It Rains in the Zen Room at Night, the Buddha Has Violated the Precepts

I married He Guojin, a Buddhist scholar in Beijing. He was ascetic and compassionate, and even recited scriptures when he kissed me. Until I found a wall full of photos of me in his locked Zen room - from my teenage years to my sleep last night. I turned around tremblingly, only to see him standing by the door twisting his prayer beads, his eyes scarlet red: "I saw it... Then tonight, I will love you as you are." Later, his twin brother, who was very similar to him but had a wild attitude, pressed me against the Buddhist hall, bit my earlobe and smiled softly: "Sister-in-law, guess... Is it my brother or me who chants sutras every night to achieve salvation?"