Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 237: On the Quick Way to Suicide
"What are you looking at?" Noticing Dugu Bufu's gaze, the girl Shu Hu who was sitting next to him immediately reached out and pulled Li Si's collar, glared at him and asked.
She inexplicably had a feeling that she had to be careful with this man, otherwise something strange might happen.
"Oh, sorry." Dugu Bufu's mind was still in a mess. When he was glared at by the tiger girl, he responded stupidly and turned his gaze away woodenly.
"What's wrong?" Li Si asked puzzledly as he looked at the Shuhu girl who was pulling his collar.
"You should be more careful too!" She turned around and said to Li Si with a look of disappointment. Then the tiger girl pulled Li Si's collar tightly, almost strangling him to death.
What should I pay attention to?
Breathing with difficulty, the expression on Li Si's face became more confused. What did I do? Complain about the hot weather?
In short, he couldn't come up with a conclusion. After Dugu Bufu and Shu Hunu left, he walked to the water tank beside the yard in a depressed mood, soaked a piece of linen in cold water, and applied it to his forehead.
Phew, I finally feel better.
After wiping his body with the linen cloth, Li Si walked out of the yard and went towards the kitchen.
The recent meals have all been prepared by Shuhu Girl. Seeing that she is in a bad mood today, I should go and help her.
He has always been a person who follows his heart. If the Tiger Girl adds a pinch of salt to the dish because of her mood, he won't be able to eat it. So it's better to keep an eye on it, which is always safer.
The dinner of that day was prepared by Li Si and Shu Hunu. There were not many dishes, but there were both meat and vegetarian options.
After calling Dugu Bufu, the old monk also came out of the Buddhist hall, which was rare for him, and had a meal with them.
After settling down in Jinshan Temple again, Li Si discovered that the old monk seldom ate or drank, and his meal intake was reduced to once every two days. Looking at him like this, Li Si realized that he had found the reason for his lack of appetite.
But Li Si didn't say much, because he thought that this might be a way for the old monk to suppress his inner demons.
Appetite is also a desire. If you can reduce the desire, you may be able to reduce the evil nature.
As for why the monk would sometimes come out to eat, Li Si could only make a not-so-good guess.
Perhaps, when he was having the fast, his devil nature was greater than his Buddha nature.
Dugu Bufu never knew the relationship between the old monk and Li Si. He only knew that the old monk was the person Li Si wanted to kill.
But from the past few days of getting along, it seems that the two of them don't seem like the kind of enemies who are determined to fight to the death.
He didn't quite understand the reason, but he didn't say anything. If Li Si didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask.
During the meal, the four people at the table seemed very quiet. Dugu Bufu and Shu Hunu didn't talk much, and Li Si was not in the mood to talk much.
Until the old monk took a look at the sword next to Li Si, he pondered for a moment and spoke.
"You found the sword, what is it called?"
Li Si's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, then picked up a piece of boiled meat and put it into his mouth, talking while eating.
"Deadwood."
He had already told the old monk this name once, and now he asked again , which was obviously not a normal situation.
"Rotten wood." The old monk repeated the name after a while, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his bowl, ate it with rice and said.
"It's a good name. It suits you very well."
Now, Dugu Bufu and Shu Hunu's attention were both drawn over.
Although they didn't know the old monk very well, they all knew that monks should not eat meat.
Dugu Bufu didn't think much about it, he just thought, maybe this old monk was a wine-drinking and meat-loving monk?
But Shu Hu Nu had heard Li Si mention the old monk's situation, and almost subconsciously, she reached out and grasped her sword.
"Don't worry." The old monk's gaze instantly fell on the tiger girl, and he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"I just showed up to show my face. He won't let me do anything to you."
The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became quiet.
Until the old monk lowered his head and looked at the table again and said.
"Okay, let's eat. It's such a good dish, don't waste it."
Li Si looked at the man deeply, nodded and said.
"Well, let's eat."
He knew that he couldn't act impulsively at the moment and he should trust the old monk more.
At least for now, it seems that this inner demon cannot do anything wrong.
But if he takes action now, the other party will most likely fight to the death, which will only result in a lose-lose situation.
Moreover, not to mention that Shu Hunu and Dugu Bufu were still nearby. Even if Li Si was the only one here, he didn't want to draw his sword against the old monk until the last moment.
Because he believed that the old monk would create a suitable opportunity for him if he really wanted him to do it.
This is what he knew about the old monk. This man would never let his inner demons run wild.
In the ancient temple, the four people didn't say another word.
After dinner was over and the dishes were cleared away, everyone got up and left. Li Si sat in front of the hall and silently polished his sword.
The sword called Kuchiki.
The sword has no blade, no carvings, and no decoration at all. It is just a sword, but it doesn't look like a sword.
The hilt feels a bit heavy when held in the hand, much heavier than an ordinary sword.
After the scabbard was drawn, the dark blue sword body could not reflect any light or shadow. Standing under the moonlight, it seemed like a solitary shadow, with no one knowing where it came from and no one knowing where it would disappear.
This sword was forged inexplicably, but it also inexplicably fits Li Si's wishes.
The sword was forged in a hurry, which is why it is so crude.
Li Si sat under the eaves, facing the moonlight behind the ancient tree, wiping his sword while thinking.
"Today, the monk was a little strange." At this moment, a voice suddenly came from him.
Li Si looked back and saw Dugu Bufu standing behind him.
"Do you really not need my help with anything?" Looking at Li Si who turned around, Dugu Bufu asked again.
"No need." Li Si withdrew his gaze and continued to wipe the sword.
"This is a matter between him and me, I don't want to involve others."
“…”
"Yeah." After a moment of silence, Dugu Bu responded, then hesitated for a moment, looked at Li Si and said.
"So, have you always been like this?"
"How is it?" Li Si asked doubtfully, obviously not knowing what Dugu Bufu was talking about.
"Don't show your true face to others." Dugu Bufu said lightly.
What he was talking about, of course, were the wrappings he saw during the day and the things that he thought were covered up by Li Si.
"True face?" Li Si frowned, then relaxed his brows, wiped the sword in his hand and answered.
"Whether you believe it or not, what you see now is my true face."
"Whoosh." A breeze blew by, and the candlelight in front of the hall swayed, causing the human figure illuminated by the firelight to tilt slightly.
Dugu Bufu didn't say anything else, but just looked at Li Si quietly. After a long time, he put down the sword in his arms and spoke.
"In that case, I won't ask any more questions."
He felt that he had understood Li Si's situation, that he had simply taken a wrong path.
Failure to recognize oneself will certainly hinder one’s spiritual practice.
Thinking he had figured out everything, Dugu Bufu felt a lot more open-minded.
Considering their past friendship, he would try to help Li Si once, but if he couldn't help, he would not do anything unnecessary.
Because in his own opinion, there was only the sword in his heart after all. Now that he had finally let go of his doubts about Li Si, he became more certain of this matter.
Dugu Bufu left, and that night he wrote a letter to Yan Jinling, the person who, in his opinion, was the best at hanging out with women.
In the letter, he only asked Yan Jinling one thing:
What can be done to make a woman understand that she is a woman?
