sinovels Chapter 163: Lotus Terrace Part 8
Chapter 163: Lotus Terrace Part 8
Gray Wolf fell into a coma for about a day, and just woke up, he struggled to get up, but couldn't.
Now his limbs are all human limbs, but the other parts are in their original shape, his body is very uncoordinated, he cannot stand up.
He instinctively let out a "wow", only then did he realize that the two were still in the middle of the room, one was drinking a bowl of purple rice porridge, and the other was flipping through an old scripture.
Hearing his "owwow", Feng Rugui, who was drinking the purple rice porridge, put down his spoon, reached out and rubbed the fur on his forehead, and said, "Are you okay?"
He couldn't utter human words for a while, so he could only let out another "owwow".
His human body has a dignified and benevolent appearance, but his real appearance is like a wronged wolf cub, but he is clearly an adult wolf.
Feng Rugui didn't realize that his heart softened, so he took some breath with him.
Even though Feng Rugui has cultivated a physical body, he is still a thousand-year-old evil spirit in essence. He shouldn't have spent his inner breath with Gray Wolf.
Gray Wolf suddenly felt his dry dantian fill up again, and in a short while, he successfully transformed into a human body.
He subconsciously groaned while touching his face.
Realizing that there was no longer any wolf hair on his face, he opened his mouth to apologize: "Thank you for this benefactor."
"You're welcome." Feng Rugui continued to drink the purple rice porridge, the aroma of the purple rice porridge was enticing, causing the living Bodhisattva who hadn't eaten for a long time to groan.
Feng Rugui laughed: "If you don't dislike it, I'll let you have this purple rice porridge."
"Is it true?" In the living Bodhisattva's five hundred years of life, only his parents have treated him kindly, and receiving this bowl of purple rice porridge directly warmed his heart.
Before he could pick up the spoon, Jiang Wuqi, who was flipping through the scriptures, delivered another spoon to him.
He didn't feel that there was anything wrong, took the spoon from Jiang Wuqi's hand, and drank the purple rice porridge contentedly. The purple rice porridge was still warm, and the ironing made his covered fur warm.
Feng Rugui looked at the living Bodhisattva eating porridge, and felt disappointed. The wolf is a carnivorous beast, but it was ordained to save its mother, so it could no longer eat meat.
He sighed inwardly, then walked around behind Jiang Wuqi, put one hand on Jiang Wuqi's left shoulder, and the other hand caressed Jiang Wuqi's throat, and immediately put a little bit of Jiang Wuqi's earlobe in his mouth and said: "Did what you did just because you were jealous?"
Jiang Wuqi was still holding the scriptures, and suddenly the scorching breath penetrated into his ear holes, so he turned his head to look at Feng as if at home.
There was a narrow smile on the corner of Feng Rugui's lips, seeing Jiang Wuqi looking back, he wiped Jiang Wuqi's lips heavily with his fingertips.
His lips were as hot as ear holes in an instant, Jiang Wuqi recited the formula of concentration and concentration, and then said frankly: "It is true."
Feng Rugui pursed his lips and smiled, took Jiang Wuqi's hand, and said to the living Bodhisattva, "You can't go out, what do you want to eat, let's go out and buy it for you."
"Is it possible?" The Living Bodhisattva touched his not-so-full stomach, and hurriedly took out a piece of silver from his bosom, "Please trouble the two benefactors, the poor monk is not picky about food, as long as the stomach is full."
Feng Rugui collected the broken silver and went out with Jiang Wuqi.
They bought some food at random, and it took only a cup of tea before they returned to the inner room.
The Living Bodhisattva had already finished the purple rice porridge, and when he heard the movement, he immediately looked at them, like wolf cubs eagerly waiting to be fed.
If he hadn't exhausted his demon power for his mother, he would have lived for many years as half man, half wolf.
Feng Rugui put the steamed dumplings with cabbage and shiitake mushrooms, fried noodles with seasonal vegetables, brown sugar rice cakes and the rest of the copper coins on the table, and kept an egg pancake with shredded shallot and radish for himself.
The Living Bodhisattva thanked Feng as if returning home, and then sat down at the table and began to gobble it up.
Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi were standing behind the living Bodhisattva, so Feng Rugui was eating egg pancakes with shredded shallots and radishes, while walking around Jiang Wuqi's body with his free right hand.
As soon as Jiang Wuqi grabbed Feng Rugui's right hand, Feng Rugui pursed his mouth and looked at him with those shimmering willow leaves.
Jiang Wuqi had no choice but to let Feng Rugui play tricks on him.
The Living Bodhisattva finished his three meals, thanked the two of them, and said wearily: "The poor monk must rest for a while."
This room is usually used for conversations with believers. Although it is an inner room, it is actually equivalent to a main room compared to the lecture hall. There are two bedrooms in the inner room. One is owned by the living Bodhisattva and the other Just in case, it is prepared for believers who have a sudden emergency.
The Living Bodhisattva went into the bedroom, while Feng Rugui took Jiang Wuqi and sat in the sun, calmly eating the remaining egg pancakes with shredded shallots and radishes.
After the whole shallot and radish omelette fell into his stomach, Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's wrist and went to another bedroom.
Jiang Wuqi took off his outer shirt and laid it flat on the bed, then went to the bed together with Feng Rugui, he couldn't help secretly guessing what Feng Rugui might do to him, but Feng Rugui just obediently lay on top of him take a nap.
After a long while, Feng Rugui's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was steady, and because of his deep sleep, his face showed a little blush.
Jiang Wuqi's gaze couldn't help but stick to Feng Rugui's lips, and he couldn't help kissing, reflecting in his heart that he was becoming more and more unable to suppress Qi Nian, and as soon as he was alone with Feng Rugui, he wanted to be with Feng Rugui. Feng is as close as home.
He kissed Feng Rugui's cheeks, neck and collarbone delicately before closing his eyes.
The two of them were afraid that the living Bodhisattva would be ill, so they stayed with the living Bodhisattva all the time.
The Living Bodhisattva has not been accompanied by anyone for a long time, and even though he is unwell, he still smiles all day long.
As the days passed, it was the first day of the new year again. The spring outside was getting stronger and the chill subsided.
Feng Rugui moved the low stool out of the inner room, bathed in the morning light, dangling his feet, waiting for Jiang Wuqi to buy him breakfast.
But the Living Bodhisattva used to live in the mountain, so he went back to the mountain according to the original route, and taught scriptures from the mountain.
After a while, Jiang Wuqi bought three minced meat vermicelli buns, a basket of shiitake mushroom and green vegetable buns, a bowl of rice, and a rice cake with pickled vegetables and spring bamboo shoots in pork shredded soup.
Among them, the mushroom and vegetable buns and the rice were bought by Jiang Wuqi for himself.
He moved out a short table, put all the food away, and in the blink of an eye, a bag of mushrooms and vegetables had arrived in Feng Rugui's mouth.
Feng Rugui ate the bag with mushrooms and vegetables, and nodded repeatedly: "It's very delicious."
Jiang Wuqi was puzzled and said: "As home, don't you like to eat meat? Why do you want to eat mushrooms and vegetables first?"
Feng Rugui took it for granted: "Because you prepared this mushroom and vegetable bun for yourself, so I will grab it first."
An idea popped up in Jiang Wuqi's mind for no reason, and he asked, "Is it because you are happy with poverty?"
Feng Rugui was tricked by Jiang Wuqi, who was always puzzled, and snatched Jiang Wuqi's bag of mushrooms and vegetables, held it in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Actually, I ate too much meat and wanted a change. "
Jiang Wuqi ate the rice, and said, "So it turns out that the poor are thinking too much?"
Seeing the sudden loneliness on Jiang Wuqi's face that maybe even he hadn't noticed, Feng Rugui leaned closer, pressed his lips to Jiang Wuqi's right eyelid and said, "Wuqi, I was lying just now..."
He paused, and suddenly mentioned the previous incident: "Don't forget to treat yourself as a vulgar person, and show yourself to me."
Jiang Wuqi's ears turned red, and he didn't know how to answer the words, but he could smell it like home and exhale like blue: "At that time, I will swallow all the things that come out of your body, and the taste of that thing is far better than this mushroom. Vegetable buns."
Feng Rugui teased Jiang Wuqi for a while, then sat upright and went to eat the rice cake with pickled vegetables, spring bamboo shoots and shredded pork in soup, it seemed that someone else teased Jiang Wuqi just now.
Jiang Wuqi was about to speak, but he saw the living Bodhisattva came back, surrounded by only three believers, it was extremely deserted, without the same presence as when he and Feng Rugui first met the living Bodhisattva.
The Living Bodhisattva looked as usual, his complexion was much paler than before. After entering the lecture hall, he began to lecture.
Feng Rugui really wasn't interested in listening to the scriptures, so he ate his spring bamboo shoots with pickled vegetables and shredded pork soup rice cakes by himself.
Jiang Wuqi was also eating his mushroom and vegetable buns and rice.
The two of them ate separately, but the Sutra of the Living Bodhisattva had not yet finished speaking. After the sutra was finished, the Living Bodhisattva went into the inner room, but only one of the five believers went to the inner room, but he didn't even have a copper plate of incense money. Willing to donate.
Seeing this, Feng Rugui felt aggrieved, picked up the greased paper bag in his hand that was used to hold buns, and threw it at the believer.
The believer felt a pain in his back, looked around, but found nothing unusual, and was about to walk in, but his knees were hit by two spoons.
He knelt down in pain, and the porcelain spoon fell to the ground, and it was extremely stable, like two pieces of goose feathers.
He thought it was the ghost of the living Bodhisattva, and cursed: "You fake Bodhisattva, it is your honor for me to ask you, but you are an insatiable greedy person. You have obtained our hard-earned money for nothing, and you are not enough. No?"
When his words fell to the ground, his whole body flew into the air and flew straight out of the lecture hall. With his hands on the ground, he stood up with all his strength, and wanted to go to the lecture hall to seek justice, but he couldn't enter the lecture hall no matter what. Don't step up.
The living Bodhisattva had a glimpse of the situation outside, came out of the lecture hall, and said as if returning home: "It is one thing for a poor monk to do one more good deed. After all, the poor monk's life is approaching, so why should he be a benefactor?"
Feng Rugui couldn't see the slightest negative emotion from the face of the Living Bodhisattva, and he didn't know whether to admire him for his cultivation or his heart to save his mother.
Feng Rugui then smiled and said, "Then what are you doing with such a villain?"
The Living Bodhisattva sighed and stopped speaking.
After about three hours, he was forced to change back to his original form.
This time, the demon pill in his body hurt so badly that it was about to burst, and he knew that he would never return to his human body.
He lay at Feng Rugui's feet, basking in the sun dying.
From time to time, Feng Rugui would run his fingers along his fur, and he would rub Feng Rugui's palm in response, just like a real beast meeting a kind human being.
Soon, the sun went down, and he felt the temperature of the afterglow, and then the night fell suddenly, and the cold air rose again.
He was shivering from the cold, but he didn't have the strength to get up, let alone walk.
He whispered "Aww", carried Feng Rugui into the bedroom, and covered himself with the quilt.
Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi stood by his side, so he also rubbed the hand of Jiang Wuqi who was much more silent than Feng Rugui.
Jiang Wuqi sensed Gray Wolf's kindness, and comforted him, "You have done well enough, and you will surely get what you want."
"Thank you." Gray Wolf said angrily, suddenly a little confused, "After so many years, I don't seem to remember my mother's appearance."
——When Gray Wolf was dying, he forgot for a moment that he had become a monk.
Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui, neither of them knew how to comfort him.
Gray Wolf closed his eyes half-closed, and said suspiciously: "Ordinary people are very strange. At first I clearly emphasized that the clean water can only cure some minor ailments and pains. After curing some people, they actually feel that the clean water is useless. No. In this year, I have actually been unable to use the demonic power anymore, but they still think that I am very effective. But after I was assassinated, my words of efficacy But it ceased to exist in an instant. Mortals are really deceitful and fickle."
His tone became weaker and weaker, if it wasn't for Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi's excellent hearing, he might not be able to hear a word clearly.
Jiang Wuqi said indifferently: "If they believe you, you will be effective in everything; if they don't believe you, you will be useless."
"What you said is true." Gray Wolf's eyes were completely closed, and he rubbed the hands of the two of them again, and said, "The two of you are not extraordinary people, are you?"
Feng Rugui didn't hide it: "I am a 1000-year evil ghost."
Jiang Wuqi also said: "The poor Taoist is actually a Taoist priest."
It's a pity that Gray Wolf passed away before hearing the reply from the two of them.
Gray Wolf's soul floated out of his body, and the body gradually cooled down. When he was young, Black and White Wuchang came to lure his soul into the underworld.
His fur looked shiny and fluffy, he walked up to Feng and Jiang, licked their fingers, and said, "Just leave."
However, his soul was too weak for both of them to feel his licking.
He went back to the underworld with Black and White Wuchang, and saw a person from a distance in front of the Hades Palace, looking left and right, and he recognized that person at once, and that person turned out to be his mother.
He immediately ran towards his mother, and rushed to his mother. The mother squatted down and hugged him in her arms. He rubbed his furry forehead against his mother just like when he was a child, and he was so excited that he said "owoo "endlessly.
He and his mother stayed in the underworld for another year, and his mother went to incarnate him first, and it was his turn after a few years.
This time he voted the way of an animal, the body of a wolf, not half-human, half-wolf.
King Yan thought of his filial piety and made him his mother's child again, but his father didn't know where he went.
He and his mother depended on each other for life, and occasionally went hungry, but he lived happily every day. He ran in the jungle with his mother, played in the stream together, and rolled on the snow field together... One day, he was very bored, With his front paws resting on the tree trunk, Fang was about to climb up to play, when he suddenly saw two people, under a tree not far away, one was wearing a blue shirt, the other was wearing a red dress.
The red-clothed beauty stood on tiptoe and pressed the green-clothed young man's lips, after a while, the green-clothed young man pressed the red-clothed beauty on the tree trunk.
The beauty in red made strange noises from time to time, was she being bullied by the young man in blue?But why did the beauty in red wrap her arms around the young man's waist?
He couldn't help thinking about the extremely difficult question for him: Do human beings like to chew each other's mouths, and do they like to be chewed by each other?
It so happened that at this time, his mother came back from hunting a hare. He shook his fur ears, rubbed his mother's fur, and went home with his mother.
It was good to have his mother by his side.
Ow.