Grandpa is such a bunny

There was a small new tomb bag there, and a clean stone tablet was erected in front of the grave. The sunlight shone on the wall of the tablet, reflecting a cold light unique to stone.

Sitting beside the stele was a thin woman, her dress was covered with weeds and loess, and there were brown stains of unknown origin that dried one by one on the corner of her robe. Staring at her feet, when she heard the sound, she raised her head, her eyes filled with joy in an instant, and after seeing the person coming, the light dimmed very quickly, and she became lifeless.

Tubo walked over and glanced at the words on the stele——Xu Shengxiang, the name of the little girl, and this woman is Xiangxiang's mother, Mrs. Li. Tubo once had a relationship with Mrs. Li, and I remember that she was a capable and intelligent woman woman.A sudden accident at home crushed her slender spine, and all the gentleness and decency of the past disappeared, leaving only a warm walking corpse.

When she got closer, Tubo saw that the big stain on the corner of her robe was dried blood.She once carried out her bloody daughter from under the heavy wheel. Xiangxiang's blood stained her whole body, growing into her bones like a cancer, and she couldn't wash it off even if she didn't want to wash it off.

Li Shi turned a deaf ear to their arrival, and was trapped in her own world.

Tubo knelt down on one knee and looked at the small tomb, just like every time he bent down to listen to the little girl calling him with a smile, he took out the beauty picture balm from his bosom and put it in front of the tombstone.

Mrs. Li glanced blankly, trembling all over, and then burst into tears holding the ointment box, "Xiangxiang...Xiangxiang..."

The sound of crying lingers between the old and new graves, especially desolate.

Hearing the cry, two people trotted out from the large connected cemetery.A man and a woman, dressed in linen and wearing white on their heads, the woman walked over quickly and hugged Mrs Li, while the man stood in front of her and asked vigilantly, "Who are the two adults?"

Tubo said, "I'm Tubo, the catcher of Luo'an city yamen, this is Chan Master Shanyue, and I'm here to investigate the ghosts in the city under the order of Master Du." He turned his eyes to the man's face , said, "He Qiang, is He Lei's tomb buried here too?"

When He Qiang called his name, He Qiang was stunned for a moment, with unbearable pain in his eyes, his tanned face was faintly pale, his lips trembled, "Yes, so you are the picture that Xiao Shitou said Brother." He stared at Tubo in a daze, trying to see something from him, "He told me that he would learn martial arts and catch bad guys like Brother Tu in the future."

A suppressed cry sounded from behind him, and Xiao Shitou's mother tried her best to cover her lips, and tears flowed from between her fingers.Tubo, who was crying like a needle, felt uncomfortable, so he said a few words of comfort, "I'm going to see Xiao Shitou." He turned to look at Qian Fan, "It just so happens that you can also relive his soul."

After he finished speaking, the woman's suppressed crying suddenly stopped. Tubo looked suspiciously, but only saw He Qiang turned around and grabbed her, blocking He's thin body tightly, with his back to her. Looking at Tubo, he said, "Don't bother me and the eminent monk. We have talked with Xiao Shitou all morning. He should be tired. You can let him sleep."

Tubo was stunned for a moment. Li's crazy words came from behind He Qiang and his wife. He silently looked at the couple who were protecting Li behind him. His eyes swept over the haggard and sad expressions of the two. What, nodded heavily, "Dead people can't be resurrected, so mourn."

He Qiang opened his bloodshot eyes and turned his head away, as if he couldn't accept this sentence.

Tubo stood on the other side of him and didn't see He Qiang's expression, but Qian Fan, who was quietly standing aside, noticed the flash of emotion on the face of this middle-aged man who suddenly lost his son when he turned his head. There is grief, there is regret, and there is a hint of ambiguity.

In the west of the city, flying spirit banners and Mingqian can be seen. The wind caresses between the gullies, making a rustling sound. There is nothing to say. Tubo and Qianfan walked back. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around. , looked at the He family couple who were comforting Mrs. Li in a low voice, and said, "Until now, it is really rare that you can still treat her like a neighbor and protect her."

Speaking of which, the two families also harbored a feud against their son, and the enemies didn't turn red when they met... Tubo was a little surprised, his eyes were like knives, and he swept across the couple's body inch by inch.

He Qiang met his gaze, his shoulders stretched like a stone statue. After a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and he relaxed in secret. Angry expression.

He wiped the tears from his face with his hands, and put his hand on the shoulder of the maddened Li, "It was her man who killed my son, and it had nothing to do with her. After all, she and I are just poor women who lost their son."

Tubo was noncommittal, and wanted to ask something, looked down and saw a piece of Mingqian blown by the wind stuck to the bottom of his trousers, stopped the words in his throat, and returned to Luo'an City together with Qian Fan.

They didn't go far. In the desolate and desolate cemetery in the west of the city, the tears of He Shi, who was crying empathetically, stopped suddenly. He looked down at the crazy woman beside him, grabbed the hand on his shoulder, and slipped. Li's neck, in her nervous murmur, she said bitterly, "Give me back my son's life, give me my son's life back."

She shook the woman who lost her only son as much as she did, and burst into tears.

He Qiang stared at the direction Tubo left, hugged his wife into his arms, and whispered, "It will be fine, it will be fine, the little stone will come back."

In Luo'an City, it was just after noon, and there was still the faint smell of food wafting from restaurants and inns on the street.Qian Fan looked at the young man who was walking silently all the way, trying to see something from his tensed side face, when he inadvertently got closer, the sandalwood on his body floated under the tip of Tubo's nose, the man twitched his brows, and turned around. god.

"Hungry, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, and we are almost at the inn. We will go back after eating. I know that there is a restaurant that makes the best vegetarian food. Let's go and try it without Du Yunyun. .”

As soon as he spoke, Tubo seemed to be painted with color in an instant, his eyebrows and eyes were alive and alive, Qian Fan was infected by him, and couldn't help but relax, listening quietly to him talking about how delicious the vegetarian dishes in that restaurant were.

It was already past the meal time, there were not many people eating, and the restaurant was rare and clean. Not long after the two of them stepped into the inn, someone silently looked away in the winding, narrow and inaccessible alley, and quietly slipped against the wall and disappeared. .

Tubo found a place by the window, and after ordering three or five vegetarian dishes, he leaned against the window and thought about something, with his fingers resting on his lips, his slender and strong wrist covered with veins, gently rubbing against his light-colored thin lips .

Qian Fan tried his best to tear his gaze away from his fingertips, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, reciting the Buddhist scriptures silently.

"Candles and ghosts, vengeance and poor people." Tubo read a sentence, picked up the cup on the table and poured two cups of tea, pushed one cup to Qian Fan's eyes, and held the other cup in the palm of his hand, looking down at the roughness inside. The tea leaves floated in the water, and he said to himself, "Does it matter?"

"Yes." A quiet and gentle answer came from across the table.

Tubo rolled his eyelids, "How do you say?"

Qian Fan flicked the beads, "Ghosts are afraid of light, candles produce light. Candles and ghosts are opposites, so it shouldn't be lighting a candle to see ghosts. The revenge of killing a child and poor people can be both cause and effect, and it can also be an inside story."

"Inside story?" Tubo pressed the smooth teacup to his lips, and the heat of the tea came out, soaking his lips. He turned the last two words between his lips three times, and suddenly said, "Poor There must be something hateful about a person?"

Qian Fan looked at the red sandalwood Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Or there must be something pitiful for a hateful person."

Tu Bai's brows moved, "You saw He Qiang's expression. When he heard me say that he was going to rescue the little stone, he tensed up instantly, as if he was afraid, although it was quickly covered up. But I think I read it right, he is a victim, why is he afraid of me?" He blinked and looked straight at Qian Fan, "Or is he afraid of you?"

The monk on the opposite side was wearing plain blue robes, with picturesque eyebrows and a gentle and elegant demeanor. From nowhere, he should not be the object of fear. Tubo looked at the bland and fresh vegetarian food sent by Xiaoer, and thought, "Qian Fan is as good-looking and harmless as this plate of cold carrot shreds, which makes rabbits like it."

"Maybe what he is afraid of is not us, but the identity behind you and me." Tubo pointed out.

In the inn where the yamen stayed temporarily, Du Yun was reading a memorial. He glanced at ten lines, but read slowly, "Yangjiapo has planted trees for three years and let Li Nian cut them down to build a house. God doesn't even look down on him. Fortunately, there were no casualties in Yangjiapo this time, otherwise, Li Nian's fat body would not be enough for me to chop even if he gained twenty catties of fat."

Sun Xiao and the master had just returned from solving the mountain torrents in Linfeng County. The master put his hands in his hands and said dryly, "Li Nian has not made any major mistakes in the past few years as an official. You just need to deal with it."

Du Yun snorted coldly, "I know, otherwise you would think that he can still raise fat in the yamen of Linfeng County."

Seeing that he was very annoyed by Li Zhixian's white flesh all over his body, Sun Xiao looked around, and like a thief, he took out a big oily paper package from the bag, which was wrapped three times inside and outside, and he peeled off a piece of paper. layer, a fresh and spicy fragrance wafted out.

Du Yun's eyes were straightened at that time, and Sun Xiao said, "This is a specialty of Linfeng County. Master Li asked me to bring it back to reward my brother. Sir, is this considered bribery?"

"It doesn't count. If I eat it, I will punish him as I like. It's useless. Let me see what it is. I'm so hungry." Du Yun has a thick skin and doesn't know what it is. That man is short-handed and soft-mouthed, and accepts everything he offers. After accepting it, he still refuses to give him face. The unique oil and salt are not allowed. As time goes by, the officials of five counties and ten towns don't bother to give him gifts.

Sun Xiao pinched the oiled paper bag with his fingers in embarrassment, his big eyes fluttered, "Brother Tu is not here, right?"

Du Yun seems to have been short of meat since he was a child, and his eyes turn green when he sees meat, "It doesn't matter if he's around, he won't eat when he's around."

Dodging Du Yun who was about to pounce on him, Sun Xiao walked back and forth across the table between him, "Where did he go?"

Du Yun, "Who knows which little girl he hooked up with, don't worry about him."

Sun Xiao clasped the oiled paper bag, her delicate eyebrows seemed to be knotted, and hesitantly said to an old lady with bound feet, "Forget it, forget it, I'll take it and throw it away."

Then he walked to the swill pool in the backyard.

Du Yun was dying of hunger, and when he saw the fat in his mouth, he was about to fly away. His face darkened, and he slapped the table, "Who taught you to waste food?"

Sun Xiao was taken aback by him, and threw the oiled paper bag on the table with a mournful face, "But is it really okay for us to eat with Brother Tu behind our backs?"

The oiled paper bag was rolled on the table twice, but the outer oiled paper couldn't hold it anymore, and after shaking it a few times, a large bag of spicy rabbit heads with red oil sprinkled with sesame seeds and prickly ash was revealed.

Du Yun, "..."

The three of them looked at each other with the spicy rabbit head on the table. Whether to eat or not was really a question. No one spoke in the room for a while, and the spicy aroma of rabbit meat soon spread across the room. After a while, Du Yun swallowed and turned around. After closing the door, the three of them quickly sat around the table, and Du Yun said in a low voice, "It must not be wasted."

The rest of the two nodded in unison. Du Yun wiped his hands with a towel, handed them around in turn, and finally threw it into the washbasin. He carefully raised a red rabbit head and said seriously, "We don't want to eat it. , we are just afraid of wasting money.”

"Yes, Brother Tu will understand us." "Yes."

After saying that, the three of them looked at each other, and rushed towards the special products of Linfeng County on the table like a storm.

Tubo stopped after taking a step into the inn, Qian Fan turned his head, "What?"

Tubo took a deep breath, looked towards the second floor, wrinkled his handsome nose, "It smells so good." Following the scent, he went up the stairs, stood in front of Du Yun's room, glanced at the monk beside him, With a rather chic kick, he kicked open the door.

The moment the door slammed open, Du Yun quickly hid something in his arms.

Tubo wandered in, his slender fingers swept over the puddle of red oil on the table, "Take it out."

"Nothing." Du Yun said vaguely with a puffy face.

Tubo tidied up a clean place, let Qian Fan sit down, stood in front of Du Yun, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his cheeks. Master Du's face was white and tender, and when he pinched it, there was a red mark, and there was an 'ow' sound Spit out half a bone that was not clean.

"It's shameful, it looks a bit like an official..." Tubo squatted down and stiffened after seeing the bone clearly, and then said slowly, "Isn't it just a rabbit's head, eat it if you eat it."

Sun Xiao pinched the toilet paper and hurriedly said, "That's not Brother Tu, you—"

Tubo raised his head suddenly, his eyes contained a trace of hidden depth and inquiry, "What's wrong with me?"

Sun Xiao stopped talking.

"Isn't it just because you don't eat meat? What else could it be? Go aside, my cheeks hurt like hell." Du Yun interjected carelessly, kicking the rabbit's skull aside, calm and composed under Tubo's probing eyes He took out the rabbit meat in his arms, took a bite, and licked his fingers, "Would you like a bite?"

Seeing that he was eating naturally, Tubo withdrew his gaze, leaned back on a chair beside him, raised his legs, and thought, "Just because of Du Yunyun's urination, if he knew that I was a rabbit monster, how could he not?" Want me to change him into a mountain of gold and silver, or a beautiful woman to play with?" He looked at Du Yun's fingers covered with peppers, "It's shocking to hear that, I actually want to try it too."

Du Yun licked his fingers. Seeing from the corner of his eye that Sun Xiao and the master hadn't eaten, he pouted at the animal opposite him, stretched his clothes, and asked, "Did Zen master go to see Mrs. Li with Lao Tu? What did you gain?"

Only then did he think of the beauty beside him, Tubo picked up his airs again, sat upright, turned his head and smiled handsomely at Qian Fan beside him, the smile had not faded, and his voice had already turned cold, "Go to interrogate the driver again , ask why Ma was surprised when the accident happened, Xiangxiang's father is still in prison, don't move him for now, Xiao Sun will check this person's background, I remember he is not a local, sir, find two more brothers Follow He Qiang and his wife."

Du Yun was surprised, "You suspect that Xiangxiang was not an accident?"

Tubo's fingers hanging by his side moved nervously, and his eyes fell on the spicy rabbit head lying alone on the ground. There is a straight line between the corners of the eyes and the eyelids. When he is not smiling, he is always sharp for no reason. He is serious. After sitting for a quarter of an hour, he suffered from hypochondrosis again, lazily leaning on the back of the chair, like a sword waiting to be put into a scabbard, as if talking to himself, "I always have to give them an explanation."

Qian Fan saw the blue veins on the back of his white hands beating faintly from under this lazy skin.

Du Yun ordered to go down and act according to what Tubo said. Everyone performed their duties and left the room under orders.

There are two spicy rabbit heads on the table that are rolling in the spicy red oil. Du Yun glanced at the flowery beast opposite, and felt that he was not mad enough to gnaw the rabbit head in front of this person. The rabbit head wrapped the bag, coughed twice, "I am thirsty and have to go to the toilet, so I won't stay."

After speaking, he rushed out of the guest room while Tubo raised one eyebrow and questioned him.

Tubo disliked it, and thought, "Isn't it just a rabbit's head, so delicious?" After thinking about it, he felt chilly on the back of his neck, and was inexplicably a little scared.

The afternoon sun came in dimly through the cracks in the doors and windows, and changed to a room facing the downtown. Qian Fan stood by the window and looked down through the cracks.

"Leave it to dry first, let's see what it's for." Tubo seemed to have eyes on his hair, and without looking up, he knew what the other person meant without looking. He peeled the orange in his hand, and carefully pinched the white tendons, and occasionally yawned two or three times.

"Come here, poor monk." Qian Fan was about to pick up the oranges in his hand and peel them for him.

Tubo evaded with a smile on his lips, and put the peeled oranges into his palm, "Eat it, sleep for a while after eating, and at night, I would like to ask you for a favor." He said and walked to the door , "I won't be here to hinder your cleanliness." He also left the room.

The setting sun fell on the tangerine flesh, and the juicy juicy glistened brightly. Qian Fan silently looked at the tangerine in his hand, his handsome face as bright as jade was coated with a layer of warm color by the sun.

It didn't take long to rest, and the sky became dark, and the black curtain covered the city of Luo'an, without a single spark.

Before Tubo had time to ask Qian Fan how he could even do such things as subduing demons, he saw that the Buddhist beads in the monk's hand had already been shot into the heavenly stems and earthly branch amulets in the room.

He put away his curiosity and said in a low voice, "Force that ghost hand out."

A bean-sized candle flickered and lit up in the room, standing in the center of the yellow wooden table, illuminating the surrounding tables, chairs and benches.

Not long after, a strong fishy smell came out of the room, and then scarlet eyes crawled up the ground, the corner of the table, and the base of the wall like a tide.Qian Fan recited silently in a low voice, the gilt-like patterns quickly flowed on the Buddhist beads in the array, a sudden strong wind blew up in the room, the ground shook and the mountains shook, his brows were slightly condensed, and he gave a low shout of 'close', the sharp and miserable neighing sound instantly The sound echoed in the room, making people's eardrums swell up and hurt sharply.

The black blood on the ground was blown up by the gloomy wind, first a little bit, and then suddenly raised a wall of blood one person high out of thin air and rushed towards them.

It was the same method again, Tubo was more proficient this time, and pulled the blue bed curtain beside him to wrap the two of them in, blocking the blood water pouring down from the pocket.

Outside the blood was splattering, but inside there was no distance, Tubo grinned and touched Qian Fan shoulder to shoulder, making a series of teasing 'tsk' sounds.

The light under the bed curtain is dim, forming an independent and small space. When talking, the breath can be sprayed on the other party's face. I didn't notice it last time, but this time it was especially obvious. Qian Fan's face was red. Got teased by some bastard.

"Did you see it?" Tubo asked, and in this situation, he was still holding his hand tenderly, straightening the robes of the person opposite.

Qian Fan blushed and nodded, and drew an anti-spell on the bed curtain covering his head. When the spell took effect and the talisman array returned to the cage at the same time to contain the bloody water all over the sky, a very thin red rope also flew It came out, entwining the withered hand behind the wall of blood that kept bubbling up like eyes.

The shrill voice in the room suddenly rose, the withered hand was forced to stick out the bleeding wall, turned into a ferocious white bone claw and scratched at them frantically. Withered hands in a desperate situation, he said with a smile, "The dog is in a hurry."

As if to reflect Tubo's words, the withered hand became more and more crazy, Tubo stretched his head, and touched the withered hand with rotten flesh and bones.

"What to do?" Qian Fan grabbed him the moment he made a move.

Tubo smiled shamelessly, "Say hello to our ghost brother in a friendly way. This crispy red hand is stretched out. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if no one shook it?"

Qian Fan didn't want to answer his words, so he kept Tubo firmly behind him, so as to prevent the blood splashed from the rising wall of blood from spraying on his body. The things outside the bloody wall were dragged to their eyes, so that they could see clearly whether it was someone who caused the monster, or whether it was a ghost or a ghost.

The withered hand gradually revealed a rotten gray arm, an elbow with sticky flesh, and a bony arm. At this moment, a small gray hand with black spots came out silently from the wall of blood, and grabbed Qianfan. Red knotted rope in hand.

Seeing the red knotted rope suddenly tightened in the air, a fistful of blood and bleeding wall flooded up along the rope, Tubo shouted, "Loosen it first, I've already seen it."

After shouting, he tapped the back of Qianfan's hand with his backhand, and when he let go of the red knot and let the two ghost hands disappear into the bloody wall, he quickly touched the little hand that was almost submerged in the gurgling blood with his fingertips. one time.

Then, the candle on the table popped, fluttered a few times, and went out.

Tubo turned his head and looked out of the window, the dark night sky, the morning star fell on it like a sapphire, emitting a soft blue light.

"Did you touch it?!" Qian Fan grabbed the finger he had touched the ghost hand.

Tubo blinked, and said innocently, "I touched it, it's cold, what, are you jealous?"

Qian Fanjun frowned, "Do you feel it? Is there any discomfort? Is its corpse poison on your body?"

Obviously not jealous, but Tubo raised the corners of his lips higher and rubbed his round and slender fingertips, "It's okay." He went to open the window, and looked at the house covered in black blood by the starlight, the floor was damp, There was no trace of blood, and the fishy smell slowly faded away.

"Who did you learn exorcism from?" Tubo leaned against the window, blocking some of the cold wind.

Qianfan lowered his eyes and strung the beads on the red knotted rope, "When I was young, I was fortunate to be preached by an eminent monk." He paused, and his clear eyes fell on Tubo's hand on the edge of the window sill, "Is it really all right? "

Tubo put his hand in front of his eyes and licked his lips, "Why don't you touch it?" His paws are in good condition.

Qian Fan was confused by his words, and looked away from the slender and powerful hand in front of him, "What did the benefactor find?"

"Why don't you tell me what you saw first." Tubo stopped teasing him, and the smell in the room dissipated. He closed the doors and windows, pulled the chair and sat down lazily.

"The ghosts that are often said in the world can be divided into two categories. One is formed by the resentment condensed by the seven souls and six souls after death. Corpse, controlled by resentment or spells, can be manipulated temporarily, but there are limitations." Qian Fan wrapped the beads around his wrist, paused, and said slowly, "The corpse spots on that little hand are more obvious."

It was not clear when it first appeared. This time, large black spots covered the entire back of the hand, indicating that the corpse was beginning to rot. As time goes by, the muscles and bones are corroded, and finally turned into a useless white skeleton.

Tubo turned his back to the window, and the dim sunlight from outside the house shone in from his shoulders, covering his face in a dark shadow, and he couldn't see his expression. He moved his hand on the edge of the window.Qianfan continued, "So the withered hand was transformed from resentment, which means it has no substance, and there is an empty tomb in Xiangxiang's or Xiaoshi's tomb."

A whimpering wind suddenly blew outside the house, Qian Fan touched the candles on the table and shed tears, looking thoughtfully at the wet bed curtain wrapped around the corner of the table, "The benefactor can notice that withered hands are actually afraid of light Yes, otherwise it wouldn't be hiding behind the blood wall."

Once forced out by Qian Fan, he will attack wildly without any rules, completely without the calmness it is still behind the blood wall.

Tubo said, "You can't see the light, but you only attack and scare people where there is light." He touched his chin, showing a meaningful expression, "Is this ghost masochistic, tsk tsk, what kind of thing. "

Qian Fan had heard the indistinct and mysterious sounds all his life, and he was reciting the Qing Chan Jing Buddha, and he didn't understand Tubo's voice-over at all. Out of politeness, he asked in a gentle voice, "Is there a subdivision of this disease?"

As a beast, Tubo was thinking about things that could be called a beast, so he almost blurted out 'naturally separate the bed and under the bed', but he hadn't reached that level of obscenity after all.

Smiling, "No, I'm talking nonsense." Walking to the table, he picked up the bed curtain that was covered with a handful of black blood on the ground, "At least we didn't have nothing to gain. When the sun rises, we will send someone to check on Xiangxiang and Xiao. In the tomb of the stone, if the little thing really turned into a corpse, I wonder what the little thing has to do with the evil spirit behind that withered hand. What does it mean that the withered hand deliberately appeared in a place with light?"

With a lot of questions in their stomachs, the two changed rooms and prepared to go to bed. Tubo stood at the door, holding the door rail with both hands, and blocked the people who entered first, as if this was his golden house. There is a beauty like the breeze and bright moon hidden, only he can enter if he wants to, see him whenever he wants, no one else can.

Tubo thought to himself, "Why don't I build him a Buddhist temple and lock it in, and show it to myself every day." He changed his mind and thought, "Buddha temples don't seem to be used for this kind of thing, but how can I remember there is one? A monk caught a snake demon and threw it into the pagoda."

Qian Fan didn't know that he was thinking about such a lecherous thing, his handsome brows were always calm, "Benefactor?"

Don't you want to go to bed?

Tubo smiled, and slipped his hand on the door handle to the doorknob, "I won't disturb your cleanliness tonight. I haven't gone back to my shabby hut for a long time. If I don't go back, the rats who go in will starve to death." Alright, I'll go back to bed tonight to cheer up the house."

Qian Fan wanted to keep him, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse. It was really wrong to let him sleep on the ground with him. After all, it was more comfortable at home. He clasped his palms together and chanted a Buddha's name, "It's dark, so we can't light the lamps." , how inconvenient the road is..."

Realizing what he meant, Tubo felt that he was laughing like a beast in clothes, and blinked on purpose and said ambiguously, "If you want me to stay so much, then I will stay."

Qian Fan was suddenly interrupted by him, the second half of the sentence had already been on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't stop it for a while, and spit it out in a daze, "... why don't the poor monk send you back."

Tubo, "..."

Tubo paused with a smile, and the corners of his mouth curled down, "I didn't even try to persuade me to stay. Zen Master wanted to let me go for a long time. Sure enough, I just said it casually, and Zen Master was eager to send me away."

He covered his chest with one hand, holding his heart like a Xizi, looking very sad. Qianfan has practiced Zen all his life to cultivate his heart and help others to be kind. Beside the door, he said anxiously, "The poor monk didn't mean that. It was because the poor monk didn't think carefully. I don't know what the benefactor meant."

Tubo, "Then what does the Zen master think I mean?"

Qian Fan pursed his lips in embarrassment, "Yes..."

Qian Fan has never done anything hypocritical, so naturally he can't understand the word "hypocritical". He whispered in a hoarse and deep voice, "Fool, I'm kidding you, I'll go back and change my clothes, I'll come tomorrow morning."

The warm breath sprayed behind the ear, Qianfan's face was burning hot, he took a step back, avoiding his breathing, and nodded awkwardly, "Okay, okay." Watching Tubo close the door .

The dawn outside the inn appeared at the end of the sky, and Tubo was whistling and walking on the dark and dark street, still thinking about Qian Fan’s eager explanation and flushed face just now, and sighed, "I really like it ah."

In the small alley intersecting with Fuya Street, a black shadow flashed past, Tubo swept his eyes away, raised the corners of his lips in disdain, and disappeared on the empty street in a blink of an eye.

The black shadow shrank his head, and when he poked out again, the stalker disappeared. He stomped his feet angrily, turned and left in one direction.

After he left, a rabbit popped out from behind a large decorative wine vat in front of a restaurant. Its snow-white fur was extremely eye-catching in the dark night. Tubo stood upright on his hind legs, licked his paws, and licked the only one. With its long ears pricked up and its round tail wagging, it went home.

At dawn the next day, in the shabby, bare-walled house, a small pink paw protruded from the bed full of straw, with a tiny hook on the paw. The pair of slender and soft long ears hang out.

Tubo's sleeping position is simply a strange thing among rabbits, beyond the imagination of all rabbits. He has his ears hanging out, but his head is hidden deep in the straw. His round and fluffy buttocks are raised high, and he can see it from a close distance. It has a pink and white round tail on its top.

There was the sound of a dog barking outside, and the beast kicked its legs and yawned, sat up on its buttocks, one intact long ear popped up on its head with a straw on it, and the other soft couch rested on it. in front of you.

Tubo rubbed his crippled right ear, his obsidian-like round eyes were slightly squinted, and before he woke up, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head.

There was no one around, so he let himself be weak for a while, and fell back on the straw along with the tingling pain and dizziness, "Hiss, God must be jealous of this rabbit's peerless beauty, and gave this rabbit such a miserable and miserable life." destiny."

After being planted in the haystack for a while, feeling the tingling pain in his brain slowly lurking into the nerve endings, he shook his head and sat up again, turned into a human, put on his clothes, and planned to go out to buy breakfast and find tissues .

Lazily pushing open the door, a sweet and glutinous aroma of chestnuts just out of the pot came to my face.

The morning dew in Luo'an City was heavy, and a layer of crystal-clear broken diamonds rolled on the green grass by the roadside. Qian Fan woke up an hour earlier than usual, finished his morning class early, and went out to Fuya Street to wait for the story of Fuxiang. Stir-fry the first pot of chestnuts.

He became a monk very early, with a calm and peaceful temperament, and he has no attachment to things, let alone buy snacks to eat for his stomach.However, thinking of the disappointed and depressed look of that person last night, Qian Fan always felt that he was going to come to the door to make amends, after all, in case the benefactor Tu said later was just to give a step down, the sad excuse was false.

Tubo opened his eyes wide and looked at the hot chestnuts and a carved purple flower wooden food box that wafted out the fragrance. He felt a little bit in his heart and thought, "This monk really thought I was angry, and it was so easy to deceive, such a simple person What can people do without me."

"Sponsor, the poor monk didn't think carefully last night, and his words were offending, so he came here today..." Qian Fan said, and was dragged back to the room by Tubo in the middle of his sentence.

Tubo, "How did you find my house? Have you been waiting for a long time? Why didn't you knock on the door, please sit down... Oh sorry, I forgot that there is no chair in my house, just wait a minute and I will clean up the bed."

As he spoke, he started to work, took the things in Qian Fan's hand, and puffed up his cheeks to blow away the dust accumulated on the table that could not see the original color of the table.

It's inappropriate to look at the owner's house, but Qian Fan couldn't help looking at the peeling walls, the base of the wall with big holes and small holes leaking everywhere, the corner table covered with dust and dirt, and the bed full of straw, and blurted out Said, "You slept on it?"

Tubo was tidying up the table, "Huh? Well, it's quite warm."

This is basically the case in the practice of austerity, food and clothing, sleeping in the open, and living in a shabby place. Qianfan can make the world his own shop and sleep on the street, but looking at this person, for some reason, he suddenly couldn't accept it.

"Benefactor, there is a shelter in Jinming Temple. When it is completed in the future, I would like to let a room be my residence." Qianfan blinked, walked over to hold Tubo's hand, and the red sandalwood Buddha beads on his wrist were hanging on the cross. Holding the hand, his eyes seemed to reflect the stars in a lake, and he said sincerely, "Don't live here."

Tubo secretly smiled, and made a place for two people to sit on his bed, took out the rice porridge from the food box, grabbed the chestnuts and started peeling, "I'll go and see when it's completed, the emperor pays, it should be It's a nice place."

Without answering directly, Tubo thought to himself, "It's too strange for me to be a demon living in a temple. The Buddha probably doesn't need a believer like me. But my family, Qianfan, treats me very well."

After breakfast, the two went to the inn to find Du Yun, halfway there, they saw Sun Xiao anxiously looking around.

Tubo raised his voice, "Child, what are you looking at?"

Before Sun Xiao saw anyone, he breathed a sigh of relief, panting and striding over, Tubo pulled him over and held him under his arm, and helped him breathe with the other hand, "Early in the morning, I lost gold!" .”

"Phew, I lost you. Master Du is in a hurry to ask me to find you back." Sun Xiao's face flushed and he took a breath before seeing Qianfan. "Hey, the Zen master is here." Did you go out early? Or did you not..."

"Get down to business." Tubo turned his head straight to himself.Only then did Sun Xiao regain his senses, and quickly returned to the topic, "Didn't Brother Tu ask us to investigate Xiangxiang's father? He asked when he was still awake. This person is indeed not a native of Luo'an City, he should be Qi Years ago, he came from Weicheng, Youzhou, to seek refuge with his relatives, but for some reason, he couldn’t find it, so he settled down in Luo’an city by the way, got married and married a wife four years ago, and had Xiangxiang back then.”

Tubo caught the strangeness in his words, "Wait, what do you mean when he is still awake?"

"After Xu Benchang was caught in the prison, his mind was not very clear. Hearing from his brother in prison, he usually sleeps and talks to himself in the corner when he sleeps."

Tu Bai glanced at Qian Fan and read the same meaning from the other's eyes. Xu Benchang's situation is exactly the same as that of his wife Li Shi.

"What did he say to himself?"

Sun Xiao, "Most