Longyang Anecdote

It is said that the ancient city of Jinling has always been a place where literati and inkmen want to look forward to prosperity. The business here is prosperous, and it is really full of traffic and crowds.

"Humanity Jinling is a wonderful place, but I don't know that there are monsters haunting the Zijin Mountain in the east of the city..."

Outside the city, at the foot of Zijin Mountain, in a tea shop, poor scholars and businessmen chatted nonsense, the owner of the tea shop was honest and honest, shook his head, thinking that the scholar came to deceive people again.

The hostess's wife was not easy to get along with, so she threw away the rags in her hand and spat at the poor scholar, "Go away, you are talking about monsters, I see you are the biggest monster, Zijinshan!" The king of the monsters, known as the king of liars."

Hearing this, all the traffickers and walkers laughed together, until the scholar blushed, pointed at the woman and said angrily, "You, you, you, ignorant women and children!"

The woman didn't argue with him, and cursed, "I have sold tea at the foot of the Zijin Mountain for more than [-] years. Besides you, a liar, where are there other monsters? If you can't afford tea, I will return to you." Go squat in the thatched hut, don't wander around here, nothing will disturb my business."

The scholar blushed, but he was not as aggressive as the woman, so he could only walk back muttering amidst the laughter of others.

After a while, I saw an old man sitting on the winding mountain road, lying on the ground, oh, the sky, the scholar walked up a few steps and saw that the man was already an octogenarian, but ten thousand Buddhas wrapped his body and his head It was clean and flawless, with only ring scars looking a little scary.

The scholar quickly helped the old monk, "Master, is there any discomfort?"

The old monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, unlike the old man next to him, who has a dreadful face, but looks white and fat, which is very gratifying.

The scholar took a closer look, then patted his thigh and said happily, "Aren't you that lame old man in Li Village? I remember that you like to peek at the women taking a bath by the river the most. How can you be that big boy who is cursing anger and sex?" Monk?"

After all, without waiting for others to react, he first laughed out loud.

Only then did the old man of Li Village realize that he was a poor scholar living in a ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.

The name of a poor scholar is Li Qingsong, and his family is completely destitute. Later, in order to get the number one in the Beijing examination, he bought the ancestral house left by his old man before his death and exchanged it for silver. The Taoist priest who came from Penglai Fairy Mountain.

The Taoist priest said that he met a dog demon by chance in Zijin Mountain, and fought with him for eight days and eight nights. Lost, now there is no magic of flying clouds and fog, begging the scholar to donate some money to let him go back to Penglai to find his senior brother, the ancestor Bodhi came to accept this dog demon.

The scholar was originally a dead book, he only knew how to read, but he didn't understand the world at all, he was stunned by the old Taoist, and gave all the money he had just exchanged to the old Taoist.

Ever since that time, the scholar told everyone that there are monsters in the Zijin Mountain...

Everyone in the village said that although he was always arrogant and arrogant, he always pretended to be disdainful to be with the rough people in the village, but they also pitied him for having no father and mother, so they cleared out a ruined temple at the foot of the mountain and asked him to do it. The incense lamp master who guards the temple, everyone in the village collects some money every month and sends it to him as wages.

Since the scholar moved from Li Village to the ruined temple, he called himself a hermit, and when he saw the folks in the same village, he also called them Li Village people with disdain.

That old monk is a local ruffian in Li village.

In his fifties and sixties, he hasn't gotten married yet, and he steals chickens and dogs all day long. According to the lady in the tea shop, even dogs despise them.

Knowing that he had no way out, he was so cruel that he shaved his head and became a monk.

Unexpectedly, he has to abide by the clear rules and precepts even if he is a monk. He recites sutras and Buddha every day, which makes him miserable. This time, he secretly took advantage of the opportunity of going out for alms, just thinking about getting out of this ghost place as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, he staggered and fell to the ground as soon as he descended the mountain, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

It was so easy to meet this heartless scholar, and hurriedly called out, "Scholar, come help me, it hurts so much!"

The scholar helped him up and took him to his ruined temple. The one hundred and eighty catties made him sweat profusely.

After finally putting him down on the bed, the scholar brushed off his old shirt with a big hole in disgust, and muttered in his mouth, "I didn't expect you, a rough man from the village, to stain my shirt."

The scholar has always been sharp-mouthed and bean-curd, and the old monk had a shy smile on his old face. The scholar looked bored and frowned and said, "I went to clean the Buddha statue and did my homework. You can just rest here."

After that, he turned and left.

The old monk didn't have to look at the scholar's back, his figure was quite romantic and enchanting, with a slender waist and upturned buttocks. Thinking of the scholar's white and tender flesh, and his handsome appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy .

He was already a cunt, and he had been an old monk in the mountains for so long, so he was very itchy. He heard that the nobleman in the city took pleasure in raising young men. Want to have a taste.

The old monk stretched his legs, tremblingly fell to the ground, and dragged a broken leg towards the front hall.

I saw the scholar holding a dilapidated old book, leaning against the rotten wooden window and reciting to the moon. He recited to the depths of his feelings, leaving two lines of clear tears, which made his fair cheeks more clean and seductive. She wanted someone to press him down hard, making his clear eyes turn red from crying.

The old monk became lustful and rushed towards the scholar, hugging the scholar's slender waist.

The scholar was originally experiencing the feeling in the book, and it was just the moment when he was feeling, but he didn't want to be slapped on the waist and screamed in fright.

The old monk caressed the scholar's upturned mounds with a pair of goose-skinned hands, panting incessantly, "Scholar, just follow me, I will make you ecstasy and refreshed."

Hearing this, the scholar almost felt sick, and accidentally kicked a piece of wood that had been unloaded from the window in a panic. He pushed the old monk away with all his strength, picked up the wood and slammed it on the monk's head hard.

I saw the monk fell to the ground in response, bleeding from the steep wound, and it flowed all over the ground in a short while.

The scholar held the wood in both hands, his face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and sweat wet his neckline along with his hair.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, the candle swayed twice, then stood still, only crackling, the scholar gave a strange cry, and finally dropped the wood, turned and ran out.

Out of the ruined temple.It didn't take long to enter Zijin Houshan, there is no one there all year round, even the pilgrims who go to the mountain to offer incense never come here.

The scholar ran wildly, and bumped into the back mountain by mistake. When he stopped to catch his breath, he realized that he couldn't find his way out.

At night, there were gusts of wind, which made the woods rustle, weeds were overgrown everywhere, and there were many ghosts. Maybe he had killed someone by mistake. Under the old tree closed his eyes and sobbed softly.

Just when he felt that life was hopeless, suddenly a big hand stretched out from the side and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Ah!" The scholar jumped forward in fright, and even managed to get up on his knees, but he was held by the ankle by that hand, and even though he kicked and kicked, he didn't let go. Eyes yelled, "Please, grandpa, let me go! Please, grandpa, let me go!"

"Why do you call me Grandpa?"

The scholar had already been frightened out of his wits, and he still didn't dare to look at it, so he covered his face and kept crying, "As long as you demand your life from me, you will be my grandfather."

The man burst out laughing, "Why do I want your life?"

Hearing this, the scholar came back to his senses, stopped crying abruptly, quietly put his hand aside, and looked out from there.

Seeing that the speaker was tall, with a thick back and a handsome face, he was wearing a tiger skin bunt with two big bones tied around his waist. He looked like a woodcutter when he was dressed, so the scholar felt that he was holding his ankle. The palm of his hand was hot, and it must not be that soulless thing. According to the book, that ghostly thing had a pale golden face and cold feet.

It's not like this person has such a strong yang energy and a sense of warm skin and flesh.

Only then did the scholar let go of his fluttering heart, and quickly hugged the woodcutter's strong waist, pleading incessantly, "Brother, please save me. For some reason, I ran into this back mountain and couldn't find the woodcutter." Way out, please brother save me."

The woodcutter thought for a while, then said, "Come with me."

The scholar let go of the big stone in his heart, and his frightened heart finally settled down, but his feet were weak, and he accidentally fell down and sat down.

The woodcutter stretched out his hand to help him stand upright. By the moonlight, he could see the scholar's appearance. Although it was dirty and blurred, it could not be concealed.

The scholar quickly thanked him, but secretly said that he finally met a good man, and God treated him well.

However, he refused to let go of the woodcutter's big hand, and just held it tightly. The woodcutter didn't care too much, lit a fire pocket to illuminate the road ahead, and led the scholar to walk slowly.

For some reason, the scholar only felt warm and reliable by the woodcutter's side, and he was not afraid of the eerie darkness behind the mountain at all.

After his heart settled down, the scholar looked at the woodcutter's back, and couldn't help but wondered, "I don't know where elder brother lives, but I've never seen you before."

The woodcutter said in a deep voice, "Hey", "I live here in the back mountain. There is no one in my family. I make a living by hunting and chopping firewood. It's normal if you don't know me, but I know you."

"Oh?" The scholar was a little curious. Could it be that he has read a lot of poetry and books, and his reputation has spread all over the world? Even the woodcutter who lives in the deep mountains and old forests has heard of his amazing talent. ?

Thinking of it this way, I felt somewhat complacent.

But he didn't want the woodcutter to say loudly, "There is a liar in Li village at the foot of the mountain. He was cheated out of his silver by an old Taoist, so he can only live in a ruined temple and become the incense lamp master. He talks about there are monsters in Zijin Mountain all day long. Is that you?"

Really made that book so angry.

But now he had to borrow the woodcutter to save his life, and the scholar didn't dare to lose his arrogant temper at will.

I had no choice but to follow the woodcutter forward.

But he didn't want the woodcutter to suddenly ask, "Have you ever heard of a dog demon?"

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