There is no Buddha in his heart, only her.

"Bang--"

Wen Shu dragged Xu You to the unoccupied Buddha Hall next door and closed the door behind him.

The large Buddha Hall, the Buddha on the platform of the lowered eyebrows, the face of compassion, incense burning, smoke, several rows of candles burning, candlelight bright as the Buddha's light shines.

The only one who is out of place here is Wen Ji, who is like a man possessed, with eyes that are as deep and sunken as pools of water.

The scrutinizing gaze almost materialized, Xu You took two uncomfortable steps back, "Wen ...... Master?"

"How do you know about Shunping Village?"

His cold voice echoed in the empty Buddha Hall, word by word with clear bite, like a jade bead falling on the ice, so good that it is chilling.

Xu You neighed, "I ......"

He smiled suddenly, the corners of his lips hooked, revealing white teeth as he approached Xu You step by step, "And how do you know Yier Li?"

Xu You can't explain it at all, she is not famous in Jianan City, but many people know where she came from, it can't be faked, and her hometown is 18,000 miles away from Shunping Village, the ancient people's information transportation is closed, according to the original body, it is impossible for her to know Shunping Village, and even more so, she couldn't know Yier Li, who was the first person to come to Shunping Village. Li.

"Listen to me," Xu You said, racking his brains, "I have a sister from my hometown who married into Shunping Village, and I know of this village, and when she came back to the village, she talked about the village, and Yier Li was something she mentioned. Yier Li is the name she mentioned."

A moment of silence.

Her wrists were fiercely clenched by Wen Ji, his lacquered eyes heavy, as if covered with a layer of black fog, can not be melted but also can not be set aside, so this dead staring at her.

Seeing that he was not in the right state and was truly possessed, Xu You could not help but feel his back hairy and his scalp tingling.

Wen Ji let out a light snort and his tone was cold, "Then how do you know that blind woman?"

Xu You opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Ben was lying, and the lie was wrong as soon as it was lifted.

He then asked, "And why did you say she looked familiar and why did you ask her about Yier Li's current status?"

Xu You bite tightly on the lower lip, no longer say anything, she has seen the warm and gentle as jade Wen Ji, has seen Li Zhu not folded Wen Ji, has seen the indifferent do not care about the appearance of him, but also seen the embarrassment to live with him.

What he looks like, she has seen, only have not seen this kind of clear and handsome all gone, only left in the eyes of the crazy Wen Ji.

"Are you lying to her," Winking Art curved into an arc of laughter, "or are you lying to me?"

"I... I... Wenjiao you let go first-" Xu You kept backing up, his backside already hitting the offering table in front of the Buddha statue.

Wen Ji bulldozed and pressed closer, the distance between the two was instantly shortened, the line of sight was close, the tips of their noses nearly touched, and in the reflection of the candlelight, they were able to see themselves in each other's eyes.

"You're it, you're it, it's it ......"

He murmured like a madman, his tail end trembling, like a starving ghost that had crawled out of the infernal hell and lost its mind.

"It is also you," said Wen Ji, "you often come to my dream, but this year is not come, so you really came to me."

He raised his left hand to show her, "Do you know this string of Buddha beads?"

Xu You of course knew, let this string of wooden Buddha beads never left Wen Ji's hand, some of the lines on it had been smoothed out, which could be seen from the long time of use.

"The beads are yours." He eyed her greedily, not sparing her any look.

Xu You froze slightly, "It's me?"

Wen Ji crushed two of the beads, revealing a fine white powder inside that leaked from his fingertips.

He hung his head, his lips falling falsely on her ear as he lowered his voice, "These are the cat's ashes."

Xu You's eyes widened incredulously.

Crazy! Wen Ji is really crazy!

He's a madman, what with his apparent good looks, he's a complete madman when you take away his skin.

Having lost his blood relatives and been ostracized by everyone since he was a child, he naturally had no one to teach him what was right and what was wrong, what was the right path and what was lost, and following his instinctive desires, he only knew what he wanted.

Xu You was forced to literally explode his scalp, and tried to escape from his right side, but he pressed his body ahead to restrain him, and was completely and utterly pinned down on the offering table.

"Bam--" The fruit and pastries and other offerings on the offering table all fell to the ground with a jumble of loud noises that quickly returned to calm.

"Why run away?" His eyes were filled with paranoid lust, "Didn't you come for me?"

He had a clear perception that Xu You was here for him.

He was abandoned by all, rejected by the world, and she was the only one who wanted him, twice and thrice, and whether cat or human, she came for him and him alone.

The realization made the veins in his body swell with excitement, made him shudder, and like a gale that lifted a three-foot-high wave to drown his reason, he even wanted her to--

Cut his flesh, touch his heart, and better yet, drink his blood.

Let them become a pile of white bones and a puddle of blood and bone, no longer able to separate you and me from each other.

Xu You didn't know what Wen Ji was thinking, because of the close proximity of his body, she could feel his taut body trembling slightly, as if he was restraining and repressing something, and coupled with his sly and frightening look, she genuinely panicked a little.

"Smell--"

Before the second word could be uttered, slightly cool thin lips covered it.

Extremely aggressive, he directly pried open her lips and teeth, sweeping the air inside her mouth, touching with her soft tongue, lips and tongue rubbing, breath entwined, calling the blushing sound of water in the quiet Buddhist hall softly.

His left hand rubbed over her delicate neck and white earlobes, finally resting on her brow and cheeks, and the string of gray Buddha beads gently scraped over those areas.

Feeling the burn of his breath, Xu You opens her eyes to look at him and sees the emotions churning in the inky eyes near her, like a raging storm on a raging sea.

Going crazy.

What drove Xu You crazy was that she sensed Wen Ji's reaction at the moment.

However, the most fatal part was that when she raised her eyes, she saw the Buddha statue above her head, the golden statue with its eyes downcast as if it was watching their every move.

Such a sacred place cannot be tainted, and Wen Ji is half a monk.

Sin sin sin.

But the more she struggled, the more frantic Wen Ji became.

"Well..."

Her head felt a little sluggish from lack of oxygen, her tongue was numb, and she couldn't even tell whose mouth had been bitten through the skin, and the taste of blood filled both of their mouths.

"Oooooh..."

Xu You's nerves were stretched excessively tight, before she was nervous about Wen Ji discovering her identity, and then she was frightened by his bewildered and insane appearance, and now that she couldn't break free, she was forced out of her tears in a raw manner.

Winking Art smiled instead, the reddened tails of his eyes going up, wiping the corners of her eyes with his thumbs and not letting go of her.

He wanted her to remember him, to remember him in her mind, to remember him in her bones, to remember him never again.

Everything about her was his, the kisses too, the tears too.

In contrast to his almost insane eyes, his hands were gentle and loving, caressing the top of her hair to the tips with a soothing touch, patient and meticulous.

"Don't be afraid to leave it to me," he whispered, "huh?"

Candlelight gave the side of his face a layer of hazy and warm yellow halo, his light-colored thin lips were now moist and crimson, gently hooked, demonic and beautiful.

His scent of sandalwood and green bamboo lingered in his nose, and Xu You reacted sluggishly, just about to open his mouth to say something.

At that very moment, the knock on the door rang out - "Knock knock," said the monk outside, "Is there anyone inside, why did you drop the lock, I was summoned by the master to clean the Buddha Hall, and I hope that the master who is resting here will open the door, please forgive me for the much disturbed ."

"Hurry! Get up!" Confused by the beauty of Xu You, he woke up with a start, his heart beating wildly in fear.

Winking Art got up and unhurriedly straightened her hair and dress, taking a scroll of scripture from a sideboard before going to open the door.

The monk outside the door looked in, saw the scriptures in Wen Ji's hands, and saw the offerings falling to the ground and Xu You's cheeks red, so he asked curiously, "Eh? Master Wen Ji, what are you doing?"

"Explain the scriptures." Smell's breath was unruffled.

"This, this way." He was only a small monk, and could only admire Wen Ji from afar on weekdays, under Wen Ji's glowing cold gaze, he didn't dare to ask anything more, and hurriedly lowered his head to not look any further.

"Many thanks for explaining the scriptures, Master," Xu You hastened to go along with the steps, "I will go ahead and go back for some enlightenment."

Without waiting for Wen Ji's reply, Xu You quickly left the hall and walked out of Sunwonji Temple.

All the way to the north wind on the face, the heat on her cheeks remained unabated, she simply did not expect Wen Ji would be such a reaction, just look at his look, and thought that he regarded her as a demonic sneak, and wanted to overtake her to the afterlife in the Buddha Hall.

What's more, I didn't expect him to seem like he was going to eat her alive.

The ups and downs were coming too fast and she needed to go back and calm down.

And this side, wen jutsu standing quietly outside the Buddha Hall, has resumed the usual cold and calm demeanor, only vision has been fixed in the direction of her departure, left hand gently turning the Buddha beads.

--

"Knock knock--"

Master Xuan Jing stopped chanting and striking the chimes and opened his eyes, "Please come in."

Wen Ji walked in slowly and knelt on the futon opposite Master Xuan Jing.

Master Xuanjing: "What is the matter?"

"Thanks to the master's care over the past few years, disciple Wen Ji has decided to return to the world."

"Can you think it over?"

"Yes."

"I promised you back then that if you entered the Sect of Sunwonji Temple, you could return to secularism in the future," said Master Xuanjing, "Now that you have thought it over, you can return to secularism, and if you need to, you can come back to listen to the Sutra teachings."

Wen Ji bowed, "Thank you, Master."

"If there is Buddha in your heart, you can still cultivate Buddha wherever you go, if there is no Buddha in your heart, you can't cultivate in a Buddhist temple," Master Xuan Jing looked at him with his eyes downcast and sighed softly, "Wen Shu, you are gifted, but you don't have Buddha in your heart."

It took Master Xuanjing half a lifetime of his remaining life to meet someone as penetrating and intelligent as this, and it is easiest for such a person to get lost in the devil and to submerge in the Buddha's cultivation.

When he first brought Wen Shu back, he left no stone unturned to teach him, in the hope that Wen Shu would one day be able to break through the troubles of the red world and realize the Buddha's teachings, and inherit his mantle to carry forward the Buddha's teachings.

Unfortunately, it's not that he can't break through the troubles of the red world, but that he has voluntarily made a cocoon that binds his heart.

Wen Ji lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the Buddha beads in his hands, even this string of Buddha beads that he carried with him contained her, how could he have Buddha in his heart?

He could not reach the other shore of the Buddha's kingdom, much less become a Buddha, but had to struggle with all living beings in the sea of suffering, in the boundless sea of darkness, even if he drowned in the water, he had to hold up the small white flower in his hand.

It was the only solid color in his heart.

He has no Buddha in his heart, only her.