Shangyuan Tour

In the year of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, behind the praises and praises from all over the world, killings also happened quietly.All the famous families who were involved in the seizure of the throne were ransacked and exterminated overnight by the emperor's personal soldiers. The severed heads piled up at the entrance of the market and piled up into hillocks. When the rain drenched, black blood stained half of the market.

It doesn't matter that Wei Shiru was originally a down-and-out cleanser, but he was also involved in this turmoil for no reason, and was arrested and thrown into prison. His only son Wei Yu was stubborn and unworthy since he was a child, because he crawled over the gate of the theater to listen to people singing. Bewitched, escaped a disaster unknowingly.When the boy came home after dark, he saw that the room was pitch black and the stove was cold. He went out to inquire and found out that something had happened to his father, so he turned around and ran to his uncle, Master Yan, who butchered pigs for a living.

Yan Dasu never looked down on Wei Shiru's poor appearance, so he reluctantly spent some money to trust his relationship, and led Wei Yu to the prison to see his father for the last time.

It was cold and damp in the prison, and the big rats were bullying people, scurrying around blatantly.

If the guard saw his only son's face painted black with charcoal, but his twinkling eyes were looking around, he didn't take it seriously, he was extremely worried, and after telling Yan Daxian to avoid it, he picked up a sharp-edged stone and scratched it across his right face Dozens of slaps were made, bloody skin and flesh flying, Wei Yu was so painful that his eyes burst into tears, but he bit his lip and stiffened so as not to make a sound.

Master Wei Rufang said: "Very good, they are the blood of my Wei family."

Wei Yu sobbed aggrievedly, his face was sore and hot, and he didn't dare to scratch it, fearing that his father would reprimand him again. At this moment, he also realized that something was unusual, and asked his father in a crying voice if he was going to die.

Wei Shiru nodded and said: "Father is about to die, you have to remember that men don't rely on their appearances to make a living, they must have great knowledge in their chests and stomachs, and they are not allowed to live in ignorance."

Wei Yu answered, wiping away tears, and just said a few more words, when the inspecting jailer came and kicked him out of the prison.

He wanted to take a last look, but Father Wei only showed him his slender back, which stood upright like a bamboo pole, as if he had the determination to die.

Let's say that Yan Da saw Wei Yuguang coming out with his hands at the prison gate, and asked his father what he said. Wei Yu scattered his hair to cover his injured face, and said nothing with his head weeping.Yan Da originally thought of gaining some benefits, but seeing that Wei Shiru didn't leave a message for his son before he died, he knew that he was a poor man, suddenly became malicious, and wanted to send this boy to the yamen to report in exchange for two rewards.

Both of them kept their minds on something and kept silent, and walked for a while, Wei Yu suddenly pointed to a group of people in the middle of the street who were playing suona and playing gongs and exclaimed: "It's amazing, here comes the high official again!"

Yan Da stretched out his head to watch the excitement, so he might as well slip his hands, the Wei family kid disappeared into the crowd like a loach.

It turned out that his father confessed again in the cell: Uncle's power is not worth entrusting, and he needs to be careful.

After Wei Yu survived the second catastrophe in his life, he ran to the deserted mass grave in one breath, and shaved all the hair on his forehead with a broken porcelain bowl according to his father's last words. He was unsteady, and he got a bloody shaved head, which made him barren for many years.

Eight years later, the new emperor first won the joy of the emperor's son, and ordered an amnesty for the world, and Wei Yu's name was quietly erased from the arrest warrant.

It's a pity that he has already changed his new identity and is active in Shannan Town thousands of miles away, and he has no knowledge of this matter.

On this day, the great philanthropist in Shannan Town, Mrs. Zhong, died suddenly. His widowed daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhong Li, invited monks from Nanbao Temple to chant sutras, and one of them was a [-] or [-]-year-old young monk with an ugly scar on his face.

He has changed his secular name to Shi Chengming, and his dharma name to Kongji.

He said he was a monk, but due to the remote location of Shannan Town since ancient times, he was rarely educated by saints and eminent monks. The monks of Nanbao Temple only came to chant scriptures for business, and went home to farm when they had nothing to do, and there were also some who raised wives and children.

Shi Chengming is playful and lively, and has long forgotten most of the difficult things in his family back then. What his father told him before he died, "You are not allowed to spend your days in turmoil" has become nonsense, and he leads a group of bare-bottomed children to go crazy and make noise in the town every day , When I was hungry, I took out the broken bowl in my arms and pretended to beg for alms, and read a few incomprehensible scriptures with a hippie smile.When he was older, he followed a few ruffians to call him brothers, peeked at the big girl taking a bath, listened to the corner of the little widow, and grinned with a half ugly face that brought out a bit of obscenity.

Let’s say that Mr. Zhong’s salvation lasted until the fourth day, and the brothers went home because they missed the farm work at home, and asked Shi Chengming to stay alone in the mourning hall and not to be lazy.

He knocked on the wooden fish and fell asleep in the middle of the night, huddled up with the pillars for a nap, and felt the cold draft in the hall, so he went to the back of the mourning hall to find a blanket to cover the cold.After walking for a long time, I didn't know where to go. There was a light on in a wood house in front of me, and the sound of whipping and shouting came from inside from time to time.

When Shi Chengming became curious, most of his drowsiness dissipated immediately. He went to the crack of the door and peeked in. He saw a man with a big arm and a round waist holding a whip high and whipping it down. The man below curled up into a ball and trembled violently, but bit his lip and didn't even groan.

For some reason, this scene touched Shi Chengming's mind, and after a few more glances, he left.The next day he went out pretending to look for a latrine and strolled to the firewood room. There was a half-dead child lying on the bed, staring at a bowl of dirty sewage beside the bed.

Shi Chengming was moved with compassion, took the bowl of water to feed him, and asked him about his life experience, how did he end up in this situation.The child looked at the ugly scar on his face vigilantly, and felt that it was so hideous that he was not a good person, and would rather die than open his mouth.

So I went to see him secretly for two more days. The child knew that he was a monk who recited sutras, so he let go of his guard, so he told Zhong Li that he was the illegitimate son of the Zhong family. Come to beat him, torment him without food and drink, as if he wants to make him die early, and in the future he won't get a penny and a half from the Zhong family.

Although Zhong Jiumao was only eleven or twelve years old, he had a gloomy and strong personality and refused to show weakness. After being beaten for several days in a row, he almost couldn't catch his breath and died.

What he said made Shi Chengming sigh endlessly, frowning and worrying: "It's better to die than to live. In this case, you should run for your life as soon as possible."

Zhong Jiuqian said sadly: "I have no one to rely on, and the world is boundless, so where can I go?"

After all, both of them were inexperienced children, and couldn't think of an idea for a while, so Shi Chengming made an agreement with him to take him away in the chaos when the brothers from Nanbao Temple evacuated the next night, and hide in the temple for a few days first. Besides.

It was night, after the little monk was busy with chores, he came to pick him up as promised, and helped him climb up on his back to take him away, but the door was kicked open suddenly, and the thick whip whipped man passed by to fetch firewood, and he saw him clearly. He was also an evil slave who deceived his master, so he shouted loudly and beat the two of them with a horsewhip.

Shi Chengming was whipped and hurt to the bone marrow, and the person on his back was overturned with an "oops", and the man hit Zhong Jiumao on the head and face again.

At this moment, Zhong Jiumao was heartbroken and cold-blooded, thinking that his own death was approaching, sobbing and crying.

After crying a few times, the strong man in front of him suddenly bled from his forehead, his eyes widened, and he was frozen on the spot as if he had been immobilized. Later, when Shi Chengming saw this, the hammer in his hand came up again. Hitting on the neck, the strong man fell to the ground with a "plop", and died after moving his fingers.

Zhong Jiuba opened his mouth wide, frightened out of his wits.

Shi Chengming was also dumbfounded, just now blood rushed into his head and he didn't think so much, the attack was too ruthless, this person seemed to be dead.

Although it is common for monks to go beyond the law, and I am used to seeing dead people, but when I think that this person was lost by me, after death, I may not know how long it will take to haunt me. "Dead, dead, let's run away!"

Zhong Jiuba didn't care about the pain from the wounds all over his body anymore, he got up and pulled him, and ran away. After only two steps, he retreated, and took the ax for chopping firewood, and slashed hard at the strong man's crotch. It was bloody and bloody, and the bones were turned out. Kneeling beside him, he vomited a few mouthfuls of acid water, and then he struggled to get up, and the two boys ran for their lives.

It should also be the road to heaven and earth. Not long after leaving the town, I met an old pilgrim from Nanbao Temple, surnamed Tan, who was riding a carriage. His teacher Cheng Ming often joked with him on weekdays, and old man Tan was deceived by him for a moment of kindness. , the host who sent him to a remote village to find alms for alms, and after sending him to a village that no one knew, Shi Chengming pulled Zhong Jiumao and jumped down to say goodbye.

The whole journey was endlessly wandering and embarrassing, half begging for help, half starving and walking for more than ten days. Zhong Jiumao couldn't eat enough when he was about to grow and grow. Gloomy and weird, he often sleeps until midnight and then sits up straight, staring at Shi Chengming in a daze.

Shi Chengming accidentally woke up and looked into Shang Wushen's eyes, sweating all over with fright, and asked him what was going on, Zhong Jiumao said quietly, dreaming that the man came back to claim his life.

The two were still afraid, shivering and huddled next to each other to keep warm, and finally hugged each other, listening to the breath of the living, and gradually fell asleep again.

That day, when he walked under a tree with a crooked neck in the wilderness, Zhong Jiumao was so hungry and cold that he leaned against the tree trunk and refused to move a step.

Shi Chengming couldn't help it, so he said: "There is a distant cousin in the town in front of me who I ordered a baby kiss when I was a child. If he hadn't died that year, he would be a wealthy family now. It shouldn't be a problem for us to ask for a meal."

Zhong Jiuqian was used to his rascal, mischievous and poor appearance, and he thought that he was hungry and dizzy talking nonsense, so he asked, "Since it's my cousin, why don't you recognize him?"

Shi Chengming said, my father died because of that crime, if he confessed to this cousin, wouldn't it be harming him?What's more, the human relationship is cold and warm, I only met once when I was young, and the other party didn't necessarily recognize him, so I kept silent.

Zhong Jiuqian said again: "Sell me to an opera singer, my age is just right, and I'm thin, maybe someone will take a fancy to it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped hard on the face.

After Shi Chengming finished beating, he regretted something in his heart. He thought why people who are hard-fated should treat him like this, and then embraced him with red eyes and said: "My father said that men don't rely on their faces to make a living. If we are hungry together If you die, you will have a companion on the road to Huangquan, even if you meet that person's wronged soul, you won't necessarily suffer, so what is there to be afraid of?"

With tears on Zhong Jiuba's face, he quietly put down the stone at his side again—that year when he turned around and made a few axes to the dead man, he could tell that he was a narrow-minded man who would take revenge, Shi Chengming just slapped the dead man, He thought of killing this man.