My little gong will have a baby

It just rained last night, the air outside is very fresh, and the mountains are covered with mist. Occasionally, there are monks carrying water on the mountain roads. They have to walk carefully to avoid slippery roads and wrestling.

"Hey, what did you say happened to Master last night?" Two young monks were tired and sat on the moss-covered stone steps to rest, using bamboo hats as fans while chatting.

The other young monk couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words: "Did Master Wan eat too much tofu? I'm out of my mind."

"Yeah, how could there be such a bad thing?" The two of them laughed together, their voices gradually blurring.

On the top of Junfeng Mountain, there is a Huguo Temple. Whenever there are major festivals, there will always be a grand sacrifice ceremony.

Today is the important autumn ceremony of worshiping heaven and praying for blessings. Early in the morning, all the monks in Huguo Temple got up, swept the floor and sprinkled water, and closed the road down the mountain to prevent ordinary people from entering at will.

The presiding officer changed into a golden silk red silk cassock early in the morning, and wore soft-soled satin shoes on his feet. A monk dressed so decently, in order to welcome the general who came to worship the heaven.

The wooden fish was knocked loudly by the host, and a ten-year-old monk hurriedly ran over to whisper a few words into the host's ear.

The hand knocking on the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and the host widened his eyes and yelled at the little monk: "He hasn't gotten up yet!"

The little monk was terrified, nodding his head like garlic.

The host put down the wooden stick for knocking on the wooden fish, and lifted his cassock, for fear of getting it dirty, walked through a maple forest, passed a small bridge, and a small green tile house appeared in front of him.

The host pursed his mouth and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Master Wan? Master Wan?"

No one answered inside, the host coughed lightly, and continued to knock on the door harder: "Master Wan!! The general is about to arrive, you...you have to hurry up and get ready!"

There was still silence inside, the host had a bitter face, he almost knelt down for Master Wan.

The door was opened a crack, and Ji Wan's weak voice came from inside: "I don't want to see people today."

"You can't say that, it's different today! The general came here today and appointed you to meet him!" The host was a little hysterical, and if this matter were to be messed up, his head would be lost.

"But I, I'm really not suitable for meeting people, you find someone else to replace me!" He wanted to close the door, but the host widened his eyes and stuck his fingers in. With a cry, Ji Wan was startled, and was quickly squeezed in by the host. inside the house.

A white cloth was covering Ji Wan's head, and he staggered a few steps back after being made unstable by the host's actions.

Raising her hand to stabilize the white cloth above her head, Ji Wan faltered and said, "I... I won't go out even if I die!"

What a joke!When Ji Wan first passed through, she really didn't expect that the so-called major demerits would be in this form.

Touching my hairless scalp, I don't even feel scum, and my bald head can even reflect light.

When Ji Wan first faced her bald head, she really wanted to die. In order to punish him, the higher authorities made him bald in this world, or the kind of bald head that would never grow hair.

It directly cut off Ji Wan's little thought of sneaking out of the temple to grow hair, it was so fucking, it made Ji Wan dare not look in the mirror.

The hero of this plane is General Chu, and this is Fengchao, a country where maple leaves are everywhere all over the country. It is strange to say that, in Ji Wan’s cognition, maple leaves are only red in autumn, but in Fengchao, a year The four seasons are full of red maple.

Although the Feng Dynasty is a traditional dynasty, with an emperor and a queen, the actual ruler of the world is General Chu Nanzhu.Regardless of whether it is economic, political or military power, they are all under the control of the General's Mansion, and the royal style of the imperial capital has become a decoration, an empty shell or a joke.

Therefore, even such important activities as offering sacrifices to heaven are performed by generals every year.

It is rumored that Chu Nanzhu is a man with three heads and six arms, his face is like a fierce god Rakshasa, he can kill 3000 enemies at a time on the battlefield, and it is also rumored that he is not good at x, but if anyone dares to discuss this matter, he will be stripped and his tongue cut. He is a living fierce god in the world. When a child is crying, many mothers will tell their children that General Chu is here! General Chu is here!This stops the baby from crying.

The new Master Wan from Huguo Temple is very famous for his fortune-telling, fortune-telling and fortune-telling skills. This year, Mrs. Liu, the steward of General Jitian's Mansion, personally arranged for Master Wan to help the general with fortune-telling and fortune-telling.

The host didn't dare to offend the general's mansion, so he could only make offerings to Master Wan's big Buddha.But for some reason, Master Wan has been acting strange since yesterday, and has been arguing to find his hair. He needs a hair.

But he is not the lady of the nobility, the wigs are needed for all kinds of beautiful buns they wear.

Where can I find it for him in the temple, and this is a violation of the precepts, so naturally it is impossible to find it for him.

"Hmph, now you know the pain of not having hair." Uncle Scud sneered in his mind: "When my hair disappears, I will be ten thousand times more sad than you."

Ji Wan didn't answer him, his mind is full of thoughts now?I'm bald, I'm gone, I'm dead.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, hurried footsteps came from outside, and the young monk was ordered to run quickly to the host and said: "The carriage of the general has arrived at the foot of the mountain, the host needs to go out quickly to pick up the guests."

The host stroked the folds of his clothes, coughed lightly, rubbed his fat hands, and smiled like a dog: "Master Wan, I'll leave it to you later."

"Ah I……"

Seeing that he refused to eat the soft ones, the host decided to use the hard ones, with a serious face: "If you are not good, you will lose your head when the people in the general's mansion blame you."

Ji Wan was taken aback by his gloomy expression, so he had no choice but to nod.

But the reason he was willing to accept was not because of the general's fearfulness, but because the general Chu Nanzhu was the hero of this world, and Ji Wan really had to get close to him to give birth to him.

In contrast, Uncle Speedy laughed very loudly.

The circling mountain road is rugged and narrow, and the imposing marching column of the General’s Mansion can only stop in front of the mountain gate. The general’s black horse pulls a pure black carriage. The four sides of the carriage are painted with the family crest of the Chu family, which are four fiery red maple leaves. , There is an iron bell hanging on the side of the carriage. I heard that the carriage pulled by the horses of the General's Mansion is so smooth that even the bell will not be rang.

A bony hand stretched out from the black car, and Wei Du knelt on one knee beside him: "General, Huguo Temple has arrived."

"Ah."

That hand lifted the black cloth backhand, and a tall and straight man jumped steadily to the ground. He was dressed in black and had a black iron sword at his waist. General Chu Nanzhu habitually attached his hand to the sword. Lifting his eyes slightly, looking at the endless mountain road, he softly said to Wei Du: "Go."

After all, he took Wei Du alone into the maple leaf forest surrounded by mist.

In addition to being gorgeously dressed, the host also wore a hat inlaid with sapphires on his head, arranged his posture, and stood with his head held high at the gate of the temple.

The previous general Chu Zongyi passed away last year. This is the first year that the eldest son Chu Nanzhu succeeded to the throne. The host only heard rumors that he was very fierce. He didn't know what kind of person he was, so he was a little nervous.

Not long after, I saw two figures walking in the clouds. When the two got closer, the host squinted and saw that the black clothes had four maple leaves with the Chu family's pattern on them, and there were no other valuable things besides. decorate.

The host raised his eyebrows, and made a false bow: "Dare to ask the two guards, when will the general arrive?"

Chu Nanzhu didn't speak when he heard the words, but just looked at his whole body without leaving any traces, then turned his eyes away and looked at the maple leaves in the distance.

Wei Du didn't speak behind Chu Nanzhu. The host saw that the servants of the Chu family were so arrogant, and felt that he was a bit ashamed as the host of Huguo Temple, even if he was the Chu family, the guards were nothing more than slaves.

The host winked at the young monk next to him, who understood, and shouted loudly: "Bold, why don't you answer the host's question!"

All of a sudden, all the monks in charge looked over with contemptuous eyes, except for a sweeping monk who was doing his job, he only cared about his work.

Chu Nanzhu didn't seem to have heard or seen such a situation, he approached the maple tree closest to him, picked a dewy maple leaf casually, and said in a casual tone: "Host , After so many years, I never imagined that you could live so comfortably."

The host's heart skipped a beat. He looked carefully at the young man holding the maple leaf, and suddenly his eyes locked on his sword, because the red maple black iron sword, which only the generals of the past, was wearing at the moment was on his waist.

No mistake, this sword host was only seen on the waist of the previous general, and the host was so frightened that his legs were weak.

Chu Nanzhu approached slowly: "Master, when I was eight years old, you were still a little monk in coarse cloth and broken wooden shoes. I never thought that I hadn't seen you for more than ten years. You were also covered in silk and satin. It seems The incense in Huguo Temple is really strong."

The host bent his waist as hard as possible: "No, no, no, the Huguo Temple is just praying for the country and the people, and money is just something outside of the body."

"Oh, really?" Chu Nanzhu played with the maple leaf in his hand.

Host: "General...General...the auspicious time is coming soon, you...you can enter the hall quickly, and enter the hall to pray for blessings!"

"It's not in a hurry," Chu Nanzhu put the maple leaf into his clothes: "Wei Du."

"Subordinates are here."

"Catch it up and take it down the mountain to feed the dogs."

"Yes!"

Wei Du moved quickly, the host was tied tightly by him, his mouth was also gagged, and his frightened voice could only slowly escape a little.

The general stepped over the threshold and entered the main hall. The other monks were scared to death by this scene. Chu Nanzhu casually pointed to a young monk with a broom: "You, chant sutras for me and preside over the sacrifice to heaven."

The broom monk heard the words, his face was pale, and his hand holding the broom was shaking.

Then the monk trembled and walked to the place where he was ashamed, put his hands together, and chanted sutras.

Chu Nanzhu closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the futon. The sound of wooden fish and chanting in his ears made him more and more annoying. In the past, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven would last five hours, and he was already impatient at the beginning.

Chu Nanzhu opened his eyes and said loudly: "Shut up!"

For a moment, the hall was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling.

Chu Nanzhu kicked the door open without looking back: "The sacrifice to heaven is over, Weidu, let's go back."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to go down the mountain. Wei Du quickly walked behind him, and reminded him in a low voice: "General, Madam told me before leaving to see Master Wan."

"No." Chu Nanzhu refused without even thinking about it.

"But Madam Liu..." Wei Du hesitated, "Madam said that if you don't go, all the soldiers under you will be punished for three days."

The punishment Mrs. Liu mentioned was not something ordinary people could bear. If the soldiers were punished for three days, they would either die or be disabled.

Chu Nanzhu stopped, and there seemed to be some unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but the last words seemed to admit his fate, and he turned to Wei Du and said, "Take me there."

*

In front of Ji Wan is a screen with a few red maple leaves embroidered on it. Ever since he came to this world, Ji Wan has always seen maple leaves on various things, and he is really tired of seeing maple leaves.

He knelt and sat on the mat, his legs were numb. After waiting for a long time, why hasn't the hero of this world come yet?

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a bang, Ji Wan was startled, and suddenly realized that a small piece of her cassock was caught in the screen.

He was so nervous that there was a tall and straight figure sitting behind the screen, and Ji Wan pulled out his clothes vigorously.

The screen tilts to the left—

Ji Wan's pupils shrank slightly, their eyes met each other, and time stood still in a trance.

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