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Text Chapter 633 The Beauty and the Monk

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    The Wuxing Mountain outside the capital city is not too high, but it is dangerous enough.  The mountain is like a sharp sword, standing almost straight.  As Jiang Bin said, there is a very famous temple on this mountain called Huayan Temple.  This temple was built in the fifth year of Zhenghe in the Northern Song Dynasty, and its incense has always been at its peak.  In the third year of Yongle reign of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di personally went to the temple to offer incense and ordered officials to reshape the golden bodies of the Bodhisattvas in the temple.  Sima Xiangxiang came to Huayan Temple with two personal guards and two maids, a total of five people including her.  See the first building of Huayan Temple.  Maybe many people know that there is an abbot in the temple, but they don¡¯t know that there is an abbot in the temple.  The first seat is actually the person who assists the abbot in handling daily affairs.  Sima Xiangxiang expressed to the leader that she wanted to perform a seven-day ritual for her lost parents and was willing to contribute 5,000 taels of sesame oil money.  Logically speaking, a temple as famous as Huayan Temple should not receive any religious services.  And as an outsider, you shouldn't be greedy for money.  But in fact, the reason why a famous temple is so prosperous has little to do with whether there are eminent monks in the temple, but rather with whether it is properly run.  For example, whether the temple is magnificent, whether the Bodhisattva's Dharma is shining with golden light, and whether the monk's cassock is brand new.  And whether they often offer porridge during fasting, donate medicine to doctors, etc.  And all of these require silver to support them.  So when faced with Sima Xiangxiang¡¯s five thousand taels of oil money, maybe the abbot would refuse it.  But as the first one in the temple, Faxin could not refuse.  He just thought about it for a moment, and then agreed to perform the ritual for Sima Xiangxiang.  Because she had to perform rituals for seven days, Fa Xin arranged for Sima Xiangxiang and her bodyguards and maids to live in a guest room in the backyard of the temple.  Sima Xiangxiang arrived at Huayan Temple in the morning. She didn't take a step out of her room for the whole morning.  Fa Xin was slightly relieved to see Sima Xiangxiang so calm. After all, it was always not good to have a woman in the temple.  But when it was almost dusk, Sima Xiangxiang walked out of the room alone.  Naturally, she came to Huayan Temple not to do any rituals, but to visit Yishan Temple in the back of Huayan Temple.  According to Jiang Bin¡¯s description, Sima Xiangxiang walked all the way to the back hill of Huayan Temple.  The road in the back mountain winds up, almost to the top of Wuxing Mountain. Sima Xiangxiang finally saw the legendary Yishan Temple.  After looking at Huayan Temple on the mountainside, and then looking at Yishan Temple on the top of the mountain, I am afraid that most people will involuntarily have the feeling of a wealthy compound facing a shabby thatched hut.  This good temple is so dilapidated that it is unimaginable, with only two wooden houses.  The one on the left is used to worship the Buddha, and the one on the right is used for monks to live.  The roof is covered with thick straw, probably to prevent the house from leaking when it rains.  But what's the use, because all the windows in the house are broken, and when it rains, wind and rain will drift into the room through the windows.  Sima Xiangxiang walked into the hall of Yishan Temple, and it was just like what Jiang Bin said, she only saw one monk.  The monk turned his back to Sima Xiangxiang and said when she just stepped across the threshold: "The donor is staying. This temple does not accept guests. Please ask the donor to go to the Huayan Temple on the mountainside to worship the Buddha." Sima Xiangxiang smiled slightly and said: "  The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, so why do you, a Buddhist, divide the Buddha into the Buddha of Yishan Temple and the Buddha of Huayan Temple? " "No, the female donor didn't know that the one I cultivated at Yishan Temple was not a Buddha.  , but a sin. Therefore, the female donor should not stay here for a long time, so please leave quickly." "Sin?" Sima Xiangxiang chuckled and walked to the monk.  The monk glanced at Sima Xiangxiang, then quickly lowered his head and kept reciting scriptures.  Seeing the monk's appearance, Sima Xiangxiang was stunned.  She didn't expect that the monk Jiang Bin said had even surpassed him in martial arts, looked so young.  Is it true that he has good looks, or is he originally a young man under thirty years old?  The monk looked nervous, lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly.  Seeing the monk looking so nervous, Sima Xiangxiang suddenly found it interesting.  She reached out and took off the white veil from her face, and suddenly screamed.  "What's wrong?" The monk suddenly raised his head, and when he raised his head, his face and Sima Xiangxiang's face were only an inch apart.  The monk was stunned for a moment. Sima Xiangxiang showed a slight smile on her lips, and then she pursed her lips and kissed the monk.  The monk's face immediately turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and his whole person became panicked.  He touched all over his body and finally found his rosary on his wrist.  The monk was touching his rosary beads and reciting Buddhist scriptures incoherently with his eyes closed.  Sima Xiangxiang reached out and touched the monk¡¯s smooth crotchHe raised his head and said with a smile: "Monk, are you the only one in this temple?" The flesh of the monk's whole body seemed to be tense, and he quickly said: "Donor, please respect yourself." "Hahahaha" Sima Xiangxiang  With a sweet smile, she went around and squatted down behind the monk, then put her arms around the monk's waist, leaned her head next to the monk's ear, blew hot air, and said in a soft and soft voice: "I just don't respect myself, you can  How am I doing? " The monk was raised by his master since he was a child. He lived in the mountains and rarely went out.  So he doesn't understand the world at all.  Being so teased by Sima Xiangxiang, the monk subconsciously wanted to push Sima Xiangxiang away, so the zhenqi in his body suddenly shook his thin hair, and he was pushed backwards by Sima Xiangxiang.  Sima Xiangxiang hit the door panel, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.  She didn't hum or scream, she just leaned on the door panel and looked at the monk.  The monk was so angry that he regretted it. He quickly looked at Sima Xiangxiang and saw that her face was pale and blood was bleeding from the corners of her mouth. The monk hurriedly ran to Sima Xiangxiang, helped Sima Xiangxiang up and said, "Female donor, are you okay?" "Pfft  !" Sima Xiangxiang spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell into the monk's arms.  The monk hugged Sima Xiangxiang, his body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move.  Sima Xiangxiang pressed her breast tightly against the monk's chest. She asked the monk softly: "Do you smell anything special?" The monk may not have smelled it, but he didn't know exactly.  Feng Baiyu, who was once known as the best flower picker in the world, once said that Sima Xiangxiang, who has a rare natural fragrance that is rare in a century, only needs to be mixed with a little bit of Baihua Feng to become the strongest aphrodisiac in the world.  .  The monk didn¡¯t know that he was deeply poisoned at this moment.
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