Great Sui Guoshi

"coming."

"Hey, why is there a donkey here?"

"It should be the same as us, passing by to avoid the rain."

The sound of rustling footsteps approached from far away. Five men, one woman, and a child of seven or eight years old hurried in with steam in their bodies. Inside, they saw a scholar sitting on the ground, reading a book against the wall. Among them was a middle-aged man slightly He bowed his hands to Lu Liangsheng, which was an abrupt greeting.

"I'm not the owner of this place, but I'm here to shelter from the rain. Feel free to."

Lu Liangsheng got up to return the salute, then sat down again, looked at the people and the child over there, it was a scene of deja vu, the last time he met Chen Jing like this, he couldn't help but look at the child more.

The child was also looking at him, his eyes were brown and the other blue, quite strange, looking at the scholar who was smiling at him and buried in his book, the child subconsciously pulled his father beside him, and said in a low voice:

"Father, let's go quickly, that man over there, and a big toad is a bit weird."

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Liangsheng, then turned his gaze back to the child's face with stern eyes.

"Tuo'er, don't be rude."

"Oh."

Unconvinced, the child glanced at the scholar over there, and returned to his mother. Four men who looked like guards sat around and chatted in a low voice.

"I thought it would be easier to walk after the severe drought, but it rained heavily when I came out."

"Fortunately, Madam's natal home is not far from here, so I don't know if there was a disaster or not."

"...don't say a few words."

Judging from their accents, they should come here from the Northern Zhou Dynasty to visit relatives.

Lu Liangsheng glanced at them, and he happened to be going there too, so he went over to chat a few words, and asked about Bei Zhou's situation along the way.

After concentrating on his thoughts, he was closing the book when a distant sound of Buddha's chant sounded like a bell.

"My Buddha... is merciful!"

Lu Liangsheng laughed, and when he heard the resonant Buddhist words, he knew who was coming, but the people who were sheltering from the rain over there were startled, turned their heads, and their expressions changed suddenly.

Outside the door, a chubby monk came in with Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, holding a rhubarb cloth bag in his hand, bowing his head sideways and restraining his stomach before he forced his way in.

Fajing made a vertical seal to pay homage to the Buddha.

"Poor monk, Fajing, I have met, several benefactors."

With the same eyes as Lu Liangsheng, he looked at the child next to the woman one more time, and then came to the opposite of the scholar, and sat down cross-legged with a red face.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, don't come, you're fine."

Only then did those few people know that this monk with a sloppy face and a big waist came to see a sloppy scholar. One was as big as a mountain, sitting cross-legged on the top of his head and almost reached the roof of the house, and the other was well-proportioned, with a handsome face and smelled of alcohol.

The two of them sitting opposite each other seemed a little weird no matter how they looked.

The middle-aged man remembered what his son said just now, and lowered his voice towards the four guards and his wife.

"It's not easy to stay here for a long time, let's hurry up and get on the road."

Several people cleaned up quickly, and took the child with two-colored eyes out. After a sound of horses and carriages, they gradually drifted away in the rain.

Lu Liangsheng looked away and handed the gourd over.

"Master also saw that child just now?"

"Born, spiritual root."

The fat monk's cultivation base is much higher than that of Lu Liangsheng. When he came in, he could see the difference at a glance, but he didn't get entangled in this matter.

Shaking his head and rejecting the wine gourd, he asked:

"Fellow Daoist Lu, why did you come to He Liangzhou?"

"Nothing to worry about, just go for a walk and meet old friends on the way." Lu Liangsheng took a sip of his drink, took out a pack of dry food from his sleeve, all of which were pancakes bought on the way, gave one piece to the monk, and said with a smile:

"Afterwards, I want to visit the Northern Zhou Dynasty. As the saying goes: It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. But why is the master still in Heliangzhou?"

This monk was unrestrained, Fa Jing smelled the pancakes, as if he hadn't eaten them for a long time, he bit down and stuffed them into his mouth to chew, even wiped away the crumbs from his mouth.

"He Liangzhou, and there are many homeless people, the poor monks are running around to collect them, and return them to the government for resettlement. If there are any, those who are willing to practice, the poor monks will take them back to Wanfo Temple."

Lu Liangsheng was stunned for a moment. He knew what the monk was going to do before, but he didn't expect that he was still doing it after so long.

He got up and spread his wide sleeves, and bowed his hands to Fajing.

"Master, you are a man of great virtue."

The monk stood up on his knees, waved his hands, and stammered:

"Didn't...don't, poor monk, just learn from Fellow Daoist Lu and sacrifice your life for good, that's all."

With a bang of the head, it hit the beam of the house, and the slanted roof fell down with a bang, the thatch and bricks scattered all over the ground, and the old donkey outside was drenched in the rain, shaking the rein and barking.

The two stood in the roofless room, looked at each other, and suddenly laughed.

Hahaha--

--Ha ha ha ha!

The loud laughter spread, and the falling rain streaked away in an instant. In the rain curtain in the distance, the few people who left in a hurry heard these two laughs, and they trembled all over, and hurried to the horse even more.

"Go, go, go!"

"drive!"

…………

After the laughter, the rain fell vertically again.

"It seems that I can't talk to the master for a long time today."

The scholar waved his robe and cast a magic spell on the old donkey over there to avoid water, tied a black-striped gourd around his waist, and suddenly remembered something.

"After the master returns, you might as well do me a favor."

"it is good!"

"The master agreed without asking what it was?"

The fat monk rubbed his belly and laughed, picked up the big yellow cloth bag and put it on his shoulder.

"Your business is definitely not a bad thing."

Lu Liangsheng also laughed, lifted the bookshelf and put it on the donkey's back, picked up the master on the ground and put it in the compartment, and turned to face Fajing.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. After the master leaves He Liangzhou, if he meets Sun Yingxian by chance, tell him that I'm going to Northern Zhou."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands to thank him, and led the old donkey slowly to the rain screen.

"Master, farewell!"

Fajing bowed to the Buddha who was going away.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, go slowly."

ding ding...

The sound of the bell was still faintly heard in the rain.

1 Chapter [-] Ferry

The spring rain lasted for several days, and the white mist spread across the dense forest.

The old donkey flicked its bald tail happily, stretched out its tongue to roll up the young grass on the ground, grabbed the toad Taoist by its two ears, and beat it with webbed when controlling its balance.

"I told you not to learn from the old man, but to learn!"

In the bookshelf, Nie Honglian was humming a joyful song, occasionally swishing, stretched out her arm, and plucked the wild flowers on the roadside. The wind blew gently, and the petals fell off, drifted to the back, and landed on the dirty land. on the scholar's robe.

Lu Liangsheng held the petals in his hands with his fingertips, smiled, and followed behind swayingly, took the gourd at his waist, unscrewed the cork, and poured a mouthful.

Only bits and pieces of coolness melted on the tongue.

"Uh, there's no more wine... It seems that one gourd is not enough."

Muttering to himself, Lu Liangsheng shook his mouth twice more, and there was really no drop.

From the perspective of outsiders, Lu Liang is a drunkard scholar in life, even a little insane, but the toad and female ghost on the old donkey over there know that the scholar is more sober than anyone else, but he just wants to drink non-stop to be numb Just myself.

Qu'er stopped, and Hong Lian floated into the rain curtain, looking at Lu Liangsheng who was stumbling along.

"Young master, hurry up."

"Well, come."

Hearing the response, Nie Honglian looked worriedly at the toad on the donkey's head.

"Master Toad, will your son be so depressed in the future?"

Compared to Hong Lian's worries, Taoist Hama doesn't care about his apprentice's current state

"It's okay, you don't understand men, the depression of will is only temporary, and this state is an excellent tempering for practitioners, once you see through it, hehe, it will be different, the old man also came here in the same way back then Yes, quack."

At a certain moment, he thought of the woman buried in a certain mountain again.

... After recovering your cultivation base, you should go and have a look. After so many years, I don't know if it is still there.

After thinking for a while, Toad tied a wild vegetable to the rope and carried it with a wooden branch to lead the old donkey forward. He turned around and urged the old donkey loudly with puffed-out toad eyes.

Turning around, he shook his head.

Alas, the old man really broke his heart.

One ghost and one toad didn't know that Lu Liangsheng was drunk all the way, but he never stopped practicing, and he didn't know if his practice of the righteous way of heaven and earth had undergone some changes after being robbed by the sky thunder, and he had faintly reached a bottleneck.

While reading "Mountain and Sea Pictures" on the way, as his cultivation level gradually improved, he also gained some insights from the paintings and words. This kind of insight made him somewhat speechless, but he couldn't find it in other books.

"Could it be...only the book Mountains and Seas Illustrated?"

Shaking off his chaotic thoughts, Lu Liangsheng's staggering footsteps were extremely steady, even if it was a rough road, he could walk on flat ground, and heard Hong Lian's voice, "Hurry up."

"coming!"

The scholar replied, waved his cuffs, walked a little bit with muddy water, and ran forward, leaping up for a moment, and sat on the donkey's back.

The donkey's limbs couldn't take it anymore, so it shook. The toad on the top of its head had quick eyes and hands, hugged the donkey's ears, and turned around to stare at it.

"Evil, quack."

uh huh huh~~

The old donkey seemed to understand, stuck out his tongue, neighed and nodded.

Then, the flippers were covered.

"Learn from me again!"

Hong Lian hid in the painting and chuckled, the silver bell-like laughter reverberated in this unnamed mountain, filled with mist, voices of people, donkeys braying, female ghost chuckling, and toad's exasperated roar, it was lively and lively. Noisy walk through.

When walking out of this mountain, it was already afternoon, the rain had not stopped, and the sound of rushing water could be heard in the distance.

Extending along this road, you can vaguely see pedestrians, businessmen and travelers going to and from the official road. There should be a pier crossing the river. It's still in the Zhou mansion.

"I'm so used to avoiding water, I forget about paper umbrellas."

Leading the old donkey, we passed in the rain like this. The river surface was filled with water vapor, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness. This kind of rainy day was not suitable for ferry boats. Several passenger boats were roped off and tied to the wooden posts of the ferry bridge.

When Lu Liangsheng passed by, there were seven people chatting around a boatman.

"I'm really in a hurry, boatman, please do me a favor." "...I'm also in a hurry. I haven't come back for three years, and my mother-in-law gave me birth to a big fat boy."

"That's right, boatman, you see everyone is in a hurry."

Among the seven, there are four dressed as scholars, carrying bookshelves, you look at me, I look at you.

"I told you not to rush on your way, how are you doing now?" "I'm still to blame? The last time I met a vixen at night, it was not you who provoked it. As a result, the three of us failed the exam."

"Yes, but I think the boatman is right. The river is full of steam, and sailing is too dangerous."

"...The danger is not meeting monsters, what are you afraid of?!"

…………

In the rambling voice, Lu Liangsheng looked at the backs of these four people, always feeling a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw them, so he went straight to the old boatman and cupped his hands.

"Boater, I want to take the ferry too."