Sword of Coming

Before Pei Qian left the Mural City and asked Boxer Xue Heshen.

The ruins of Xianfu in the scroll of the fresco city are in charge of the old ancestor Yan Su, so that the only disciple disciple Pang Lanxi can continue to practice swords. Yan Su opened the ban on landscapes and returned to the ancestral hall of Muyishan. Then Yufeng came to the hanging sword pavilion on the middle of the mountain. He met the old Nalan ancestor from the middle ancestor of the Mazu Sect of Middle-earth. As the ancestors of Shangzong's rule, he was extremely strict, and once handled the lives of two Shangwujing monks.

An old ancestor from Shangzong, a very old and very senior, is the master of Shangzong ’s lord. The old ancestor did n’t send a sword in advance and did n’t go straight to the mountain ancestor. Worrying.

The green mountain of Yiyi is surrounded by white clouds all year round at the waist of the mountain.

When Yan Su was outside the hanging sword pavilion, the ancestor of Nalan was drinking with Wei Yusong. The old man was drunk, laughing, and stretched his hands randomly, crushing the white clouds outside the pavilion.

Yan Su was relieved. As long as the ancestor Nalan drank, he was better at talking, and Wei Yusong did a good job.

[Zero Zero.] The pair of young men and women with back swords and Yan Su took the initiative to salute, Yan Su's eyelids trembled tightly.

For a long time, he has become famous, a man has a wish, a woman has a heart, and a pair of couples are all Yuan Yingjing. Although he has not yet entered the Five Realms, he is destined to be the future master of the impermanence department of the Emperor.

The world is impermanent, except for some side doors, which are all left from Pimazong Shangzong.

The ancestor of Nalan did not travel through the continents with a rumor, and he brought these two difficult characters to the next sect, which was a reminder in his own right.

After Yu Yusong took his seat, Yan Shi said bluntly: "The ancestor of Nalan was the teacher who came to question the crime, and we felt that we had too much involvement with Songzong."

The well-known woman took a book out of her sleeve, gave it to Yan Su, and smiled: "Yan Zhanglu read this book first."

Yan Su didn't know what she was doing. She knew the quality of the books when she started. It wasn't a fairy book at all. Wei Yusong was worried. Yan Su started to browse through the books.

The ancestor of Nalan continued to draw Wei Yusong, the next junior, to drink together. The old monk had previously bought a fairy in the fresco city and washed it with a celadon pen. The bottom section was not in accordance with the rules of etiquette. I was guided by the gods to the fairy queen.

The old monk is glad to see it, because he knows the goods and is more eye-catching. It is not how good celadon utensils are, and what a magic weapon is. It is worth two or three small summer money, but the old monk is willing to spend one. Gu Yuqian bought it. Because this poem was not widely spread in Middle-earth Shenzhou, the old monk happened to know. Not only did he know it, but he also saw it as a poet and heard it for himself.

Middle-earth godsland and the Naren ancestors know the good poems of the elderly. In addition to the blue poems and fairy tales, they also like a kind of poems that help the ghosts, a kind of elegant and conversative poems similar to Hanlin ghosts, and many poems. It is a pavilion body, one is an old ghost from the former dynasty, who likes to be in poetry, involving the ancients of the book and the lords of poetry and prose. As long as the old man sees and hears, he records them one by one.

However, the most interesting part of Patriarch Nalan was not the content of the poem, but the name of the poem. It was very long and very long, even more words than the content. With Qingtong Tianjun, we traveled together in the galaxy with wine, sobering up with wine, and waking up wherever we went.

At that time, the old man was just a teenager. He once traveled down the mountain with Master, and then in a stormy worldly dynasty, he encountered a downcast scholar named "Bai Ye". Master invited him to drink, and the scholar used this poem as a drink. . At that time, after hearing the very long name, the boy thought that it would be a long-form poem with hundreds of words. He never wanted to join the "Cycling to the gods by chanting, and went to the Sanxing Liesu", totaling only 28 words. . Then the teenager couldn't help but ask, is it gone? The scholar had already laughed and went out.

Patriarch Naland lowered the hip flask and asked, "Read it?"

Yan Su's face turned blue, and Shen Sheng said, "Mr. Nalan, did you believe the book?"

Patriarch Naland sneered.

Wei Yusong said: "The ancestor of Nalan wanted to be certain. How could such a book gradually spread on the Middle-earth Shenzhou, so that it was readily available on the transcontinental ferry. What is written in the book can be important, it can also be It's not important, but who it is, why this book was written, and why our Pimazong is related to Chen Ping'an written in the book is the only thing that ancestor Nalan wants to know. "

The ancestor of Nalan shattered the white clouds in the mountains, and Yan Su shattered and shattered the books in his hand, and waved out of the hanging sword pavilion. Yan Su's law was okay, he argued with others, and was not good at it. So I had to succumb, and asked Wei Yusong for a pot of wine.

Patriarch Nalan slowly said, "Zhu Quan is too simple, thinks about things, and likes to be complicated. Just think about it. Wei Yusong is too eager to make money, and he wants to change Pimazong's stretched situation. Su two of your ancestors at Pimazong, and they just swear at others, I won't come here for a walk and see for myself.

Yan Su took a sip of wine, and said sullenly, "The ancestor Nalan would not just come to Skeleton Beach to look at it. Anyway, if Shangzong is annoyed by this, he must find a scapegoat. It is very simple. I, Yan Sulai, assume that it has nothing to do with Zhu Quan and Wei Yusong. "

Nalan ancestor said: "Before coming, there was a conclusion on Shangzong's side. In any case, we had to break the sale with that of Piyun Mountain and Dasong Song. As for why I came, of course, the ancestor of Shangzong You should be very angry, you should be very clear, whether it is Pima Zong, or Middle-earth Sect, let ’s not talk about the truth. I just say that for people like this in the book, they are clever. Knowing the power of cultivation, only reluctant to practice on the road, always hate it, prefer to trust it, not trust it, not to mention the fact that this book spreads very fast, Shangzong is not willing to make some money for the gods. Mazong fell into a pit. "

Nalan ancestor said to Yan Su: "Zhu Quan is no longer a matter, or the master of a suspicious sentence. Why is Yan Su trying to plead guilty? Besides, it's Koizumi's temperament that can't turn you into a good person. . "

Yan Su muttered in a low voice: "The ancestor of Naland followed his predecessors, but he was not blind. We have a transcontinental ferry at home and take a few more steps ..."

Speaking of this, Yan Su was dumb. Did I see Chen Chenzi when I went to Luoping Mountain in Aquarius? Grandmaster Naland couldn't see it at all.

Wei Yusong said: "To protect the name and fear of insults, it ’s not my monk Pima Zong, ancestor Nalan, I still mean that. Since the previous sect had a decree, the next sect should comply with it, and all business with Luopo Mountain can be broken Yes, but from today on, Wei Yusong will move the chair of the ancestral temple of Pima Zong, and go to Qinglu Town, regardless of money and affairs, and follow Zhu Zongzhu to deal with the white skeleton together. "

Yan Su angrily said, "I am under the guidance of En Jiuyu, and the last sect should be whatever, but I cannot harm my disciples and lose morality! As a bird monk, go to Luopo Mountain, what to worship, directly in Burning Incense and Worshiping Statues at the Patriarch of the Lost Mountain! "

Patriarch Naland smiled: "Well, scare me one by one? Dare to ask me to drink before, is it not toast or penalty?"

Wei Yusong shook his head and said, "Dare."

Yan Su dropped the jug. "Frighten an old-eyed and faint-eyed guy, can it be stunned ?!"

The ancestor Nalan did not have the general knowledge of Yan Su, and he stood up with a smile. "Go to the ancestral hall of Pimazong, remember to call Zhu Quan back."

Wei Yusong stared fiercely at Yan Su.

On the way to the Patriarch Hall on the top of the Muyi Mountain, Wei Yusong obviously did not want to give up, and said to the ancestor of Nalan, "I can enjoy today's sceneries in the landscape formation method of Ma Zongzong. It has been stable for ten years. "

Nalan ancestor laughed: "This matter was mentioned earlier by the ancestor of the ancestor of the ancestors, when my old eyes were faint, and my memory is no longer good?"

Wei Yusong was completely dead and no longer persuaded.

After Zhu Quan was called back to the Ancestral Hall, he only said one thing. If he didn't bully people like this, the old lady was not the broken suzerain.

Patriarch Naland neither nodded nor refuted, just asking that you still know that you are a suzerain?

Zhu Quan was speechless.

Yan Su was anxious, and she was already emotional enough, you Zhuquan, don't come here.

The old ancestor of Nalan was really not able to enter. He said that he was not a suzerain. You can, think about it, and think for a few days behind closed doors in the ancestral hall. At that time, you still decide to resign as the ancestor. Just say hello, just fine. At that time, you Zhuquan will leave the ancestor hall, just go to Qinglu Town, Guixu Valley. Anyway, there is no lord in Pima Zong. You don't need to say hello to him. After Fei Jian spreads his letter to the sect, he will soon be able to change to be the lord. Although Pi Ma Zong is a next sect, in the end it is the master of this magnificent world, and the old guy on the other side of the ancestral hall of Shang Zong is willing to come to Luju, Beiju, grabbing a lot.

After that, Zhu Quan stayed in the ancestor's hall, anyway, Yan Su drank the wine every three or five. It was not good to drink in the ancestor's hall, and they drank at the gate. From time to time, Zhu Quan turned around and lifted the jug into the gate to help those ancestors who could no longer drink alcohol on their statues.

In the shop in the mural city, the young woman's shopkeeper saw Pang Lanxi and smiled sweetly.

There were no guests in the shop, and Pang Lanxi was lying on the counter, bitterly, complaining that the swordsmanship taught by Master was too difficult and difficult to learn.

She said that Pei Qian and a friend named Li Huai had come to the shop before, and when you saw that you were not there, she said that she would come to you when she came home.

Pang Lanxi held back a smile and said, "Is that Pei Qian strange?"

The young woman shook her head. "No, she knows how to be polite."

It was just that she sighed suddenly. The eyes of the young girl seemed to speak. Then she seemed to understand the words in Pei Qian's eyes again.

Just when Pang Lanxi was around, she pursed her lips and made up her mind. It was time to talk to him about the matter, and she called up her courage and said: "Lanxi, my previous thought In the past few years, I have also saved some fairy money. For those fairy celestial ladies who can help women in Chunlupu, I still can afford a box, which is slower and whiter. ... "

As Pang Lanxi was about to speak, she shook her head. "Let me finish. I only thought so before, striving for a hundred years of longevity, and then it became unsightly, and became a white-haired old lady. If I change my mind, I wo n’t blame you. But I do n’t want to do this now. Just as the land lady in our fresco city said that she has always wanted to take off the burden and go out to see, and I have a chance to inherit her identity, However, the land lady told me directly that she became a **** here. Although her rank is not high, she is just a land lady, but I do n’t have a fairy root. I just want to ask you, would it be difficult for you to do this? "

Pang Lanxi nodded, his eyes were gentle, and his tone was firm, just one word, "OK!"

The young woman was relieved, but unavoidably a little uneasy. After all, what the land mother-in-law said was horrible, and the soul was really scary.

A sloppy pretty girl "breaks through the ground" from the ground outside the shop, and she is the mother-in-law of Muyishan.

She looked dignified, "One of you dare to promise me, one of you dare to promise her, which is very dangerous. I can say okay. Although you have mastered the soul together, but the accident is inevitable, I really want It's better to let her sway the river to be a famous goddess, even if she is actually a detained female ghost, not a god, but it is much more stable than being involved in a land. The boat is also under the fence of Pimazong, and it will not sell you such a face as Pang Lanxi. "

Pang Lanxi thought for a while, "Anyway, this matter is not urgent. When I look back, I ask Chen Ping An to go. He thinks things are the most thoughtful."

Speaking of which, Pang Lanxi pulled the collar, "I am the obligatory devotion to the dreaded mountain, and he can not help at all with this little help?"

The young woman smiled and nodded, reaching out her finger, and gently hooking Pang Lanxi's hand. Pang Lanxi held her slim hand backhand.

The girl's land yelled, "Greek, it's really greasy. Why not just shut the shop and make a fool? I won't peek or overhear anything."

The old ancestor of Shangzong, who was unfriendly and had provoked the anger of Pimazong, did not leave Muyishan with interest. Instead, he took the young couple of the impermanence department of Shangzong and stayed. It's hard to come to the door, and you have to stroll around more. There is something about Feijian to send a message. In fact, the old ancestor of Nalan wanted to go to Fuye Sect of Tongyezhou. The Fushu technique over there was wonderful.

However, the old ancestor was not idle. Every day, I watched the Mirrored Flowers and Water Moons, mainly to understand the current situation on the mountains of Nanpoyuzhou and Fuyaozhou, or to display the magical powers of the mountains and rivers and take a look at the swaying river. Otherwise, I wrote it myself. The poem collection took some white clouds from the hanging sword pavilion on that mountainside, condensed into a book case, put a large collection of poems, and then picked a round of water moon from the swaying river, hanging next to the book case as a lamp.

The fairy on the mountain is mixed with fish and dragons, although there is also a playful world like the old village, with great flavor. But most of them are like the ancestor of Nalan.

But in fact, the old monk was born in a well, not a child of a wealthy family, nor a goddess born in the mountains.

One night the old monk closed a book of poetry.

I remember when I went out for the first time to travel, Master arrived at the gate of the mountain and said, "Go into the mountain."

The boy was puzzled and asked why it was not down the mountain.

Master did not explain anything.

It was very late. It was n’t the young man who had been for many years that he understood Master ’s deep meaning. It turned out that it was not easy to climb mountain trails. The world ’s heart is full of dangerous mountains. It is even harder to walk into this mountain.

The old man sighed, opened the only landscape travel book beyond the collection of poems, and continued to read the opening thousands of words. As for the content later, what a strange encounter with a fate, a young man who learned both boxing and reading, and the goddess and the ghost ghost poems Changhe, Qingqing, me, eachother, what are three or two punches on the rivers and lakes is a chivalry, leaving a mess to turn a blind eye, and then leave it alone, once again in the rivers and lakes to become famous, there is nothing but whistling horses and drinking in the setting sun Going on a long journey, what a smoky stuff is simply unbearable.

The old man continued to read the book, and asked the young men and women on the side: "So wish, to your heart, what do you think of the truth in the book?"

The woman shook her head and said, "If you only read this book, even if it is only one or two points, in the future, when I meet this person, I will take a detour and stay away. Instead, I will take care of it."

The man said: "After going out for a long time, the lecturer criticizes others everywhere and never asks himself, which is a waste of the plain text of the beginning of the travel note."

Speaking of which, the man glanced at his companions, and said carefully: "If I only look at the opening text, the young man is in a very difficult situation, I really hope that this young man can fly to the yellow and rise to the fullest."

The woman smiled and said, "In the study, the red sleeves add fragrance, and the rivers and lakes are leaning on red and green, which true temperament man does not envy."

The man smiled bitterly and knew that there was something to say.

On this day, the old monk gazed at the pictures of the mountains and rivers in the Baiyun Book case. It seemed to be an accident. He reached out and pushed the picture beyond the book case. It was convenient for the pair of fairy priests to watch the market. It is the arrogant son of the heavenly ancestors in the Pima sect. The two sides were born to be the gods of the mountains. The parents of the two parties were spiritualists. At that time, it was a happy event to be willing to become a fellow with the heart. The old monk had high hopes for the two impermanent juniors. The only drawback is that it is willing and complacent. It is inherently inadequate. After all, it doesn't know much about the bottom of the city. The idea is too shallow.

In the picture scroll, it turned out that the little girl and the young scholar went to the temple of the river to burn incense.

The old monk grinned and smiled. "The temple temple water incense is not willing to buy, and it is not very similar to her master's style written in that book. But yes, the little girl has a deep experience in the world, she is very clever and clever. Then, I wish, to my heart, if you are in the same situation with this little girl, you two are estimated to be sold and she will help you count the money, it is very cheerful. "

After visiting the river shrine at Pei Qian burning incense, then the shocking questioning fist shook the river Xue Yuansheng, but in the end there was no big storm.

The old boat Xue Yuansheng personally propped up the boat for the two to cross the river.

And the young man who stole in the river shrine, the young man with a broken wrist gave a full meal, beat the young man to cling to his head, roll on the ground, crying with a snot and a tear, and finally blood stained, In addition, the dust is sticking together, which is very disgusting. After the gang of men left, the young man was required to be diligent and stole enough fifty-two silvers in one month. .

The young man walked through a clump of reeds alone, went to the riverside, took off his coat and washed it, grinned his teeth, and finally went to the fresco city with a swollen nose and a swollen face. It was about six hundred miles away. There was still bruising on the body, and the ribs were faintly aching, but that face, because when rolling on the ground, the juvenile was tightly guarded, and he could not see the injury. The young man ’s hands did not suffer a bit of disaster, because the man reminded him when he was letting him off. After all, as a talented little kid inside his gang, the **** of stealing by his hands knew nothing about the ghost. Not aware.

The boy returned to an alley outside the fresco city, outside the courtyard door, still the same, with the door god, couplets, and the spring word at the highest point.

It wasn't long since it was posted, so it wasn't whitened and wrinkled.

The young man looked around and saw no one around him, and then he looked at the gap in the wall of Huangniyuan next to the door god. When he saw that the two copper coins were still there, he let go, and then laughed.

Bronze coins are certainly not valuable, but for this family, it is of great significance.

This hidden place was nicknamed "the Master of the Door God" by his and his sister.

He used to find two pieces of money when he was unwilling to support the family when he was playing with his sister.

Fairy money, two snowflake money.

For so many years, the two snowflake money have not been used up. One is afraid to cause trouble, and the mother-in-law does not want to spend it, saying that a snowflake money should be left to him as a wife. The other is his sister's dowry in the future.

He learned afterwards that if their mother-in-law hadn't got the two gods' money suddenly, he would have breathed a sigh of relief, and would rather endure hardships, with their two children, and keep the humble and poor pickled days day by day She almost promised those cruel creditors to be the boatgirls, that is, the kind of boating boats that can be used for ferries to the ferries. At night, but the river, they parked on the swaying riverside and lit a lantern. Ye Hanzi saw the lights, so he could go to the night. When he was still a few years old, he would go to the kilns again. Anyway, the mother would really do this, the family would have more money, and he and his sister would have a better life. Many, my mother often talks about these, and she is not taboo, but the teenager is not willing to do so. Every time his sister hears these, he looks pale. He secretly goes to the door, whispers quietly, and is grateful to the gods. Thanks, so the custom of his family is that after changing to the new door **** over the years, the old door **** will not be lost. His mother will let him and his sister each carefully ask a door **** to come down, and then be careful Picked up, a good collection. And in that inexplicable place where two snowflakes were added, the mother replaced two bronze coins.

The only thing that the young man was not satisfied with was that he couldn't be a seed for reading. He really didn't think about it, but his mother was disappointed and said nothing, which made him feel bad.

In the early years, he once stole a piece of snowflake money, and wanted to change the silver two. First, let his sister who had a mouthful of pastry eat enough, and then let her mother and sister live a solid life, but they were crazy. His mother caught her home, it was the first time her mother was willing to hit him and hit him dead. The younger sister was crying as if he was younger than him.

Since that day, as the only male in the family, he has vowed to make money! It wasn't until he became a teenager that he knew that if it wasn't for his mother, the family of three would not only have a bad life, but would only suffer. Not to mention two snowflakes, two small summer money, and those A rogue wanderer who has killed and seen blood, uses all kinds of methods to extort it, and he and his wife can't protect the two immortal money falling from the sky at all.

When the teenager can rely on her own talents and contacts to secretly exchange snowflake money for silver, the teenager has changed her mind. Both snowflake money are left to her sister. The sister must not let those beasts touch her fingers. She must marry in the future. A good family, she and her mother must leave Skeleton Beach, it is enough to have him here. By his own skill, he can definitely live.

Today, the teenager came in, and the younger sister who lived in the same room with her mother was cutting window flowers. The young girl was very handy and had many delicate window flowers. She could learn at a glance. I can make money.

The girl stood up in surprise and said, "Brother, why are you here. I'll call my mother and go home and make you a delicious meal?"

The boy picked a small bench, sat next to the girl, shook his head with a smile, and whispered softly, "No, I do n’t know how well I mix? Our mother ’s cooking skills, no money and no oil at home, all the money at home is Oil, I ca n’t get my mouth down. But this time I was in a hurry and couldn't bring you any gifts. "

The girl laughed, her eyes were clean and beautiful, and she crouched a pair of crescents, "No need."

The boy grinned, stretched out his hand to his head, and raised his fist, slowly spreading out, a piece of broken silver, "take it."

The young girl stopped talking, and still accepted the silver, but it was seven or eight dollars.

The boy was sitting on the bench, leaning forward, holding his cheeks in his hands, looking at the door and facing the two door **** masters inside the room.

In fact, this early-hui boy now doesn't quite believe what kind of gods and immortals. Some of his own speculations are most likely the young ranger wearing a bucket hat.

But the mother and sister always determined that the two snowflakes were the door gods.

But does it matter?

And the pair of grandpas who nearly stole their money from the ancestral temple, took the humble carriage hired in their hometown, and returned home to the north along the swaying river.

The child said that he wanted to read a book. The old man laughed and said that the road was bumpy. It would hurt his eyes to read such a book.

The child smiled a little, and said nothing at home. The old man touched the child's head, and the child suddenly said, "I used to have an older sister walking next to us at the big house of Master Heshen, pouting and smiling. It was so beautiful."

The old man thought about it and remembered, "Is that the two who carried the bamboo box?"

The child nodded vigorously. "Later we walked fast, the older sister walked slowly. As soon as I turned to look at her, she would laugh."

The old man laughed, "It is the scholar who traveled and studied."

The child asked, "Grandpa, is that bamboo a crutch? I see that elder brother, there is no problem walking legs."

The old man couldn't help but explained patiently: "It's not a crutch. It has a name, called a walking stick. Readers go out and travel, and often need to climb mountains and mountains. Some people are not particularly wealthy at home, but they want to learn more There are no slave bookboys around, so I have to carry my own bag and go over mountains and rivers. I need a walking stick. "

The child laughed: "Ha, our family has no money. It seems I will need a trekking pole in the future."

The old man rubbed his grandson's head and said, "It takes a lot of money to read ten thousand volumes of books. It ’s hard to walk a long way. Grandpa was a young man and swam far away with his close friends. He went to those counties. Dazu and Shuxiangmendi's collections are borrowed and copied every day, and then borrowed books. Some scholars, regardless of what they are, are very enthusiastic. We welcome all of our children to copy, and at least tell us that we must not damage it. Books are here, and good food is greeted every day, but occasionally, there are some servants, and a little bit of complaints, such as picking up a lamp and copying a book every night, they just joked, and the price of light oil has now risen. Kind of. These are nothing. "

The child heard yawning.

The old man held the child in his arms. The child was a little sleepy. As soon as he was fresh and walked a lot, he began to fall asleep. The old man murmured softly: "In his twenties, he hurriedly rushed to kill the written text, which could not be blocked. After 30, his talent gradually faded. Writing is not what you write, it's like asking your friends to the paper, saying hello and telling some stories. "

The driver suddenly said, "He is carrying two swords again."

The old man in the carriage was surprised, and the driver should not have made such an elegant statement, gently lowered the child, and opened the curtain.

The young coachman turned his head and asked, "Master?"

The old man asked with a smile: "Why do you have the phrase," With the Book and the Sword "?"

The coachman yelled, "Master said so much?"

The old man was dumb, smiled okay, and returned to the carriage only as an illusion.

And that vulgar and illiterate coachman had no idea but to find Chen Lingjun?

The next moment, the driver completely forgot about it.

On Muyi Mountain, when Pei Qian and Li Huai boarded the ship, the ancestor of Nalan put away the scrolls of mountains and rivers and fell into contemplation.

The man then said, "It's the same thing. There must be a disciple when there is a teacher.

The woman said she nodded her heart.

After a while, the old monk planned to look at it again, so he re-exercised the magical power and snorted. How could the two kids be more charmed by Jindanjing?

Then, for some reason, the scroll blurred itself.

The pair of immortal relatives looked at each other.

The old patriarch Naland smiled and put away the magical power.

Swaying over the tea stand by the river.

The guests were faint and ready to snore.

The shopkeeper took out two pieces of feathers, one from Wenwu Two Sparrows.

"There is something done," he said with the young man who was snoring at the table.

A young woman suddenly appeared and took a seat, "I urge you not to do it."

At night, Li Huai was walking beside Pei Qian and whispered, "Pei Qian, can you teach me boxing?"

Pei Qian stopped talking and looked weird. During her long journey, she visited the Lion Peak and went to the fist.

Pei Qian hesitated for a long time, then shook his head and said, "It's too hard to learn boxing."

After a pause, Pei Qian added, "Not to mention I won't teach boxing."

On the contrary, Li Huai was a little happy, and laughed: "I'm a thief and a slow thief. I won't teach boxing better. I can't learn boxing. I'm not sad. You don't have to worry about mistaken children. Change to Chen Ping'an I do n’t learn. His nature, once he teaches boxing, I do n’t want to be lazy ... Pei Qian, I just tell you the truth, you must not be angry. ”

Pei Qian thought about it and said, "My Master ’s two punches, didn't you see them earlier than me? It's not difficult to learn, you should."

Li Huai said sorrowfully: "I just learned a 'Qiuqiu' sleeping pile indiscriminately. In fact, Chen Pingan said nothing, I didn't remember it, only when I learned it. Six-step walking pile and sword stove standing pile, I Even more afraid to learn, for fear of being joked by Li Baoping. "

Pei Qian shook his head and said, "I don't teach boxing. I don't know how to box."

Li Huai said, "You will! Didn't you just ask boxing with Xue Heshen?"

Pei Qian just didn't agree.

Where is my boxing?

Pei Qian looked up at the sky.

And above the earth, there was a night worm sound.

Not far away from the Baiyun Temple of the Qing Dynasty, an old monk who has traveled to this place rented a courtyard and cooks soup every day. It is obviously a vegetable pot, but it has chicken soup.

So I got the monk's nickname for chicken broth.

No solution, just look at the palmistry. Occasional fortune telling is more confusing. One or two money each time, you have to give money when you enter the door.

On that day, a scholar came to the door and asked if he could get a reputation.

The old monk had read the palmistry of the scholar and shook his head.

The reader was furious and began to say that the imperial examination was wrong. He listed a lot of truths, among which were the few champions in the world who could write poems that have been famous forever.

The old monk put out his hand, and the popularity of the book threw away a piece of silver.

The old monk got the money and settled in peace, so he laughed: "The imperial examination is not wrong, I will not say, it is true that it will delay you to become an unofficial master."

The scholar blushed and said, "You can't read palms!"

The old monk thought to himself and said with a smile: "Furthermore, you said that the champion champion can't write eternal famous articles, as if you can write it. There are several champion champions in history, which are generally estimated. You are like this There are many scholars who are not good at making arts, but there are too many scholars. Some scholars are not good at literary talents. They ca n’t be titled. They can only be said to be due to their personality, and their numerology is inconsistent. If you do this, not only the imperial examinations, but in fact Nothing can be achieved, and it is still possible to rely on the family to hang out. "

The reader left his sleeves.

"Idiot."

The old monk shook his head. "The one who grumbles big must suffer great suffering before he can grumble. If you don't deserve a position, if you don't deserve it, you can't even be a Han."

The scholar was wearing boots at the door. Hearing the words, the fire was pouring oil, and he turned his head and said angrily, "Bald **** fights!"

"You can hit someone."

The old monk said, "You have to give money!"

The scholar hesitated, or left, and he was told that the old monk was a liar, and there was no need to waste the money or two.

It is a pity that the old monk is now famous in the capital of the Qing Dynasty, and there are still a lot of people waiting for the palmistry behind.

A sad young man entered the room and asked if the marriage could resume.

The old monk saw the palmistry and shook his head to say it was difficult.

The man resented himself and thought that she was ruthless and disappointed, but I didn't blame her, I just hated myself for being rich and powerless. Speaking of sadness, a big man,

He even clenched his fists with his hands and couldn't cry.

The old monk nodded: "Okay, it's a good habit to blame yourself and others."

The man choked and said: "Mage, I just want to know how to solve the knot, otherwise I can't live, I can't live with my heart."

Probably there is a fellow in front of him. After suffering a loss, the man raised his head and said, "I don't want to tell me what the **** to put down and not let down! I want to tell me that the solution to the bell must be the paste of the bell person Words. Lao Tzu ca n’t let go, but I do n’t want to let go! I just want her to change her mind, I am willing to do anything ... ”Finally, the man whispered the name of the woman ’s girlfriend, it was really infatuated.

The old monk said: "Two methods, one simpler, cure hunger. One more complicated, but also allows you to know the current day, you can survive it. In fact, there is one, but you have the moon Grow old. "

After speaking, the old monk rubbed his fingers.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't have any money."

The old monk looked disgusted and "hungry."

The man burst out crying.

The old monk was helpless, "No more. Give it up."

The man stretched out his hand, and the old monk gently touched the former palm. The man immediately stayed like a wooden chicken. After a while, he woke up leisurely, and his forehead was full of sweat.

The old monk said, "I accept you one or two dollars. You are just a nightmare, but I have suffered the pain of the heart and the pan for you, but it is true. Go."

The man staggered away.

The old monk sighed softly, put his fingers together, pulled it gently, and then gently put it on his body.

Then came a man who was fooled by the conscious pit, lost one or two pieces of silver on the ground, seated his hands on his knees, gritted his teeth and said, "Since I need to give money to hit someone, then I don't hit anyone, I just scold someone. ?! "

The old monk shook his head. "No."

The man sneered and said, "Why ?!"

"Scold me, of course, I don't care, but I don't have the heart to increase your karma. If I have received your money, I will also hurt you. How can you tolerate it? It ’s very wrong. There is no door for blessings but only for people to call. There are two doors for human mouth and heart. There is no door for blessings and only for people to call. I say to you that the door is closed, that the trade is clean and that the mind is clean. Being cautious is also closed. Taoist Chongqing is still closed. The heart is difficult to keep, even the mountain master on the mountain is very afraid, but if we ordinary people, even if you ca n’t even say a few words, it ’s not great. . Still scolding now? "

The man was unambiguous, swearing and spitting.

The old monk glanced at the grain of silver on the ground and forbeared it. He didn't rush, just waited for that person to be scolded, and after the person left, the old monk stretched out his **** again, slightly hooked, and then stunned on the cymbal. The house is inside the house. As for the others, each has its own destiny.

A middle-aged scribe made a puppet outside the door, then took off his boots and walked into the room. He sat on a futon, gently placed the silver on the ground, and then asked, "Dare to ask the mage, the Buddhists talk about cause and effect and reincarnation. The next life, one after another, then I am after, and I do n’t know what happened in the past. Am I still? I do n’t know if it ’s me, all kinds of industry newspapers, good news, bad news, ignorance, ignorance, when I ’m not sure head?"

"I'm asking."

The old monk smiled, "Solvable. Let me take it slowly."

The man could not help but asked again, "Why can't all human retribution be in this world?"

The old monk's eyes lit up and he sang loudly, "Who is this at this time, and I have a question?"

The man stood up and folded his hands. "I don't know if it's easy to ask, only the mage can answer."

That man goes out too.

I forgot to wear those boots.

The next one is an elegant old man.

After giving a piece of silver and asking about the origin of a mountain and water god, the old monk gave some opinions of his own, but frankly it was copied from your Confucian literati book and felt some truth.

The old man didn't mind, so he felt that there are too many Lu Dun obsessed generations, fly camp dogs, especially young scholars, who are too keen on fame and fortune ...

The old monk just listened to the other side's sorrowful world. After a long time, he asked with a smile: "Donation, what are you going to have today?"

The other smiled, "It's just a light meal at Baiyunguan not far away."

The old monk nodded and said, "It's not the people who are used to eating big fish and meat, but they don't really feel that fasting is light, but they feel unpalatable."

The other's face changed slightly, and the old monk said, "Just the person who is full and bracing, tells the hungry man that the food is not delicious, and it is easy to snoring and annoying."

The old man stood up and sneered, "What makes a monk worthy of its name!"

The old monk put away the silver and laughed, "Silver is real."

Then came a man with a thick, round, but flinched, "Monk, I am a butcher. Can I be a child in my next life?"

The old monk asked, "What do you want for killing and selling meat every day?"

The man was a little cramped and whispered, "Earn money, support my family."

The old monk smiled. "Spread your hands. Let me take a look."

The man finally left with a smile.

After that, one person did not come to look at the palmistry at all, but just asked the old monk, and the mage gave me a bite. Why never call himself a `` poor monk ''? Doesn't seem to conform to Buddhist rules?

The old monk replied, I am quite rich, and I have little Dharma.

The man couldn't help crying and laughing, but also found it interesting and left with satisfaction.

A woman stood shyly at the door, and the old monk laughed, "A female donor, you don't need to take off your shoes."

The little lady asked the son if he was a seed student and whether he would be a talent candidate in the future.

The old monk stretched out his hand with a smile, but the woman blushed, stretched out her hand, and then retracted. The old monk glanced at the palm of his hand, and then put down his hand, and laughed, "You have a man in my eyes, but no woman in my heart. Just this Words, I can say, the monks ca n’t hear, let alone. It ’s like between your mother-in-law and you, you can hear it, she ca n’t hear it. She can hear it, but you ca n’t hear it. There are usually two reasons, It ’s all good. It depends on who is willing first, and who is more willing. ”

The woman was extremely surprised, and nodded slightly, seeming to realize. Then there seemed to be a dilemma between her looks. There was a bit of anxiety in the family, and she could bear it. It was just her husband's side that was really sad. The husband does not favor his mother-in-law too much, he just sighs on his own side. In fact, even if he said a warm heart. She wouldn't make him really embarrassed.

The old monk smiled, "I know the way to get along with the trickle, but just need a solution to solve the urgent problem?"

The woman nodded hard and smiled like a flower.

The old monk said: "With its family style, there must be its children. Your husband is a good person, that is ..."

The woman quickly waved.

The old monk smiled and changed the subject. "It's just a saying that picking a pig to look at the pen, women marrying, men marrying relatives, and marriage are all about the same thing. You can be considered a wealthy family, and you have both children and sons, so you can rest assured to teach your son and daughter. Let his daughter, in the future, feel this way in your house, so that your daughter will not be your mother-in-law in the eyes of you. It can be done. The reason why I said to you, it is probably you have long thought about it. Change I don't dare to say that because the wife of Chengbei's family has nothing to think about. "

The woman gave a blessing and thanked her for leaving because she was wearing shoes to enter the house. She did not forget to apologize to the old monk.

The old monk smiled: "Thank you for the three families."

Then came a young and handsome rich son, gave it to Yinzi, and began to ask the old monk why the book makes sense to know that it is useless.

The old monk smiled: "The sages and teachings in your Confucian books have been bitterly talked about earlier, but ask about cultivation, but don't ask about gains. After closing the book, only ask about the results, not about the process. Finally, complain about the truth of such books. Countless, and then didn't make a good life. Isn't it good? In fact, life is pretty good, and even said bad, even worse? "

Finally the old monk asked, "Do you really know the truth?"

The young man was faintly angry, "How do I not know? The books I have read, which involve hundreds of scholars, are only more than those you have read!"

The old monk shook his head. "You read more, but you don't know. Instead, you know less than those who don't read much."

The young man was accustomed to pampering himself, and he was even a glutton, "I know! How can you help me?"

The old monk accompanies one question and one answer, and you don't know if you repeat the words.

Of course, the old monk would not spend so much with him, delay making money, and let the next guest enter the house without delaying business on both sides.

The young man suddenly said coldly, I don't know.

The old monk who was talking to others said, you don't know you know the fart.

The young man who had been eavesdropping on the conversation in the house before, laughed out loud, "Haha, the bald donkey also commits oral business!"

The old monk stared straight at him.

"Your generations of businessmen have managed to cultivate such a reading seed for you. I hope you will shine brightly on your door, and you will be uneasy. You will hope that you will meet your nobles, and your elders will help you. You will be content with yourself. After the madness, I traveled on the road, heard that the goddess on the riverside was passionate, and voted at the Temple of the Ancestral Temple. I was ignored, and you asked the classmates to ask about the literary talents, sabotage the reputation of the goddess, and the goddess was responsible. Fortunately, you still There is a bit of shelter for the ancestors, and the Land Agency also cares about your ancestors. Whenever famine occurs, a porridge shop must be opened. The alms are poor and lonely, but they do n’t sincerely ask for returns. So I try to help you to relieve your cheeks. Do n’t you still want to make an exception to your dreams and see that you are still complacent, but you do n’t know how distressed your ancestors are. In one breath, the land agency is ignored. You are always unaware that the family ancestral hall has already been demolished.

"Retreat and retreat, I do n’t talk about the Dharma that you ca n’t hear, I just say that you understand. If I really committed the karma, you would scold me with a bald donkey in your heart. Would n’t the karma be greater? I know a lot of truth, then I only talk about the foundation of your home, the business of buying and selling, and I want to know more about it. I lost my trade, and I lost it. You lose, too. This trade, you Is it really worthwhile? What did you earn? Since you know a lot, why bother to teach me? "

"You're just afraid of how I know your unscrupulous business. So far, when I say this, I still don't want to know or not, what do you know?"

The young man suddenly changed his sitting posture to kneeling, and begged the old monk to rescue him from misery.

The old monk said, "It's better to ask for yourself."

"There is no difference in the world's wealth, but this person's heart is always black and white."

The young man just knelt down and begged.

The old monk said angrily: "I just feel that there is nothing right and wrong in the world, only a stand? And look at how proud you can be of arrogance for years! Just enjoy your blessing!"

Next person.

He is also a foreigner who has traveled far to this place. Looking at his face when he was about to stand, Qi Yuxuan Ang, he smiled, "Monk, your chicken soup ... it tastes weird."

The old monk smiled, "The donor is frankly not good. Because most of the time, it only makes the annoyed and the bitter."

The man put down a piece of silver, "I believe that the Master really has the Dharma, but there are a lot of other people who are upset. Since they are not big, why not teach small techniques and get immediate results. Isn't it to promote the Dharma more?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "There are so many medicines for emergency use. What do you want me to do? If nothing happens on weekdays, I can eat more."

The man felt that he was not exhausted enough to be confused.

The old monk has laughed: "How small are the worries of ordinary men and women? How big do you think I am in the Dharma? Really can it be seen immediately? I don't have to talk about the trouble of Dharma, only that the donor can go far away. , Come here to sit down, and then tell me this sentence, how much sadness and joy have you experienced? The donor has not yet had a little trouble, but this matter is far away, isn't it small? "

The man laughed dumbfounded, dismissed it, shook his head and said, "I have seen, heard, learned, and thought in this life, not for the purpose of fighting with the mage today."

The old monk waved, "Go elsewhere."

Within a day, the courtyard was crowded, bustling, and lively.

The last person today is actually the middle-aged view of the Beijing Taoist Temple and Baiyun Temple.

The penultimate person is the charm of transfiguration.

The old monk knew that, of course, the middle-aged man also knew.

Before the middle-aged Taoist took off his boots, he did not hit the doorkeeper, but it was a Buddhist ceremony with both hands together.

The old monk smiled: "The Lord does not need to give that one or two silvers. In my eyes, I only look at the little light in the heart of the sentient beings. I can't see the others, and there is nothing strange about ghosts."

Middle-aged Taoist smiled and nodded gently.

The old monk continued: "I'm afraid that I have wronged the Dharma, and even more said the wrong Dharma. I'm not afraid to teach people how the Dharma is good. I'm afraid to teach people how to take the first step, and then how to go step by step. . Xiao Sha Mi has a Buddha in his heart, but he may not speak the Dharma. The monk may speak of the Dharma, but he may not have the Buddha in his heart. "

Middle-aged Taoist said two words.

Epiphany comes from gradual realization.

Graduation is going to epiphany.

The old monk bowed his head and crossed, "Amitabha. Good and good."

In Middle-earth Shenzhou, an immortal walked into a cave.

At the feet of the fairy is a round bronze ancient mirror, but with twenty chairs, it is like an ancestral hall.

When the immortal appeared, he turned on the ancient mirror formation method. Within the incense, figures appeared one after another. After sitting, there were as many as ten people, but their faces were blurred.

However, none of the two chairs at the front were seated.

Everyone was silent, and spoke to each other with their hearts.

The person with the lowest seat position took the lead in opening his mouth and said, "Is Qiong Linzong going to help in secret?"

The immortal who was the owner of this place sneered: "Stupid. In secret? What a secret ?! Are you a stupid sage in the Temple of Literature?"

The immortal master from Qiong Linzong was chilly, and then he got up in a panic and apologized to everyone.

At the edge of the countryside, Dasao, playing with a child, finally saw the dust in the distance and immediately jumped up and drank.

A fine horse galloped past.

The children ran all the way on the hillside.

A horseman on horseback turned his head and gently fisted his chest.

The barren world was supporting Yueyue Mountain, trembling slightly, and then the movement was getting bigger and bigger, there were almost signs of that mountain arching.

Then the Tuoyue Mountain array opened, and the whole mountain suddenly sank several dozen feet. No more movement.

Above the head of the Jianqi Great Wall, once hitting the red robe, closing his eyes and recuperating, sitting dead as if dead, he suddenly stood up and laughed, "Aliang, you are free to come!