Museum of Demons

On that day, halfway through the temple fair in Lin'an Mansion, it began to rain heavily.

As the rain poured down, the original pedestrians also avoided the rain one after another, and the small vendors pushed their stalls to avoid the rain and went home in a hurry, This rain is so heavy, how did it come?

Oh, Ku Ye, hurry up and go away.

It was only a short while, and there were not many people here. The rain slapped on the bluestone bricks, and in a short while, there was only a quiet piece. Waiting quietly under the tree.

The rain didn't stop, and I don't know how long it has passed. The girl who looked down at the reflection of the sky and clouds on the bluestone slab suddenly froze. The rain stopped suddenly, and an oil-paper umbrella appeared above her head. A puff of anger and grievances suddenly rose:

Teacher, you!

The sound stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the elder brother holding the umbrella, Zhan Zhao held the umbrella, and said softly:

Go, go back...

The thief missed the appointment for the second time.

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I always feel that Jue is in a bad mood.

No, it's not bad, it's very bad.

Many young policemen, seeing the heroic girl coming out with a sword in hand, quickly restrained their low-pitched conversations and words, and retreated one after another. They all knew about the robber's relapse, and they always felt that there was something lurking in the entire mansion. A huge storm, overwhelming people breathless.

The sound of moccasin boots stepping on the ground was powerful and crisp.

The girl entered the back hall and poured herself a cup of tea on the table, but happened to hear the voice inside, frowned slightly, thought for a while, but there was no sound, and walked softly to listen, inside was an official from a nearby city, reporting Disaster situation.

There was a flood nearby.

The official reported with a smile on his face: It's all thanks to the Holy Majesty who enjoys the mandate of heaven. He governs cleanly, so he is blessed by the gods. Your lords work together, and the world is peaceful. Therefore, although there are natural disasters, the subordinates work hard. There is no one in the city. Casualties, God bless my Great Song...

No one was injured?

The official stroked his beard and said, Yes.

There was another thief who wanted to take advantage of this natural disaster to cause trouble, but he was captured and killed on the spot.

It's the Jiangnan Bandit Robber Yuan.

Heh... this person is young and not to be feared, but he dares to act recklessly when I am controlling the water.

At that time, it was too late to report to the superior, so in desperation, we had to kill him.

It's like killing a mad dog.

Leave the corpse on the street and let the insects and ants eat it.

Heh... not enough to say, not enough to say.

The girl catcher froze quickly.

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly.

And the official still had a polite smile on his face, explaining how he worked hard to overcome this natural disaster, and how the thief was arrogant, filled with righteous indignation, and finally led the police to kill him. Come.

But what he faced was Bao Zheng.

But at this time, the two policemen beside him seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, one of them kicked the potbellied official to the ground, gritted his teeth and said angrily, Is this what your lord is asking for credit? !

He turned over, knelt down on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, Master Bao is the master.

At that time, the dog official had already run away first, and the city was in danger. The official saw it with his own eyes, and it was Yuan who saved people.

My mother, my child, and many others... were all saved by him.

The lower official is incompetent, I can only watch him...

The middle-aged man took off his official hat, kowtowed heavily, and said in a choked tone:

...Blocking the river with one sword, exhausted to death.

There was a crisp breaking sound.

Several people in the back hall turned their heads subconsciously, and saw the girl in red standing there blankly, opened her mouth, unable to speak, Zhan Zhao immediately took a step forward, stretched out her arm, and said, Junior Sister Jue, You go out first.

The girl lost her mind, bypassed her senior brother, and staggered to the front of the kneeling head catcher.

Whispering: He... is dead?

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and took something out of his bosom, holding it in his hands, and said with some difficulty:

He said……

Sorry for the missed appointment...

Inside the white cloth was a hairpin that had been broken in two.

The girl opened her mouth, recalling the words when they first met.

'With your dirty money? '

This hairpin is not dirty...

The girl was in a trance, but felt that the world was shaking, and then she saw the tense faces of her senior brother and Mr. Bao, just wondering why they became so tall, and then she realized why she fell to the ground, strange, why is it raining up...

Hey, it's raining a lot...

The girl's face was dull, and the tears in her eyes were uncontrollable.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhan Zhao's arm subconsciously, his fingers were almost embedded in the bone.

He He……

Zhan Zhao was speechless.

The low sobbing finally couldn't be suppressed anymore, and it turned into a crying sound, a suppressed low sound, crying like the wind.

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So, junior sister, are you really not going with us?

Next to the post station, Nanxia Zhanzhao was riding a war horse. Bao Zheng was the censor, and he would not stay in one place for too long. The girl stayed in Jiangnan.

Don't do something stupid.

In the end, Zhan Zhao still couldn't hold back the words.

Brother, what are you talking about?!

The girl raised her sword eyebrows, full of heroic spirit, Could I be that kind of idiot?!

She looked at the magnificent scenery of misty rain ten miles south of the Yangtze River, and her voice softened:

I just, like Jiangnan very much...

Lord Bao and Nanxia Zhanzhao from the capital finally returned to the capital, while the girl in red rode a horse, with the sound of hooves ticking, walking in the misty alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, never looking back.

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Twenty years later.

This is really fake...

The famous arrester of the six gates, does he still have such a past?

Several young men with heroic eyebrows were dumbfounded.

They never expected that the famous arrester who was full of rivers and lakes and frightened the heroes of the green forest would have such a past. When they saw the woman from a distance, she was no longer a girl, and her high ponytail was replaced by a more solemn appearance. , with wide sleeves, and a sword across the south of the Yangtze River.

It's just different from ordinary people, there are two broken hairpins side by side in her bun.

The person who told the story was the head of a wealthy businessman in the entire Lin'an Mansion.

Several youths quickly said:

Our Shangguan is the number one arrester in Jiangnan Road. He rode his horse through the Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, and fell asleep listening to the rain in Zhenjiang under the Jinshan Mountain. The world does not know how many celebrities, knights, wealthy merchants, and even those who are honored. Gui wanted to ask for a marriage, but in the end they all failed, and we all said that she actually likes Jiangnan, so she can't see those people.

The rich businessman who told the story laughed: This is wrong.

He leaned back and watched the famous captor who was as proud as a swallow in the south of the Yangtze River pass by, the horse's hooves were ticking, thinking of the absurd youth twenty years ago, he said softly:

She's just waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone?

That's right, the celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River, the heroes in the northern part of the country, and even the nobles in the capital are all excellent, but she is not waiting for these people.

Then who is she waiting for?

Wait for who?

Wait for the one in Jiangnan who can catch up with the wind.

Then when will he come? Otherwise... Several Jiangnan teenagers looked at each other, gearing up, Let's go and tie that guy up and send him to the door of the lord, hehe, she will definitely reward us.

Tie people up and send them away?

The rich businessman couldn't help laughing out loud. He looked into the distance, and the Buddha bell kept ringing, bringing up flying flowers and fallen leaves. He could hear the sound of red dust, the sound of wind, and the sound of reading books.

There are many flowers, talents and beauties in Jiangnan Road.

There are Buddha bells and willows in the breeze.

There used to be the world's most romantic and first-class arrogant robbers.

The rich businessman lost his mind for a long time, and finally said softly: Unfortunately, she can't wait any longer.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom.

Jiangnan's younger brother, Jiangnan old, finally saw white hair on the sideburns of a beautiful girl.

By the time the heroic attire turned into the clothes of the famous arresters of the six sects, and finally retreated into the uniform and changed into simple and plain clothes, the years have passed too long. In front of a tombstone outside the Jinshan Temple, the white-haired The woman leans against the tombstone.

Pour down a jug of spirits.

There was still Yinglang from back then in his eyes, and he said softly:

How many years have passed? Speaking of which, Jiangnan is indeed very good, as good as it was back then.

Speaking of which, I actually don't miss you anymore.

The old man is selling charcoal. Although the little girl has changed a batch, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are still as beautiful. The little brother who made soup cakes got married and gave birth to a child. The child is promising. He passed away years ago. , but there are also soup cakes.”

The taste is also very good, but sometimes I feel that it is not as good as it was back then.

The smell of red dust in the south of the Yangtze River is still very strong, and the stars are also bright at night.

The prosperity of Jiangnan is not inferior to the sky.

Jiangnan is so nice, I even forget about you.

There are monks behind.

The woman said: Master Fahai.

The poor monk's life is at the end of his life, and he is here today to visit his old friend.

Yeah?

The monks put down the sacrifices they brought.

The white-haired woman rubbed the tombstone lightly with her fingers, and suddenly said:

...Master, tell me, this life is over, but is there another life to talk about?

True Buddhists do not practice afterlife, but the monk was silent for a long time, and said with certainty:

There will be.

The woman seemed to have a lot to say, first she wanted to say whether she would see him, whether she would meet again, but at this moment, she seemed to have nothing to say. She knew that this was just the monk's compassion. Past and present lives, so in the end, I just smiled lightly, looked at the tombstone, and said:

Yeah?

It would be best if you were still in Jiangnan.

The monk was speechless.

He turned around and left, walking up the mountain step by step.

What happened back then, the snake demon was suppressed under the Jinshan Temple for a thousand years, and with its cultivation, it was transformed into the south of the Yangtze River to warm and nourish the mountains and rivers here. The thousand years of time will last forever, which is a more painful punishment than death... and Xu Xian finally became a monk in Jinshan Temple When Fahai was on the mountain, seeing the same old and quiet monk, Qingdeng Ancient Temple, the two just nodded to each other.

Bai Suzhen, who came here to repay her kindness, finally killed her benefactor by mistake.

Xu Xian, a loving husband and wife, finally became a monk.

Husband and wife are in the same place, but they move like participating in business, and they will never see each other in this life.

There are no more robbers in the south of the Yangtze River.

The famous arrester has Jiangnan.

It was me, who wanted to save others but failed to protect my friend in the end.

Under the anger, he exhausted his cultivation for the rest of his life.

All love is evil.

All life is suffering.

That is to say, it's only you, so I feel at ease.

The monk looked soft and climbed up the pagoda with some difficulty. Then, under the exclamation of all the disciples, he turned over the pagoda and sat alone on the pagoda. Coming here makes one's heart open, and the Buddha's bell is heavy. Because of the suppression of Bai Suzhen, Fa Hai's cultivation has been exhausted. Looking at the distant tide and listening to the bell, it seems as if he saw the robber lying there with his arms on his head, laughing. Ask yourself:

Fa Hai, where is the Dharma?

The old monk clasped his hands together and replied with a smile:

Amitabha……

Buddhism is only in the world of mortals.

News of Qiantang tide came like thunder.

The Buddha bell rang, the last sound.

PS: Today's first update... 3,400 words.

The story ends with one more chapter than expected.

This story actually looks like waking up...