Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

However, there are no peach blossom trees on these two banks, and I don't know where the peach blossoms come from.

The scholar at the painting stall on the street finished his painting. He put away his pen, looked at the human scene on the scroll, and let out a long sigh. This painting is the best one he has drawn so far, and it is probably the best. It will be the best one he has ever painted in his life.

In the painting, Yangliu Yiyi, it should be the best time of spring, a woman by the river sings and dances gracefully, and the singing probably happened a long time ago.

It's just that the man in the blue shirt the woman was facing was probably too ordinary and ignored by him.

The next year, the middle-aged man came to Yangzhou again, this time as Emperor Sui, and people said he was looking for a woman.

It's a pity that he still didn't find it, only found a painting of the woman, bought it with a lot of money and brought it back.According to legend, a few years later, the painting disappeared in his bedroom, and no one has seen it since.

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Gu Nan has gradually lost the ability to distinguish these times, probably more than ten years, or decades.

The mountains and forests are quiet.

"Dang bang bang bang."

On a mountain road in the forest, there was a crisp sound.

A young monk came, he looked a little thin, the brown cassock and the monk's robe inside were a bit loose, and he was holding a Zen staff in his hand.

That crisp sound came from the Zen stick in his hand, and with his footsteps, the rings hanging on the Zen stick jingled.

In Buddhism, the Zen staff is used to wake up sleep when sitting in meditation, so such noise is really easy to disturb people's dreams.

When the monk was walking through the mountain road, he saw a person beside the road.

She was lying on a stone by the roadside, wearing an ordinary cloth, a bamboo hat, and a black "cane" hanging from her waist.

Gu Nan passed by here, thinking that this mountain forest is quiet, so he took a nap here, who knew that he was woken up by the sudden sound just after sleeping.

Reluctantly, he took off the bamboo hat on his head, propped himself up, and sat up.

It seems that every time she sleeps on the side of the road, she will be woken up by someone.

Seeing that Gu Nan was awake, the monk raised one palm, stood in front of him, bowed down, and said slowly.

"The little monk passed by here and accidentally disturbed the benefactor, please forgive me."

Gu Nan held the bamboo hat and looked at the person in front of him.

At the same time, the monk also looked at her. When he saw her appearance clearly, the monk was slightly taken aback, but soon recovered, bowed down again calmly, and said.

"I don't know if it's the female benefactor, but the monk is rude again."

"Nothing." Gu Nan waved her hands, jumped off the rock, patted her clothes, and was ready to leave now that she was awake.

Seeing that she was about to leave, the monk also continued on his original path.

We met by chance, and we couldn't say a few words at first.

But before he took a few steps, Gu Nan's voice came from behind him: "Well, monk, do you have any food on you?"

The monk stopped and turned around in doubt: "Yes, yes, what's the matter for the benefactor?"

"I haven't eaten for about three days, can you give me some?"

The mountain road was silent for a while, and after a while, the monk nodded: "That's it."

As he spoke, he took off the bag he was carrying behind him, put it on the ground, opened the bag, and there were three steamed buns inside.

This steamed bun looked like it had been around for some time, its complexion was gray, and it was as hard as a stone.

He broke one of the steamed buns in half, and handed the two and a half steamed buns to Gu Nan.

"I don't have much left from the journey, only these, please keep them well."

Gu Nan saw that the monk gave herself two and a half of her three steamed buns. She rarely saw such a person.

"Monk, what's your name?"

The monk replied: "My little monk, Xuanzang."

Chapter 474: The Butcher Knife That Can't Be Put Down

The mountains and forests were dim in the evening, and Gu Nan was sitting by the roadside, eating the two and a half steamed buns that the monk gave her. Scattered like stone powder.

This is definitely not a delicious meal, but Gu Nan still ate very quickly. She has been hungry for a while. Although she can't die of hunger, the feeling of being hungry is still very uncomfortable.

Probably watching Gu Nan eat something, the monk named Xuanzang also felt a little hungry, so he sat on the side of the road together, took the half steamed bun he left behind, broke open a piece and put it in his mouth chewing.

Chewing on the crumbled steamed buns in his mouth, Gu Nan thought about the name Xuanzang, he seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember who it was. After thinking about it, it might be some famous person in history.

If she used to think about it carefully, but now, she didn't think about it anymore, after all, she herself is already a person in history.

Without going to see the monk, Gu Nan asked while eating.

"Monk, where are you going?"

This place is remote, and if you walk a little further, you will be out of the Central Plains area, and it is in the deep mountains and old forests, so you can rarely see any pedestrians on such a road.

Hearing Gu Nan's question, Xuanzang swallowed the steamed buns that were actually hard to swallow, turned his head and looked in one direction, and said.

"west."

"Xiangxi?" Gu Nan was slightly surprised, Xiangxi was the way out of the customs, she asked casually.

"What are you going west for?"

Xuanzang thought for a while, or thought for a while, before he said slowly, "Go ask the Buddha's mind."

"Buddha?" Gu Nan read the word once, then shook his head: "Mysterious and mysterious things."

She doesn't believe this, and even if there is a Buddha in this world, the two of them should be about the same age.

These words can be regarded as a little disrespectful to Buddhism, Gu Nan thought that the monk Xuanzang would say something about himself because of this.

Unexpectedly, Xuanzang just said: "It's good."

Then he said with a smile: "The benefactor is right, this Buddha is indeed something mysterious and mysterious."

There are many similarities between the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and there is a saying in Taoism, which is called Xuan Zhi You Xuan, the door of all wonders.

What is the end of the mysterious and mysterious?Where is the door of the door of all wonders?

Buddhism and Taoism are all pursuing these things, but they can't get what they want.