Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 139

The fragrance is curvy.

The Zen room was strangely quiet, only the rustle of writing.

Yaoying put her cheek in one hand and stared at the pen in Tamaraga’s hand for a long time.

He didn’t speak, and she didn’t say a word.

Prajna came into the house with a large pile of books and knelt down in front of the bookcase to tidy up for a while. Yaoying still sat still, he couldn’t help but glance at her and beckoned her to go out quickly, don’t disturb Tamaraga.

Yaoying raised her head to look at Tamaraga.

“go out.”

Tamaraga stopped writing and said softly, but he was speaking to Prajna.

Prajna looked inexplicable, put down the book, and retreated out respectfully. Before leaving, he glared at Yaoying complainingly.

Yaoying ignored him, staring at Tamaraga intently with her bright eyes, she could see God.

Tamaraga’s eyes drooped, and he wrote a few words again, and suddenly found that he was writing scriptures silently instead of criticizing and answering essays.

Half a piece of silk is covered with scriptures.

His face remained calm, he stopped writing, moved the silk cloth aside, and picked up a blank lotus paper with dark patterns.

“Haitou Aling is going to attack the holy city, and the princess will take a big risk when she comes back.”

Tamara Gha suddenly said.

“The princess should stay in Sand City.”

Yaoying said, “The mage has strategized and planned for a long time. I can’t come back. In fact, it can’t affect the overall situation. However, Haidu Aling is very lucky. I am afraid that something will happen. The regent is far away in Sam Valley. I didn’t have time to take care of the holy city, so I came back.”

Tamara Gha raised his eyes: “I don’t mean to blame the princess.”

Yaoying looked at him, “I understand that the mage is worried about my safety and afraid that something will happen to me.”

She paused, “I am also worried about the Master’s safety and fear that something will happen to the Master.”

The room was silent for a while.

Tan Moroga looked at her, her eyes were light, and she was silent for a while, then looked away, “Thank you, the princess for your concern.”

Yaoying smiled, “The mage is out, and I know that the mage is safe, and I feel more at ease.”

Tamara Gha lowered her head, looked at the paper, with deep eyes, and asked, “Where is the princess’s brother?”

Yaoying regained her consciousness and said: “Yang Qian’s letter said that he has come directly to the royal court. I don’t know where he is. I am afraid of missing him. So I sent several teams of soldiers to meet him. Now the holy city is in crisis. Solution, I will leave now and go to Shacheng to wait for him. Bei Rong is in chaos and it is a good time for the Western Army to regain the homeland. After I meet Brother Yang, I will join Yang Qian.”

Now she didn’t know where Li Zhongqian was. Li Zhongqian knew that she was in the royal court. She sent a few soldiers to wait for him wherever he might pass. They agreed to meet him in Shacheng, so as to ensure that they would not rub him. Shoulder to shoulder. At this time, the Northern Rong Territory was in chaos, and she didn’t want to have another twists and turns.

Tamaraga writes intently, sweeping the sleeves of his robes over the book case.

He deliberately avoided it, and after many setbacks, he still couldn’t avoid her to say goodbye to him in person.

“I asked the monks to **** the princess to Sand City.”

He spoke indifferently, with a cold tone.

Yaoying waited for a while. Seeing that he didn’t care at all, she sat up a little bit, and said word by word: “The Master treated me deeply and righteously during this period, and I am deeply impressed by it.”

Tan Moroga looked up at her, with no expression on her face, her eyes, without sorrow or joy, without a trace of smoke.

“It’s just a matter of effort, the princess Jiren has her own face, so don’t worry about it.”

Yaoying looked at him, her eyes facing each other, his blue eyes were clear and light, she smiled and got up to leave.

“Mage, I’m leaving.”

She has a soft voice.

“treasure.”

Tamaraga mumbled softly, lowered his head and continued to criticize the succinctly.

Step by step, Yaoying walked out of the Zen room, out of the courtyard, looking back, the door of the temple was open, the felt curtain was hanging high, Tamara Gha was sitting in front of the book table, and the golden light floated on the robes, ethereal and holy, as if she was in a tall Buddha hall. Above.

She stood out for a while, turned and left.

The lights and shadows interlaced in front of the porch, ringed with jingle bells, and the pomegranate red dress was rusty, slowly disappearing from the sight of Tamaraga.

There is only one spot with mottled shadows and light and sweet fragrance. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, the turquoise bodhi trees are lush, elegant and solemn.

He put down the pen, bathed in the faint golden glory, sitting alone sadly.

…

In the afternoon, there was no light in the house, and the light was dim.

There was a sound of footsteps at the side door.

Bi Suo sneaked into the hall, “King, I went out of the city from the main entrance and walked around the city. If I change my clothes and come back, the princess should not be suspicious…”

He dressed as a Sultan, walked past Li Yaoying with a leopard, rode out of the city, and circled a big circle, making everyone think that the regent was chasing Wakhan Khan.

Bi Suo was talking, stepping into the meditation room, and suddenly felt a bitter murderous aura, he stopped abruptly and raised his head.

Tan Moroga sat in front of the book table, holding the prayer beads in his hand, expressionless, his blue eyes flickered with cold light.

“she left?”

He asked, his voice low.

Bi Suo’s heart sank, and he looked at his expression carefully, and didn’t dare to go any further: “The king…the princess was out of the city just now.”

When he came back, he happened to see Yaoying leaving the holy city surrounded by soldiers.

“Wang, as long as you order, I can chase the princess back.”

Tamara Gamma had cold eyes and whispered softly: “I am a member of the Shamen.”

Bi Suo sighed secretly, not daring to persuade him any more, and cautiously reminded him: “Wang, it’s time for you to do your exercises.”

He left before he had finished his gong, and he was still ill. This time he was really going to get into trouble.

Tamaragarh stood up, walked into the secret door entrance leading to the secret passage, and killed his back.

The secret passage is dark and narrow.

He walked down the long stone steps, a golden arc flashed in the secret road, the leopard’s low roar sounded, and the furry leopard head came up and rubbed his palm lightly.

Tamaraga’s aura became colder and colder, ignoring the leopard, walking alone in the dark, passing through the long narrow tortuous corridor, bypassing the stone cracks that only one person can pass, the front suddenly opened up, and there was sky light from the ceiling of the cave. The crevice fell, illuminating the outline of the cave. There was a hot spring in the cave, the spring water was clear, the heat was rushing, and the whole cave was misty.

He walked to the stone platform, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his breath.

I don’t know how long it took, the water vapor wetted the robes on his body, and a few strands of moonflower dripped down like water and landed on the wet stone platform in front of him.

In the midst of Cen Ji, a string of footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the secret tunnel, and something soft was stepping on the slippery bluestone.

A vague figure gradually approached the cave.

Tamara Gha opened her eyes, the dark blue light flashed in her eyes, and she reprimanded: “Ari.”

The voice stopped.

Tamara Gaya continued to perform his exercises. After a while, the dark glow in his eyes faded, and he slowly stood up and took off his robes. This stone cave is where he recuperates. After every time he goes through the exercises, his legs are swollen and difficult to go. The hot spring water can relieve the pain.

There was a small sound after the water mist, followed by the sound of suppressed breathing.

Tamara Gha’s **** movement stopped suddenly, raised his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and he swept to the corner.

“come out.”

The shadow trembled, and slowly walked out of the darkness, the moonlight flowing quietly on the top of the cave, the water vapor drifting away, and her bright facial features became clear little by little.

She stood in the cold moonlight, her temples were thick and dark, her skin was snowy, her eyes were clear, and her eyes were full of waves.

He was standing on the stone platform, half of his robe was just taken off, ready to step into the water.

Through the damp mist, the two looked at each other.

Tamara Gha did not say a word.

…

The sound of water pattered.

Standing in front of the stone platform, Yaoying was sweating all over with embarrassment, facing the icy snow of Tamaraga.

She had planned to go to Shacheng to wait for Li Zhongqian immediately after Sultan Gu and Bi Suo returned to the Holy City. The luggage and parcels were already packed. Seeing Tamaraga, she and her soldiers left. Just out of the city, the monks and soldiers of the Wangsi Temple came over and said that Prajna had something very important to her, so she must come back and take it personally.

The monks and soldiers said something very interesting, and Yaoying just remembered that there was something that she had forgotten to talk to Tamaraga, and turned her head back to the city.

When he arrived at the Wang Temple, the **** Prajna was mysterious, sent away other people, dragged her to a quiet place, told her to wait, saying that the thing must be handed over to her, so that no one else could run into it.

Yaoying stood in the corridor and waited. After waiting for a long time, Prajna was nowhere to be seen. She saw that it was getting dark, wondering if Prajna had forgotten her, walked around the promenade, and wanted to find a monk to ask. There was no one around, and the shadow in the corner flickered, and a leopard suddenly jumped off the wall. Roaring at her.

She was taken aback and realized that Prajna had taken her to the leopard’s territory. She was terrified and wanted to quit, but it was too late.

The leopard shrugged and forced her down the stone steps. The eyes of the leopard shone with cold light. She was afraid of irritating the leopard. , It may be an exit, and heard the voice of speaking again, and quickly found it.

Then I saw an upright man in the mist taking off his robes with his back facing her, revealing his wet shoulders crawling with sweat.

Under the moonlight, he was standing naked, his back texture was distinct, like a layer of oil, glowing with honey-colored light, his robe was semi-wet, and the outline from the waist to the long legs was clearly outlined, which contained vigorous power.

Yaoying stayed for a while, and hurried out holding her breath, and Tamaraga looked at where she was hiding.

“come out.”

He said, in the mist, the handsome face was cold and solemn.

Yaoying couldn’t help shaking, with thin goose bumps coming out of her body, she walked out and smiled at him, “Master, I want to avoid Ahri, so I accidentally broke in.”

Bi Suo told her before that when Tamaraga’s legs were ill, he would take a hot spring to relieve the swelling of his legs, especially when he had to come forward to deal with government affairs when he was injured.

This cave should be the hot spring.

Tamara Gya looked at Yaoying, his robes half faded, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Yaoying’s scalp was numb when he saw her, but she accidentally watched him undress. It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen it before…he is a monk and doesn’t care at all.

She was whispering secretly in her heart, and there was a light rustling sound of cassock landing in the stone cave.

Tamaraga looked at her, with blue eyes as calm as water, letting go of his fingers blankly, and the robes wrapped around his waist slipped down.

Yaoying was taken aback, her eyes widened: Huh? !

Still taking off?

She made a retreat, and Tamaraga’s gaze chased it over and settled on her face. The look in her eyes was not fierce, but there was a heavy oppressive force.

“come over.”

He was calm and honest.

Yaoying stood still.

Tan Moroga suddenly fell backwards.

Yaoying’s heart jumped, and she subconsciously rushed forward with a few steps.

Tamaraga stood leaning on the stone platform and looked up at her.

Yaoying noticed that his eyes were a little weird, as if he didn’t know her, and asked softly: “Mage, what’s the matter with you? I’m going to ask Prajna to come over?”

Tan Moroga turned a deaf ear, stood up and stepped into the hot spring.

Yaoying looked blank. Seeing that he was soaking in the hot soup and turned to leave, he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her with two eyes. When she moved, he immediately rushed forward.

She looked back, Leopard crouched in the corner, Leopard’s eyes stared at her, her eyes gloomy.

Yaoying stood still.

“Mage?”

She called again.

Tamaraga did not say a word, soaked in the hot spring water, sweat dripped on her face and body, her muscles stretched, her eyebrows frowned, her expression seemed painful, but also awake, and she looked at her without blinking.

Yaoying glanced at his legs under the water, ah, his legs were obviously swollen.

“The mage is sick? Is there any medicine? I’ll go call Prajna!”

She turned around, looked around, saw a pile of medicine bottles piled on the stone table next to her, and hurriedly walked over. She had taken care of him before, found a familiar medicine bottle, smelled it, bit a pill by herself and tasted it, poured a few in her palm, returned to the stone platform, and fed Tamaraga to take the medicine.

He swallowed the pill, looked at her with a particularly cold look, and reached out to hold her wrist.

“Mage?”

Yaoying leaned closer, taking a closer look at his face.

In the next instant, his hand suddenly used force, she was caught off guard, and she felt that the world was spinning around, and the whole person fell into the hot spring pool. The warm water poured over her, and her clothes were soaked and pressed tightly to the skin.

Yaoying choked and coughed, wiped the spray on her face, raised her head, and met his quiet eyes.

He sat by the pool and looked at her coldly, his palms wrapped around her waist as hot as a soldering iron.

Yaoying couldn’t recover for a long time, the cool breeze blew, her soaked long hair stuck to her neck, she couldn’t help shaking, and found herself lying in Tamaraga’s arms while he was still holding her expressionlessly.

He was naked, she was wearing a drenched shirt, the spring water was slippery, his hot palm was against her waist, and there was only a layer of wet shirt between her fingertips and her skin.

Yaoying stared at Tamara Gah in a daze.

If he hadn’t had a calm face, a stiff body, no fluctuations in his eyes, and a seriousness like a meditation Buddha, she would have doubted him on purpose.

She made a few strokes, and broke off Tamaraga’s fingers in the water.

He snorted and frowned.

The strength tied to her waist suddenly loosened, Yaoying hurriedly backed away, the water was surging, and he whispered something.

Yaoying leaned closer: “Mage?”

“pain.”

He looked at her, whispered softly, sweat slipped off his face, his eyes were as quiet as a deep well, and there was no trace of pain.

But he clearly said a painful word.

When talking to her during the day, did he also endure the pain?

Yaoying choked.

…

The mist filled the cave, and moonlight poured down from the ceiling of the cave.

Tamara Gha raised her head to look at Yaoying, her eyes bleak, as if she was watching a dream.

He thought it was a dream.

Like the previous dreams, Li Gui transformed into hers, appeared in his dream again, smiled at him, called him softly, and sat in his arms, wrapped his soft arms around his neck, exerted a slight force to let him He leaned over.

In the past, she would speak sweetly, coquettishly and tactfully, and would use countless feminine means to seduce him and persuade him to stop the path of spiritual practice.

He was unmoved.

Today, the moonlight is like silver, and she looks at him with pity.

“Mage, does it hurt?”

The fragrance is full of bosom, and the fragrant nephrite which is different from the spring water is cool.

The reason why a dream is a dream is precisely because it is what he wants in his heart and is his demons.

Facing the illusion in the dreamland, Tamara Gya said softly, “It hurts.”

This was the first time he had talked with Vision.

Vision looked at him blankly.

After a while, she asked again: “Mage, what should I do to make you feel better?”

Tamaraga stared at her for a long time.

The illusion is so real, with a frown and a smile, very vivid.

He said: “Stay and stay with me.”

Face the illusion, face your own desires, and it will disappear.

The next moment, Tamara Gha closed his eyes and read the scripture silently, waiting for the illusion to dissipate.

…

The sound of water is ticking.

Tamaraga closed his eyes tightly, sweat dripping on his naked shoulders, motionless.

Yaoying crawled out of the hot spring pool, her clothes damp, shivering.

The leopard was lying at the entrance of the cave. In the darkness, the leopard’s eyes seemed to have phosphorescence floating, and from time to time they made a muffled noise like a demonstration or two.

Yaoying raised her head and looked around. She couldn’t distinguish the secret passages that turned around. It was dark again at the moment, and there were no lights in the secret passage. If no one was to guide her, she might get lost.

Besides, Tamaragarh looks like this, she’d better stay with him until he wakes up.

Yaoying sighed helplessly, grabbed a neatly stacked robes on the stone table and unfolded it on her body, walked to the stone table, took out the flint, and took a long time to ignite the sawdust.

There is a charcoal basin in the cave, and it seems that Tamaraga often soaks in hot springs here.

The flames lit up, her body was sticky and uncomfortable. Looking back at Tamaraga, he sat cross-legged in the pool without making a sound.

She moved the brazier to the corner and hid behind a raised boulder, took off her wet clothes, put on the robes, and then picked up the robes that Tamaraga had just taken off and put them on the brazier for baking.

The charcoal fire was beeping and burning, and her body warmed up, got up and returned to the edge of the stone platform, wet a veil, and pressed it on Tamaraga’s lips, gently pressing.

Tamara Gha opened her eyes and looked straight at her with blue eyes.

The soft fingertips gently brushed his lips.

Yaoying smiled at him and asked softly, “Master, is it better?”

He was silent.

Yaoying looked at him as if he was not awake yet, so she sat on the edge of the stone platform and looked at his face from time to time, fearing that he would faint.

Over the night, the moonlight on the top of his head gradually faded, and the light blue light leaked into the stone cave, covering a spot of light.

The spring water was still warm, and the Tamara Gaya had finished adjusting her breath, opened her eyes, swept across the stone platform, and froze suddenly.

A few strands of long hair fell into the pool, and the ends of the hair were wet and entangled together. The hair was rippling with the water, gently wrapped around his arm, and swept across his naked chest.

His eyes moved up the hair.

Dark and soft hair, full and smooth forehead, curly long eyelashes, snowy nose tip, slightly pursed lips, delicate chin… The girl lay on the edge of the stone platform with her arms pillowed, her eyes closed and her eyes closed. The head is like a long hair, spread out, covering half of the stone platform.

She was wearing a large monk’s clothing, the sleeves slipped, half of her suet-like arms were exposed, and a string of warm and cool Bodhi beads was tightly caged around her arms.

This is not a dream.

Tamara Gha raised his eyes, and all he had seen in his dream last night came to mind.

Why did she, who should have left the holy city, appear here?

He let her go again and again, but she just came back again and again.

In the depths of the underpass, there was a light footstep.

Bi Suo’s figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. Leopard heard the footsteps and shrugged forward. He threw out a piece of cooked meat to induce the leopard, lifted his foot into the cave, and saw the scene inside the cave, his eyes widened.

Yaoying was leaning against the stone platform, wearing a monk’s clothing that was obviously too large, her long hair dangled, her cheeks flushed, and a string of Buddhist beads on her arm.

Tan Moroga sat in the pool, naked, looked down at her, noticed his gaze, and glanced up at him.

There was a spirit on Bi Suo, put down the tray in his hand, and stepped back quietly.

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The monk undressed expressionlessly.

Yaoying: I was terribly scared at the time.