into his eyes, smiled silently, and said: "There are so many secrets in Tantric Buddhism. You only understand the tip of the iceberg. You have no contact with too many people and things. In short...no It will be less than your Tianmen."

The last sentence with deep meaning caused the eyes of Di Cheng and Xi Yuhuang to change a little, but after all, they are both deep people in the city, and they pretended not to pay attention to anything, and continued to ask: "Is his surname a prisoner? In the Hall of Prayer for Heaven Is... what identity?"

"Similar to the old living Buddha of Buddhism." Di Yunyi led Di Cheng to turn to a rugged flower path, avoiding the sight of others, and said as he walked: "When the old living Buddha was in charge of Tantric Buddhism, the old prisoner controlled Looking at the Temple of Prayer, the two are contemporaries, and there is not much difference in status or influence. One is the most domineering existence, and the other is the most mysterious existence. Because the prisoner's behavior style is too low-key, She seldom shows up in front of people, and her influence doesn't seem to be as great as it appears on the surface. In fact...the top five tantric sects, who is not afraid of imprisoning the old?

Remember the emperor plan I mentioned to you?During that period of experience, many people participated in the directing, but there was one person who was with us from the beginning to the end, and that was Mr. Prisoner.

It can be said that the old living Buddha is the advocate of the emperor's movement, and the prisoner is the main actor.

Twenty or thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the suzerains of those years have basically passed away, except for the old living Buddha and prisoner who are still alive.For today's Esoteric Buddhism, the existence of Prisoner and Old Living Buddha is like you and Xi Yuhuang, one in the light and the other in the dark, silently supporting the huge and complicated Esoteric Buddhism. "

Di Yunyi's tone and voice were very casual and calm, but the more Di Cheng and Xi Yuhuang listened to it, the more frightened they became, and the status and power of the prisoner were constantly improving invisibly.Secretly exchanging glances, they both saw a bit of solemnity and shock in each other's eyes.Contemporaneous with the old Living Buddha?The executor of the emperor's operation?One light and one dark?Doesn't it mean...the difference between the strength of the prisoner and the old living Buddha...isn't that big? ?

An old living Buddha is enough to shake the world, but Tantra... there is an old monster? ?

No wonder they felt a strong sense of danger and oppression when they saw the old prisoner; no wonder, as Di Yunyi, they would respectfully salute the old man and face him as a junior; Net fear!Be able to speak loudly to guard China!I once thought that it might be far-fetched to rely solely on the old living Buddha, but it turns out... there are still! ! !

"The existence of Prisoner is a secret. The outside world thinks that he has already passed away. Even if some people don't want to believe it, at best they have some suspicions, and there is no way to be sure. Today I will bring you two to meet Prisoner. First, I want to verify the anti-drug The situation, secondly, is to know the old prisoner. However, there is one thing I need to remind you, don’t tell outsiders about today’s meeting.”

Di Cheng nodded, suddenly remembered something, and said: "The group of people who returned to China in advance, except for Shen Aoming, are the others in the Yaowang Mansion?"

"They are all recuperating in the medicine pavilion, and their physical condition is very weak. They have not been allowed to come out for the time being. What, who do you want to see?"

Di Cheng asked back, "Is everyone here?"

"Your subordinates are on the outskirts of the Medicine Pavilion, and there are pharmacists from the Medicine King's Mansion who specialize in treating them. The two captives are in the cabinet, tied with chains, and there is also soft incense in the room. It is a kind of spice that makes people feel dizzy and weak. , guarantee that you won’t escape.”

Di Cheng didn't say anything more, and was supported by Xi Yuhuang and Di Yunyi back to the wing room arranged in advance.After the maid in Yaowang's mansion prepared a bowl of medicinal soup as instructed, there were also some special paste-like food. Di Yunyi didn't introduce too much, but just signaled Di Cheng to eat it.

Di Cheng only took it as a conditioning product, but after eating and drinking, he fell headfirst into the wound and fell into a deep sleep.

What happened next... I don't know anything.

This sleep lasted for four full days.During the period, several elder-level pharmacists came to the Yaowang Mansion several times to observe the situation and feed the soup. Gradually... Di Cheng was sweating all over his body, his face was pale, his internal organs were in severe pain, and he was not under control. The convulsions, all under this careful adjustment, during the four days of deep sleep... gradually weakened.

On the night of the fourth day, Di Cheng's drowsy consciousness slowly recovered, and his vision became clear in the haze, but he felt the soreness and weakness of his body again.With difficulty moving his body, he couldn't help but let out a small moan.After all... After sleeping for four full days, it is still a bit unacceptable to suddenly 'revisit' the pain.

Di Cheng's voice quickly woke up Jin Yixuan who was sitting on the bedside reading a book.

"Are you awake?" Jin Yixuan quickly put down the book and helped him to sit up.

Di Cheng rubbed his sore forehead, looked at the already dark sky outside: "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's the night of the fourth day, are you still feeling uncomfortable? I'll get you a bowl of ginseng soup." Jin Yixuan gently stroked Di Cheng's forehead, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

"I'm much better, I'm fine." Di Cheng pulled Jin Yixuan, calmed down, retracted into the quilt again, stretched his body vigorously, made a crisp sound of joint friction, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time I have never slept so comfortably."

Jin Yixuan was sure that Di Cheng was really fine, so she lay back on the bed again: "Master Di added some sleep-improving medicine to the medicine soup you drink, just to hope that you can have a good rest."

He didn't ask about any actions in Japan, didn't ask about the reason of the 'sudden illness', and didn't even mention Ye Wantong's matter. Jin Yixuan always cared for Di Cheng silently, and gently guarded the relationship between the two.

Di Cheng closed his eyes and carefully felt the condition of his body. It may be because of his sobriety and adaptation. The drowsiness and soreness just now are slowly disappearing, and soon... basically there is no obvious uncomfortable feeling, the only thing is some What is uncomfortable is the stomach.After all, he took four types of highly poisonous poisons internally. No matter how weird and miraculous his body is, it is impossible to completely eliminate it in a short time.Otherwise, it should be considered a monster.

Seeing Di Cheng suddenly quiet down, Jin Yixuan asked strangely: "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Di Cheng smiled and shook his head, stretched his body again, then fumbled for the buttons of his pajamas, and took off all his clothes.

"You!" Jin Yixuan's delicate face suddenly blushed, and she gave Di Cheng a blank look in shame and anger.

"Huh? Are you shy? It seems that if you don't have close contact for a long time, the relationship is really easy to get rusty." Di Cheng smiled wickedly, stripped himself clean, turned over and hugged Jin Yixuan's warm delicate body.

"There are people outside." Jin Yixuan struggled subconsciously, blushing even more.

"What are some people afraid of? Husband and wife are gentle and righteous, who can control it?" Di Cheng raised Jin Yixuan's delicate chin and looked carefully.

The once glamorous young lady of Oriental Media is now a married woman. She has lost her original youthfulness and aloofness, and has a more mellow charm. Her temperament is both cold and gentle, like a ripe peach. Feel.The slender and tight body has also changed slightly, some parts are more soft and elastic, and the touch feels... It makes people have a criminal impulse.

Di Cheng looked at it... and felt a little crazy...

Perhaps because of the candlelight, the shy Jin Yixuan is like a fairy who has fallen into the world, and also like a charming goblin. The combination of the two temperaments made Di Cheng's heart skip a beat, and he could not help but hug him even tighter, and slowly kissed her Jin Yixuan's moist red lips.

Sensing Di Cheng's gradually heavy breathing, Jin Yixuan suddenly became nervous. Maybe it was because she hadn't been gentle for a long time, her body became a little stiff, until... Di Cheng's hands parted the loose pajamas, and his nimble fingertips slid across Delicate skin... Gently holding the white rabbit on the chest, a suppressed moan came out from the throat, and the stiff body gradually softened with wanton kneading.

Di Cheng lightly kissed Jin Yixuan's rosy and slippery red lips, sucking the sweetness of his lips and tongue, his breathing gradually became heavy, his passion rose faintly, his hands gradually became rough under gentle kneading, and finally... stabbed... torn apart In Jin Yixuan's pajamas, two big white snakes were tightly entangled.

At this time, silence is better than sound, without any verbal communication, all the passion and sweetness are immersed