fairy tales

Chapter 561: Master of No Thought (2)
On a table with jugs of good wine in a mess, a bronze-colored boy was holding a jug of wine that was three-tenths bigger than his head in both hands, and started drinking wildly.

"Gollum! Gollum!"

The young man drank like a cow, pouring all the good wine into his belly like a cow drinking water.

The drunkards who had been soaking in the restaurant all year round felt ashamed when they saw the young man drinking like this, and couldn't help admiring them.

"it is good!"

"Little brother, drink well."

……

The boy's hair was disheveled and scattered on his back, his complexion was very depressed, his eyes were lifeless, without a trace of brilliance, and he looked a little decadent.

And on his shoulder, a miniature colorful snake was coiling up, and a pair of big smart eyes looked at the young man curiously, but it was surprisingly quiet, and did not interrupt the young man's interest in drinking.

He is none other than Chu Liuxiang.

From the afternoon until late at night, Chu Liuxiang had been drinking here alone. There were dozens of empty wine jars on the table and four or five empty wine jars on the ground, all of which he drank alone.

"Ah!" Chu Liuxiang sighed deeply, looking at the void in front of her eyes, she murmured: "People say that wine is the best antidote for emotional injuries, but why do I feel that my heart is getting more and more painful?"

Thinking of what Liu Yifei said to herself during the day, Chu Liuxiang's heart was constantly throbbing.

"Amitabha, the Buddha said: 'Everything is illusory.' If the donor assumes that the pain does not exist, it will leave the donor." A Buddha's cry sounded from outside the restaurant door.

A young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe slowly walked in from the door. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. His eyes were bright like stars, his lips were red and his teeth were white. people.

His whole body looked spotless, as if he were falling from the sky above the clouds.

When he came in, it seemed that the surrounding environment did not change at all. The drinkers were still drinking, and the boxing gamers were still playing boxing games, while he strolled to the table where Chu Liuxiang was.

He didn't ask Chu Liuxiang if he could sit down, but just sat on the stool opposite Chu Liuxiang, poured himself a glass of fine wine, and slowly tasted it.

"Everything is illusory?" Chu Liuxiang laughed at himself, "Is it illusory that I was abandoned by a woman?"

"Bodhi doesn't have a tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust." The young monk said calmly.

"There is nothing in the first place, where does the dust come from, hahahaha... To put it nicely, how many people in this world can break through? You can?" Chu Liuxiang looked directly at the young monk.

The young monk shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk can't!"

Chu Liuxiang laughed out loud as if hearing the best joke in the world, and immediately grabbed another jug ​​of wine and poured it up, letting the wine overflow from the corner of his mouth, the mini colorful snake on his shoulder quickly flew away Opened, flew over a wine jar, and looked at Chu Liuxiang resentfully.

(End of this chapter)