Jinan Sea

[Cross the sea of ​​suffering with the boat of wisdom, and save the people from the sea of ​​suffering with the heart of helping the world.

A man should save all the people from their difficulties, and should not be obsessed with music and body games.

——Big Mirror Wang Yanqi]

"The distant view of the isolated city is full of blue sky, and only Ge Yun can be seen flowing in the sky", which refers to the large plain scenery between the Central Plains and the coast of the South China Sea.This area has a hot climate, lush vegetation, and a beautiful scenery of "wild mountains, warm Li River, high sky and bright autumn moon".

Near the outskirts of the city, there are many pedestrians coming and going on the mountain road, including merchants traveling from south to north, scholars on outings, and nearby villagers and farmers.

A horse team galloped over the mountain road.The leading man was wearing a black policeman's uniform, with a rough appearance and a saber hanging from his waist, leading a group of policemen to gallop past.

The mountain road is crowded with people, and the horse team forcibly drives away the passers-by.Some arrogant passers-by raised their faces to scold, but they shut up when they saw the approaching person.That was Chief Inspector Feng and chief arrester of the government office of Guangji Dajun, who was responsible for "catching thieves and interrogating traitors and hypocrites".

People obstructed the road, and the head catcher Feng was so anxious that he wanted to whip people. Behind him, a blue-clothed young catcher persuaded: "Inspector Feng, it's important for us to send the news of the robber's attack. Don't delay on the way."

An old man was too slow to hide, and the horse charged straight at him.People screamed in unison, a person suddenly jumped by the side of the road and grabbed the reins of Mr. Feng's head-hunting horse.

Taking advantage of the situation, Catcher Feng stopped his horse and exclaimed: "Who is stopping me?" But he felt relieved, whipping passers-by to fight for the road is a trivial matter, and it is bad luck if people die.

"Forgive me, Mr. Feng. This little old man has never seen a high-ranking official in Guicheng. His eyesight and legs are slow, and Xiaomin helps him avoid it. Mr. Feng arrests the head, why don't you hurry up and hunt down the robbers, why waste time with ordinary people?" The man shouted loudly.

Feng Baotou's face changed drastically: "What are you arresting, big thief? What nonsense are you talking about, who are you?"

The person blocking the way is wearing a gray and white Confucian robe and a blue Confucian crown, with a white face and beardless, high eyebrows and fine eyes, with a sharp look of eagle beak and kite eyes.Strange to say, people can't see his age, experience and identity, he seems to be in his early twenties and in his forties, he looks like a Confucian scholar and a monk, full of weirdness.

The person who blocked the way laughed: "I am a Confucian scholar who has traveled the world. I have received great love from the heavens, and I have always envied Guangji City, the richest place in the world. Warn the citizens of the city that the robbers are coming."

Catcher Feng was so startled that he raised his knife and slashed down: "Nonsense! There is only one enlightened king in the world, and the big robbers dare not come to Guangze. I think you are the big thief who came to bluff."

His long-handled steel knife with an iron-covered copper core, which weighed a hundred catties, hit the Confucian scholar's forehead.The Confucian scholar dodged away.

The blue-clothed young man quickly tried to dissuade him: "Master Feng, this man is scaring us. It is important for us to follow the trail of the robber."

Passers-by also clamored: "Scholar shut up. Mad demons and bandits are raging the capital, where will Guangji come?"

The Confucian scholar laughed: "The thieves harmed the country, and the thieves harmed the country even more. The Ziqing Dynasty is about to perish, and the world is still confused. Sigh! You haven't awakened to believe in my new holy religion earlier? I taught the saints to say it. Today you two see I will definitely get off my horse!"

It is the remnant of the cult "Xin Shengjiao"!Catcher Feng suddenly woke up, and the cops were also shocked.Emperor Ziqing and the princes from all over the world took strict precautions against the resurgence of the cult, and those who caught the cult would have to light the sky lanterns at midnight.Inspector Feng immediately ordered people to arrest him. The Confucian scholar raised his hand, and the green horse he was riding knelt down on its front legs with a long hiss, and he fell off the horse's back unexpectedly.

He did get off the horse.The passers-by were shocked and laughed.The blue-clothed young man hurriedly calmed the frightened horse, and just about to jump off the horse to catch the Confucian scholar, his figure suddenly froze on the horse's back, and his face sank: "What a monster, I was almost thrown off by you! Hmph, I just don't want to get off the horse, you guys The words of cult saints don’t work.”

The Confucian scholar laughed loudly: "Okay. I heard that the former ancestor of the local area, King Yanqi, was a sage of the School of Skills, and he loved the theory of 'festival use and festival burial'. It is often said that people in the world plunder resources and spend extravagantly Only by frugal use of money and things and living a simple life can the people live and work in peace and contentment. The disciples under him all take pleasure in living in poverty."

He sternly shouted: "How can you, a member of King Yanqi's family after a thousand years, use horses instead of walking, enjoy the desire of mouth and body, waste people's money, and harm the world?"

Mo Jiya's expression changed drastically, his handsome face changed from red to pale and ashen, and he dismounted from his horse, not daring to disrespect his ancestors.

Confucian scholars suppressed the two of them with only words and forced them to dismount.Passers-by were dumbfounded.The Confucian scholar looked up to the sky and laughed three times and walked away.

Inspector Feng and the police officers went after the demon in shame and anger.I didn't see Confucian scholars running so fast, they got smaller and smaller.The people drew their bows and shot at him again.The iron arrow flew behind him and fell.Finally, Feng Xunjian personally took off his copper-wire ox-fetal bow, put on a fine-feathered iron arrow, and shot at the Confucian scholar.

There was a scream in the distance, and the Confucian scholar staggered and disappeared behind the mountain with an arrow inserted.People were overjoyed, but Mo Jiya, the young man in blue, said: "Uncle Feng, don't chase after him. If a monster keeps his mouth shut, it means that the country is wrong. If he deliberately provokes, there must be something weird. We still have to track down the robber and find the luthier."

Feng Catcher waved his hands vigorously: "Xiao Ji, this is the crazy thief we are going to track down! If we catch him, he will rise to the top. The luthier will not lose it. If you have a little quarrel with the local tyrant, you will make up right away. .” After speaking, he led his men and horses to chase after the “thief”.

Mo Jiya shook her head in confusion, and had no choice but to chase after it with her colleagues.

After running for ten miles and turning around the mountain depression, Xunjian Feng grabbed the reins and grabbed his head with his hands: "The demon has disappeared here. Xiaoji, did we see a ghost?"

It was only then that Mo Jiya saw that a bloody arrow was stuck in a roadside tree, and the blood dripped sporadically into the grass on the ground, which was very terrifying.The alert young man's heart suddenly flipped.No, something happened, someone deliberately lured the captors away.Is it because of the evil cult and demons who deceive the public with false rumors and want to kill the luthier, or is it true that the madman and the thief show up?

He immediately pulled Feng Butou and steered his horse back.

***

The mountains are steep and the mountain roads are rugged, and a group of people are fighting fiercely on the mountain roads.The roadside caravan was overwhelmed and people scattered, and the headhunters went to hunt down the "Mad Demon Thief", and bandits took the opportunity to rob the caravan.The sound of beatings and cries for help resounded through the woods.

A person lying on the trunk of a towering ancient tree was sleeping, but was awakened by the noise.He looked at the red sun above his head and didn't want to be nosy, but the detailed conversation sounded like silk in his ears.

"You should have died long ago! How dare you offend Governor Ji..."

"I don't dare. I'm going to leave Guangji, a place of right and wrong. This is my sad place, and it breaks my heart to death. I will never dare to go against the governor." The man had a dark voice, extremely With the power of charm, the eloquence is heart-shattering: "You chase me and kill me, it is no different from me killing myself. Please let me kill myself."

"Do you still want to delay time and take the opportunity to escape?"

"Do not……"

Tsk, grievances, hatred, robbery and pursuit, the drama is really complete.Die, die, too much nonsense.To disturb his poor man's only pleasure--sleep in the daytime.

The noise became louder and louder, and the guest on the tree finally couldn't hold back and jumped down, knocking down the robbers like a storm.The gangsters exclaimed: "Bastard, mind your own business. We are Governor Ji's people!"

The guest on the tree flew past, and the steel knives of more than a dozen gangsters were all broken, and then they all yelled "forgive me", turned and fled.He turned around lazily.

The person who was rescued was a tall, handsome young man with a beautiful face and a splendid robe.That gorgeous brocade robe inlaid with pearls and flowing in brilliance is like an actor on stage.He is a rich man, not a rich lady.He was holding the dagger that was about to kill himself, and stared at him in shock and sorrow.

The guest on the tree was impatient: "Don't thank me, let's go. This forest is my sleeping place."

The man blushed: "Thank you, chivalrous man, for saving me. I saw that the young master's appearance is outstanding, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances. Don't blame me."

——As soon as he escaped from the pursuit, he looked at other people's faces.People are so strange.

The guest on the tree was silent.What's so good about his down-and-out little beggar's appearance?Young and poor, with a messy bun, a tattered short jacket, and dust and dirt all over his body, he was as despondent as a toad and loach in the soil.With the youthful, dirty and out of place... He can still see that he is beautiful and ugly?It seems he's fine.The little beggar turned and left.

The rich man was so weak that he couldn't hold back the chicken: "Hero, please wait a moment, please save me. If they catch up, I will die." He staggered and picked up a chopped-up package from the collapsed carriage , He wanted to throw it into the mountain stream by the side of the road, but he still hugged him reluctantly.

The little beggar was really bored: "You are a man, not a woman. I will help you drive away the gangsters. I have offended the gangsters, and I have helped you. I have never met you before. Do you still want to rely on me?"

The rich young man was taught to apologize immediately, his temper was like a nine-curved river, even if the wind and waves hit him, he would be soft and unrestrained: "It's my mistake. My surname is Qi, and my name is Yan Fei. I am the Liuchun Opera Troupe of Guangji Dajun in front of me." Because of his outstanding skills, he offended people and was bullied by bullies, so he had to stay away from his hometown. I didn’t expect those people to chase me down. Thank you for your help. Now we are acquainted. Please save me Save me to the end, send me another ride, and I will leave on my own after arriving at the temple in front of me.”

The little beggar refused bluntly: "I'm a beggar, and I can't take care of myself. You'd better run for your life."

Luthier Qi Yanfei looked at his background and the mess on the ground, frowned and followed.

***

The Chaoshang Temple in Qilan Mountain, Guangji Dajun, is dilapidated and dilapidated.Winter snow fluttered down from the sky, making the ruined temple even colder. There was a knock on the back door of the ruined temple, and after a long time, a person lazily wearing a quilt and pulling up his shoes walked over and opened the door.The back door opened, and everyone inside and outside was stunned.

The person in the temple gate was a young man in ragged clothes, thin and slender, wearing a gray and bloated quilt, but his face was shocking.The face is as handsome as a fairy, the eyebrows are bright, the skin is more radiant than snow, and the figure is slim.His eyes are like pitch-black black stars, absorbing the sunlight around him, he is a peerless handsome man exuding scorching brilliance.He was wearing the monastery's alms quilt, and he was very sloppy, but he was like a gem born out of nowhere, dispelling the darkness, dilapidation and filth of the temple.He didn't seem to know how amazing his appearance was, and he glanced at the people outside calmly.

People outside are the complete opposite of him.The person who knocked on the door was an inconspicuous middle-aged man with a medium build and a bit strong.A white face, plain but kind; the eyes are small, the pupils are a little hollow, and everything looks a little divergent.He seemed to be in poor health, and he was wearing a thick mink fur cloak, which made him even more puffy and listless.If he were thinner and his eyes were more flexible, he would be considered a decent man.But now, he is like cold Dongpo pork, greasy and puffy.He is not outstanding, but his clothes are very gorgeous. He is wearing a beaded emerald green brocade robe embroidered with Jiangnan Pavilion, a gold belt around his waist, and a handkerchief and folding fan with a strong fragrance in his hand, like a hypocritical actor.A face was about to get angry, but when he saw the handsome young man who opened the door, he suddenly changed, looked at him, turned from anger to a smile, and his voice became low: "Is the Qiqin master staying here?"

Behind the old tree outside the door stood a blue-shirted boy like a javelin, secretly remembering the face of the person who opened the door.The little beggar rescued the luthier Qi Yanfei and sent him to Chaoshang Temple.Saved them a lot of trouble and stole the limelight.

The beautiful boy has seen too many amazing expressions of "changing faces like changing paintings", so he is too lazy to say a word: "The right side of the room."

The man in fancy clothes followed him into the monastery: "You saved him? Thank you. I will pay you..." Seeing at a glance that he was short of money, he got to the point.The eyes are very poisonous.

Is this why the luthier was forced to leave Guangji County?I knew it was endless trouble.The beautiful boy brushed off his torn clothes, as if brushing off invisible dust.The man clicked his tongue, backed away winkingly, turned around and entered the guest room on the right.After a while, a rustling sound came out.There are whispers, low smiles, coquettishness, weeping, coaxing, and figures in shabby clothes...

In the twilight of the thin snow, the beautiful boy who lived in the monastery was hungry, and squatted under the eaves of the veranda with a quilt on, burning branches and cooking porridge.I borrowed an earthen pot from the young monk Zhiyu in the temple and grabbed a handful of rice.In the earthen pot, there was only clear water but no white rice, and the rest were pumpkins, and two sweet potatoes were buried under the firewood, and a sweet fragrance floated over the Han Temple.The beautiful boy stared at the fire and fell into deep thought.After a while, the curtain of the guest room on the right was lifted, and the smell of makeup and powder came out and rushed to his back.The breath is like a snake, silent, cold, sweet, sticky, with a fishy smell, entwining its prey, and a sticky voice rang out: "...today's snow is so heavy."

The boy waited for the porridge to cool while holding the earthen pot, but he didn't answer.It felt like the man's eyes were staring at his back with their pupils erect like those of a cold-blooded animal.The man's voice smiled: "What's your name? You saved the luthier, and I will thank you very much."

"No need." The beautiful boy resisted the urge to turn around and cut off the snake's head with a sword. He hated cold-blooded animals.

A beautiful person is so beautiful even sneering and frowning to reject others.He stared esotericly down his back.

"His name is Zhang Zhitong." A person quietly came out of the guest room, and walked around in a soft voice, "A young man was born as a teacher, and he has learned all kinds of martial arts. He wants to come to Guangji Dacheng to find a job."

"Oh." The man didn't feel ashamed when the idea of ​​voyeurism was pointed out, and he looked back and smiled shyly: "I just asked in passing, and you think too much... He is a nice person, but his name is ugly, like Fuyao Kunpeng with the name of a grass chicken .”

The man left with a lingering stickiness and ambiguity.Mo Jiya, the police officer of Guangji Yamen outside the door, also stared at him indifferently, and left.Zhang Zhitong drank the cold porridge in one gulp, and went back to his room to rest.The sweet potato was taken away by the little monk.

Not long after, the door of his meditation room opened, and Qi Yanfei quietly walked into the room.The beautiful boy had already wrapped the quilt tightly and sat on the bed.When the weather is cold and you have no money, eat less and exercise less to preserve your energy.He knew how to survive the poor.Qi Yanfei looked at him, he was dressed in rags, but his skin was as smooth as snow, and his face was like a jade Guanyin, reflecting the dark Zen room with brilliance.He couldn't help laughing: "Brother Zhang, you are really the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life... With your looks and martial arts, why can't you find a job to do? You saved me, I want to introduce you you……"

"No need." The beautiful boy Zhang Zhitong looked up at him coldly, his eyes were full of stubbornness and coldness, "You cheated your death on the mountain road, and I saved it by accident. It's my fault, you don't have to repay the favor. I'm born lazy and don't like to be taken care of." If you are restrained by others, you should end up starving and freezing but free. I am not on the same side as you, and I don’t need your help, let alone work for your benefactor.”

"Oh, yes, the benefactor is right." Qi Yanfei immediately exited the door with lowered eyebrows.You guessed it right, he deliberately escaped and feigned death, just to regain the retention and protection of the benefactor.He hit the nail on the head.He is a snow-capped jackal with sharp eyesight and aloof personality. He is encountered occasionally in the mountains, but he is destined to stay away from the fireworks in the world.He is not the same as them.He retreated to the courtyard with shame and shame, looking at the sky full of snow and the red plums in full bloom, he became extremely melancholy.