Grandpa is such a bunny

Du Yun, "When the emperor saw him coming, he told him about it and asked him what he thought. You saw Zen master Yuebai Qingfeng, he had a good temper, but at that time, he lifted his robes and knelt down, his eyebrows and eyes were stained." Sullen and angry, he said four words coldly—unforgivable. I later learned that the Zen master once rescued a woman who happened to be persecuted by Zhu Xiaohou, so she fled to the temple and was rescued by him. "

The face of the woman rescued by Qian Fan was completely disfigured, her facial features were so distorted that she couldn't distinguish her nose and mouth, he and the monks in the temple fed medicine with hollow straw straws for seven days, but they still failed to revive the woman.

Before she died, the woman clutched Qianfan's Buddhist beads, pinched her own arm strangely, looked at him with bloody eyes, and murmured vaguely, "Evil ghosts are in the world..."

Later, he learned that there was a star-shaped red spot under the arm of the evil spirit that the woman said.

Du Yun's memorial describes what happened to Yunniang's family, and Qian Fan immediately knew that the evil spirit was Lord Zhu Xiaohou.

I wish Hou Ye was well aware of his own child's viciousness and would not change. He was afraid that something would happen one day and cut off his family's sole root, so he sent the little Hou Ye out of the royal city long ago, thinking that staying away from the emperor's feet would save his life.

Unexpectedly, bad news came around, and he was caught by Tubo in Luo'an City.

"Our Majesty believes in Buddhism, and Shanyue is a well-known Zen master in the royal city, so he naturally believed in him. He sent people to inquire in the city for two days, and finally found out several cases of missing persons. These cases finally fell into the hands of the minister of Dali Temple and there was no news. You don't need to think about who is doing the tricks. The emperor asked people to drag Mr. Zhu Laohou down on the spot, and he was strictly guarded in the Houfu, and he was not allowed to interfere. This matter."

Du Yun said triumphantly, "And issued an imperial decree to let this official take full responsibility for this case. It happened that the Buddhist temple that the emperor wanted to build in Luo'an City was for Zen Master Shanyue, so he followed me back and supervised Zhu Xiaohou Ye together. This case, by the way, waits for the Buddhist temple to be completed."

The night wind rustled the sycamore trees outside, and Sun Xiao patted his chest, "Fortunately, the emperor didn't let you burn nails and sit on the chili chair, otherwise you wouldn't be able to come back whole."

Knowing that what he was talking about was the scene written in the script, Du Yun said, "Don't read novels if you have nothing to do, read more famous works, do you understand?"

Sun Xiao nodded obediently, and asked curiously, "How can you know if you haven't seen it?"

Du Yun, "..."

Master took a sip of the herbal tea, and looked at Tubo with deep eye sockets, "It was Zen Master Shanyue who helped me a lot."

Tubo was watched by him, and then he remembered that he planned to drive away the monks who were going to build a Buddhist temple for Lao Du, and then said, "Master Zen is a nobleman in the yamen, you all should be polite and sensible."

Du Yun was aggrieved, and asked, "Is my lord usually impolite and ignorant?"

He met an old lady on the road, and he even helped carry the vegetable basket home.

Tubo looked at him, "I have the face to say, whoever had a meal at the mother-in-law's house by the way."

Du Yun scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's just time for dinner."

It was late at night, and several people explained the follow-up matters, and they left after they had nothing to say.

On the second day, Tubo came early in the morning to sort out the files for Du Yun.

But he turned his feet and didn't enter the inner hall, but went to the backyard first.

The bowl of lotus green in the yard is pleasing to the eye, and a faint sandalwood scent comes out from the half-opened window.

Through the window, Tubo saw the monk sitting down on the lotus, meditating with his eyes closed, the courtyard was quiet and silent, only the breeze caressed the lotus leaves, he watched, and couldn't help, his heart also became quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Tubo felt that his legs were numb, but Qianfan in the window remained silent, calm and meditating.

Tubo touched his ears, then turned and went to the inner hall.

He told Du Yun about this scene in the morning when he was helping Du Yun to display the files.

Du Yun put down his pen and said, "This is the monk's morning class. From Yin hour to Mao hour, it is also known as silent practice of Buddha. After he finishes his practice, he will get up for morning fast, and there will be evening class in the evening, you And remember not to disturb him."

He poured two glasses of water and handed them to Tubo, "Monks have monk's practices, you and I don't need to understand, but don't disturb other people's beliefs."

Voices came from outside the window, it was time for the arresters in the yamen to arrive.

Tubo thought to himself, "Why would I bother him? It's too late for me to feel sorry for him. Doesn't my leg hurt after sitting for so long?"

He counted the time, saw the gray-blue sky light up in the sky, put down the file in his hand, said he had something to do, and hurried out.

The scent of sandalwood gradually dissipated in the wind, Qian Fan opened his eyes, and before he could move, he heard a light knock on the door.

"I'll deliver the food."

Tubo pinpointed the time exactly, didn't disturb his morning meditation, and didn't let him go hungry after finishing the meditation.

Qian Fan looked down at the prayer beads in his hand. In fact, he had noticed that this person had come before, but for some reason he left quietly. He slowly moved the prayer beads in his hand, got up and opened the door.

"Are you hungry?" Tubo looked at him with a smile while holding the light vegetarian food on the plate.

Qian Fan blinked and said honestly, "I'm hungry."

"Then come and eat. I don't know if it suits your taste. If you don't like it, I'll go get another one." Tubo walked into the room, passed by Qian Fan, and smelled the faint scent on his light green robe. sandalwood.

"Thank you Tu benefactor." Qian Fan took his seat and took the chopsticks with his slender hands.

He is also gentle and quiet when eating, but he is not slow and makes people feel anxious.With his face propped up, Tubo sat directly across the table and looked at him. While watching, he thought to himself, "I like the way I eat, too."

Qian Fan took a few mouthfuls, raised his eyes, and saw a pair of narrow, smiling eyes staring at him in a daze. What's wrong with the monk?"

Tubo shook his head, still not taking his eyes off, and wanted to say that there was nothing wrong with it, but it was very beautiful. He was happy to see it, and wanted to see more, but he was worried that the person opposite was a monk and a man, so it might be inappropriate to say such a thing , had no choice but to restrain his gaze.

"The Buddhist temple has not been built yet, and you have been wronged here for a few days. There are not many people coming to the backyard, and it can be called clean. If there is any place where you are not used to living, you can just say it." Tubo said.

If someone could get into his rabbit's nest, he would like to invite Qianfan to his home, and just look at it every day, so that he can be happy all day.

"The monastics don't value shelter, and the benefactor doesn't need to work hard for the poor monk." Qian Fan said.

Tubo almost blurted out "I am willing", but held back, "Okay, then you have your meal, I'll go down first."

"Donor wait a minute."

Tupper looked back.

Qian Fan hesitated for a while, and after a long while, clasped his hands wrapped around the red sandalwood beads, and said softly, "I want to be a benefactor, the poor monk has a merciless request."

"You speak."

Qian Fan nodded, walked to the window and looked out at the blue bowl lotus, "The person saved by the poor monk used to come to him because of his love for Lord Zhu, but now she is dead, and the poor monk wants to ask for her. Why did it destroy her to this point?"

Mentioning the person who took pleasure in killing, Tubo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he restrained himself very quickly, stood up and said, "Yes, but I'm afraid you won't be able to ask anything."

Qian Fan was surprised and didn't understand what he meant. He didn't understand until he entered the dark yamen dungeon and saw the evil spirit.

Zhu Xiaohou's name is Zhu Hong, he was born with a beautiful and mean face, and at this moment he was leaning in the dark prison and still flying domineering and defiant.

Seeing Tubo, he clasped the cell door with his hands, and said fiercely, "When I get out, I will peel your bones and skin, dig out your tongue and stuff it in your throat so that you can't scream. Then cut it open Take out a section of intestines from your stomach, and let the dog eat from the outside, ha, you will watch your spleen and kidneys being eaten by the dog bit by bit, and beg Master Ben to let you die, isn’t it very exciting, if You can understand what Master Ben Hou said, release me now!"

Tubo knelt down, hooked his lips and smiled, "It seems that you are very satisfied with this way of death. If you beg me, I would be willing to satisfy you. I hope the little duke will help me verify it."

Master Zhu's face turned pale. He killed people very happily, but he himself was terribly afraid of death. The person opposite him smiled, but the cold light in his eyes seemed to turn into a knife, and cut off a layer of his skin.

He groaned and hugged himself, "My father will come to save me, I will make sure that you can't live or die if I go out."

Tubo stood up, and said calmly, "Why don't we wait and see." After he finished speaking, he remembered that the man was still behind him, his expression changed, he pursed his lips, a little afraid to look back at Qian Fan, afraid that what he just said She really missed him, and regretted bringing him in front of such a disgusting beast.

Qian Fan looked as calm as usual, lowering his eyes slightly, staring at Zhu Hong in the dark dungeon, "Little Lord, do you remember Ying Nuo?"

Zhu Hong looked contemptuous, "I don't know, who are you?"

The candles in the prison were flickering, illuminating half of Qian Fan's face. He stood in the halo of robes and shawls, like a god or Buddha.

"Do you remember the woman whose appearance was ruined by you with sulfur water?"

Zhu Hong thought for a while, raised his chin, and said proudly, "That bitch, of course I remember, if she hadn't escaped, how could Master Ben be sent away from the royal city. That bitch is still alive?"

Qian Fan lowered her long eyelashes, "She's dead."

Die is miserable and painful.

Zhu Hong laughed and squeezed his face against the cell door, his slender eyes gleaming, "Why, do you feel distressed? It seems that you are not a serious monk." He said in a nasty tone, "She It looks like a ghost, you can also see it, don’t you still—”

In the middle of speaking, Zhu Hong was violently whipped up by a gust of wind, and hit his head against the wall.

Qian Fan turned around in surprise, "Picture the benefactor?"

Tubo moved his wrist, watching Zhu Hong fall along the wall and fall into a puddle of bad water, unable to get up for a long time.

He blinked, and grabbed a piece of Qian Fan's robe, "It's all right, his mouth is itchy, and my hands are itchy." He looked at Qian Fan with his eyes, "Let's get out, we have nothing to say to this kind of person."

Qian Fan was gently pulled away by him two steps.The sun was shining brightly outside the cell, and the breeze was blowing, dispelling the darkness and gloom in the cell.

"Are you laughing? It's so pretty." Tubo sighed, and the little gown in his hand was tightened to the palm of his hand. The inspector slowly leaned over, and when the latter showed a surprised look, he pinched him off. A weed in the corner of the robe.

Qian Fan blinked, "Thank you."

Tubo clapped his hands, "You're welcome, let's go, go back and ask when the trial of Lord Du's case will start, I can't wait to chop up that beast."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and said seriously, "Is it true that I can't say such things in front of the Zen master, bah bah, just pretend I didn't say it, and I'll change it later."

Qian Fan felt that this person was very willful, so he smiled and shook his head, "No problem."

The way back to the yamen is a bit off, there are not many people on the road, Tubo has been dressed like a beast for two days, and he starts to walk lazily again, pulling the willow leaves to his lips, playing a country tune twice, squinting his eyes bask in the sun.

Seeing his relaxed appearance, Qian Fan seemed to be extremely comfortable.

Tubo wobbled and turned his head, heaving a sigh in his heart, his face was as if he was juggling, and instantly put away his incongruous appearance, and put on a gentlemanly face.

He cursed in his heart, "I forget my shape when I bask in the sun." He glanced at the sweet white rabbits huddled together in the green grass by the roadside and slept in the sun, and thought, "Aren't all rabbits like this? You can’t blame me for not being there.”