This tea has no taste at all.

If Su Ziyu still had his strength, he would just fight with Qing Ji in front of him, but now only his consciousness is possessed by An Zhen's body. An Zhen is just an ordinary monk who can't even beat the opponent's little finger.

If you can't beat them, you can only outsmart them.

But Su Ziyu still doesn't know how to break free from this real dream. He just has a little clue, but he still has to try it to know.

"Anzhen."

"You've been walking all day. Let me soak your feet." Just when Su Ziyu was distracted, Qingji came in with a wooden basin.

It was filled with hot water and a few flower petals scattered around.

Qingji placed the wooden basin next to Su Ziyu's feet, and then stretched out her white fingers to help him take off his shoes. At this time, An Zhen's remaining consciousness made trouble again, as if he wanted to pull his feet out of Qingji's hands. How could Su Ziyu let him mess things up again, so he forcibly suppressed An Zhen's remaining consciousness and fought for control of the body at this time.

"How is it? Is it hot? Do you want some more cold water?" Just as Su Ziyu was suppressing An Zhen's remaining consciousness, Qing Ji had already held his feet with both hands and put them into the wooden basin. She didn't care about the dirt on his feet and gently massaged the soles of his feet.

The soles of my feet were pressed by a pair of soft fingers, and it felt a little itchy.

An Zhen's remaining consciousness finally stopped resisting, and Su Ziyu was stunned for a moment. It was the first time in his life that someone washed his feet so gently and carefully. He looked down at Qing Ji who was carefully washing the dirt and massaging the soles of his feet, and his expression eased a lot.

If it weren't for that morbid love and possessiveness, Kiyohime would have been a perfect Fuso-style wife like Yamato Nadeshiko.

She is also very beautiful.

Her small face is extremely delicate, with thin eyebrows and bright eyes, giving people a feeling of being a beautiful girl next door. In terms of appearance, among all the monsters Su Ziyu has seen so far, only Qingxuande can compare with her.

"Let me do it myself." Su Ziyu said slowly.

He was still not used to being served, and was afraid that if he softened his heart, he would not be able to do it. He was very clear about the nature of the beautiful girl in front of him. Qingji was almost a monster at this time. As long as there was something wrong and stimulated her, she would immediately turn black and become a monster with a human body and a snake tail, and instantly burn Su Ziyu into a pile of charcoal.

"Is it because I didn't do well enough?" Qingji raised her head, looking pitiful.

"Then...then please continue..." Su Ziyu wanted to refuse, but was afraid that Qingji would turn evil again, so he was forced to enjoy her service.

After washing Su Ziyu's feet clean, Qing Ji carried the wooden basin out and said softly before leaving: "Then you should have a good rest. I will take you to a fun place tomorrow."

She finally left.

After Qingji left, Su Ziyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up and looked around the room, and found quite a few Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf.

Qingji's family must be very rich.

Although this manor is in the suburbs, it looks quite big, and should belong to the level of a landlord. Qingji is an only child, so if he really marries her, it should be no problem for him to be a small landlord for the rest of his life. Su Ziyu couldn't understand why An Zhen wanted to regret it. Was it because in his heart, Buddhism was more important than love?

It turns out that monks’ thinking is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

Su Ziyu flipped through the Buddhist scriptures out of boredom for a while. He didn't know what to do with the current situation, so he could only wait for the old monk to come back.

However, it seemed that the old monk was having a great time chatting with Mr. Qingci.

Su Ziyu waited for a long time but no one showed up. It was getting darker at night. Just when Su Ziyu was about to take a rest and talk about it tomorrow, An Zhen's remaining consciousness spoke again: "No! Qing Ji must want to keep me here."

"I have to find a way to escape."

"Right now."

Then, An Zhen's remaining consciousness suddenly took control of her body and cautiously moved out of the manor.

Oh shit!

Don't make trouble!

I haven’t figured out what to do yet!

Su Ziyu tried to seize control of the body, but An Zhen's remaining consciousness was quite firm at this time. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to escape. He was unable to seize control of the body for a while.

The gate of the manor is right in front of us.

An Zhen didn't care about anything else and actually wanted to climb out directly from the wall.

"Where are you going?" At this moment, a faint female voice suddenly came from behind.

It's over.

This one is definitely a cold one.

An Zhen turned his head stiffly. Behind him was Qing Ji, who had an expressionless face. Her face was no longer gentle as before. Her eyes had turned into strange vertical pupils. A little bit of dark red flame appeared around her. Qing Ji said coldly: "You really lied to me! You actually want to escape!"

"I...I want to go to Kumano to pay homage..." An Zhen was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Even he himself didn't believe this poor excuse.

A ray of dark red flame came.

In the excruciating pain, An Zhen's entire body turned into charcoal, and the strange flames began to spread, soon burning the entire manor to ashes. Qing Ji, whose body turned into a snake's tail, emerged from the flames, venting her anger wantonly and turning everything around her into a sea of ​​fire.

"Anzhen, Anzhen!"

"I got up."

Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes and cursed, "Fuck! Dead again!"

He ignored the surprised old monk beside him, stood up, patted his butt and said, "Let's go. It's going to rain. We have to hurry up."

This was not the second time that Su Ziyu was burned to death by Qingji.

In fact, he had just been burned to death by Qingji for the eleventh time. After dying so many times, he was almost accustomed to Qingji's flames, and the pain made him a little numb.

Su Ziyu tried many ways to break the impasse, and even tried to escape halfway, refusing to go to Qingji's manor.

But he didn't expect that in the middle of the night he was caught up by the demonized Qing Ji, and then burned to charcoal. After dying so many times, Su Ziyu gradually understood something, that is, An Zhen really wanted to be a monk. Even after dying so many times, his residual consciousness was very weak, and even about to dissipate, he would still forcibly take control of his body and escape at the critical moment.

To escape is to die.

Su Ziyu has already discovered the contradiction.

If he went to the manor and suppressed An Zhen's residual consciousness too much and was close to Qing Ji, then An Zhen's residual consciousness would rebel and escape in the middle of the night, which would basically be a dead end. If he did not suppress An Zhen's residual consciousness, then because he was too cold, Qing Ji would ask him if he wanted to regret it. At that time, no matter how he answered, Qing Ji would quickly turn evil, which would also be a dead end.

An Zhen was determined to become a monk.

Qingji was also determined that Anzhen would marry her, otherwise she would end up being cremated.

Both of these people are extremely paranoid.

Su Ziyu died many times in the conflict between the two sides. If he got too close to Qingji, Anzhen's remaining consciousness would rebel, and he would quickly escape and be burned to death. But if he followed Anzhen's idea, Qingji would turn evil at night, and needless to say, he would also be burned to death.

Poor Su Ziyu thought for a long time before finally coming up with a possible solution to the problem.

That is to let Anzhen become a monk again and marry Qingji.

certainly.

In this day and age, that is impossible.

Because nowadays monks are absolutely not allowed to marry and have children, but in the distant future, monks in Fuso will be able to marry and have children.

soon.

A manor appeared before their eyes, and Qingji's expectant figure quickly appeared.

"You are finally here." An unusually gentle female voice sounded.

Qing Ji walked quickly to Su Ziyu and said with a very happy expression: "An Zhen? Are you hungry?"

"I prepared some vegetarian food for you."

An Zhen's remaining consciousness at this time can no longer control her body's daily behavior, and she will only run away for her life under specific circumstances.

"Yeah." Su Ziyu smiled politely yet kindly.

He nodded, took a half step back and said, "Let's go in."

Qingji's expression was a little disappointed, but she soon caught up.

Su Ziyu was already very familiar with the following plot. He quietly enjoyed Qingji's service and waited for the night to fall.

The old monk went to discuss Buddhism with Mr. Qingci again.

After a while, Qingji also came in with a wooden basin. If she was not too close to her, she would not bring tea. But if Qingji did not come to wash Anzhen's feet at night, it basically meant that she was about to turn evil.

Su Ziyu calmly enjoyed Qingji's foot bath. He had been burned to death by Qingji so many times, it was only right for her to serve him.

"Please sit down." Just as Qing Ji stood up and prepared to take the wooden basin out, Su Ziyu suddenly said, "Do you like to listen to stories? Let me tell you a story."

Qingji knelt down beside him obediently and said softly, "I love to listen to whatever you say."

An Zhen used to tell her some stories, but they were all stories from Buddhist scriptures, in order to make Qing Ji understand that he could not give up Buddhism, and to see if he could convince her to give it up on her own initiative. Qing Ji did not like to listen to those boring Buddhist stories, but she still listened patiently.

"This story comes from the Tang Dynasty in the East." Su Ziyu's tone was very calm, as if he had returned to the day when he told the story to Qing Xingdeng. He slowly said, "The protagonist of the story is a monster, a snake spirit who has been practicing for a thousand years. Her name is Bai Suzhen."

Isn’t this a story from the Buddhist scriptures?

A monster?

There was a hint of darkness in Qingji's beautiful pupils, and the gentle expression gradually disappeared, but she still looked curious, as if she really wanted to know what kind of story this was.

"A long, long time ago, there was a shepherd boy."

"He rescued a small white snake from a snake catcher and released it..."

Su Ziyu slowly told the story of Bai Suzhen. It could be seen that Qing Ji was listening attentively, as if she had put herself into the role of Bai Suzhen. Especially after hearing that Bai Suzhen flooded Jinshan Mountain and was suppressed under Leifeng Pagoda, her whole body tensed up, and wisps of dark red flames appeared around her body.

"This Fahai is so hateful!" Qingji's pupils were filled with anger, emitting a weird light as if they were on fire.

When I heard the end of the story.

Her face was full of joy again, and she seemed to be very excited about the happy ending.

"This story is really wonderful!" Qingji's eyes became gentle again, as clear as water. She looked at Su Ziyu in front of her and said softly, "Qingji will also work hard to become a wife like Bai Suzhen!..."

Su Ziyu remained silent.

An Zhen's remaining consciousness seemed to show signs of rebellion, and he was determined to become a monk.

"Do you know?" Su Ziyu thought for a moment and said slowly, "Becoming a monk and studying Buddhism is my lifelong pursuit."

"But monks can't marry and have children."

“I’m troubled by this.”

"If I marry you, I won't be able to be a monk. But if I want to be a monk, I can't marry you."

After hearing Su Ziyu's words, the air around them suddenly became dead silent.

Qingji's expression gradually turned cold, and a pair of dark pupils stared at him. Shallow vertical pupils had already appeared, as if if he said something wrong, she would turn evil and become a monster.

Su Ziyu looked up at Qingji's pair of dark vertical pupils, as if ignoring the will-o'-the-wisp burning beside her. The countless times he watched movies in his previous life and the acting skills of generations of movie stars were blessing him. He was even completely immersed in the role, completely putting himself in the shoes of Anzhen, and said in a voice full of affection but extremely complex: "Do you know?"

"I had a dream yesterday. The dream was about a long, long time in the future."

"At that time, monks in Fusang could marry and have children!"

"At that time, I was thinking, how great it would be if we lived in such an era!"

Su Ziyu sighed softly, then said in a deep voice: "I will marry you."

"But it must be after I return from my visit to Kumano. Becoming a monk is my lifelong pursuit, and I must personally resolve this cause and effect."

Qing Ji was silent for a long time after hearing this, then she looked up at him and said, "Okay. Then I'll wait for you to come back."

"In the distant future, will monks in Japan really be able to marry and have children?"

Qingji only cares about whether Anzhen will marry her. It doesn't matter whether she becomes a monk or not. What she hates most is that monks can't marry. If possible, she certainly doesn't want Anzhen to give up her lifelong pursuit.

"Yeah. That's what happened in the dream." Su Ziyu said slowly.

In the fifth year of the Meiji era, in order to weaken the power of Buddhism, the Fuso government imitated the Han Wudi's Enfeoffment Order and issued the "Prohibition on Eating Meat and Marrying Women", announcing that "from now on, monks can grow their hair, marry, have children, and eat meat and wine as they please". At first, this decree was extremely resisted by the monks, but the monks were not uniform, so some people began to drink alcohol, eat meat, marry and have children openly. In addition, the decree also allowed temples to be inherited as private property and directly passed on to their descendants. This led to a result, that is, monks who strictly abide by the precepts have no offspring left, but those monks who break the precepts can turn the temples into their own property and pass them on to their descendants.

The "Lingyun Sutra" once said: In the Dharma-Ending Age, there will be as many evil teachers as the sands of the Ganges.

When the Buddha passed away, the devil king also said: In the last days of the Dharma, my sons and grandsons will become monks, wear your robes, and destroy your Buddhist teachings. They will have the name of monks, but practice the ways of the devil.

No words were spoken that night.

The perilla fish finally survived until the next morning.

Along the way, Su Ziyu became a bystander again.

And An Zhen's remaining consciousness seemed to be burning, and it was obviously about to disappear, but he persisted very tenaciously until he came to a place called "Dōjōji".

at the same time.

Qingji, who was waiting at home, suddenly felt a shock all over her body. She seemed to sense something and ran out like crazy. Soon, her hair was disheveled and she looked miserable. She didn't know when her eyes had turned into a pair of strange vertical pupils, and her lower body turned into a long and narrow snake tail. Qingji's whole body turned into a demon. She flew past on the road, scaring countless people to flee.

Dojoji Temple gradually appeared in front of us.

Qing Ji's figure approached here with a gust of wind. She looked at the shivering monks in front of the door with an expressionless face and said coldly: "Let An Zhen come out to see me!"

He did not go to Kumano to pay homage!

He came to this temple!

He lied to me!!!

Wisps of dark red flames appeared around Qingji. The calmer her expression became, the colder it became. It was a mad rage that was suppressed and restrained and was about to erupt.

But the next second, her anger suddenly died down.

"An Zhen has passed away." An old monk walked out slowly, put his hands together and said to the demonized Qing Ji with a fearful expression: "Come with me. An Zhen left some words for you."

In front of a big clock, An Zhen's body was sitting cross-legged, like a high monk, but there was no breath of life left in him.

Qingji swam over slowly, her expression extremely sad. She leaned over and gently stroked Anzhen's face, and saw a piece of paper he had left behind, with a Chinese poem written on it.

——"I was worried that being sentimental would damage my Buddhist practice, and I was afraid of leaving the city when I went into the mountains."

——"How can one achieve the best of both worlds, not disappointing the Tathagata and not disappointing you?"

Drops of blood-red tears slid down.

Qingji's hands were shaking as she held the paper. She was mumbling the poem that Anzhen had left for her before he passed away. She was choking with sobs and unable to speak. Her demonic aura gradually faded away, and her dark green snake scales gradually turned into crystal white. In just a few breaths, Qingji turned into a white snake. She slowly, carefully, and tenderly wrapped around Anzhen's body, mumbling, "If you are no longer in this world, what's the point of me living alone?"

Wisps of deep blue flames emerged.

The flames quickly rose up and engulfed Anzhen and Qingji. The two of them died in front of the big bell as the flames dissipated.

"Thanks."

Accompanied by a faint sound of thanks, Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes.

“It’s finally out!”

Su Ziyu was stunned. He looked at the palm of his hand, where a strange bead was lying quietly.

——"The Principle of Anzhen [Legend]."

at the same time.

Somewhere in the forest, a somewhat panicked voice sounded: "Oh no! He's awake! Qingji should be waking up soon too!"

"I have to run fast!"

"Otherwise he will definitely fight me to death!"

"Old fox!"

"You've really hurt me this time! This real dream has actually ruined my hundred years of cultivation!"

"No! It looks like I can't stay here anymore! I'd better go to Ryukyu!"

Mount Fuji.

In a dense and isolated forest, in a temple that had burned down and turned into ruins, a hurried and worried female voice suddenly came.

"Anzhen!?"

A long, narrow white snake tail flashed through the ruins of the temple and then disappeared into the lush forest.

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