As soon as Shen Jiayan transferred over, his vision went dark, and it seems that he was covered with a gray monk’s robe1. The monk robe was saturated with the faint fragrance of sandalwood, unexpectedly smelling good.
Shen Jiayan flusteredly removed the clothes that covered his face and immediately saw Fan Yin standing in front of him.
His facial features were exquisite and gentle, his body’s temperament was as elegant as a lotus flower. He merely stood there calmly, without any great waves in his eyes. It’s like an ink wash painting of mountains and rivers with appropriate shading, added with a touch of color and a little less trace of light.
Fan Yin’s clear-as-water eyes looked over, “Are you in serious trouble?”
Shen Jiayan hesitated for a second before bouncing over and hugging Fan Yin. His body shivered, “I’m afraid, I’m so afraid, there’s so many of them······”
Fan Yin had never been this close to people. Moreover, the person in his embrace had disheveled clothing, the warm skin pressing against his own clothing, it was invariably not in compliance with the established standards.
Fan Yin wanted to reach out and push away the person in his embrace, but he stopped his action when he felt him trembling.
Fan Yin’s hand paused awkwardly in mid-air, he didn’t know what to do for a moment. Finally, it gently fell on Shen Jiayan’s back, doing an unnaturally patting motion for a few times, “Well, they went away.”
Shen Jiayan turned a deaf ear to what he said, he merely persistently burrowed himself into Fan Yin’s embrace. The monk clothes that Fan Yin had placed on him slipped down a little and exposed the snow-white skin inside, with red marks remaining from the struggle just now; in addition, there was a small red birthmark in the middle of his shoulder blade.
Fan Yin’s ear lobes were suddenly dyed red, not knowing if he was shy or angry, he said, “Release this poor monk2 first.”
Shen Jiayan was not sure if he was really angry or not. He loosened his hands obediently, his eyes glistened with residual tears. He bowed his head and said, “I know that I have a lowly status. I naturally couldn’t enter the Guo Shi’s eyes. It’s no surprise that Guo Shi3.
When he spoke, he tightly twisted his fingers, grabbing it until a red mark appeared.
Shen Jiayan’s clothes were completely torn and disorderly, having already lost the function as a cover long ago. That snow-white skin dazzled the eyes, it seemed that if he wasn’t standing here today, it’s very likely that no matter who it was, he would lose rationality and pounce.
Contrariwise, this man still showed an aggrieved expression. That look only made people want to ruthlessly bully him, and it would be better to bully him until he shed tears······
Fan Yin realized suddenly what kind of awful thoughts that passed through his mind. He internally recited some Buddhist mantras, before he steadied his wavering Buddhist conviction, “In the eyes of this poor monk, all living beings are equal, you need not be unduly humble.”
Shen Jiayan blinked and a stream of tears rolled down his cheeks, “Then Guo Shi, can I be be with you, an oil lamp before the Buddha statue4 and serve the Buddha?”
“You can’t.” Fan Yin practically fraughtly refused him. After that, he felt that he refused him too hastily, he quickly added afterwards, “You are still not detached from worldly possessions and your six indriyas5 are not clean, you are incapable of entering Buddhism.”
But what the real reason was for saying this, only Fan Yin knows.
Of course, the real reason is something he can’t speak out loud——To his surprise, his conviction was wavering.
“System, what does he mean by not being detached from worldly possessions and my six indriyas being unclean?” Shen Jiayan was a little at a loss, “It seems that there was no scene like this in the original plot, right?”
The black cat took a look at Fan Yin, then it looked at its own host, “Wouldn’t it be because you have hair and he doesn’t?”
“Oh.” Shen Jiayan came to a realization.
Shen Jiayan took the scissors from inside the dresser by the bedside, held his own hair and twisted them thoroughly.
Those waterfall-like, fine-black hair were chopped off from the roots, only leaving behind uneven jagged hair. The color of ink slowly fell from the air to the ground, seemingly shocking to the eye and astonishes the heart6.
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Shen Jiayan with a disheveled appearance and uneven hair asked him, “Guo Shi, can this be considered as having purified the six indriyas?”
Fan Yin’s hand that was fiddling with the Buddhist prayer beads, slightly paused. There were few matters that could disturb his heart. But after meeting this person, he was making exceptions again and again and again.
All people say that appearance is nothing but the mortal flesh pieced together, but not knowing why, in Fan Yin’s eyes, Su Yichen was so beautiful that it astonished him at this moment. The kind of beauty that resembles a ball of smoldering flame. Fully aware that you’ll get burned if you get near it, but you still couldn’t help but be attracted to his dazzling light.
The moth flies into the flame, it’s no more than that for the most part.
Fan Yin closed his eyes and still heartlessly refused: “Not considered.”
“Understood.” Shen Jiayan smiled, but it looked as if he had given up all hope. Step by step, he retreated, “Since the Buddha doesn’t want to accept me, then tell me Guo Shi, is King Yan7 willing to accept me?
Fan Ying subconsciously moved forward to grab Shen Jiayan, but was only able to tear off the hem of his clothes.
Shen Jiayan’s forehead heavily slammed against the vermillion pillar, dark red blood snaking down his face.
Fan Yin hastily reached out his hand to catch him, so panicked that he snapped off the Buddhist prayer beads’ string. Those beads tumbled down and smashed against the ground, finally rolling out to all directions in this room.
As soon as Shen Jiayan transferred over, his vision went dark, and it seems that he was covered with a gray monk’s robe1. The monk robe was saturated with the faint fragrance of sandalwood, unexpectedly smelling good.
Shen Jiayan flusteredly removed the clothes that covered his face and immediately saw Fan Yin standing in front of him.
His facial features were exquisite and gentle, his body’s temperament was as elegant as a lotus flower. He merely stood there calmly, without any great waves in his eyes. It’s like an ink wash painting of mountains and rivers with appropriate shading, added with a touch of color and a little less trace of light.
Fan Yin’s clear-as-water eyes looked over, “Are you in serious trouble?”
Shen Jiayan hesitated for a second before bouncing over and hugging Fan Yin. His body shivered, “I’m afraid, I’m so afraid, there’s so many of them······”
Fan Yin had never been this close to people. Moreover, the person in his embrace had disheveled clothing, the warm skin pressing against his own clothing, it was invariably not in compliance with the established standards.
Fan Yin wanted to reach out and push away the person in his embrace, but he stopped his action when he felt him trembling.
Fan Yin’s hand paused awkwardly in mid-air, he didn’t know what to do for a moment. Finally, it gently fell on Shen Jiayan’s back, doing an unnaturally patting motion for a few times, “Well, they went away.”
Shen Jiayan turned a deaf ear to what he said, he merely persistently burrowed himself into Fan Yin’s embrace. The monk clothes that Fan Yin had placed on him slipped down a little and exposed the snow-white skin inside, with red marks remaining from the struggle just now; in addition, there was a small red birthmark in the middle of his shoulder blade.
Fan Yin’s ear lobes were suddenly dyed red, not knowing if he was shy or angry, he said, “Release this poor monk2 first.”
Shen Jiayan was not sure if he was really angry or not. He loosened his hands obediently, his eyes glistened with residual tears. He bowed his head and said, “I know that I have a lowly status. I naturally couldn’t enter the Guo Shi’s eyes. It’s no surprise that Guo Shi3.
When he spoke, he tightly twisted his fingers, grabbing it until a red mark appeared.
Shen Jiayan’s clothes were completely torn and disorderly, having already lost the function as a cover long ago. That snow-white skin dazzled the eyes, it seemed that if he wasn’t standing here today, it’s very likely that no matter who it was, he would lose rationality and pounce.
Contrariwise, this man still showed an aggrieved expression. That look only made people want to ruthlessly bully him, and it would be better to bully him until he shed tears······
Fan Yin realized suddenly what kind of awful thoughts that passed through his mind. He internally recited some Buddhist mantras, before he steadied his wavering Buddhist conviction, “In the eyes of this poor monk, all living beings are equal, you need not be unduly humble.”
Shen Jiayan blinked and a stream of tears rolled down his cheeks, “Then Guo Shi, can I be be with you, an oil lamp before the Buddha statue4 and serve the Buddha?”
“You can’t.” Fan Yin practically fraughtly refused him. After that, he felt that he refused him too hastily, he quickly added afterwards, “You are still not detached from worldly possessions and your six indriyas5 are not clean, you are incapable of entering Buddhism.”
But what the real reason was for saying this, only Fan Yin knows.
Of course, the real reason is something he can’t speak out loud——To his surprise, his conviction was wavering.
“System, what does he mean by not being detached from worldly possessions and my six indriyas being unclean?” Shen Jiayan was a little at a loss, “It seems that there was no scene like this in the original plot, right?”
The black cat took a look at Fan Yin, then it looked at its own host, “Wouldn’t it be because you have hair and he doesn’t?”
“Oh.” Shen Jiayan came to a realization.
Shen Jiayan took the scissors from inside the dresser by the bedside, held his own hair and twisted them thoroughly.
Those waterfall-like, fine-black hair were chopped off from the roots, only leaving behind uneven jagged hair. The color of ink slowly fell from the air to the ground, seemingly shocking to the eye and astonishes the heart6.
""
Shen Jiayan with a disheveled appearance and uneven hair asked him, “Guo Shi, can this be considered as having purified the six indriyas?”
Fan Yin’s hand that was fiddling with the Buddhist prayer beads, slightly paused. There were few matters that could disturb his heart. But after meeting this person, he was making exceptions again and again and again.
All people say that appearance is nothing but the mortal flesh pieced together, but not knowing why, in Fan Yin’s eyes, Su Yichen was so beautiful that it astonished him at this moment. The kind of beauty that resembles a ball of smoldering flame. Fully aware that you’ll get burned if you get near it, but you still couldn’t help but be attracted to his dazzling light.
The moth flies into the flame, it’s no more than that for the most part.
Fan Yin closed his eyes and still heartlessly refused: “Not considered.”
“Understood.” Shen Jiayan smiled, but it looked as if he had given up all hope. Step by step, he retreated, “Since the Buddha doesn’t want to accept me, then tell me Guo Shi, is King Yan7 willing to accept me?
Fan Ying subconsciously moved forward to grab Shen Jiayan, but was only able to tear off the hem of his clothes.
Shen Jiayan’s forehead heavily slammed against the vermillion pillar, dark red blood snaking down his face.
Fan Yin hastily reached out his hand to catch him, so panicked that he snapped off the Buddhist prayer beads’ string. Those beads tumbled down and smashed against the ground, finally rolling out to all directions in this room.
