beg for chivalry

Before she knew it, Zuo Sanniang came to a small temple.

At this time, the crowds are gradually thinning out, and beside the mottled Zhuzhu is a sencha shop, the bamboo chairs are overturned, and the wooden tables are covered with dust.There was only a bench at the incense place, with a few copper coins and incense sticks scattered on it, and half of the paper lantern was trampled to pieces on the ground.Sanniang had stayed in Tongle Temple for a long time, so she naturally had a warm feeling towards the temple, and walked in like a demon.

This small temple is deep and dark, with the fragrance of water wafting from the gloom, and the distance is red and bright, and a benevolent face appears in the distance from the sky.It was Shi Kanyin leaning against a steep rock, holding a herb in his hand, and looking at the lotus.

There are incense ash and broken incense sticks scattered on the ground, and in the flickering light and darkness, the raised spines on the worship mat undulate like waves, accompanied by weak and mournful weeping.Several people in ragged linen cotton shirts and dirty towels slowly moved to the center of the worship mat and stood up with their palms down.

"Avalokitesvara gives disaster relief, and gives medicine to people..." On the sallow face, the two withered lips squirmed, with numbness and unexplained misery.

Several farmers threw copper coins into the lacquered red merit box.Looking closely, their faces are covered with horrific red spots, which are so loose that they seem to fall off at any time.Instead of looking for medicine, they used all the money they had left on them to buy incense and put it in the merit box.When San Niang saw it, she wondered, "Brothers, are you suffering from some kind of disease?"

The farmer said dejectedly: "If you know, you don't need to ask Guanyin for blessing here."

"Why don't you go to the medical center or pharmacy to get some medicine?"

Those sick men said: "Those are the places where big people go. Small people can't look down on illness, can't afford medicine, and yellow talismans can't afford to buy them. They can only light a few sticks of incense, and when the ashes are scattered, sweep some to soak Drink it in water."

"This is incurable..." Sanniang murmured.The peasants suddenly looked excited when they heard this, and asked like they were pouncing on a hungry tiger. "Does the girl know what kind of disease it is?"

Sanniang looked at the red spots on their bodies, and saw several deep depressions on the skin, with yellow water surging under the skin, which seemed to be broken at the first touch.Some people have epistaxis in the nose, red marks on the body, and dull and dim eyes.She had never seen such an epidemic before, so she shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Everyone seemed to be discouraged, and their shoulders collapsed.Someone scolded her and murmured: "Since I don't know what the disease is, why can I say that it can't be cured? Since there is no medicine available, it is better to ask the gods and ask the Buddha. Maybe the Bodhisattva is merciful and willing to enlighten me with nectar, so there is another one." way of life."

The temple was filled with misty cigarettes, and there were long bursts of sobs that seemed to come out of the cracked earthen walls. The weeping sound was itchy and uncomfortable in Sanniang's ears.Shi Guangyin flickering in the red candlelight, the cloth-shirted peasant woman who buried her face with her hands... Only in this dilapidated temple can they dare to enter the temple to burn incense, and spread the broken incense sticks and condense like flowers Yanyun, looking at these things, she suddenly felt sad.

Avalokitesvara closes his eyes, who will take the medicine?

She thought of the dense corpses collapsed on the steps in the Panlong Mountain, and Jin Shiba who smiled when he was dying in the Red Maple Forest.If gods and Buddhas had ears, they wouldn't be so ruthless and never extend a helping hand to the world.

The scene in the dream suddenly flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly understood what she was going to do.Zuo Sanniang regained her composure, turned around and walked outside the temple.

Some people say that the sill is the shoulders of Sakyamuni, so she stomped on the threshold a few times before leaving.

-

A roll of green curtains is half stretched, and a bright red begonia is folded on the head of the urn.In front of the restaurant, the servant in the purple shirt folded his hands and smiled, and the orchid with a face like a spring flower sang and danced gracefully under the wine, with bright yellow sleeves fluttering.

Around the railing, painted canvas eaves.The water pours down and interweaves into water curtains to separate the seats, and the guise of brightly colored silk strips is false and real in the water light.The soft and beautiful figures of dancers are swaying on the main corridor, and Zhang Shenbi's long table is placed inside the gauze curtain, and two figures in black and one white are sitting opposite each other on the side of the table.

Dressed in black was a young man with a pale complexion like a ghost.His eye sockets are deep, and the corners of his canthus are raised, showing a flying evil spirit; his deep blue eyes are like two pools of ink, with stormy waves lurking between them.Let this person look as sharp as a blade that cuts the wind and quenches the snow, yet still dignified and rigid.

The man in white wears a veiled bamboo hat and a snow suit, his hands and feet are soft and boneless, and even the most delicate orchid can't beat her thin willow posture.But his temperament is not close to feminine and feminine, but gentle and upright like a bright moon.

Jin Wu stared at the man in white with serious guard in his eyes.

Thinking of the man in white who just moved, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if a fire was burning in his waist, which made his skin ache.Because of the wrong side, Jin Wu was most afraid of being touched by others, so the intimate gesture of embracing him just now was enough to upset him for a whole day.

The man in white didn't know that Jin Wu was annoyed, so he clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Since the young master doesn't want to reveal his name, then I can report to my family. My name is Yu..."

Jin Wu interrupted him coldly. "…I am not interested."

He reached out of the curtain and waved, and Hu Ji greeted her with a smile on her waist.Their accents have a strong retroflex sound, and the words seem to pop out of their mouths one by one. "What wine and food do you want, guest officer?"

Jin Wudao: "'Tang Xia Mian' requires two fights."

The orchids looked at each other and said: "Guest officer, 'Tangxiamian' is the best wine, and it probably costs [-] yuan."

Seeing that these two people were plainly dressed and young, they didn't look like rich people, so they couldn't help but hesitated.

At this time a few gold ingots flew over and threw them into their arms, and the orchids were startled and cried out tenderly.Jin Wu said: "Sell two buckets of wine first, and the rest will be yours."

It's interesting to say that the worst thing he has is money, so much that he likes to use it to sharpen darts.Previously, he used broken silver to hunt birds, and was playing in the water by the stream, and was almost grabbed by the neck by the envious Jin Shiba.Jin Wu thinks that making money is easy, he only needs to wipe the neck of a wealthy businessman, and he can become rich. What he cares about is how to live and kill the wrongdoers - life is more important than money.

The white-clothed swordsman also cupped his fists in surprise when he saw how generous his hands were, and said, "This is so much money, I can teach you how to spend it."

Before returning to the case, Jin Wu frowned, deliberately put on a cold look, propped his chin and said, "...then how will you pay me?"

If it weren't for this person's hard work, he really wouldn't be sitting here drinking.The black-clothed Rakshasa was now full of thoughts on how to get rid of this annoying ghost, and his eyes were fierce, staring straight at the white-clothed man trembling all over.

The man thought for a while, and said: "I can't afford to pay so much silver at this time. But given time, I will be able to pay it off."

Jin Wu said: "I can't see that you, a poor ghost, are still dreaming of being rich. You want to order the most expensive jar of wine in the highest wine shop in Haijin."

The man in white smiled and said: "With high places and good wine, and beautiful women by the side, it can be called the most wonderful day."

Jin Wu took a look at the dancing girls whirling outside the gauze tent, with heavy make-up and silk flying, as if they were carrying the desert wind when they broke through the air, beautiful and strange.She really is a beauty.

When he turned around, he saw that the man in white was motionless, he had never seen those dancers, and the eyes behind the veil seemed to be staring at him intently, so he said in surprise that "beautiful woman is by the side", what "beautiful woman" refers to It's me!

"I... seem to have seen the young master somewhere." The man said slowly, with a slight smile in his words.

Jin Wuxin said that the faces of all the assassins in Houtianlou were exactly the same. This weird swordsman might not know where he had a relationship with some Houtianlou assassins, and he had seen their ghostly faces.

So he said with a blank face: "I saw it just now."

But the man in white suddenly put his arms on the table and leaned over to look at him.Jin Wu was so stared at, feeling that the veil was almost sticking to his face, he couldn't help but stare back.

"Could it be that the young master is from the Western Regions?" The man looked at him carefully for a while, and then asked suddenly. "At first glance, it looks almost the same as the people from the Central Plains, but the young master's eyes seem to have a bit of blue color, and the facial features should be deeper."

After hearing this, Jin Wu suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The man in white is right, he really looks slightly different from the people from the Central Plains.It is said that his mother was a Mughal from outside the important town of Hexi, escaped from the Khanate and came to the Central Plains, and married his father.Zuo Buzheng once told some of his past when he was unconscious, but Jin Wu can't remember clearly now.

His eyes are pitch black, but in the light there will be a little bit of clear blue.Although the hair is as black as the Han people, it is always slightly curled at the end, and when it hangs down to cover the eyes, it is messy and intertwined.

Seeing this, the man in white smiled and said: "...I'm being rude. It's just that I have a friend who looks like this, so I can't help asking."

For a while, the two fell into silence.

Jin Wu ignored him, pursed his lips and didn't want to speak.He was distracted, he never thought that talking to a stranger he had never met could involve his own life experience.

The man in white was still sitting upright, but he was a little impatient.So he put his hands on the back of his head, fell to the ground askew, crossed his legs and yawned.

Seeing him lying down, the swordsman in white got up in shock and said, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Jin Wu closed his eyes and said in a daze, "I don't feel comfortable anywhere."

He hadn't slept for several days in order to set up a tomb for Jin Shiba, and just wanted to take a nap and was woken up by this person, but now he was really drowsy, and he never wanted to look at the man in white again.

"What kind of disease is this?" The man actually asked seriously.

Jin Wu was extremely sleepy, talking nonsense: "...it's a disease that makes the eyelids so heavy that you can't lift them up."

Unexpectedly, the man in white said with concern: "Then I will sing a little song for you to listen to, and it will definitely make you look good and open your eyes easily."

As he said that, the man really sang Hang Zhi'er. This little song was originally a silly little song from the south, and the girls in the brothel often added some lewd words.

But listen to that person singing: "Pretty enemy, you want to kill me, I just came today. You are so happy, even hugging Yier, you are all pretty[1]..."

It's obviously an extravagant song, but the man in white sang it very carefully, even the monks who sang scriptures are not as good as him.

Jin Wuyue was getting more and more wrong, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he hugged him just now, blood rushed to his head, and immediately jumped up angrily to grab him: "Enough is enough! What are you singing about? "

But the man in white smiled and said, "It really works. I can see that you are much more energetic now."

--------------------

[1] Feng Menglong's "Hanging Branches" and "Embrace"