The Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness of Crossing

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.But Chivalry went to learn about the sword hall where the swords were stored, and when he returned to the Guanyin Pavilion, where did he see Pan Pan?Immediately ask the dignitaries in the temple.Shocked to hear that the pilgrim was lost under the guidance of the monks, the temple officials did not dare to neglect, and after searching a large circle of people, they found that the young monk Juecheng was also lost.Just as he was about to report to the official, a monk named Sansa picked up the calligraphy card, bead chain and other things left by Pan Pan from a Zen room in Guanyin Pavilion.

Shuangxia has seen Pan Pan's pawnbrokers in Changsheng Treasury more than once, and is very familiar with its handwriting.The glazed bead hanging that she has always regarded as life is also left behind. It is expected that this lettering card must be written by myself.Seeing the difference in the expressions of the two heroes, Jin Maoshu asked the reason, and said that this girl is very cruel.The temple officials were eager to get rid of the relationship, so they said that these two people may be old acquaintances, and everything has its own definite number.Once the attachment has passed, there is no way to get rid of it.

The two left the Great Buddha Temple and searched for a while along the way, but there was no news of it.Guan Wenlu cited, and it was about to expire, so in desperation, he had no choice but to embark on the return journey.That day, Ding Zhaohui caught wind and cold when he was running around in the Liao territory. When he returned to the Song Dynasty, he had already become coughing and sick.Bai Yutang repeatedly persuaded him to settle down and seek medical treatment, but he refused all of them.

As they approached Bianjing, Bai Yutang missed his sworn brother Yan Chasan, so he said goodbye to Shuangxia and went to the capital.Since Pan Pan left, the two heroes have been silent and haggard all the way, he has seen them all, how could he not understand the reason?The separation is imminent, so I have to explain a few more words: "Brother Ding is a free and unrestrained person, why don't you take it easy? Like sister Pan Pan, no matter where she is, she must be the one who harms others, and there is absolutely no one who can harm her. The cough can't be dragged on for a long time, you should go back to Mohua Village to take care of it earlier, don't let the root cause of the disease fall."

In less than half a month, Ding Zhaohui described that the clearing has been reduced a lot.Between the brows and eyes, there is no usual high-spirited attitude.Even a slight smile fell into Bai Yutang's eyes, which contained bitterness. "Your brother is right." Ding Zhaohui coughed lightly, nodded and smiled, "Brother Yu remembered it."

Bai Yutang sighed distressedly, cupped his hands and said, "Second Brother Ding, we will meet later!" After saying that, he shook the reins, turned his horse around, and galloped towards the city.

Ding Zhaohui, alone and on a horse, headed south all the way, stopping and going, without Bai Wu's urging, he didn't care about eating and lodging.On this day, when I arrived in Nanjing, my cough became more and more serious, and I would cough up blood from time to time.

Nanjing was the seat of Longqian in the current dynasty. In the decades since the founding of the country, it has jumped from a small state seat to the capital of Bianliang.The Daxiangguo Temple in the city is even more famous as a royal temple.

It was almost noon, the streets were bustling with people, the two heroes had to get off their horses and lead the way. Unknowingly, they walked to the vicinity of the Daxiangguo Temple. They saw a peddler with a cart on the side of the road selling food. Bought two and burned them.After chewing three or five mouthfuls into his belly, he coughed a little more, untied the water bag from the horse's bridle, and shook it vigorously, but it was empty.

A copper pot was handed over by his side, and a familiar voice said, "Why are you here?"

"Shut up." Ding Zhaohui covered his mouth and coughed twice, with a gleam of joy in his eyes, he turned around and said, "Brother Zhi, don't come here."

Zhihua's thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "The bad brother is doing well, but the virtuous brother's life is too sloppy. The cough is so serious, how can you still eat such an intractable thing like fire, can you ask a doctor to take a good look at it?"

Ding Zhaohui took the kettle, took a sip of water and said, "Thank you Brother Zhi for your concern. People who practice martial arts, why are you so delicate? My little brother will be fine."

The demon fox snatched the rein from his hand, held his arm tightly with one hand, and tugged: "Let's go! Follow brother to Daxiangguo Temple to have a look!"

Shuangxia couldn't shirk it, so he let him.

Zhihua seemed to be very familiar with this place, he dragged the two heroes Da Lala inside, casually recruited a sweeping monk, and told him to lead the horses to the stable to feed the fodder.Pass through the Daxiong Hall and stop in front of a meditation hall.

Ding Zhaohui looked up at the plaque. The four characters "Yunhai Zhangshi" are elegant and graceful. Looking closely at the inscription, it turns out to be the imperial pen of the former emperor.

There is a cloud board hanging in front of the hall, Zhihua holds a small mallet, and "boom, boom, boom" knocks several times.

Footsteps came slowly from behind the door, the door was half-closed, a skinny old monk poked his head out, saw the black demon fox, with a look of wariness on his face: "What's the matter with you?"

The demon fox raised the gavel, and said with a smile on his face: "Old Monk Fan, can't I come and see you if I have nothing to do?"

Liao Fan straightened his face and waved his hands again and again: "Go! Go! Don't disturb the old monk's meditation."

"Go in! Go in!" Zhihua forcefully opened the door, and pushed the thin Liaofan back to his husband's room, "Zhi took a deal for you." Shu changed his words again, "No, no, it's a meritorious deed. "

Ding Zhaohui shook his head and smiled wryly: "Buddhism is pure, brother don't be naughty anymore."

Liao Fan staggered back two steps, and then saw Zhi Hua's side, there was another person, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, this benefactor is a sensible person."

Shuangxia guessed that the unattractive old monk in front of him was the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, so he humbly replied: "Little Ke Songjiang Ding Zhaohui, I have met Master Fan."

Zhihua stretched out his hand and pulled him in: "Second Brother Ding, come in."

Liao Fan returned to the futon and sat cross-legged, with the rosary around his neck, he said: "Benefactor Ding, please sit down. I see that you have a ruddy complexion, beautiful facial features, and quite the appearance of wisdom. I think you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

Zhihua approached Fan, tilted his head and said, "I said, old monk, how many chanting scriptures do you need in Daxiangguo Temple? My old brother was so obsessed with wanting to become a monk, and now my second brother is thinking about it? So what?" Come on, at least you and I get to know each other for a while, and give me a hint?"

Liao Fan turned his face away, hummed and said, "You monster, you don't need enlightenment, you will go straight to the west in the future."

"Oh, you old bald donkey, how dare you curse at me." Zhihua grabbed Fan's goatee, turned his face around, pointed at Ding Zhaohui and said, "You have a ruddy complexion, you can't tell Is that a cough? Thanks to the fact that you were a palace physician before you became a monk, you are not too ashamed to panic."

Old Liao Fan blushed, and said unnaturally: "This old man has had nebula for many years, and it is common for him to be unable to see clearly."

Zhihua spat at him, and said angrily, "Then you still have the nerve to sit? Go and feel the pulse!"

Reluctantly, Liao Fan got up, walked up to Shuangxia, held one of his wrists, closed his eyes and concentrated on cutting for a while, then said: "External pathogenic wind, cold and damp enters the body. Liver wind moves internally, so that The viscera are out of balance, and because of heart heat and stagnation, the qi and blood are in disorder. It was originally a minor symptom, why did Donor Ding delay here."

Shuangxia smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, why is this so?"

Zhihua rummaged out pen, ink and paper in the room, laid them on the table, and shouted at Fan: "Don't ask me, the old monk, and quickly prescribe a prescription for the symptom, it is serious."

"What's the rush?" Liao Fan moved closer, looked closely at the faces of the two heroes, and asked again, "Does Master Ding cough up blood recently?"

Shuangxia nodded: "Occasionally."

Liao Fan sighed again and again, and said solemnly: "It's not curable, it's not curable."

Zhihua threw the barrel of the pen with a "duh", jumped up, rushed to Fan, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You bald donkey, a quack, you can't even cure a cold and cough, you will just talk nonsense!"

Ding Zhaohui hastily pulled him back, and persuaded him: "Brother Zhi, don't be upset, it turned out that my younger brother was acting brave for a while and delayed his illness. What has he done with Master Fan?"

Liao Fan, who was so angry that his beard was up and down, also pointed at Zhihua and cursed: "You demon fox, you are really crazy. The old monk said it can't be cured, and he didn't say it can't be cured. If you keep messing around, the old monk will kill you Someone will throw you out!"

Zhihua groaned, and retreated to the desk with a look of disdain: "Just relying on those monks in your temple? You can give it a try."

Liao Fan angrily reported the prescription: "Fangfeng three qian, notopterygium two qian, aurantii fructus two qian, duhuo one qian, Nepeta [-] qian, asarum half a qian, Xanthium six grains, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, morning and evening. Take it. Don't worry about it, or you will be in big trouble."

The two heroes clasped their hands together to express their gratitude: "Master is merciful, and Xiao Ke is very grateful."

Liao Fan proclaimed the Buddha's name, turned around and chased wisdom: "The prescription has been prescribed, why don't you hurry up and grab the medicine, what are you doing here?"

Zhihua smiled, folded the prescription, and stuffed it into Fan's hand: "Old monk, you understand. 'Help people to the end, and send Buddha to the west. Lay Lin is here."

"You you you you you..." Liao Fan gripped the prescription and was about to hold his breath.

Zhihua just ignored him, and pulled Ding Zhaohui away: "Second brother, come with me, I will take you to the Layman Forest to meet your old friends for a while."

Shuangxia asked puzzledly: "Brother, don't be fooled, who are you seeing?"

Zhihua shook his head, waved his hands forward, and replied with a smile: "You will know when you go."