Little Monk, Dharma Name Duchen

Waking up from a dream, Gu Yin opened his eyes suddenly, and found that his back was covered with cold sweat. Thinking of the conversation in the dream and the bet, Gu Yin shivered involuntarily.

Sure enough, after doing something bad, I was really afraid of the 'ghost' knocking on the door.

The second he came back to his senses, Du Chen, his heart ghost, squatted in front of him, "Are you awake?"

"..." Gu Yin opened his eyes wide, trying to calm himself down, "I... fainted?"

"Well, I'm dizzy with blood." Du Chen pointed at his knee and motioned him, "However, it's not serious, just a slight skin tear and bleeding, I've dealt with it for you."

Gu Yin: "Blood..."

Gu Yin looked down in the direction Du Chen was pointing at, and the dried marks made him subconsciously grab Du Chen's wrist tightly, and said with trembling teeth, "I'm afraid of blood."

Du Chen: "..." I can see it.

"It's all right," Du Chen let Gu Yin hold his wrist, like coaxing a child, without any complaints on his warm face.

Even though at this time, Gu Yin forgot how much effort he had made his wrists red because of the fear of waking up from the nightmare and the fear of blood dizziness, he still comforted Gu Yin softly.

It took a while for Gu Yin to return to normal, Du Chen got up, and covered the red and purple wrist with the other hand in a subtle way, without any unnecessary expression.

"Little Master, what are you doing here?" Gu Yin got up and looked around.

They are in the Bell Pavilion on the mountain behind Lingshan Temple. They say it is a pavilion, but it is actually a small pavilion that can keep out the rain. .

Du Chen didn't answer, he picked up the bell hammer with one hand and stood still, with a "dang", accompanied by the tight muscle lines on his arm, the bell hammer slid past, and a clear and loud ringing bell resounded through Lingshan.

This ringing of the bell has no expression or movement of unnecessary distracting thoughts, but supplemented by Du Chen's cool and handsome face, the behavior of ringing the bell day after day has a manifestation of faith. The little monk in front of him is said to be practicing, It would be better to teach others with oneself and influence all beings with one's persistence.

It was such an abstinent temperament that made Gu Yin beside him stare at him for a while.

When he was 16 years old, a group of schoolboys brought him to Manchunyuan, which is a famous brothel in the local area. In order to open his eyes, the gangsters asked the old bustard to select the highest-quality girls to stand in a row. its pick.

It was on that day that Gu Yin realized that he was not a womanizer.

The young masters once joked, "Aren't you a manly man?"

Gu Yin shook his head, he felt that he was just not close to women, but if he was talking about men's sex... as far as he could see, he would have no interest in life.

Until today, looking at the little monk ringing the bell in front of him, Gu Yin realized for the first time that there was a reason for his heartbeat to throb, and when the fire rushed into his eyes, he realized, oh, the one in front of him is the one who is happy. ..man.

It's just that this man was not chosen correctly, he is a monk.

The monk didn't notice anything, put down the hammer in his hand, turned around and looked at the dazed Gu Yin: "Young Master Gu?"

"En?" Gu Yin realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly cleared his throat, "Little master, how is it?"

Du Chen: "Well, well, let's go down the mountain."

"Little master..." Gu Yin suddenly grabbed Du Chen's arm that was about to leave, bent his peach blossom eyes, and whispered with a slightly pitiful expression, "Can you carry me down the mountain? My knee hurts."

Duchen: "..." Amitabha.

Du Chen turned around and bent his back towards him, "Come up."

Seeing this, Gu Yin smiled inwardly, and carefully climbed onto Duchen's back.

Gu Yin's cheeks flushed red with a little careful thought as he wished.

The mountain road is not short, but rather long and narrow. Under the setting sun, the figures of the two were pulled together to one place, seemingly unintentionally and intentionally intertwined.

Along the way, Duchen seldom spoke. Usually, when Gu Yin asked, he would answer. When Gu Yin talked about his childhood, he would just listen, and occasionally respond to Gu Yin with a smile.

At the foot of the mountain, Du Chen sat Gu Yin on a big rock and asked him to wait for a while, while he rolled up his trousers, took the small wooden barrel he had prepared, and walked to the stream.

"Little master, what are you doing?" Gu Yin was a little curious.

"Fishing."

After finishing speaking, Du Chen submerged his feet into the stream with a serious look.

Fishing with bare hands, Gu Yin frowned when he saw it: The monk never kills and never eats meat. Why did he think of fish today?Moreover, Du Chen's movements were quite jerky, as if he hadn't caught any fish.

Sure enough, nothing was caught, so Kong fumbled blindly at the stream.

"Little Master." Gu Yin shouted, "Come up."

Du Chen didn't hear clearly, he still fumbled in the water.

Gu Yin shook his head helplessly, simply lifted up his trousers, rolled up his sleeves, and followed him into the water.

"You..." Du Chen looked at him in surprise.

"I am more familiar with fish than you."

What Gu Yin said is reasonable. Although it is his first time, has he never caught fish or eaten fish?

After finishing speaking, he didn't know when he had already grasped a branch in his hand, with sharp eyes and quick hands, he inserted the branch into a shadow of the stream.

"Look!" Gu Yin snatched up the dying fish in his hand and shook it in front of Du Chen.

"Amitabha." Du Chen closed his eyes slightly, muttered silently, and then went ashore.

"Little master, you are the one who wants to catch the fish. Why is it that you are not happy after catching the fish?" Gu Yin looked at Du Chen strangely. It is wrong to dare to catch the fish or not?

"This fish is not for me." Du Chen put the fish into the barrel, turned to look at him, "It's for you."

"Give it to me?!" Gu Yin was stunned.

Du Chen: "Well, I think, if you want to eat the chicken in the backyard, you might as well eat a fish."

Gu Yin: "..." We've been discovered! ?

"That chicken is a frequent visitor to our temple, if you eat it, my brothers and sisters will complain." Du Chen smiled, leaned over and put down the trouser legs again.

It's just a fish, but it's just a greedy craving for meat.

Du Chen found out, and didn't suspect him of this, nor did he not allow him to avoid meat because it was a place of Buddhism, but he made up his own mind to go to the back mountain stream to fish.

Thinking of this, Gu Yin's eye sockets were slightly moist, as if someone had suddenly wrapped his hands in warm care in a winter night, and his heart was warmed.

Gu Yin walked to a weed bush near his feet, pulled out two dog's tail flowers, tied them in a knot, and handed them to Du Chen: "For you."

"This...?"

"Thank you little master for rewarding me with meat." Gu Yin smiled.He casually inserted his other dog's tail into the base of his ear, picked up the wooden bucket filled with fish, hummed a little tune, and walked briskly to the backyard step by step.

Du Chen looked at Gu Yin's heartless and carefree back, and for a moment he laughed imperceptibly.

He didn't know what happened to him today.

What he actually wanted to do was to see this smile reflected in his heart like the sun.

Warm and bright.

The author has something to say: D-here is a little monk fishing for fish.