The Silent Watcher of Tianji Temple Chapter 9

That night, Zane Shen wandered around in the forest for a long time, and with his skills, he easily caught a silly roe deer.

Even if you haven’t eaten pork, have you seen a pig run?

When I was away from home, I had seen those subordinates, especially Kai Pei, taking care of the trivial matters of preparing meals.

He thought it was a simple matter.

It's nothing more than cutting open the belly, peeling the skin, inserting a branch, and roasting it over a fire.

When it is cooked, it can fill your stomach.

It's just a small matter. **He can practice the magic formula, so why is he afraid of this?

But the truth is often heartbreaking.

Looking at the meat that had turned black, Zane Shen resisted the urge to throw it away and took a bite.

Just a small sip.

"vomit..."

At this moment, an unprecedented experience of terror swept over him, making all his strong self-control vanish into nothing.

He just glanced over and vomited it all out.

I can't believe it!

The outside was burnt and blackened, but when you bit into the inside, it was still raw and bloody meat!

Zane Shen almost vomited out everything he had eaten at noon!

"Is the difference between people so great?"

He clearly remembered that Kai Pei used the same process when baking these things, except that he sprinkled some more seasonings from bottles and jars on top, and the result was almost the same as that of a chef in a restaurant.

But in my own hands...

It's impossible to eat.

Staring at the tragically dead silly roe deer in his hand, Zane Shen finally gained some self-awareness about his "cooking skills" and slowly let it go.

The fire in front of me burned very quickly and soon died down.

The mountain wind was very strong at night, whistling through the ridges.

Opposite is Bukong Mountain.

As soon as you look up, you can see the dim or bright lights on the hillside, spreading all the way to the top of the mountain, with a faint sense of splendor.

Zane Shen sat on a protruding rock on the other side of the mountain. The lights burning in the Tianji Zen Temple were reflected in his dark eyes.

The divine light flashes.

At the end, he sighed softly: "What a mistake..."

It shouldn’t be like this. It really shouldn’t be like this.

He was a hypocritical and shameless person. How come he had forgotten how to survive in this world after spending two days of leisure hiding in the mountains?

At that time, I really shouldn't have killed the ant.

It’s not because the ant had no grudge against him and should not be killed, but because the consequences of killing the ant were not something Zane Shen wanted to bear.

Knowing that the bald donkey is compassionate...

Why did he suddenly reveal his true nature in front of him?

When it is time to be hypocritical and pretend, you have to be hypocritical and pretend.

With his brows slowly furrowed, Zane Shen sat in the cold wind, thinking for a long time, and at the same time considering the possibility of his skills being quickly improved to Kai Pei's level within two or three days.

In the end, I chose to accept my fate.

"My hands weren't made for this kind of thing..."

Muttering something to comfort himself, he stood up, put out the fire in front of him which had already shrunk, and stepped on the sparks before returning along the same path.

It’s a very cold day and I’ve been out for a long time.

When Zane Shen returned to the bamboo house, the bowl of white rice that was originally hot had already gone cold. He picked it up and touched it, but felt unhappy and his mood became bad again, so he just put it back under the eaves.

So I lay on the Arhat bed and didn't sleep almost all night.

---Of course I'm hungry.

Fortunately, I am a martial artist, so it’s okay to skip a meal or two, or to skip a night or two.

But it's just a little uncomfortable.

And by the morning, the hunger had gradually passed, and apart from feeling a little weak, I didn't feel much else.

The monks still came at noon.

At that time, Zane Shen, who was bored, was sitting at the desk where he often copied scriptures, holding a brush and painting on the spread of rice paper.

The painting is of orchids.

A small clump.

Growing beside the mountain path paved with stones, the spreading leaves have a pure and noble character, and the surroundings are stained with ink-stained snow marks. The refreshing green orchid calyx blooms on the thin branches.

One, one, and another.

It was clearly the clump of spring orchids he saw when he followed the monk up the mountain that day but was blocked by the formation. It was called spring orchids, but they bloomed in winter, which means "signal of spring".

only...

There is something a little different in this painting.

A bunch of spring orchids. All the other flowers are in full bloom, except for the orchid in the center of the painting, which is still in bud.

The green orchid calyx is closed towards the middle.

It looked like a small lantern, but also vaguely like a prison, locking something inside and preventing it from coming out.

The whole painting was originally beautiful.

But this unopened orchid is really too eye-catching.

At first glance, he seems to be aloof and indifferent to everything around him. He is cruel, fierce, and lonely.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, I don’t care; no matter how colorful you are, I don’t care.

With a light stroke, the outermost orchid leaf was stretched out. Zane Shen looked at the painting silently, or rather the unbloomed orchid in the middle.

After a long time, I finally put down my pen.

The monk had actually been in the room for some time.

It was just that Zane Shen was painting, and he saw it, but out of courtesy he didn't disturb him. And after the incident of crushing the ant yesterday, there was really no need to disturb him.

He carried the food box and walked to the table.

Zane Shen almost subconsciously wanted to ask what to eat, but before he could ask, the monk had already brought out the food in the food box---

A bowl of white porridge and a plate of green vegetables.

It was exactly what he had eaten in the first two days after he woke up; even the bowl in which the porridge was served was unchanged!

This damn bald a**!

What's the meaning!

His pupils suddenly constricted, and a hint of dark hostility rose in his eyes again, but when he thought of the miserable state he encountered when he went up the mountain to find food last night, he could not help but suppress the urge to attack.

Reason overwhelmed anger.

So it becomes hypocritical.

Although Zane Shen wanted to slap the ungrateful bald donkey to death, he put on a faint smile on his face, as if he was apologetic, and said: "Master Bu Yan, I was blinded by evil spirits yesterday. I am very sorry."

...

This was the second time the monk had heard him apologize in those twelve days.

The fingers that were packing the food box paused slightly, and he stopped moving. His pupils, like a pair of dark jade wells, froze, and his light eyes passed over the scars on his palms, and then looked at Zane Shen.

He was wearing a pure black silk robe, which he had carefully mended with needle and thread a few days ago. The dark silver patterns on the sleeves and collar made it hard to tell what was going on.

The overall look is refined, with nipped cuffs.

Zane Shen, who was inside the house, was not wearing the dark purple crane cloak. His slender figure was outlined by a dark black leather belt embroidered with dark purple patterns, which showed off a beautiful waistline.

He didn't stand very straight, looking a bit casual.

He didn't look at all like the legendary demon leader, the cruel and ruthless devil who killed countless people. Instead, he looked like a leisurely young man strolling in the garden.

But her beautiful pair of phoenix eyes were gloomy, cold, and would not tolerate any offense.

He said "I'm sorry" and his expression seemed to be very apologetic.

But in these two eyes...

There was no trace of shame or remorse on his part, but instead a deep-seated cruelty.

The Buddha cut off his flesh to feed the eagle and gave his life to feed the tiger, all for the sake of the word "crossing", regardless of the danger; but the man before him was more ferocious than an eagle and more dangerous than a tiger.

If you are willing to cut your flesh and sacrifice your life, then it would be great if you can cross over.

If you fail to cross the river, you will be eaten by eagles and devoured by tigers, and your heart of Buddha will be ruined.

In this case---

There are many living beings in this world who are suffering and seeking liberation. Why do we have to save them?

waste time.

If you are obsessed with a thought and let it go, you will become a Buddha.

The monk stared at Zane Shen for a long time, his eyes were clear and bright, with a faint light of wisdom. Finally, he slowly shook his head, as if sighing that rotten wood is difficult to carve, and iron and stone are not warm.

He ignored his apology.

He picked up the food box and left as he came.