Confused country poison concubine

Chapter 306 The Truth Comes Out
Although she likes Yuan Ze, she is not yet ready to take such an irreversible step, and has not figured out whether each other's "demons" are really each other.

But Yuan Ze seemed unable to wait, his whole body was tense and his strength was terrifying, she almost thought he would embed her own body into his body, and the unhealed wound on her back immediately made her feel pain.

But at the next moment, Yuan Ze suddenly spoke tremblingly and stiffly: "The poor monk knows...the poor monk...knows that it is you, Xiaobai benefactor, the bell, the bell... can't stop, but the poor monk will be patient. "

Afterwards, he began to recite the Prajna Heart Sutra in a low and trembling voice: "Guanzi Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, and form is emptiness." , Empty is the form, and it is also the same. Shalizi, it is the empty phase of all dharmas. Ear, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance and touch, no vision, even unconsciousness, no ignorance, and no ignorance to the end,..."

The Sanskrit sound seemed to forcibly suppress those bells, and Qiu Yebai also felt that the strange commotion in her body seemed to calm down a lot, and her hands loosened a lot, and she seemed to be able to move. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that It's passed.

Suddenly, she felt a fever on her shoulders, she was startled for a moment, and then the smell of blood became more and more intense.

She asked anxiously, "Ah Ze, how are you doing?"

Yuanze did not speak, but continued to chant: "Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance in the heart. There is no hindrance, there is no terror, away from reversed dreams, and Nirvana..."

But with his trembling chanting, the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense.

Qiu Yebai's uneasiness gradually expanded, and he pulled Yuan Ze away with all his strength, only to see that his eyes were closed, his expression was distorted calm, and his thin lips kept chanting: "All Buddhas of the third age, according to Because of Prajna Paramita, one can attain Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi."

But as he was reading, the blood on the corner of his lips kept flowing, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Qiu Yebai was furious: "Stop!"

Yuan Ze seemed to have heard nothing, and his face was as pale as snow: "I can't stop... I know that Prajna Paramita is a great god mantra, a great Ming mantra, and an unsurpassed mantra."

Finally, Qiu Yebai couldn't take it anymore, she directly grabbed the back of his head, and kissed his lips fiercely: "Shut up, if the price of keeping you and my innocence is your death, then innocence is nothing!"

She kissed his thin lips unceremoniously, trying to control his lips and tell him to shut up.

But Yuan Ze froze, feeling his heart was trembling badly. This slightly rough and clumsy kiss was completely different from her teasing and tender kiss in the afternoon.

If the kiss this morning was so tender and youthful, then this kiss was like a treacherous fire, with a strong smell of blood, burning his wisdom, and made him pay a hard price to slow down. The stabilized Lingtai consciousness and the Buddha's Sanskrit tune all disappeared at once, and he couldn't help but slowly began to tremble.

It wasn't until he felt the person in front of him suddenly turning over and pressing him down that Yuan Ze was shocked, his eyes widened suddenly, his lips were tightly closed, and he tried with difficulty to look away: "Don't... Xiaobai benefactor... Poor monk... ..."

The combination of his refusal and those treacherous bells that kept ringing made Qiu Yebai feel that his heart was on fire. She clasped his shoulder with one hand, and clasped the back of his head with the other hand, sticking to him. Touching his lips, he whispered: "Aze, Aze... you will die, do you know, or do you really hate me that much?"

She had just checked his pulse and breath, and the tendons in his body had already started to go retrograde. The breath in the dantian was disordered, the qi rushed into the lungs, and the blood qi was unstable. She could even see blood bruises on his skin under the misty moonlight. Symptoms of visceral bleeding developed.

"Because it's Xiaobai's benefactor..." Yuan Ze closed his eyes, put one hand on her shoulder, his face was calm, his voice was trembling because of forcibly suppressing the churning breath, but he was still gentle and firm: "That's why I don't care about her." It can hurt like that."

Qiu Yebai grabbed his wrist and tried to push her away, put her fingertips on his lips, and made a silence gesture: "Shh, Aze, I have never been a saint, I know what I am doing, don't worry , I will be responsible for any choices I make now, Ze, do you hate me..."

She is not a saint, she doesn't need anyone to be responsible for today's decision, and she doesn't need to think about the future and the past, she just knows that a person has quietly entered her eyes, even though she still doesn't understand how much she cares about him, but she Knowing that this person has her in his heart, he would rather destroy his own body than destroy her innocence.

The road in the world is long, and in the first half of her life, she walked alone, wandering around the rivers and lakes, and indulged herself. She also thought about who would be able to accompany her in this life, and guessed that the person who made her look different must be a free and easy quack, or conquering thousands of troops. Seeing through life and death, he dropped his sword and inscribed the wind song, and shot the battlefield warrior in the vast sea with his spear.

But he never thought that he would be such a "living Buddha" who sees through the world of mortals but can't stop his appetite, let alone handed himself over so hastily.

But she is even more unwilling to watch this person who can touch the secret and subtle emotions in her heart just die like this. Her face: "Poor monk, how can you hate..."

"Hush, listen to me, Aze, you have to remember, tonight it is I who have to cross the demonic barrier, and that ruined your practice, it is not your fault, the Buddha will forgive his disciples for practicing in the world of mortals." She still pointed She touched his thin lips, sighed softly, then lowered her head and kissed his thin lips again.

She is not an ordinary daughter's family. God gave her a restless soul. She was destined to have such a dangerous background. The road she chose must be full of thorns, dangers, winds and clouds, and bloody plots all the way, so she can't help herself. Seeking a "good ending" to spend this life in a tall mansion like an ordinary daughter's family, husband and son.

Naturally, I can only be greedy and happy, regardless of tomorrow.

She only acts as a demon in his practice.

"Aze, Aze, Aze... who am I?"

"Bai...Bai...Bai...you are Bai."

The moonlight is blurred, the ringtone is enchanting, and in the dark night, it seems to be curling up in the beautiful mist, which evokes the softest and most secret desire in the heart. The golden Buddha is still sitting on the lotus platform, holding the lotus, quietly watching the disciples and the disciples under the lotus platform. He is entangled in love and desire, infatuated with anger and hurt.

The dark space was extremely hot, but a Bianhua flower in the bottle on the stage suddenly bloomed silently.

(End of this chapter)