Escape 99 times (Part 35) Lure...? ...

Lu Xingzhi was picked up and brought back to the temple when he was young. He had profound Buddhist knowledge and was famous far and wide.

But few people know that he is a lay disciple.

He was puzzled, "Abbot, I have seen through right and wrong, good and evil, joy, anger, sorrow and fear, why don't you shave my head?"

The abbot could only sigh, "How can one see through the world if one has never entered it?"

To this end, he imagined many scenarios that might cause him to break his vow, as well as ways to deal with them.

He had never expected such a situation.

He had a handsome appearance, and even shaving his hair did not detract from his looks. Instead, it made him look even more cool and elegant, just like a pine tree under the moon and gentle breeze. He was admired by many infatuated men and women.

But those people never bothered him at all.

How come now, I had such a ridiculous night and had a spring breeze in my dream?

Could it be that he was so licentious that he was so overwhelmed by lust that he didn't care who the other person was?

In the dream, the dragon's tail seemed to be still wrapped around his waist, and its scales were as cold as jade and stuck to his clothes.

The clothes were thin, and the coolness from the scales seemed to carve into the bones and blood.

He tightly closed his eyes, not daring to think anymore. He recited the scripture "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form" over and over again. Qingmo copied the Heart Sutra all over the pages of the book. When he opened his eyes, he saw that every word and sentence written on the yellowed paper was clearly "Xuanyuan".

…

He is twenty-three years old this year, and this is probably the time when his blood is boiling.

It must be because he has no place to vent his energy that he would have such a ridiculous dream.

He asked the abbot for a sword to break his precepts, and practiced martial arts in the courtyard day and night, swinging the sword over and over again until he was exhausted.

The abbot came to see him. Under his long white eyebrows, a pair of eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes of life seemed to have seen through everything.

"It is better to unblock than to block."

sparse?

Of course he knows it, but isn’t what he is doing now “loosening”?

Perhaps the abbot meant for him to face that dream?

Everyone has seven emotions and six desires. Since he has not yet become a Buddha, he naturally has worldly desires.

He pondered for a long time until the young monk came to remind him, then he put away the knife and went to the front hall to chant sutras for the pilgrims.

In the lobby, sandalwood incense is wafting and Buddhist chants are lingering.

When the chanting was over, a pilgrim called him.

The person in front of me is a young man, who looks to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with lively and handsome eyebrows and eyes, and some baby fat on his cheeks. He is still childish, but already has a handsome appearance.

The young master stopped him and said he wanted to ask about the Buddhist scriptures. While he was explaining, her eyes kept looking at his face. When he lowered his head and caught her gaze, she hurriedly lowered her head with a slight blush on her cheeks.

He understood what was going on and thought to himself that he would have to avoid this young master from now on.

After he finished explaining the Buddhist scriptures, the young master wanted to say something to him, but he no longer had an excuse and could only look at his background reluctantly.

When passing the corner, another fragrant breeze blew over.

He dodged to the side, and the beautiful woman leaned against the wall. She was wearing a pomegranate red dress, her skin was whiter than snow, and she was full of charm.

"master."

She had a pair of beautiful eyes, with rippling light and a hint of something she wanted to say but hesitated. Anyone could see what she was thinking.

Lu Xingzhi only clasped his hands together and said in a flat voice, "Donor."

The woman looked at his eyes greedily, "Master, I am attracted to you. What do you think of what I said last time?"

"Donor, I am devoted to Buddhism. Thank you for your kindness."

The woman forced a smile and said, "It's okay. You can think about it for a while. I can wait."

“No matter how long you wait, my answer will not change.” Lu Xingzhi’s tone was steady, without any trace of reluctance or unwillingness in his voice.

His refusal was decisive enough so that the woman could no longer continue to deceive herself.

She bit her lower lip and asked unwillingly, "Why?"

"I am devoted to Buddhism."

She shook her head. "Master, I know that you have been practicing in the temple since you entered it when you were young. Since you have never been in the world and have never experienced the seven emotions and six desires, how can you be so determined to decide on the path for the rest of your life?"

"But you simply don't love me?"

She clenched her beautiful nails painted with balsam into her palms and said with difficulty, "Do you despise me for being the most beautiful woman in a brothel?"

"I am a prostitute and I have never received any guests."

"Do you think I'm dirty?"

Lu Xingzhi shook his head, "No."

"The body is but a shell, and only conduct can define a person's character."

"The brothel where the donor works cooks porridge and distributes it to the people in troubled times, protecting refugees fleeing famine. This is indeed a noble cause. You have pure souls and noble conduct, much cleaner and more beautiful than those high-ranking officials who are full of fat and greedy."

Her cheeks flushed, and she felt a little shy when she was affirmed like that.

But she still asked stubbornly, "Why is that?"

"After you saved me from the monsters, I swore to marry you, but if I do..."

She paused, stood up straight, and asked, "Master, are you unable to have worldly desires for anyone, or is it just me?"

"I am devoted to Buddhism, and I will never be dissatisfied with anyone..."

Lu Xingzhi suddenly stopped.

The dragon scales under the moonlight appeared before him again.

The black dragon with golden pupils lowered its head and looked at him.

Scales scraped across his arms and palms.

It was clearly an action before hunting, and there was clearly no temptation at all.

Facing the woman's slowly growing hopeful gaze, he added the second half of the sentence, "I can't think of anything else."

"So please, benefactor, turn back and never give up."

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but she stopped nagging him. She bowed deeply to Lu Xingzhi.

"Take care, Master."

…

Lu Xingzhi walked towards the wing room, step by step, very steadily.

It seemed like nothing could shake him.

But only he knew that he had just told a lie and broke his rules.

It's not that he can't feel lust for anyone in the world, but that there is only one person who makes him feel lustful.

No, that's not a person.

That was a dragon monster.

Why is it him?

Why him?

Even if Xuanyuan was not a dragon monster, how could he have such dirty thoughts towards his confidant?

If humans cannot control their desires, what is the difference between them and beasts?

Lu Xingzhi asked to go into seclusion to practice and went to Hantan.

The cold pond is as cold as winter all year round, and one needs to practice constantly to maintain the body temperature.

The cold pond is quiet, empty and deserted, with no birds, animals or insects chirping. In such an environment, one can block out all external interference and continue to think and analyze oneself.

Wherever his sword passed, the ice shattered, fell to the ground and turned into snow dust.

He practiced in the cold pond for more than a month. During this period, Xuanyuan came to see him many times. After learning that he was in seclusion, he went back and only left him a few ancient books, all of which were treasures that he had mentioned he wanted to see.

He flipped through the ancient books in silence.

Later, he finally got out.

When Xuanyuan heard the news that he had come out of seclusion, he rushed to meet him in the afternoon.

"You suddenly shut yourself off from the world and I thought you were mad at me."

Xuanyuan never called himself "I" in front of him. "I went back and thought about it. It might be too early to implement this policy. The war between humans and monsters is still not far away. The hatred between humans and monsters is hard to eliminate. If it is enforced, it might not be worth the loss."

"In another ten years, when a new generation who has not experienced the human-demon war grows up, it may be easier to implement it."

Lu Xingzhi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why must humans and demons trade with each other?"

Does it have anything to do with the fact that you are a demon?

Is it related to the benefit gained by the demon clan?

Xuanyuan smiled and said, "The demon race and the human race can each take what they need."

Xuanyuan's words were vague, and Lu Xingzhi couldn't understand what the human race could get from the demon race.

But he knew that Xuanyuan would not tell.

Because the human race doesn't know much about the situation on the demon side, if Xuanyuan tells it, it might expose his identity as a dragon demon.

They could only remain silent.

It was like he clearly knew the identity of Xuanyuan Dragon Demon, but he couldn't ask or say anything.

The day he asked the question was the day he made the decision.

"Why do you look like you're worried? Tell me, and I'll see if I can solve it."

Xuanyuan suddenly leaned over, his beautiful golden eyes close at hand.

At this distance, if Xuanyuan released the dragon horn, it would probably poke his forehead.

He didn't know if he was scared or what, but his pupils suddenly shrank and he subconsciously dodged backwards.

Xuanyuan laughed, "Master, are you scared? Sorry, sorry."

Xuanyuan was clearly apologizing, but there was a sly light in his eyes, like a naughty child who had successfully played a prank.

The demon race has a long lifespan, especially the dragon race.

If calculated by the lifespan of the dragon clan, Xuanyuan is still a teenager.

The summer sun was shining brightly, and the wind disturbed the water lilies in the pond, and a faint fragrance floated in the air. Xuanyuan smiled and called him with a smile, "Master, how about playing a game of chess?"

Why are these golden eyes so bright even in the dark?

It's like looking directly into the sun.

His heart suddenly began to beat wildly, as if a strong wind had blown up, shaking the branches, shaking the earth, and causing the huge rocks in the pool to fall into the water with a loud bang, splashing out huge waves.

Why, even though he clearly had no desire, he still didn't dare to look Xuanyuan in the eye?

His heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his chest, answering this difficult puzzle for him.

Xuanyuan when we first met.

Xuanyuan, who discussed Buddhism with him.

Xuanyuan, with whom he discussed the affairs of the world.

Xuanyuan who played chess with him.

Xuanyuan jokes like a child.

Xuanyuan was completely defenseless against him.

…

The two of them rode in a sedan chair and walked along the mountain road.

The mountain road was bumpy and the journey was long. He closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulder sink to the ground and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xuanyuan, who was sleeping on his shoulder with a book in his hand.

He has long eyelashes.

My heart seemed to soften at that moment.

That's ridiculous.

It turned out that he was not aroused by lust, but by emotion.

It turned out that the reason he entered the mortal world was that he fell in love with a dragon monster.

…

Lu Xingzhi frowned.

If it is an illusion, it is too delicate.

It's more like a memory.

But if these memories existed in the seventy worlds he had reincarnated into, how could he have no impression of them?

Xuanyuan once speculated that the limit of the world's restart may be related to nine, and the maximum possibility is ninety-nine times.

Was the life in which he developed self-awareness really the first time the world restarted?

Could this be a life in which he has no memory?

Lu Xingzhi frowned and continued reading.

…

Lu Xingzhi couldn't remember how he and Xuanyuan separated.

He was in a trance and went to the library in the temple.

He was a little confused. He needed to understand Xuanyuan, understand the demon race, more, more...

What he knew was enough for him to make a rational judgment.

He sat in the library and read for three whole days.

The demon race is mysterious and only occasionally appears among humans.

Some monsters are brutal and feed on humans.

Some demons are kind, gentle and non-aggressive.

But there are more of the former and less of the latter.

Ancient books are filled with records of monsters invading villages and slaughtering everyone in the village.

But no matter what the record is, there is one thing that is consistent -

The demons have no emotions.

They are indifferent, put profit first, and have no concept of gratitude.

But they are so good at disguising themselves that it is difficult to tell the real from the fake.

Some monsters disguised themselves as handsome scholars and seduced young ladies to elope.

Some monsters were rescued by humans, but they ended up eating the entire family of that person.

The demons are often able to mislead people.

No matter what they do, their ultimate goal is to benefit themselves.

Their behavior cannot be inferred based on human habits.

…

The best at... deceiving people?

Lu Xingzhi supported his forehead and recalled the scenes he had spent with Xuanyuan.

In fact, there is one thing that is indeed a bit strange.

Until now he still hasn't figured out why Xuanyuan seemed to hit it off with him the first time he met him and started to contact him frequently.

Moreover, they had many similarities in their hobbies and opinions, and it didn't take long for them to become close friends.

He just believes that there is really such a thing as fate between people.

But if we look back, are these instant hits and similar interests the result of fate, or was it a long-planned plan?

If these are all fake, then is his attraction to Xuanyuan real or fake?

While Lu Xingzhi was looking for evidence, something happened.

One day, he ran into Xuanyuan standing alone under a tree, talking to some unknown being.

"He's certainly interesting, isn't he?"

Lu Xingzhi looked around Xuanyuan and found no one.

Xuanyuan seemed to be talking to an invisible person.

"This is the first person, other than me, to develop self-awareness."

"It's already chaotic enough, let's make it even more chaotic. Those people want to control my fate, and I also want to see if I can control their fate."

"You're going to die anyway, aren't you? The only difference is how fast or slow you die."

"You can't stop me."

Xuanyuan...what are you talking about?

Does interesting person refer to the way he walks?

Lu Xingzhi only felt his head buzzing and sleepiness surged up like a wave.

He knew he had to get out of here.

His remaining consciousness carried him staggering back to the room, where he fell headfirst onto the bed.

He had a long dream.

This dream was a bit strange. I couldn’t see Lu Xingzhi in reality. What was I dreaming about?

He only knew that when the monk Lu Xingzhi woke up again, his eyes were filled with crazy hatred.

Lu Xingzhi drugged Xuanyuan and wanted to kill the monster with the sword, but changed his mind and put the Buddhist beads on Xuanyuan's wrist.

The Buddhist beads were spiritual and had been blessed by several generations of eminent monks, and they barely subdued the dragon demon Xuanyuan.

The dark thoughts of destruction and devastation reached their peak when Xuanyuan looked up at him.

He had to pull off Xuanyuan's headband and blindfold him to keep calm.

These eyes.

These bewitching golden eyes...

On the edge of madness, a thought suddenly flashed through Lu Xingzhi's mind -

Did Xuanyuan really seduce him?

The next second, Lu Xingzhi in reality discovered that he could control this body.