What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Chapter 24

"homework……?"

Xue Qing was taken aback.

He didn't expect Fa Hai to be serious.

Do you really want to test his homework?

"En." Fa Hai responded lightly, placed the scriptures in front of Xue Qing and spread them out, pointing out a section of them, "This section."

Xue Qing leaned over to take a look, but before he could read the words in the book carefully, his eyes dazzled.

This word...he didn't think about it.

Fa Hai let go of Xue Qing's ankle.

Xue Qing immediately retracted her legs, and shrank her whole body to the other end of the bed, far away from Fa Hai, as if Fa Hai on the other side was some kind of monster.

But the feeling of being held on the ankle is still there, as if the handprint has taken root on it.

Xue Qing moved his ankle unnaturally.

"I don't know." He was very honest, "I don't practice Buddhism, why should I read these Buddhist scriptures?"

"Studying Buddhist scriptures can calm one's mind and bring about many benefits."

"But you can't force what you do." Xue Qing threw the scriptures back to Fa Hai, "Don't the Buddhists understand the truth that you can't force others to do what is difficult for you?"

He's not that little beanie of A Le.

Fa Hai is not his master either.

"Now I'm not afraid anymore." Fa Hai didn't say anything, just said this sentence inexplicably, got up and put the scriptures on the table, and put them together with the stack of scriptures.

Xue Qing didn't understand right away, and only reacted later.

What, he wasn't very afraid of Fahai at first.

But it is true, I guess I have been in contact with Fa Hai a lot, and I always feel...he is not as scary as I imagined.

After all, Fahai didn't really hurt him, on the contrary, he saved him many times.

Maybe...Fahai really won't treat him and his sister like the legend?

And, at least the ones he met were not exactly the same as the ones in the legend.

Maybe, is it really just a coincidence?

Just as he was thinking, he glanced at Fa Hai standing by the table.

Why hasn't this monk left yet?

However, Xue Qing is not such an unkind person to drive people away as soon as he is cured.

It's just that he always feels a little uncomfortable when only he and Fa Hai are in the same room.

The presence of the other person was too strong for Xue Qing to ignore.

It was like a fierce tiger surrounded him, even if he lay down quietly, he still couldn't help drawing people's attention.

Xue Qing decided to make a false show of politeness, so that Fa Hai would know that it was time for him to leave.

He lifted his clothes and got off the bed, and sat on the stool in front of the table.

Very politely, as if just remembering, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, then pushed towards Fa Hai.

Seeing his movements, Fa Hai slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise, and sat down.

After taking the cup of tea that was poured casually, Fa Hai took a few sips and put down the teacup, "Why do you think of entertaining guests now?"

Xue Qing smiled hypocritically at him, as if thinking: "I just feel a little tired and want to rest."

The implication is that you can drink your tea, and you can leave.

Seeing his straightforward appearance, his indifferent phoenix eyes could easily see through Xue Qing's thoughts.

Fa Hai stood up, apparently ready to leave.

But Xue Qing stopped him again, "Wait, drink that tea first."

He suddenly thought of the ghost judge asking him to repay his favor in his dream.

And Fa Hai did help him a lot, thinking about it this way, Xue Qing felt a little ashamed.

Now pouring water for Fa Hai's tea, it should be regarded as a little repayment, a little bit of karma, right...?

So Xue Qing reached out to pick up the pastry that A Le dropped on the table in front of him, and asked enthusiastically, "Do you want to have a bite of pastry before leaving?"

The phoenix eyes stared at the pastry in Xue Qing's hand, "Ah Le brought it?"

Xue Qing nodded, thinking that Fa Hai must have disliked the pastry for leaving it on the table.

But the table was very clean, Xue Qing didn't mind much, and was about to withdraw his hand and eat by himself.

He saw the blood-red cinnabar mole approaching.

The sandalwood fragrance fills the tip of the nose.

Fahai took the pastry.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

Eat that piece of pastry slowly, bit by bit.

After eating, he wiped off his knuckles with pastry crumbs with a towel, and moved slowly.

His face remained motionless, but his appearance was gentle and elegant, with incomparable dignity.

He recited a Buddhist gatha softly and thanked him, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Yu Yi, let me go out quickly, I'm going to see my father!"

Ning Wuyang slapped his locked door and shouted at Yu Yi who was standing outside the door.

"Master, the prince told you to calm down inside for a day." Yu Yi was like an immobile statue standing outside the door, even though there was a door, he was still extremely respectful.

This time the master really annoyed the old prince, the prince spoke, and the son was confined in the room to think about his mistakes.

However, the old prince still loves his son eagerly, and only allowed the son to be grounded for one day.

"Whose slave are you?" Ning Wuyang slammed his fist on the wooden door so hard that the door was shaken.

Looking at his red knuckles from being smashed, Ning Wuyang only had deep dissatisfaction and stormy anger in his eyes.

Why!Why do you have to stop him?

His father has always loved him the most, and he can get whatever he wants, but he always obstructs him when it comes to Fahai.

Yesterday he heard that the person who was temporarily staying in Lingyin Temple was healed by Fa Hai himself, so he clamored to tell his father today that he would go to Lingyin Temple to recuperate for a few days.

But the father refused him directly before he finished listening.

"Don't get too close to Fa Hai." His father, who always loved him, warned in a calm voice.

He was then grounded for reflection.

This is not what annoyed Ning Wuyang the most, he just hated that his hidden guard said he was his subordinate, but still obeyed his father's order and locked him in the room.

Instead, he looked like a poor man with no power and power.

One word can make him lose all power.

"It belongs to the master." Yu Yi's expression was dull, his throat hard.

"I am the master's dog."

"You better understand!" There was another bang in the room, probably Ning Wuyang swept the things on the table to the ground.

Yu Yi remained motionless, standing silently outside the door.

Everyone said that Prince Ning's son was born with the appearance of an early death.

They were all waiting in the dark for the fall of King Ning's lineage.

How could Ning Wuyang make them happy!

No matter what, he will hold on.

He was originally handsome, but now his face was gloomy, revealing his majestic aura of prince and marquis.

Ning Wuyang smashed everything, seeing the beautiful and exquisite handicraft being smashed by him, he still felt very unhappy.

He wants to sit on the highest position!

The emotional ups and downs were so violent that his breathing became short of breath.

The coughing attack occurred at this moment, and Ning Wuyang gasped for breath with difficulty, and coughed uncontrollably between panting.

A strange and distorted smile filled the gradually flushed face due to lack of oxygen.

He smashed the porcelain bottle containing the medicine in his sleeve.

In the double image in front of his eyes, Ning Wuyang saw in a trance that the door was broken open and someone rushed over.

There were cries that couldn't stop ringing in my ears.

It's like the resentment that has been soaked in thousands of years.

Greed, ignorance, hatred, anger.

It's all in place at this moment.

Amid endless crying and angry laughter, Xue Qing opened his eyes.

It was pitch black.

The air was humid, like it was going to rain.

This is not his meditation room.

Isn't he already asleep?

How could he run to this unknown place.

Could it be that... this is just a dream again?

Eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.

Xue Qingcai saw countless tree shadows, twisted branches like separate bodies.

In the dark night with teeth and claws.

The lush canopy spread out, forming a huge black shadow, like dark clouds, covering the shimmering sky one by one.

Darkness that obscures the sky.

And right now, he was sleeping on a huge rock.

The surface of this stone is smooth and smooth, it doesn't seem to be natural, but it seems to be artificially sharpened.

Xue Qing got up slowly and got off the boulder.

The foot stepped on the soft soil and sank slightly.

This soil...

Xue Qing leaned over and dug a little with his hand, then twisted it with his fingertips in the palm of his hand.

The palms were wet.

Abnormally soft and moist.

It's just that it hasn't rained in the past few days, so why is the soil in this place still so wet.

Finally, a small dot of light appeared in the dark night.

It's a little firefly.

If Xue Qing remembered correctly, fireflies mostly appeared during the hot summer, but it's not summer yet.

Why did a single firefly appear in this forest?

Everywhere is weird.

When Xue Qing was puzzled, the firefly flew close to his palm that was still holding the soil.

With this faint light, Xue Qing finally saw clearly.

He was so frightened that he threw the soil to the ground, and the fireflies were also frightened and flew away, turning off their own light.

Back to black again.

Xue Qing kept wiping her palms with the hem of her skirt.

But his heart was beating violently, and his mind couldn't help recalling the scene he had seen before.

The soil in his hands was a moist dark color, and his palms were stained with dampness.

It is dark red liquid.

Thick as blood.

The branches began to wave ferociously, roaring in the strong wind.

The sky is changing so fast.

The soil is so dark in color, I don’t know how much it has been soaked... and how long it has been soaked...

Xue Qing told himself that it was not blood.

Ke Xin seemed to have fallen into a black hole and kept falling.

There was a sudden torrential rain in the forest.

The bean-sized raindrops fell straight down, hurting people's skin and flesh.

Even the black-and-blue-striped butterflies flew by and hid.

What Xue Qing wished for was to wash off the strange thing he got on.

Anyway, he had to find a way to find it out.

Xue Qing got up slowly, supported the rock to stand firm, and walked forward on the muddy soil.

Thinking of the red liquid that was suspected to be blood, Xue Qing hated it, but he had to touch the soil.

A thunderbolt exploded, and the lightning tore the night.

The boulder he supported was densely covered with maroon incantations.

On the white boulder, the red is particularly eye-catching.

It immediately attracted Xue Qing's attention.

The boulder is smooth, it should not be engraved, but it seems to have been written with an indelible spell.

Like some kind of small altar.

What are these things! ?

Xue Qing couldn't identify it, but his intuition told him that it was not easy.

The torrential rain almost washed him into the soil together.

Xue Qing couldn't help thinking.

He didn't know when before, so he didn't realize it.

He fell asleep soundly on the boulder surrounded by blood with blood-colored incantations written on it.

Chill climbed into the heart.

Xue Qing turned around and ran into the rain.

It rained heavily that night.

The monks in Lingyin Temple fell asleep early to the sound of rain.

"Knock, knock—" There was a knock on the door of a meditation room that was still lit.

The red-robed monk who was about to fall asleep opened the door.

Outside the door, there was a strong wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

There was a woman in Tsing Yi standing at the door, with her black hair sticking wet to her face, holding her skirt.

The clothes were soaked and stuck to the body, still dripping water.

The white light of lightning split the night again and again, illuminating the woman's face.

She is extremely beautiful, but those almond eyes filled with water are innocent and pitiful.

"Hi...can you show me the way?"

"I seem to be lost."

"she says.