A Piece of Li Song Changting Twilight

Near Pingliang Mountain, there is a forest with a higher altitude. In the forest, there is a forest guard named Zeng Peilin.Zeng Peilin is 65 years old this year, and spent 45 years with this mountain forest. He never married, but every tree and grass in this forest are his wives and concubines, so his wives and concubines are more important than the emperor. And more.

For the government, this mountain forest is a headache left over from the previous dynasty, because it does not belong to the official property, but the private property of the local clan.In order to take back the fat of the mountains and forests, the government did not know how many brains were used, because there were too many complicated power backgrounds involved, and it took more than 100 years to solve it.There was once a county magistrate who was about to succeed, but was wasted by a paper order from Beijing.

Every three years, the owner of the forest will lead a large number of craftsmen to log and mine. Those are the busiest days for Zeng Peilin.But he didn't like it, because this excitement would take away many of his beloved wives and concubines.In addition to this big bustle, there will also be some small bustle in the forest from time to time, such as a thief sneaking into the forest to steal herbs.At this time, Zeng Peilin is just watching the situation. Some people will be driven out with sticks without mercy, some people will be turned a blind eye, and some people will even be...

"Hey, little monk, come here. It's almost Chinese New Year, and the old bone made some colorful hair for you, and put it in the firewood room. Go get it yourself." Zeng Peilin sat on the recliner in front of the hut by the forest, playing cattail fan Shout out to the young monk who is approaching from afar.

This is the season of autumn, and the ground is full of red and yellow fallen leaves, like a thick carpet, and the reclining chairs are creaking and shaking on the carpet, very leisurely.

The monk did not expose him, and smiled at him after approaching: "Happy New Year, benefactor."

Zeng Peilin laughed happily: "Hey, hey, happy new year, little monk."

The monk handed him a copy of "The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma" and walked into the woodshed by himself.Zeng Peilin touched the scriptures and laughed a few times: "Good thing, pass the time, it will be a new year soon!"

After a while, the monk came out with half a basket of herbs on his back: "Thank you Zeng benefactor."

Zeng Peilin put the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" aside, and waved his hands with a smile: "Hey, it's okay for the old bone to be idle anyway."

The monk walked along the edge of the forest with the medicinal materials on his back, and used the bamboo pole in his hand to push away the fallen leaves from time to time, carefully looking for what he wanted.Zeng Peilin followed him, his nose twisted in anger: "Hey, why are you a monk so dissatisfied? The old bone ran half a forest to pick you not enough Qianghuo?"

The monk looked back at him: "Oh? Half of the forest? Which half of the forest hasn't been picked yet?"

Zeng Peilin said awkwardly: "Go to the northwest to have a look. There are many wild animals there, and the old bones have not gone."

As soon as the monk turned around, he went northwest. Zeng Peilin followed him unhurriedly, gossiping: "Oh, you harvest the notopterygium every year, and the master sends people to collect the herbs in September. Only the notch living is missing. It's really hard to explain the old bones. What should I say? There is a kind of beast that eats Qianghuo in the forest?"

The monk's face was comparable to that of a city wall, and he said indifferently, "Hasn't Master Zeng been fooled?"

Zeng Peilin pretended to be heartbroken and stomped his feet: "Three years, how come the old bone has known you, a bad monk, for three years."

After a while, Zeng Peilin said in a low voice: "Little monk, you should gather more this year. It is best to light up all the notopterygium in this forest, and take away everything else. You can pick whatever is valuable. , The old bone will help you pick it! Next year... next year may not have this opportunity."

The monk looked at him in surprise: "What happened?"

Zeng Peilin smiled wryly: "I heard that the government invested a lot of money this time, and this forest will be returned to the public in February next year."

The monk frowned, and continued walking inside thoughtfully.

Zeng Peilin stepped on the fallen leaves and followed with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and said softly to himself: "The old bone has guarded this mountain forest all his life... Next year, next year, this life will come to an end..."

Arriving at the northwest edge of the forest, the monk took off the monk's stick on his back and held it in his hand, obviously much more nervous than before: "Almsgiver, follow me closely."

Zeng Peilin was not afraid: "Little monk, just take care of yourself. The beasts here are not grown up by old bones. They don't bite me."

The monk said: "Then why don't you come here to collect medicine?"

Zeng Peilin jumped up and gave him a shudder: "Insights! The old bones don't want to disturb them!"

After a while, a silver-haired wild wolf jumped out from the forest. The monk was about to beat him with a stick, but Zeng Peilin stopped him: "Don't hurt it!"

The wild wolf rushed over, but did not attack immediately, but circled around the two of them vigilantly.Zeng Peilin bent down to touch its head, but it avoided it.Zeng Peilin held out his hand again without giving up, this time the silver wolf did not refuse, and even sat down obediently to let his fur be touched after being touched twice.

Zeng Peilin smiled sadly: "I saved his life when it was a wolf cub ten years ago."

The monk silently put the longbow back behind his back.Now he felt that he should not be able to use that weapon.

The two wandered for two hours in the northwest of the mountain forest, planing all the roots of Qianghuo.Then Zeng Peilin sent the monk down the mountain.

On the way, Zeng Peilin asked the monk: "You have taken medicine for so many years, but his joints are not getting better?"

The monk sighed: "A few years ago, he was seriously injured - someone took his shoulder back and forth dozens of times, and it has become a habitual dislocation. Now he can take off his arm once with a bowl, and then put it back on by himself. The weather is slightly cloudy Some just rolled around in pain. There was a rainy season a few days ago, and the medicine was almost used up, so I will pick some more. In fact, this medicine can’t cure his injuries, but it can make him feel better."

Zeng Peilin jumped up and slapped him on the head with a cattail leaf fan: "The medicine is useless, you come to pick it every year?! You got it cheap and you are a good boy. It took three days for the old bone to collect half a box for you!"

The monk jumped up and down nimbly to avoid his attack: "Amitabha, be safe and don't be impatient."

Zeng Peilin stopped and hummed.In fact, he was still very willing to listen to the monk talk about that "him". The monk usually didn't talk much, and it was rare for him to choke himself to death when he said a few words, so he would talk endlessly when he talked about "him".

Ming Kong returned to the Dahe Temple on Pingliang Mountain after gathering the medicine, it was almost dark already.He ran to the kitchen, but the kitchen had already turned off the fire, so he had no choice but to go back to his monk's room hungry, and unexpectedly saw a bowl of cold noodles on the table.

After eating the vegetarian noodles with relish, he poured out all the medicinal materials in the basket, divided them into piles and tied them up, took two bags and started decocting them with familiarity.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and another monk came in, and saw Mingkong sitting in front of the stove fanning, frowning slightly: "Junior Brother Mingkong, are you going to collect herbs again?"

Mingkong rested his chin in one hand and yawned embarrassingly: "Yes, senior brother Mingjing."

Mingjing stood outside the door for a while, then walked in and closed the door, sighing: "Junior Brother Mingkong, I don't need these medicines..."

Ming Kong didn't look at him at all, and stared at the curling white smoke rising from the boiler with his eyelids closed: "Senior Brother Mingjing, Senior Brother Mingjing, Senior Brother Mingjing. You were the one who was in pain and yelled at me to sleep in the middle of the night. If you don't want to drink the medicine, it's okay It's gone." He threw away the fan, put out the fire in the stove with tongs, unbuttoned his clothes and turned on the bed, saying that if he didn't care about the medicine, he really didn't care.

Mingjing was stunned for a while, then shook his head and smiled, sat down and read the scriptures for a while, then quietly walked to the bedside to look at Mingkong.In fact, Ming Kong fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, sleeping very soundly and peacefully, unlike many years ago when he even slept frowning, and felt restless if he didn't hug something tightly.

Mingjing looked at it for a while, then blew out the candle and climbed onto another bed in the room.

At midnight, when the dew was deeper, Ming Kong was awakened by the groans beside him, turned over and sat up angrily, and lit a candle.He walked to the bedside of the guy who was clutching his shoulders and moaning, and found that he was sweating coldly, but unexpectedly he didn't wake up.

Ming Kong said coldly: "Don't think that I will lose my temper when I become a monk." He really wanted to kick the guy who was struggling in a painful dream to wake up, but when he made a move just now, he could hear Mingming groaning calling someone's name.

"Zhenqing... Zhenqing... Your Highness... it hurts..."

Ming Kong froze instantly.

That raving is more inclined to a coquettish feeling, full of dependence.And Ming Kong, who was still in the world of mortals many years ago, had heard this person speak to him in this tone countless times, but at that time he felt it was hypocritical.Now in a dream, it can't always be faked.

Ming Kong sighed, sat down on the head of his bed, covered his shoulders with warm palms, and rubbed them lightly.

"Hey, I heard that Wanyan Hongzang is dead, Wanyanzhao killed Wanyan Kai, and the Kingdom of Jin is in chaos. The emperor sent Xiang Yunlong to gather an army of [-] and march northward."

Mingjing didn't respond to him.

Mingkong rubbed his shoulders with his hands until he stopped moaning and didn't let go.

He looked at his thin back lying on his side: "Sometimes I would think..." After a long pause, he shook his head: "This is the best."

At dawn, he lay down again and fell asleep.

The next day, when Mingjing woke up, the first thing she saw was a bowl of steaming soup on the bedside.