My baby is gone again

Chapter 98 Hei Tai Sui

hungry.

It felt like a fire was burning in my stomach.

Huizhen hugged the quilt, curled up her body, and tightly pursed her mouth.

The brothers beside me snored and slept soundly.

All the heads with ring scars are round, like steamed buns.

Huizhen was hungry, and secretly regretted it.

I shouldn't have rejected the steamed bun that my senior brother secretly brought back for the sake of face.

Because he said something wrong in the morning class, the master in charge of discipline punished him for a day's meal, and Huizhen has not eaten a grain of rice until now.

The rules of Mingde Temple are strict, even if they are not allowed to eat, they can't miss the daily work of meditating, carrying water, chopping firewood and growing vegetables.

After tossing and tossing all day, Huizhen's chest was pressed against her back from hunger.

He regretted in his heart, why he couldn't think about it, so he went to Mingde Temple to leave this house.

"When I was at home in the past, my young master was also well-clothed and well-fed. When I had morning tea, I had to have many maids to serve me."

Huizhen complained in her heart:
"Cultivate Buddha, practice Buddha, cultivate a very good Buddha! I have been here for half a month. I have neither seen supernatural powers nor learned Buddhism. I only read a few meditation scriptures. I drink porridge and vegetarian every day. The fade out bird is coming!"

He came from ordinary background, he was the son of a wealthy merchant in the Jiangnan region of Donghua Kingdom.

Because I yearn for the fairy who can control the wind and cut mountains and rivers in the novels of the story, so I clamor to practice.

As the only child in the family, Huizhen is loved and loved a lot on weekdays.

His parents couldn't hold him back, so they had to send him to the Mingde Temple closest to his home.

It is said that a long time ago, when Mingde Temple was prosperous, there was a foundation-building overhaul. Although it is now in decline, there are also some methods of practice in the temple.

Huizhen was very dissatisfied with sending herself to become a monk.

After all, the monks have ring scars on their heads and wear gray clothes. They are too ordinary and crude. How can they be as chic as the immortals with swords in the books?
What's more, Huizhen also heard that it is also a burden for people to collect manure to go to the temple, and the manure of monks is heavier than that of normal people.

This kind of thing is really scary.

But Huizhen finally came to Mingde Temple.

There are two reasons.

One is that Buddhism is prevalent in Donghua, and he has no other place to go except to practice Buddhism.

The second is that Huizhen has seen from the scriptures that in the scripture pavilion of the declining sect, the books that were left in the corner to eat ashes have interlayers inside.

In these interlayers, there are often hidden precious secret methods and practice scriptures, and after obtaining them, they can soar into the sky.

The restraint of reality and the expectation in my heart made Huizhen come to Mingde Temple.

Huizhen's father knows his son's mentality well.

He sent Huizhen here with the intention of disciplining this rebellious son, so that the latter could teach him a lesson.

Huizhen's father had already communicated with the abbot of the temple that he wanted this ineffective son to suffer some hardships on the mountain first, and then he would understand how beautiful the colorful world outside is.

Huizhen really misses her life at home now.

Imagining the delicacies of mountains and seas that I have eaten before, the hunger in my stomach is even worse.

He was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, where did he suffer from such grievances?

"Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow morning, I will go down the mountain at dawn..."

Huizhen gritted her teeth.

He planned in his heart that when he went back, he would eat and drink a lot first to make up for the suffering he had suffered in the past few days.

Then post a list and offer a reward to find the real cultivator.

Monk or something, whoever loves to be the one!

Although the monk's room is spacious, there are quite a few novice monks sleeping here, and there are rows of Datong bunks, which are very crowded.

Huizhen could smell the sour smell of sweat from the quilt beside her.

"Since I plan to go down the mountain, why should I endure the precepts of this monastery?"

He thought to himself:

"In the kitchen of the temple, I think there should be some food left. Although it is some coarse grains and vegetarian dishes, it can help me survive tonight."

With this thought, Huizhen couldn't control it anymore, her stomach was growling, and she couldn't bear it even if she wanted to.

He crept up from the bed, avoiding the sleeping brothers, put on his monk clothes and shoes, gently opened the door, and slipped out.

The moon is as cool as water, spilling on the ground.

Borrowing the moonlight, Huizhen walked towards the kitchen.

He wasn't worried about his whereabouts being discovered. After half a month in Mingde Temple, Huizhen already had a clear idea of ​​the monks' routines in the temple.

At this time, just after midnight, the master and senior brothers were all asleep, and there was no one on duty in the kitchen.

After two cups of tea, Huizhen came to the door of the kitchen.

In order to prevent rats from stealing food, the door is locked, but this is not a problem for Huizhen.

A few days ago, he noticed that due to years of disrepair, the door latch of the kitchen had long been loose.

It doesn't take much effort to break it off.

"Before going down the mountain tomorrow, I'll ask the masters to admit my mistake and ask my father to donate a new kitchen to the temple."

Huizhen's family is not short of money, if they remove the lock and pay for a new house, the masters will not blame them if they think about it.

He stretched out his hand to grab the door latch, and when he pulled hard, most of the door latch was torn off.

Huizhen pulled it again, making a loud noise, and the door latch fell off.

With a creak, the kitchen door opened.

What appeared in front of him was a pitch-black room, where he couldn't see his fingers, like a ferocious beast that would choose someone to devour.

Huizhen's heart tightened, feeling a little guilty.

He stood near the door, touched the flint on the stove, and took down the oil lamp hanging by the door.

The oil lamp was lit. Although the light was weak, it allowed him to see clearly the scene inside.

Huizhen breathed a sigh of relief, holding the oil lamp, and walked in.

As the kitchen of Ming'an Temple, the space here is actually very large, with a total of three large rooms inside and outside.

The outermost room is for cooking, with a row of stoves, and the windows are open for ventilation.

What Huizhen was looking for, the place to store dry food, was the second kitchen.

Huizhen looked at the oil lamp in her hand.

Mingde Temple does not light a fire for cooking at night, and does not use many oil lamps.

Therefore, few people pay attention to how much oil is left in the oil lamp, and naturally few people remember to add new fuel to the lamp.

The lights were not very bright. He took a look and found that there was not much lamp oil left, and he needed to act quickly.

The surroundings were quiet, and Huizhen could hear the beating of her own heartbeat.

Opening the curtain that separates the room, he came into the room, took a few glances, and saw a basket on the table with a pot lid on it.

Huizhen walked over quickly, took off the lid of the pot, and there were several coarse grain buns in the basket, which were not small in size.

He was so hungry that he didn't hesitate, picked up a steamed bun and took a bite.

Although the steamed buns in the basket had been left cold and hard, Huizhen found them extremely delicious.

When she was dry from eating buns, Huizhen ran to the other side of the room and scooped a ladle of water from the water tank.

At this moment, he inadvertently glanced at the back room, which was used as a utility room.

Looking through the curtain, a large vat can be vaguely seen.

This big vat is as tall as a person, with a deep black body and a thick shape, with some vague patterns engraved on it.

Huizhen put down the ladle in her hand.

In his impression, this big tank was brought in from outside.

The monk who came to deliver the vat claimed to be from Tianchong Temple.

This name is consistent with the true Buddha [Tian Chong Buddha] that all the people in Donghua Kingdom believe in.

Huizhen was born in an ordinary country, and she doesn't know anything about the practice world, nor the origin of Tianchong Temple.

But after seeing the monk from Tianchong Temple, the oldest and most knowledgeable abbot in the temple became excited.

It seems to have seen the Dharma protector of the real Buddha.

Especially after the envoy pulled a carriage and showed the large vat in the carriage to the host.

Huizhen is just getting started, so she doesn't understand Buddhist scriptures, nor does she know the relationship between various Buddhist temples.

But because he was born in a merchant's family, he is very good at observing words and expressions.

Huizhen noticed that when the host was looking at the big vat, both hands were shaking.

The big vat was very heavy, and all the monks in the temple couldn't move it down.

Later, the host drove everyone away, and by some unknown method, he transported the big vat to the kitchen.

A senior brother who knew the matter revealed that the ingredients in this big tank were sent by Tianchong Temple to prepare vegetarian food for Mingde Temple.

Huizhen is no stranger to such things as "Su Zhai".

Every time it comes to the birthday of the true Buddha, Donghua Kingdom will hold a celebration, and all temples and temples will hold vegetarian banquets, which will be provided to the people for free.

"What kind of food is in it, and it needs to be packed in such a big tank?"

After thinking for a while, Huizhen had a guess in her mind:
"Could it be a crock of pickles?"

Huizhen looked at the half dry bun in her hand.

Look at the big tank in the house again.

It is said that foreign monks can recite scriptures. Are the pickles sent by foreign monks different from local ones?
Pickles that can be put on a vegetarian feast and dedicated to the Buddha must have their own uniqueness, right?

"It's just a pickle. Just leave some money for them before leaving. If it's delicious, I'll pay for some and bring it back for my father to taste."

Thinking of this, Huizhen took a shovel from the stove and walked to the back room.

The pitch-black vat was taller than him, so Huizhen had no choice but to climb onto the desk beside him.

These desks are used for stacking sundries and are not easy to settle down.

The big tank was originally tied with a rope, but now the rope has been untied, and a wooden cover is placed on it, tightly.

Only then did Huizhen remember that in three days' time, the Buddha's birthday would arrive.

"The pickles in this tank have already been eaten."

Hui really understood.

But he didn't see any pickles on the table, presumably the master and brother in charge of the kitchen stole them, because he was afraid of being discovered by the host, so he didn't dare to make a big fuss.

He put the oil lamp aside and opened the wooden lid on the large black cylinder.

The wooden cover was a bit heavy, and Huizhen used some strength.

Then he picked up the not-so-bright oil lamp and shone it into the tank——

Hey, the black jar is really black pickles.

but……

This black pickle seemed a little different from what he had seen before.

Huizhen took the shovel, bent down, and put the shovel into the tank.

A strange feeling came along the handle of the shovel, and Huizhen let out a soft "Huh".

He felt as if he was scooping up a pot of aspic, or dipping a shovel into winter lard.

The jelly was crushed, the lard was very thick, and the contents of the tank were sticking together. It was very difficult for Huizhen to stir it.

Huixin was puzzled, he had never seen this kind of "pickles", he pulled out the shovel vigorously, and saw black marks left on it.

The oil lamp was dim, so she couldn't see clearly, so Huizhen raised the shovel and leaned forward.

The table is full of sundries, and the foothold is very narrow.

Huizhen accidentally lost her balance and fell into the tank.

The skin felt sticky and soft when it came into contact with the dark stuff in the vat, it was slippery and sticky.

Huizhen struggled hard, but the things in the tank wriggled and got into his mouth and nose like living things.

"Help, save... save..."

Huizhen desperately called for help, but was dragged into the tank, his body was gradually submerged, and the sound of help turned into a narrow, hoarse sound, like a broken bellows, making a hoarse sound.

In the room, the oil lamp that fell on the ground flickered on and off, and finally went out completely.

………………

Inside the flying chariot.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu sat opposite each other and drank tea.

Several days have passed since the two of them left the Demon Emperor's secret realm.

The blood in Gu Yuan's body was pulled out and merged into his sister's body.

The restrictions imposed by the Demon Emperor could not stop Lu Xuan, and Gu Li's nine veins merged into one, becoming the real "Emperor".

During this process, Lu Xuan also checked Gu Li's condition.

The nine bloodlines in her body are extremely unique. According to the statement of the siblings, the mothers of the nine of them all came from the famous bloodline strong clan at that time.

Gu Yuan's mother clan was the strongest, so it became the main bloodline, and the Yaohuang's own bloodline played a role like a "glue".

This feeling is a bit like the emperor's harem fighting for favor.

If there is no queen, the other concubines will fight for the position of mother of the country because they think they have a chance.

When there is a queen, the struggle is put in the dark, but the emperor needs to mediate from it to maintain the balance.

However, after these nine bloodlines are balanced, they seem to be unified, but in fact they are still different from each other.

Based on Lu Xuan's knowledge of the way of blood, although the nine bloods are superimposed and very strong, there is still something crucial missing.

Gu Li and his brother told Lu Xuan about the Demon Emperor.

Lu Xuan felt that the goal of the Demon Emperor at that time should be to completely integrate the blood in the bodies of the nine princes and princesses to achieve some kind of qualitative change, but unfortunately it failed.

This made him think about what was the reason that caused that demon emperor's temperament to change drastically in his later years.

Afterwards, Gu Li used her own blood as a guide to open the imperial city that was shrouded in the secret realm of the Demon Emperor.

Everyone saw a sleeping ancient demon army, and also saw the coffin of the ancient demon emperor.

Naturally, Lu Xuan would not take anything from what the Demon Emperor left for future generations.

However, Lu Xuan made a copy of the "Ancient Emperor's Classic" and the Yaohuang's research manuscript on the way of blood in the tomb.

In addition, in the imperial city, there was a celestial flower with beautiful flowers, which was also picked off by Gu Li and given to Cheng Lingzhu.

"Buried an undercover agent in the Immortal Tomb organization, killed the long-absented demon giant, broke the ice between Daoyanzong and Tianyaomen, and dealt with the impolite ancient demon clan..."

Lu Xuan was very satisfied with what he had done during this period of time.

The death of Patriarch Xuehai shocked the Immortal Tomb Organization, and within a short period of time, they did not dare to take any further actions.

If the Immortal Tomb Organization has any plans, Nangong Xuan will report to him.

But to kill Gu Yuan, the eldest prince of the demon emperor, was to nip the danger in the bud.

Gu Yuan's mind is distorted and perverted. If he controls the immortal army in the imperial city, it will easily lead to disaster.

As for the establishment of diplomatic relations between Dao Yanzong and Tianyao Sect, Lu Xuan didn't care, just leave it to Qing Yangzi and the others.

After doing so many great things.

Lu Xuan decided to take a vacation for himself.

Tianchong Temple is a big sect of Buddhism, and everyone in the territory respects Buddhism.

Should be a very quiet and peaceful place.

"The Su Zhai of Tianchong Temple is very famous in the whole practice circle."

Inside the treasure chariot, Lu Xuan poured the tea:
"Even the Immortal Cooking Sect once sent elders to Tianchong Temple to learn how to cook vegetarian food. Many monks would come here every time the Buddha's birthday comes."

"Hmm... have you eaten before?"

Cheng Lingzhu looked at him with her chin on her cheek, blinking her eyes.

Because it was inside the treasure chariot and no outsiders were present, Cheng Lingzhu dressed casually.

A loose middle coat, with a few buttons buttoned indiscriminately, long hair shawl, and a lazy temperament on her body.

"It really isn't."

Lu Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip:
"Compared with the surrounding sects, Tianchong Temple appeared very late. Tianchong Buddha rose more than 7000 years ago and died 2000 years ago... he can be regarded as my junior."

"As for the reason for not eating..."

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand, reaching towards Cheng Lingzhu's chest...

Help her fasten the buttons.

"I only went down the mountain once in hundreds of years, and I really don't want to go without anyone to accompany me."

Looking at the neat buttons, Lu Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

for him.

Tombs can be stolen by one person, but meals are best eaten with someone.

"not to mention."

Lu Xuan paused, and said seriously:
"The monks and nuns in the temple are used to fooling people. I go to the temple alone to eat vegetarian food. The other party sees that I am handsome... Maybe they will come up with crooked tricks to trick me into becoming a monk."

"Don't be ashamed."

Hearing what he said, Cheng Lingzhu snorted softly.

She sticks out her chest.

The jacket is loose, but Cheng Lingzhu has a good figure.

After all the buttons were buttoned, the originally loose front became taut.

"Am I not telling the truth?"

Lu Xuan asked very suspiciously.

Cheng Lingzhu stared at his face for a while, and thought for a while:

"Well, it's the truth."

She stretched out her hand and held Lu Xuan's face:
"If you weren't so good-looking, I wouldn't have fallen into your trap so quickly."

Lu Xuanyi said solemnly:

"What kind of trap? We don't understand it very well. I remember that at the beginning, we were all devoted to the Tao, and our hearts were pure and flawless."

Cheng Lingzhu looked at him and blinked:

"You want to say, I was the first to see sex?"

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment:

"Can't say no?"

"Who confessed to whom first?"

"Isn't that...to take care of you? If I don't take the initiative with your original personality, you will have to be single all your life. "

"That's why you rushed at your master?"

"I am happy to be addicted to women!"

"Well, you admit it."

The corners of Cheng Lingzhu's mouth twitched slightly, "Well...me too."

She held Lu Xuan's cheek and kissed it hard.

"Like" this kind of thing, there is no difference between who comes first.

As for the question of whether to be addicted or not...

Of course she was obsessed with Lu Xuan's masculinity.

My husband's body, who would be greedy if I am not greedy?

Cheng Lingzhu was confident.

(End of this chapter)