Chapter 0111 Obey Your Order
Not knowing how long had passed, Mi Jing turned his head to look at the dried-up inkstone, then looked at Qu Yunmie who was still full of energy.
Mi Jing: “…”
He took a light breath through his nose, and then slowly exhaled, his shoulders slumped. …
I don't know how much time had passed, but this time not only was the inkstone dry, but even the candle was half burned. Mi Jing was a serious person, and even if eight out of ten sentences Qu Yunmie said were meaningless nonsense, he would listen carefully. But he was very tired recently, working non-stop during the day and thinking about many things at night. He hadn't slept a full night for several days in a row.
Mi Jing's hands stopped twisting the rosary, and his eyelids slowly drooped. Just when he was about to close his eyelids, he heard Qu Yunmie ask him a question.
Mi Jing woke up instantly. He raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite him, as if he had not dozed off at all.
In fact, he had no idea what Qu Yunmie had asked, but Qu Yunmie was looking at him with a raised eyebrow: "Does Buddhist feel that this is inappropriate?"
“…”
Mi Jing considered Qu Yunmie's expression at the moment and felt that Qu Yunmie was mocking him. Mi Jing roughly understood.
He replied calmly, "I didn't mean that."
The sarcastic smile on Qu Yunmie's face disappeared without a trace. He looked at Mi Jing in disbelief, then stood up suddenly: "You don't have such intention?! Making a man a consort is the most ridiculous thing in the world, and you don't have such intention?! Ha, I can't believe that a dignified Buddhist can have such a dirty mind!"
Mi Jing: “…………”
This time he really showed a helpless expression, not only because he misjudged the situation, but also because of Qu Yunmie's exaggerated attitude.
Opening his mouth, Mi Jing couldn't help but quietly defend himself: "Whether a woman is a concubine or a man is a concubine, this is a matter of the secular world. Desire arises from love, and desire breaks the precepts. Mi Jing is a monk, and has long been away from the seven emotions and six desires. Although I can understand the king's anger, I can't empathize with him. According to Buddhist principles, men and women are all illusions. Staying away from desires and practicing in the world is the only way to escape suffering."
At the end of the explanation, Mi Jing also added some personal opinions, but unfortunately, Qu Yunmie didn't understand it at all.
Not only did he not understand, he also misheard.
Sitting down thoughtfully, he looked at Mi Jing and said after a while: "You mean, in the eyes of you monks, men and women are the same, so whether it is a male concubine or a female concubine, you can accept it."
Mi Jing: “…”
No, that's not what I meant.
But Qu Yunmie already thought so. Just now he was at most incredulous. This time, the way he looked at Mi Jing was as if he was looking at another alien.
Mi Jing could even read a word from his eyes.
——I never thought you were such monks!
Mi Jing: “…………”Really?
It's obviously you who gets so angry when hearing a crazy person say something crazy, but I'm the one with a dirty mind and dirty thoughts? ?
Is there any justice left?!
Qu Yunmie was the only one who could make Mi Jing so angry. Fortunately, he did not take advantage of the situation, otherwise Mi Jing's years of self-cultivation would have been ruined.
After looking down on Mi Jing for a while, Qu Yunmie stopped talking. He lowered his eyes and no one knew what he was thinking. Mi Jing was awakened by his anger and temporarily lost his sleepiness. He continued to silently twist his rosary beads and apologized to the Buddha in his heart.
He almost broke the precept of anger by accident. Although no one knew about it, Mi Jing still decided to copy the scripture a hundred times to punish himself.
As the instigator, Qu Yunmie was unaware of this. After a while, he suddenly asked Mi Jing: "You have been to the Western Regions and Tianzhu. Outside the Central Plains... there are also people who have male concubines... and men...?"
He spoke these words haltingly, and Mi Jing looked into his eyes and realized that he really wanted to know the answer.
It was as if all the anger and venting just now were a prelude to this sentence, not only for others to hear, but also for himself to see.
Mi Jing: “…”
Mi Jing suddenly realized something.
He was unwilling to get involved between Qu Yunmie and Xiao Rong, but after Qu Yunmie's sudden intrusion again and again, he was inadvertently dragged into it.
Mi Jing paused in twirling his rosary beads, and raised his head with a mixed expression. He found that after he had not answered for a long time, Qu Yunmie had gradually narrowed his eyes.
"Why don't you speak?"
Mi Jing: “…”
"Yes is yes, no is no. What kind of answer is silence?"
Mi Jing: “…”
Qu Yunmie suddenly leaned back a little, and he looked Mi Jing up and down, his eyes becoming sharper and sharper: "Does this question of mine make you so embarrassed?"
Mi Jing: “…………”
Just now Mi Jing didn't know how to answer, and now he didn't know even more how to answer. He was a person who lived apart from the world, and he really didn't want to indirectly or directly affect the relationship between the other two people.
There were many things he wanted to do in this world, and gossip was not one of them.
Qu Yunmie stared at him for a while, and just when Mi Jing was so distressed that even the hair on his head began to grow faster, Qu Yunmie suddenly snorted coldly, turned his head and looked to the other side of the room.
Qu Yunmie: "I am not the frog in the well you imagine. I have been to Jinling and have seen everything I should and shouldn't see."
Mi Jing was stunned for a moment, and he also remembered some things during the Chang'an period. Emperor Guangjia was the most lustful emperor even among the emperors, and the atmosphere of the aristocratic family has always been like this, decadent and absurd. This year, Mi Jing is in his twenties, and he can still fascinate many people. When he was not ordained, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was even more popular in the eyes of those aristocratic people with big brains.
But Mi Jing was born into a noble family and was protected by the abbot, so no one could really do anything to him. At most, they could annoy him with words and disgusting looks. At that time, Mi Jing was not as calm as he is now. As a teenager, even if he read scriptures every day, his heart was still full of blood. He was very angry and didn't understand how there could be such a disgusting person in the world. The abbot told him that there are all kinds of people in this world, thousands of people with thousands of faces, hundreds of ordinary people, and you will see more in the future.
Mi Jing recalled something that Xiao Rong had once told him as a joke. Qu Yunmie's niece once said that Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie looked alike. Admittedly, there was no similarity at all now, but beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin. People always saw Qu Yunmie's armor and his Xueyinchou Spear, which had taken countless lives, first, and then they noticed that Qu Yunmie was also a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and handsome looks. If he were shorter and more immature, he might really look like Xiao Rong now.
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