Chapter 115 Buddha, please protect your little fox (27)
The two of them were whispering furtively to each other, and the man at the center of the conversation had a red face under his mask.
His tall and broad body seemed to be filled with lead, so stiff that he could not move.
Jingchen pursed her thin lips and stretched out her beautiful white fingertips to touch her cheek.
hiss.
He hissed softly, as if he had been burned, and immediately retracted his hand.
The noisy sound of fireworks and the wanton laughter of passing men and women all crowded into his ears, but he could hear nothing.
My mind was in a mess, as if there was a little man shouting loudly
Idiot! The little fox kissed you!
React, idiot!
Jingchen suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously turned his head. His dark eyes fell on Chen Yuan's face beside him.
The flamboyant and beautiful fox mask covered most of her face, revealing only her round, plump, crimson lips, which were very soft.
As for why he knew...
Jingchen thought of the scene just now and couldn't help swallowing.
"Hey! Let's go!"
Chen Yuan held a beautiful fox lantern and waved it in front of Jingchen.
The flickering candlelight illuminated Jingchen's handsome and elegant face, making it even more stunning.
He looked away in panic and asked in a hoarse voice
"Where are you going?"
"Go to the river and release the lanterns, idiot."
Jingchen was called a fool again, but he didn't get angry at all.
He looked dazed and let Shen Yuan pull his sleeve and lead him to the lake.
At this moment, the lakeside is filled with men and women releasing lanterns. They are not intimate with each other, and they all keep a proper distance, with sweet smiles on their faces.
Chen Yuan found a more secluded place by the lake and let go of the hand that was holding Jingchen's clothes.
"Let's put it here, there are fewer people."
Jingchen pursed her lips and did not answer. The blush on her face became more and more obvious. She looked like she had rolled in boiling water, emitting scorching heat.
Really so pure..
Chen Yuan felt evil. She tilted her head and stared at Jingchen with her big round eyes without blinking.
"Buddha, why is your face red?"
Jingchen turned his head in panic to avoid looking at Shen Yuan.
He opened his lips, his sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice became slightly hoarse.
"You're mistaken."
The man in white with an iris mask had an elegant and graceful demeanor, but his increasingly red cheeks were not convincing at all.
Shen Yuan pulled the corner of her mouth almost imperceptibly, she stretched out her hand, pointed at Jing Chen's face, and said in a daze
"But your face is really red, like an apple."
Chen Yuan originally wanted to say it was like a monkey's butt, but compared to Jingchen's handsome face that looked like a banished immortal, using this metaphor seemed like a blasphemy to him.
It is white with a hint of red, soft and tender, and really looks like a ripe apple.
I really want to take a bite.
Chen Yuan thought about it and actually did so.
She put her hands behind her back, hooked her fingertips on the bamboo ribbon of the fox lantern, and stood on tiptoe.
"Ah."
Her voice was soft and cute, and her pearly teeth bit the soft flesh of her cheek lightly.
Jingchen groaned, his fingertips trembling.
A tingling sensation rushed straight to the top of my head.
He took a deep breath, his narrow eyes suddenly widened, but he forgot to push away the girl in front of him.
When the feeling on his neck disappeared, Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, like a prey escaping from the bloody mouth of a lion.
"It's sweet, sweeter than an apple."
Chen Yuan blinked his eyes, his expression serious and his eyes innocent, as if he had no idea how shocking his words were to the world.
Flirting without knowing it.
Jingchen, a Buddhist who has no desires and is full of compassion, can no longer be at peace because of Chen Yuan's words.
Like the passing spring breeze, or like willow catkins sprouting from branches, it sows seeds in the heart, which take root and sprout uncontrollably.
Jingchen raised his eyelids, and a bloody storm had already begun in his narrow eyes.
"Do you know what you just did?"
His voice was terribly hoarse, concealing some terrible emotion, and was no longer as cold as before.
Once the Buddha's heart that has been buried for a long time is shattered, the desire that has been suppressed for a long time will have nowhere to hide and will devour the person in front of him without leaving any bones.
Jingchen knew that his Buddhist journey had come to an end.
"I know."
Chen Yuan raised her head and looked directly into Jing Chen's eyes. There was an unprecedented seriousness in her eyes.
"I've been attracted to you for a long time."
Click.
The taut string in my heart suddenly broke.
Before Jingchen could even react, she heard Shen Yuan ask
"So Fu Chen, what's your answer?"
She no longer called him "Buddhist Son", but called him by his common name before entering the palace in a gentle tone.
As their eyes met, fireworks erupted all around them and countless lanterns floated down from the upper reaches of the Putuo River.
Carrying one beautiful wish after another, flowing into the distance.
Jingchen no longer deliberately avoided Chen Yuan's gaze, as if he had finally confirmed something. The slender knuckles that were hanging by his side and stuck in his palm finally loosened.
Jingchen pursed his lips, his expression pious, his voice clear and pleasant
"Me too."
Under the moonlight, the evening breeze blew ripples on the lake surface, the lanterns trembled, and even the reflection of the Putuo tree swayed with it.
Jingchen stretched out his hand and held the person in front of him tightly in his arms.
A faint floral scent lingered at the tip of his nose. Jingchen closed his eyelids and rested his chin on Chen Yuan's neck.
The temperature was scorching hot, and the sounds around seemed to have stopped at this moment.
In order to save all living beings, the ascetic and ruthless Buddhist finally lowered his noble head.
He stretched out his hand and took a stupid fox under his wing, even though his Buddhist fate had come to an end and his Buddhist heart was broken.
Shen Yuan raised her head from his arms and asked softly if he would regret it.
Jingchen's answer is
"Never."
*
In the hall of Putuo Temple where the Buddha statue is enshrined, an old figure is kneeling.
Jingkongfang was wearing a yellow cassock, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and gently twisting it, while in his right hand, he held a wooden fish and struck it regularly.
Suddenly, a gust of night wind came from nowhere and blew out the candle burning in the center of the Buddhist hall.
The white smoke curled around, slowly rising, and then completely dissipated in the silent night.
Abbot Jingkong suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the extinguished candle in disbelief, his body swaying.
After a long time, he could no longer remain calm and whimpered sadly.
"Respected Buddhist, I only let you go down the mountain to find the little fox and make sure she's safe. How could you have lost your Buddhist heart?"
"If I had known this, I would not have let you go down the mountain even if it cost me my life."
"Wow, wow, Buddhist son, you are so confused! Heaven is going to destroy our Putuo Temple!"
After venting his anger, Abbot Jingkong's body suddenly collapsed, like a small pine tree ravaged by wind and rain, with messy branches and leaves.
He shook his head slowly and murmured softly, his voice so soft that it would be blown away by the wind.
"Forget it, forget it. I believe you should be very happy at this moment, Buddhist son."
"It's Daliang and Putuo Temple that have imprisoned you for too long..."
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