Liaozhai Great Sage

Zhu Yu's eyes lit up: "That makes sense, Xiaosheng will go talk to me right now."

After speaking, he really quickly followed up.

"This girl, please stay still." Zhu Yu really dared to act, much bolder than Wang Ping and Ning Caichen.

"Is this young man calling me?"

The young woman stopped, turned around and smiled, her eyes turned around a few people, and she paused for a while on Li Xiuyuan: "My family is not a girl, my family is an artist near the Qinhuai River, named Hua Niang, I don't know Why did this young master summon the slave's house?"

"Xiaosheng is polite."

Zhu Yu gave a salute, and then blushed a little and said, "Nothing else, I just want to take the liberty of asking where the girl is from."

"It's the singer from the Xiangjiang Tower not far away. Do you guys want to listen to the music? Just right, there are no guests in the building at the moment. If you don't mind the guys, you can go with the slave's house." The woman who claimed to be Hua Niang blinked. He blinked and smiled.

Zhu Yu said hotly in his heart: "If you are invited by a beautiful woman, those young students will be disrespectful."

Hua Niang giggled and said: "Why be so polite, I haven't shown off my skills for a long time, if the young masters are not satisfied by then, don't dislike them."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhu Yu hurriedly replied, and then he turned around and said, "Everyone, how about we go to Xiangjiang Tower?"

"It's as good as it gets."

Wang Ping nodded again and again, also attracted by the beauty of this flower girl.

However, Li Xiuyuan's expression moved slightly, and he felt a little strange. It is a bit too coincidental to meet such a beautiful woman who is so kindly invited to Qinhuai River.

Fortunately, this is inside the city, if it is outside the city, he would have to suspect that this woman is some kind of mountain spirit, a wild fox ghost.

"Maybe I'm overthinking." He looked, but couldn't see anything unusual about this woman, she was just an ordinary woman.

Since she is an ordinary woman, there is no need to make a fuss.

A few people followed the woman to the Xiangjiang Tower, but Zhu Yu was very enthusiastic along the way, asking the girl about everything, showing a bit of literary talent from time to time, as if she wanted to make the girl fall in love with her by virtue of her extraordinary charm .

But from the beginning to the end, the flower girl just greeted her with a smile, and glanced at Li Xiuyuan who had been silent all the time.

"Who is this young master? He has a very strange face. He is not from Jinling City, is he?"

Hua Niang suddenly asked Li Xiuyuan actively.

Zhu Yu on the side was a little discouraged and said: "This is Xiaosheng's friend, surnamed Li, surnamed Xiuyuan, from Guobei County, this time we are traveling together and seeing the scenery near the Qinhuai River."

Unexpectedly, this Hua Niang kept paying attention to Li Xiuyuan during the half day of her enthusiasm.

"The slave family has seen Mr. Li."

Hua Niang's beautiful eyes rolled around Li Xiuyuan's body, showing a bit of shyness from time to time, which is a look that other people don't have, as if to show that she is interested in him.

"Miss, you're being polite." Li Xiuyuan bowed back without saying anything.

Although I am tall and handsome, you don't have to stare at yourself all the time.

Feeling the aggrieved eyes of Wang Ping and Zhu Yu next to him, as if he had robbed their wives and concubines, those eyes were really as sharp as a knife.

"I don't know what music Mr. Li likes to listen to. I will sing it to Mr. Li later."

Hua Niang said with beautiful eyes again.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Well, I prefer to listen to Guorong's music."

"?"

Ning Caichen next to him asked questions: "Mr. Li, Xiaosheng can't sing."

"Ahem, sorry, slip of the tongue."

Li Xiuyuan coughed twice: "I'm not very interested in ordinary tunes, and I can't appreciate them, but there are a few slang tunes I composed myself that I prefer to listen to."

"Mr. Li can still compose music? Can you compose it for the slave family, and the slave family can sing it for Mr. Li?"

Hua Niang seemed to admire Tao.

"This song can't be passed on outside, I'm sorry." Li Xiuyuan said.

Zhu Yu next to him said sourly, "Brother Li, it's getting late, let's hurry up."

If the two of them continue to talk, this flower girl will be hooked up by Li Xiuyuan and left.

"Young masters, this way please." Hua Niang smiled and said.

A few people continued to walk along the street, but before they had gone far, they saw a middle-aged monk with a white face and beardless walking towards him. This monk came along the road for alms with a wooden bowl in his hand, as if he was a traveler. monk.

However, when the middle-aged monk came, he suddenly stopped a few people, bowed his hands and bowed: "Several benefactors, please stay."

"Is there something wrong with this master stopping us?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

The middle-aged monk said: "The benefactors are all people with good fortune. The poor monk should not be troublesome, but he has to remind the young masters that the woman next to the young masters looks beautiful and affectionate. But this is just the skin and flesh, but in fact, the inside is like a ghost, the heart is like a rakshasa, like a demon, and the benefactors need to be more careful."

"Huh?" Li Xiuyuan immediately moved his eyelids, and looked at the flower girl next to him.

This woman's coquettishness is indeed better than that of a ghost fox, which is a bit amazing. He was a little bit suspicious before, but he put out the idea because he couldn't see the clue. Now, being reminded by this, he became suspicious again.

But Hua Niang immediately said angrily: "You monk, how can you curse people for no reason? Although my family is an entertainer, I have never harmed anyone. Monk, how can you call my family a Rakshasa, a demon?"

"Your malice is hidden very deep, only the poor monk can feel it, but you are indeed not a demon, Rakshasa, and the poor monk can't tell the reason for it, so I invite a few people to do it for themselves."

The middle-aged monk sang the Buddha's name and strode away.

Chapter 344 Zhu Erdan

"The skin and flesh are human, but the heart is like a ghost? There is something in this monk's words."

Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved, but then he took a wary look at the flower girl, and then said to the monk, "Thank you, master, for reminding me."

I would rather believe it or not.

Now that the monk reminded me, there is no need for me to go to the Xiangjiang Tower to listen to the music. After all, there are still ghosts and ghosts in Jinling City, so it is always right to be careful. Even if the flower lady is human, then I should listen to less songs It doesn't affect anything, on the contrary, if there is anything unusual, it will be causing trouble for yourself.

However, the monk's words made Huaniang angry; "You monk is so rude. What does it matter to you to attract guests? You don't go to chant scriptures and worship Buddha, but you go to the Qinhuai River for alms. You can tell that you are disturbed by the monk. With a good heart, you don’t have the compassionate heart of a monk, but you are full of vicious words, can you stand up to this monk’s robe on you?”

"Although I don't understand Buddhism, I also know that there is a saying that a kind-hearted person sees others as Buddhas, and a wicked person sees others as demons. You see my family as demons, and your vicious heart is like a demon."

The monk who was about to leave at first stopped when he heard this, turned around and glared: "The poor monk sees good people as Buddhas and evil people as monsters. Your malice is so deep that you are like a monster, and you dare to argue. "

"You bald donkey, why are you a monster?" Hua Niang scolded.