very demonic

There is nothing next to Huaizhou City, but the scenery is beautiful in midsummer, the climate is pleasant, and it is very close to the capital. Many dignitaries and dignitaries choose to come here to escape the heat in midsummer.Many talented scholars who study abroad will also gather here to play and recite poems.If things go on like this, there will be a grand event in the city of Huaizhou, the "Wine Canal Flowing Cup Banquet".

The "Jiuqu Liucup Banquet" in Huaizhou City was donated by dignitaries from all over the country. A beautiful and beautiful place was chosen. An extremely long channel was dug beside the stream, repaired with bluestone, and finally introduced into the nearby stream to form a detour.There are many bamboo boards on the stream, and each bamboo board has a wine glass filled with fine wine and a piece of white paper on which anyone can write a question.The wine glass floats with the current of the water. If anyone is interested in this question, he takes the wine and begins to answer on the paper. After finishing writing, he puts it back. The person who wrote the question feels good after reading it, so he stands up and reads it aloud, so as to meet friends.The party lasted for three days.Of course, this kind of party is not for everyone.

This year's party invited Wu Youren, the former prime minister.Although Wu Youren is old, he has many disciples, many of whom are famous figures in the dynasty, and his late son-in-law Bai Ziqing is the former grand tutor of today's emperor, although Bai Ziqing left the court early in the morning and lived in seclusion A normal life, but the emperor's favor to him never stopped before his death.In addition to being accompanied by General Wuwei Qin Zihao today, all the aristocratic families are all over their heads to attend this gathering.This banquet was extremely lively, almost every participant brought a think tank, and the whole venue was very noisy.

Wu Youren was charitable on the surface, but very irritable in his heart. After drinking a few glasses of wine and listening to some nonsense poems, he left the stage early on the grounds that he was unwell, leaving the reckless Qin Zihao and a group of thin and weak scholars staring.

In midsummer, even Huaizhou City could not escape the heat.Wu Youren, who was walking slowly in the woods with his hands behind his back, was a little dizzy from the heat, so he chose a shady place to enjoy the cool air.There was a mound of earth next to a poplar tree, and Wu Youren sat down on it.

The cool wind blew through the forest and the sea, and large swaths of green covered the blue sky.Wu Youren squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, a piece of blue was reflected in his eyes, and the melancholy in his heart gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Wu Youren sighed heavily, and his already straight shoulders also collapsed.Decadent, helpless, sad, a lonely old man.

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "The word love hurts people..."

Before Wu Youren finished speaking, a clear voice interrupted him abruptly.Not far away, a small man came over and said indifferently: "Ten years is not too late."

Wu Youren didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after savoring it carefully, he felt that it hit the bottom of his heart and was very correct.He looked up in surprise, and saw a man in white standing in front of him holding a rectangular piece of wood.

The man has red lips and white teeth. He looks very handsome, but he doesn't look like a person from the Central Plains, and has a taste of the Western Regions.He is not tall, but he has an indifferent and unruly expression that makes people dare not underestimate him.

"Old man," the man said, "can you get up?"

Wu Youren looked at the man's hard-to-approach look, and felt warm in his heart when he heard this, and stood up with a kind smile, "Thank you little brother for your concern."

The man said indifferently: "I should thank you."

Wu Youren: "?"

The man took the wooden block to the place where Wu Youren was sitting just now, "You sat on my godmother's grave."

Wu Youren was horrified to see the wooden block that the man was hugging read "The Tomb of the Goddess Liu Niang——Son, Huayao."

Thinking of sitting on his godmother's grave, Wu Youren's back suddenly felt chills.Seeing Wu Youren's face turning pale, Hua Yao thought for a while, and comforted him expressionlessly: "Don't worry, she's a nice person, you two will become friends."

After hearing this sentence, Wu Youren suddenly felt that his neck was getting cold, and he even forgot to say goodbye, and left in a panic.Hua Yao smiled and said to a woman in red in the distance: "I'm not right?"

The woman in red in the distance chuckled, but the smile turned sad.She looked at Hua Yao from a distance for a while, then waved her hand.Hua Yao stood on the spot and said silently: "I will save you, even if the monk can't save you, I will save you."

The woman in red smiled and shook her head. "The monk is willing to let me meet with you. He is already a great virtue... Godmother and Qiao Lang met here. Keep a memorial, no regrets. Godmother is leaving now. There is one thing you need to remember. Flower There is a demon in the house, it will not harm you, but you still can't stay in trouble, tell your father to go to Xiaochao Temple."

Hua Yao wiped away tears and curled his lips: "The old man won't listen to me."

"You always have a way." The woman in red smiled and reached out to touch Hua Yao's head, but her hand went through Hua Yao's body.Knowing that the end was approaching, the red woman leaned over and whispered in Hua Yao's ear: "Goodbye, my Yao'er."

In the woods, countless red light spots gradually spread out, they reluctantly passed through the entire forest, and then gathered around Huayao for a moment, and finally returned to the ground quietly.Tens of thousands of green leaves rub against each other, making a rustling sound, like whispering or crying silently.

A handsome man stood solemnly in the woods.The sunshine through layers of branches and leaves gently caressed his handsome cheeks, but nothing could stop the tears flowing from his eyes.However, the sadness gradually turned to viciousness, the man gritted his teeth and clasped his hands tightly.

The "Jiuqu Flowing Cup Banquet" was not over yet, Wu Youren returned to his seat with lingering fear.Once people are old, it is easy to be frightened.After he sat for a while to relax, it suddenly occurred to him that the man he saw just now seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

"Sir." Qin Zihao called Wu Youren several times, and Wu Youren came back to his senses. "Sir, are you unwell?"

Wu Youren was about to answer, when he saw Qin Zihao, he suddenly remembered, "Your brother-in-law, that name is Hua." Qin Zihao frowned inexplicably, and Wu Youren suddenly realized, "No wonder, no wonder." He slapped it hard on the table and shouted suddenly: "It's God's will, God's will!"

All the people present looked at Wu Youren in surprise, and Wu Youren felt that he had lost his composure, waved his hands awkwardly and sat down.Qin Zihao looked at Wu Youren in bewilderment, and just about to ask something, Wu Youren raised his hand to signal him not to ask.

Wu Youren poured himself a drink, then left with a solemn expression.Just as Qin Zihao was about to catch up, he was stopped by Wu Youren's book boy.

Qin Zihao asked, "What's wrong with your husband?"

Wu Youren's book boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and looked cute and cute, so Qin Zihao put on a smiling face.Who knows, the book boy replied blankly: "How do I know about him?"

Qin Zihao frowned and said, "Aren't you his book boy?"

The book boy picked his ears: "I'm just his book boy, not the roundworm in his belly."

Although Qin Zihao had a bad temper, he wouldn't make it difficult for a book boy, so he just kept his mind on it and returned home suppressing his anger.

Xiaochao Temple.

Zhikong has been facing the wall in the meditation room for two days. The reason is that he sneaked down the mountain to seek alms, and the abbot, who is already a hundred years old, was worried.Facing the wall with him is his senior brother Zhihui.Zhihui recited the meditation mantra several times, but she was so hungry that she was about to go crazy.Turning around and seeing Zhikong meditating honestly, Zhihui immediately became adored, so she ran over to meditate with her younger brother Zhikong.Zhihui heard Zhikong's snoring before she had finished crossing her legs.

Master Zhiyan didn't see Zhikong Xiaohe whom he brought up for several days in a row.Shang, he was so worried that he couldn't help but go to understand the punishment of brother Zhikong after a few mouthfuls of food.

It was past breakfast time, Master Zhiyan sneakily took out half a piece of dry steamed bun from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhikong's hand.Zhikong took a big bite of the steamed bun.

Zhihui was dissatisfied and said, "Abbot, you are an eminent monk."

Master Zhiyan said: "No, poor monks are more fraternal." After speaking, he took out half a piece of steamed bun from his bosom, took a big bite, and then swaggered towards the main hall.Zhihui's hungry stomach growled, not knowing that Master Zhiyan still had half a dollar left, thinking it was meant to be given to him, so she hurriedly followed to beg for food.

In the whole country, people only know the Dachao Temple in the capital, and they have never heard of the Xiaochao Temple.Xiaochao Temple has nothing to do with Dachao Temple, but they have similar names.The Xiaochao Temple is located in the deep mountains. There is a main hall, two rows of bungalows, and a pagoda forest where the monks of the Xiaochao Temple are buried.On weekdays, only the nearby wild households offer incense, and only during festivals do people from the village come to worship. Therefore, there are few monks in Xiaochao Temple and their lives are poor.A small part of the food in Xiaochao Temple is obtained from alms, and most of them are vegetables grown by themselves, or wild vegetables dug from the mountains and taken down the mountain to exchange for food.

However, Xiaochao Temple also has "amateur income". When not chanting scriptures, it goes down the mountain to eliminate demons and demons.All the people who came up to the mountain to find it were people who had invited eminent monks from various temples to subdue demons but had no results, and were introduced here by eminent monks.

The morning class in Xiaochao Temple is very casual, and there is no fixed start time. The abbot said that those who have a Buddha in their hearts are always under the Dharma, not in the form.So Zhikong gnawed on the steamed bun and wandered into the main hall, but no one cared.

After a while, Zhihui followed the abbot into the main hall, and when she saw Zhikong, she went to sit with him.On Zhihui Road, he wolfed down half a steamed bun and was still very hungry. Seeing that there was still a bite left in Zhikong's hand, he took a bite while he was not paying attention.Zhikong bluffed viciously, Zhihui chewed a few times before swallowing, rolling her eyes so much that she choked.

Master Zhiyan coughed a few times, and the monks who were chanting all stopped and looked at Master Zhiyan quietly.Master Zhiyan said slowly: "I heard that someone got rid of a thousand-year-old fox demon and a century-old willow demon, but how did Zhikong and Zhihui do it?"

Zhikong said: "That fox demon has committed too many crimes and was beaten into a soul by an expert somewhere. The willow demon stole the fire unicorn's soul-receiving umbrella, collected his soul, and put it under the moonlight to shape his body. I originally I don't want to ruin the way of the willow demon, but she volunteered to be the company of the fox demon, and it was fulfilled."

Master Zhiyan shook his head, "It's so good."

Zhihui interjected, "I wanted to stop the younger brother, but the younger brother is too ruthless."

Master Zhiyan: "You only know reason, but you don't know that cause and effect must be repaid. The cause planted by the fox demon will surely bear fruit. If the willow demon is willing to accompany him, it is considered complete."

Zhihui muttered a few words in dissatisfaction.Master Zhiyan knows that his roots of wisdom are not deep, and he cannot think clearly.Just when he was about to say a few words, a young novice came in and said that there was a member named Hua who wanted to see the abbot outside the temple.

Hearing that the surname was Hua, Zhihui glanced at Zhikong who was asleep.

The Xiaochao Temple only had such a small area, so Master Zhiyan asked the little novice to enter the main hall with the flower staff.As soon as Hua Yuanwai entered the door, he saw a handsome young man with red hair and white clothes beside the main hall, who was painstakingly mending the clothes of the monks. Hua Yuanwai looked puzzled.The young man looked up at him, and a beast-like hoo-hoo came out of his throat, and Hua Hua hurriedly dodged aside.

The Xiaochao Temple is located in the barren mountains and wild ridges, with no front to the village or back to the shop. The haggard face of this potbellied flower worker shows that he has suffered a lot.

The flower staff took out a sweat towel to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, and after being introduced by the little novice, he bowed to the oldest Master Zhiyan and said, "I met Master Zhiyan in Xiahuachuanwen."

Master Zhiyan smiled and said, "But the abbot of Jiuchuan Temple in Huaizhou City asked you to come?"

Hua Chuanwen was surprised, "How do you know?"

"The benefactor has the aura of Jiuchuan all over him, so he must be from a prominent family in Jiuchuan. After all, what happened at home?"

For generations, the Hua family has made a living by renting land, and the head of the family is also in charge of a lot of business. When it comes to Huachuanwen, it is even more prosperous.Because of his business habits, Hua Chuanben was able to be more careful, thinking that the abbot might have communicated with the abbot of Jiuchuan Temple, deliberately pretending to be a ghost, so he asked: "What might the master see?"

Master Zhiyan knew what he was thinking, and only said: "Ask, just to know what you fear in your heart. You must know that to eliminate demons, you must eliminate demons. If the donor is unwilling to speak, the poor monk can't force it. However, the donor is the last Go home as soon as possible, there will be big things at home."

The weather is hot now, and Hua Chuanwen is a pampered fat man. Hearing what Master Zhiyan said, his heart was filled with anger, and he couldn't help but shouted: "Break the temple!" After saying that, he turned around and wanted to go back .

Hua Chuanwen walked a few steps, and found that no one was stopping him, so he turned back resentfully, thinking that the dead horse should be a living horse doctor. "Master, to be honest, my family has been really weird and ruthless in the past few years. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been looking for eminent monks to do it... It was my fault for bumping into you just now. I beg Master to follow me home and do the practice. The family will give you a generous gift."

Zhihui looked at the member who changed face very quickly, and felt very disdainful in her heart, so she shook her head and pretended not to see Master Zhiyan's gaze.Master Zhiyan originally wanted Zhihui to go, but the young monk was still very picky. Master Zhiyan looked at Zhikong again and found that the servant had fallen asleep with his legs crossed and his head tilted.

The mountain road is rugged, and Hua Chuanwen can't sit in a sedan chair, so he can only climb the mountain with his servants to Xiaochao Temple.The so-called going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult, and Hua Chuanwen is a big fat man. When he was going down the mountain, he would roll away without paying attention, and his servant followed behind, chirping "Master, Master".Zhikong held a stick in one hand to explore the way, walking more steadily than Hua Chuanwen and his boys.Hearing Hua Chuanwen's voice, Zhikong began to pretend to be deaf.Buddhism talks about helping others, but he thinks that his cultivation is too low, it is really a sin, and he should read the scriptures a few times from now on.

Hua Chuanwen went down the mountain with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Before getting on the sedan chair, he gave Zhikong a hard look, and muttered in dissatisfaction. , the monk does not remind.Zhikong listened modestly, and when Hua Chuanwen finished speaking, he put his hands together in front of him and said, "Oh."

Four middle-aged bearers carried the sedan chair in front, and Zhikong followed behind with a wooden stick.Hua Chuanwen hurried home without stopping. Several servants and bearers were sweating profusely from the sun, but Zhikong was hungry, his eyes dimmed, and his stomach kept growling from time to time.

About three hours later, the group finally arrived at the gate of Hua's house.After getting off the sedan chair, Hua Chuanwen asked what he needed to prepare for the practice. Zhikong clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and said reverently: "Four or five steamed buns, two bowls of porridge."

Hua Chuanwen: "..."

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