The sermon begins with the dragon and the horse

Chapter 117
Shen Ma looked back and saw that it was a little maid from Miao Yu Nunnery, and said: "Miss, what's the matter?"

"Master Xiao, my master is here to invite you!" the little maid said respectfully.

"Oh, what is Miss An looking for from me?" Shen Ma asked.

"I don't know... the servant girl either." The little maid said coyly.

"Forget it, lead the way."

The night was dark and the wind was high, and Shen Ma followed the little maid to an exquisite Accord.

The building is shrouded in mist, hazy, as if dyed with a layer of dreamlike color, very mysterious in the night.

"Could it be that they asked me to be the guest of honor, shouldn't they? Or did they see my identity..." Shen Ma was puzzled.

"Forget it, as soon as it comes, it's safe."

Shen Ma stepped forward and saw a woman dressed in white standing in front of the door, with a firm and round figure, perfect curvature, noble and clean, like an elf under the night sky, it was An Miaoyi.

The Accord is very exquisite, with antique calligraphy and paintings placed randomly, exotic flowers and plants, and misty fairy mist, just like a fairyland on earth.

"Brother Xiao, please!" An Miaoyi pointed to a jade table at the side, on which there was only one teapot and two cups.

"Okay." Shen Ma was not polite, picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea on his own, took a sip, and said, "The tea smells beautiful, very good. I don't know what Miss An wants me for?"

"Brother Xiao, do you know the Buddha of West Desert?" An Miaoyi had a smile on her face, descending into the world like a flawless goddess.

"Those bald donkeys..." Shen Ma looked up at An Miaoyi, and unconsciously said, "It's so beautiful!"

"Ahem." An Miaoyi coughed a few times.

"En." Shen Ma came back to his senses, seemed to have remembered something, and looked deeply at An Miaoyi: "Do you want to practice both Buddhism and Taoism?"

"Brother Xiao is indeed discerning. I came to you this time to learn about some things about the Western Desert." An Miao fluttered with her black hair, exuding a holy glow.

"This..." Shen Ma kept rubbing his fingers with a troubled expression on his face. He was not a person who could not walk away when he saw beauty. To him, a woman was not as real as a piece of God.

"Shh!"

With a flash of divine light, a 3000-year-old elixir appeared on the jade table.

"Hey, the matter in West Desert is complicated..." Shen Ma shook his head.

"Shh!"

A fist-sized Shenyuan appeared on the jade table again.

"It's about Amitabha, the great emperor of a generation, so don't speak lightly..." Shen Ma shook his head again, showing a distressed look.

"Shh!"

An Miaoyi took out a sealed can this time, gritted her teeth and said, "This is the ten thousand year dragon marrow, it is hard to find anywhere in the world!"

Shen Ma still wanted to shake her head, but she just looked up at An Miaoyi's face, something seemed wrong, her anger seemed to be on the verge of a volcanic eruption.

"It's easy to say, easy to say!" Shen Ma flicked lightly, and the things on the jade table were collected into a sea of ​​bitterness.He paused, looked around, and said, "Is it not safe to talk here?"

"Follow me." An Miaoyi said softly, but her voice was a little unnatural.

Shen Ma followed An Miaoyi into another attic room, and saw a white jade bed not far away, hung with a pink hanging curtain, giving people a strange feeling.

"Miss An's boudoir is really interesting, what a blessing." Shen Ma said casually.

An Miaoyi blushed and said with a light smile, "Since you find it interesting, why don't you stay tonight."

"Okay, then respect is worse than obedience." In terms of shamelessness, Shen Ma has never lost to anyone.

"Young Master Xiao was joking, this place is absolutely secret, please give me some advice." An Miaoyi's voice was as soft as a silver bell.

"What you say tonight, come out of my mouth and into your ears, don't let the third person know.

Western desert Buddhism originated from the great emperor Amitabha, sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishes the moth gauze lamp.He had never killed a single person during his lifetime, so he was a rather special emperor.

Most of the Buddhist teachings passed down teach people to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, which is equivalent to another form of salvation.As soon as he entered the western desert, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.The Dharma has planted a seed for you, and slowly it will take root and sprout.

From now on, you are you, but you are not you either!
Also, most importantly, this is related to a layout of Anida Buddha..."

The last secret Shen Ma conveyed directly with his spiritual sense, he didn't want to cause big trouble.He knew that An Miaoyi's ending was not happy, and seeing her fate, he hoped to change her future path.

Shen Ma is by no means coveting her beauty!
Well, at least he thought so himself.

I saw An Miaoyi's pure and beautiful eyes closed shyly, her face was a little pale, she couldn't believe her ears, it was like being hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, or someone poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and her whole body was numb .

After pondering for a while, An Miaoyi came back to her senses and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for your guidance!"

"Snore, snort!"

I saw Shen Ma lying directly on the white jade bed, covered with a light veil, sleeping very sweetly, and his sleeping posture was also very unrestrained, stretched all over, as if sleeping in his own coffin.

"Young Master Xiao, Young Master Xiao, wake up!" An Miaoyi's face turned from white to red, calling softly.

After calling three times, Shen Ma was like a sleeping dead pig, and did not respond at all. An Miaoyi stomped her feet angrily, and wanted to do something directly many times, endured it, turned around and left the boudoir.

Out of sight is pure!

Dawn slowly opened the curtain, and another brilliant and colorful morning descended on the world with freshness.

A ray of sunlight directly entered An Miaoyi's boudoir, like a bundle of shining golden threads, not only illuminating the room, but also illuminating Shen Ma's heart.

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life. It's comfortable!" Shen Ma hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time, and stretched out of the attic.

"Morning, little girl, is there anything to eat?" Shen Ma asked the maid outside the attic.

"Young Master Xiao, I... I'll go down and get ready." The little maid backed away in a panic, blushing.

On the jade table, there are exquisite pastries, a small plate of spirit tofu, and a bowl of spirit rice porridge. Although the amount is small, it is very delicate. The taste is sweet but not greasy, and the fragrance is not strong.

"Hi, not bad." Shen Ma rubbed his belly, feeling very comfortable.

"Young Master Xiao, did you sleep well last night?" An Miaoyi was wearing a long white dress, walking over slowly like a fairy.

"Of course, it would be even better if we could spend a good night with Ms. An." Shen Ma said with a smile.

"Young Master Xiao was joking, do you have anything important to do today?" An Miao asked with a slight smile following the waves of her eyes.

"Why, are you driving me away so soon?" Shen Ma looked aggrieved.

"No, if there is anything that needs help, I will do my best." An Miaoyi said.

"Forget it, it's nothing important, I'll go out for a stroll." Shen Ma has always been free and easy, coming and going as soon as he says, without taking a cloud with him.

"Do you want my servant to accompany you?"

"No, goodbye."

A gust of wind blew by, and Shen Ma disappeared into the attic.

But a faint voice came from An Miaoyi's ear: Miss An's bed smells so good!
"hateful!"

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(End of this chapter)