Great Sui Guoshi

"It's Mr. Lu..."

Chen Jing wanted to go to Lujia Village to say goodbye, but was urged by the old man, so he had to go in another direction, and looked back at the outline of Lujia Village from time to time. When he was almost out of sight, he put down his luggage, bowed his hands and walked towards the village After a salute, he just turned around and disappeared into the afternoon sun with the old man and mother.

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Behind the far away, the old donkey who came back to the fenced yard like lightning, spread his hoofs and ran back to the shed, the bookshelf fell to the ground, Taoist Toad pushed open the small door, and ran to the vegetable garden with his cheeks swollen, holding a log Gate, spit it out with a 'wow'.

The sound of vomiting caused the gray figure who walked out of the kitchen to look over the long neck.

"You bastard, come again..."

A toad and a chicken rolled into the vegetable garden, Taoist Toad dragged his tongue, and crawled out of the vegetable garden weakly, his flippers tightened suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and he said, "Bi Qimianzhi..."

His feet were pecked again, and he was dragged in abruptly, drawing a deep gully on the ground.

Lu Liangsheng walked the road in the mountains and came back to the thatched cottage. He waved his robe to attract a piece of soil and the clouds and mist outside the cliff to condense water droplets. He urged the long shape wrapped in white cloth in his hand to restore the mana to its original size, and gently put it on the ground.

Using the soil from Qixia Mountain combined with the water droplets condensed in the clouds, I smeared away the corpse of the red pity bit by bit, and shaped the outline of the person. I looked at the woman standing at the door and smiling at him.

Lu Liangsheng also laughed, kneading and patting the mud with his fingertips, stroking out the facial features and neck, slowly moving down to shape a slender figure, according to the woman's appearance and clothing, kneading out the dress, and using the five elements of fire to bake it Dry, paint with paint.

The scholar dipped in ink, and tapped his dark pupils on the eyes of the clay sculpture, and the whole clay sculpture became lifelike.

"From now on, she will be Hong Lian, and Hong Lian will be her."

Lu Liangsheng put down his pen, sat at the door and looked at the motionless clay sculpture in the courtyard with the woman, and said softly: "Your bones are inside, and you must stay close to each other in the future. In the future, you may use the bones to become a dharma body, with flesh and blood... also Just like you were when you were alive."

"How long will it take?"

"Maybe one or two years, maybe two or 30 years." Lu Liangsheng held Hong Lian's air-like hand, with a smile on his face: "I will always accompany you in Qixia Mountain, waiting for the day you come out."

Patting his knees, he got up from the stool, he shrunk the clay sculpture away with spells, and opened the paper umbrella to look back at Hong Lian.

"It's time to go down."

The sky is moving, slanting to the top of the mountain, turning into a bright red glow.

"Go up the beams—"

A high-pitched cry rang out among the newly built temples. A large log as the main beam was carried by eight big men, and slowly lowered to the dome. Lu Laoshi rode on the roof, smiling and looking at the completely new mountain god. The temple was completed in a rush by a group of old and young in the village.

The young and strong, with bare arms and sweating profusely, lined up to get a bowl of broth in front of the hot cauldron, and squatted on the ground with the steamed buns handed over by Lu Xiaoxian, took a bite, and poured them into the hot boiling water. The soup is hearty and refreshing.

In the evening, the spring breeze blew a little warmth across the mountain village. Mr. Lu, leaning on a pear stick, forgot his way home again. At home, I sat on the threshold and chatted about the daily life, watched the sunset outside the courtyard, listened to the voice of the old people washing rice, and prepared to have a meal.

Soon, Lu Liangsheng walked past the gate with an umbrella, and people from the village came back from the mountain temple one after another, saying hello to him.

"Liangsheng, the temple is finished!" "Yes, I guarantee you will like it!"

"By the way, what should you do in the temple?"

"It's useful, thank you for your hard work, and I will reward you aunts and uncles at home in another day."

Lu Liangsheng responded with a smile and said something to his parents, then walked through the glow with a paper umbrella, came to the mountain temple, stepped on the newly paved stone steps, and inside was the first altar It was still empty, and the clay sculpture of red pity was released, and it was placed on the altar with mana.

Hong Lian under the umbrella did not speak, stood motionless at the gate of the temple, and did not speak.

Lu Liangsheng, who turned back from inside, took her hand, went outside and sat down in front of a broken log lying on the ground, looking at the stretch of Qixia Mountain shrouded in sunlight.

"I will wait for you, and wait for the day you come out. If you feel lonely, you can tell me in a dream, and I will come and sit down. When you become a god, we will ride the old donkey together and roam the rivers and lakes!"

Hong Lian under the umbrella didn't speak, but just squeezed the man's hand tightly, tilted her head and slowly leaned on his shoulder, looking at Lujia Village where the dirt road stretched in the distance.

"Lu Lang keeps his word?"

"Heh heh...you keep your word!"

The refreshing sunset, Qixia Mountain, and only two people in front of the temple gate watched all this quietly, until the darkness spread from one side of the sky.

Hong Lian got up and walked into the temple gate, turned around slowly, gave a blessing to Lu Liangsheng who was at the gate, with beautiful pear dimples on his cheeks, smiled sweetly, and turned to the clay sculpture on the altar with a flick of his sleeves.

"Lu Lang, it's getting late, let's go back."

"Come see you tomorrow! Give you a delicious tribute."

Lu Liangsheng waved his hand and smiled, then turned and left. Early the next morning, he took the bamboo basket and brought the white-faced steamed buns made by Li Jinhua to the tribute table. He also brought a pen and ink in front of the statue. It is written on the two long plaques: the radiance of the radiant glow has lived for thousands of years, and the power of the gods has shaken the universe.

Hang it on both sides of the temple gate, and there is a short plaque on the gate, which says: Red God of Compassion.

The temple is getting more and more beautiful.

Time passed slowly, the roof of the newly built temple, the tiles accumulated dead leaves, and the brand new incense burner also had broken incense candles. Spring went to summer solstice, and there were more cicadas singing one after another in the dense forest.

Lu Xiaoxian wore beautiful clothes and sat in the main room, staring at the matchmaker who came to make a matchmaking match. Sun Yingxian unhappily swung a magic spell and kicked the other party's stool, showing embarrassment.

Lu Laoshi smiled and wanted to applaud, but was kicked by his wife, and tears of pain almost burst out.

Outside the courtyard, three tall teenagers ran out of the village with their books in their arms, ran up Qixia Mountain, and bowed to Taoist Toad, who was holding a wooden spoon and wearing an apron, on a big rock, panting.

Then, let go of your feet, ran to sit in a row in the small thatched courtyard in front of you, put the four treasures of the study, and read aloud aloud with the scroll in your hand.

The birds chirped and flew over the thatched cottage, and when they fell, the old pine sang happily, swayed and danced, and under the pine tree with swaying branches and leaves, Lu Liangsheng in white clothes with cloud patterns was holding a scroll, sitting on a stone bench, facing the sea of ​​clouds, and looking at the classics , and occasionally opened his mouth to correct the mistakes read by the young man in the yard over there.

In the scorching summer, inside the slightly open window lattice, a stack of painted skins in the sealed bookshelf squirmed slowly, and a gust of wind blew in, turning into a beautiful figure with fluttering sleeves, approaching the window with lotus steps, propping her chin, listening to the voice of awe-inspiring , the blinking eyes also looked at the old Matsushita scholar, and the red lips were drawn out charmingly.

Still so pretty.

The green mountains are gradually withering and yellowing, and then covered with white snow, winter is gone and spring is coming again.

Time flies.

The fifth volume of a sword is the beginning of the soul, and the eyes are closed to pray for the fire to be extinguished, and the painted skin nourishes the bones

Chapter 234 A Thousand Miles of Destiny

In the evening, the hot wind blows, the reeds fluctuate and sway, the clear river water, the fish rush out of the water to bubble, flick their tails and swim to the aquatic plants,

The flowing water reflected a stone bridge. On the bridge, a scholar with a bookshelf on his back wiped the sweat from his forehead, found a place to sit and rest for a while, took out dry food and blew the dust on it, and looked at the map in his hand.

"Ning Xiazhen should be ahead."

Some dull scholars muttered for a while, and after eating half a piece of dry food, they got up and continued to walk to the town not far ahead.

"stop!"

With a sudden shout, the scholar was startled, he quickly stood still, a few footsteps behind him rushed towards him, and in a blink of an eye passed by him, three shirtless men were holding weapons Pointing to a one-armed ranger wearing a scarf not far away.

"Look where you're going!" "Stop talking nonsense, kill him, grab the things—"

Several people fought together, the scholar turned pale with fright, tremblingly raised the hem of his robe, and raised the cuff to cover the side of his face with one hand, he dared not watch the fierce fighting scene, his steps faded The green cloth shoes, trotted up, and quickly walked towards the town.

"It's good to go into town, it's good."

Whispering a few words, before entering the town, the sound of tinkling irons came to the ears continuously, the scholar was holding on to the rope of the bookshelf, his eyes timidly glanced around, and the green forest hawker hurried past with a sword and iron gun on his back , or gathered in groups of three or four, looking at the passing pedestrians, showing their weapons, with a grin on the corner of their mouths.

Ningxia Town has become more prosperous in the past few years. Most of the merchants traveling from south to north have rested here and hired a group of guards to go to the city further north. There are bandits, who often go down the mountain to rob the road, making the town that was originally a gathering of green forests become a mixed bag, and there are usually many bandits mixed in.

But it's strange to say that the nearest mountain to the north of Ningxia Town is rarely visited by people, even the most famous gangsters on the nearby mountain don't dare to go there easily, there is no deep taboo.

In particular, there is a dilapidated temple in the mountains. When the word Ruolan is mentioned, the people who live in the town usually turn their faces and leave. This has become the most curious place for outsiders.

There is an inn in the town with a blue flag written with the words "immortals come". A scholar with a bookshelf on his back moved in small steps, and walked in timidly. He saw that the inside was full of drinkers carrying weapons, laughing and cursing loudly. He swallowed his saliva and stepped over the threshold. Without going inside, I whispered to a guy with a tray.

"Excuse me, little brother."

"Hey, is the guest here to eat or stay at the hotel?" The waiter hung down the tray, pulled the rag on his shoulder, and invited him in, his voice was loud and clear: "I have a guest..."

Before shouting out, the scholar quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm here to collect the bill, may I ask if your shopkeeper is here?"

The guy shut his mouth immediately, glanced at him, turned his head and shouted in: "The shopkeeper! Someone is here to collect the bill!!"

The scholar stretched his neck and looked at the counter inside. The fat shopkeeper with his big ears and a cockscomb hat was doing the accounting with a pen.

"The shopkeeper, my name is Ning, I'm here..."

Bah!

A thick-backed bone-chopping knife was chopped on the counter, and the fat shopkeeper raised his chin: "Receive the bill?"

goo~

The scholar swallowed his saliva and looked around. All the drinkers in the hall stopped their glasses, reached out and pressed the weapons on the corner of the table, squinted their eyes, and looked over unkindly.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

The scholar clasped his hands, hurriedly exited the inn, turned around and ran, the bookshelf behind him creaked and shook, and the books fell off, he stopped, looked at the inn again, saw no one was chasing him, so he picked it up Fleeing away like taking off.

"Hahaha--"

This scene made everyone in the inn burst into laughter, and slapped the table: "This nerd is still like others to collect the bill!"

"Yeah, don't come if you're afraid of death!" "Hmph, just rob him."

"A poor scholar, rob him? It's only a few cents after stripping his clothes."

"Hey, don't underestimate the scholar, if the shopkeeper hears about it, he will definitely kick you out."

Someone among them said these words, causing the surroundings to suddenly become quiet. The green foresters who were drinking at a table slapped their scabbards, snorted, and turned their heads to look at the person who had just spoken.

"Why, if you say something about a scholar, won't it still cause trouble?"

The man at the next table shook off his clothes, revealing the tattoos on his shoulders, leaned slightly, and narrowed his eyes.

"Then try it, do you know why this inn is called 'Xian Ren Lai'?"

The shopkeeper who kept the accounts over there raised his head, put down his pen, walked out with a smile, and arched his hands towards the two tables: "Eat and eat, go out and make money with peace, if you want to know how this inn got its name, just ask me, no?" There must be anger, folks."

The man who shook his shirt to reveal the tattoo snorted, sat back and continued to drink and eat. The green forest guest at the other table also pressed his knife back and looked back at the shopkeeper.

"Just now that guy said don't underestimate the scholar, the shopkeeper will throw me out? What's going on, my convoy from out of town is here, it's the first time I come to Ningxia Town, I hope the shopkeeper can clarify."

As he said holding the knife and clasping his fists, he paid for the almost knife attack just now.

The fat shopkeeper is a businessman, he returned the gift with a smile, and sat down at the table of the green forest guest casually, he knew that these people who licked blood with knives were most fond of this trick.

"Brother, I don't know. Three years ago, there was a fairy dressed as a scholar in our town. He was really handsome, suave and suave, and he had a sense of fairy in his every move. One could tell that he possessed the magic power of moving mountains and seas." , even leading an old shaved donkey, it is also a vigorous figure, with a dignified appearance... Behind him is a beautiful girl with tied hands, and then she will settle down at my inn."

Speaking of this matter, every time the fat shopkeeper said it out of the mouth, he would repeat it without repetition, which made people stunned.

Fortunately, the green forest guest reacted quickly, came back to his senses, looked for doubts, and frowned.

"With immortality, the shopkeeper can also see it?"

"Hey, of course..." The fat shopkeeper patted the table and changed his words: "...I can't tell."

He got up and walked out of the bench, waved his chubby hands, and said:

"The guest officer didn't know. That fairy was manifested in the past. It was in the Lanruo Temple in the mountain. There were monsters, so the fairy led an old donkey in. Oh, not long ago, the whole night was full of ghosts." It was daytime, with thunder and lightning, so scary, there were a few men in this town who wanted to rob the god, and they ran back halfway and told the whole story, they saw it with their own eyes."

"What about that person?"

"Human? Of course he followed the gods and went to play in the world."

"Maybe it's a group of pretending to be tricks and tricking you."

Hearing this, the fat shopkeeper quit, and turned back after walking to the counter, his tone was much louder than before, and he tapped his fingertips on the green forest guest table.

"Those people often ate wine at my place back then, how could they not know the basics?"

"Then why did you chase that scholar away just now?"

"It's a bill collector, and it's not a fairy, it's two different things."

The fat shopkeeper waved his hand, turned his back and walked to the door to look out: "It's getting dark, why is this bitch running up the mountain?"

In the distance, the figure with the bookshelf on his back asked for directions, left the town in a panic, and ran towards the mountain road north. While he was wondering, a voice suddenly interrupted the shopkeeper's thoughts.

"Shopkeeper, do you know if there are any vacancies?" "That's right, I'm waiting for four people to stay here, not to collect the bill."

The fat shopkeeper turned his gaze away, and under the eaves outside the door, four scholars of different heights were carrying bookshelves on their backs, smiling with their teeth showing, and cupping their hands at him.

"What luck today, just drove away one, and sent four more!"

Chapter 235 I'm Not Enemy, I Also Gather

"Shopkeeper, do you still have four vacant rooms?"