You remember son

Any unsatisfactory paintings in Jiang Yulou will be packed and thrown away by Xiao Yantong. Every time, Xiao Yantong just throws them away behind the courtyard, and is picked up by the cleaning staff of other courtyards as treasures, and sold after a while Arrived at the market.

Besides, it was not Yantong who was lazy in sweeping flowers in the courtyard of Jiang Yulou that day.

Those two pear trees were the value of Mrs. Jin's first year in this courtyard, and they were cultivated by herself.

Jiang Yulou moved to live in the courtyard, and every time the pear blossoms fell, Jin asked Xiaoyulou to sweep them. She said that when the pear blossoms fell, people were disabled, and when the flowers fell, the spirit was hurt, and she didn't want to see the whole place ruined.

Therefore, as soon as the pear blossoms fell, it became Jiang Yulou's habit to sweep, and others could not.

Sitting in front of the window that day, Jiang Yulou saw the rain beating the pear blossoms, thinking of his mother who had passed away for a long time, it was inevitable that he would be hurt by the scene.

So to sum it up, most of Li Chenglin's snatching of the broom that day touched Jiang Yulou's anger point, so Jiang Yulou, who has always been emotionless, borrowed paintings to chase away customers.This later story was later mentioned by Li Chenglin and Jiang Yulou.

I don't know Yunxi Temple, and I enter Yunfeng for several miles.

Murong Jiu was so tired that he was half dead, and finally climbed up to the mountain temple, to meet the old monk who had been drunk with wine and meat, nothing more.

At this time, the monks in the temple were doing morning classes, wearing cassocks, with pious and serious expressions.

It's just that this old monk is really not a monk. The only qualified one is that he has no hair on his head and a nine-point ring scar.

Nothing is not a worry-free monk, the old man who presided over him gave him the dharma name "Nothing", not for anything else, but to ask him not to make trouble.

Wu Fei has been a monk since he was a child and converted to Buddhism at the age of four. It is said that Wu Fei was mischievous and mischievous when he entered the mountain.

Now he has been with Qingdeng for 64 years and earned him a prison temple, but he was dismissed because of a meal of meat.Of course, Master Jiu brought him the roast chicken.He whispered in Murong Jiu's ears for half a month. Murong Jiu said that the master was not a stingy person, so he climbed up the mountain to bring him two.

The reason why Murong Jiu made friends with this old monk and was willing to be troubled was probably because of something that happened when he was a child.

The reason why Wu Fei lived in Buddhism since he was a child is because he was weak and often sick. His parents heard that he could be fed under the eyes of the Buddha, so they carried the four-year-old Wu Fei up the mountain.The Buddha is merciful, nothing more than being free from disease and disaster, and now he has lived a long life of 68 years.

Murong Jiu was born with a shady life, and he didn't suffer from any serious illness, but he often saw ghosts and talked to himself all day long. The two elders saw Dumiao Riri's gods and ghosts, and thought they were possessed by evil spirits, so they asked a magician to drive them away. She is still grotesque, and often grotesque, so she thinks it is a physique that attracts evil spirits, fearing that one day her spirit will be absorbed by evil spirits, and she will die prematurely.

The two elders heard that there was an old and healthy master in Yunxi Temple on the mountain, who was raised under the eyes of the Buddha, so he also carried the six-year-old Xiaojiu up the mountain.

When I was about to shave my hair, I just said something aside: "This little benefactor has a deep root of wisdom, and now he takes refuge in my Buddha, and he will definitely be able to cultivate the right fruit."

The elders of Murong's family heard the master's assertion that their son has profound roots of wisdom, and they are afraid that he will really achieve the true fruit of cultivation!It is said that the monks do not tell lies. If the son really returns to the Buddha with all his heart, how will he return to the vulgar in the future?If a monk has no desires or demands, first of all, he will clean up all the wealth, sex and precepts. If the son returns to the secular world and still recites Buddhism, it will be even worse. How can he continue to guard the family business without asking for money?How to pass on the incense without being greedy?The son is the only child of the Murong family!

So it was nothing more than holding up the razor before letting Murong Jiu live in the mortal world for seventeen years, and he is still grateful to this day.Now it's time to bring two roast chickens.Although the roast chicken made him lose the prison temple, he didn't blame Murong Jiu.

Murong Jiu guessed in his heart that he didn't dare to blame, he was afraid that he wouldn't bring him chicken again.The matter of wine and meat is nothing more than a thorough participation. As the saying goes, wine and meat will permeate the heart and keep the Buddha, and this time he secretly brought up two more.

Master Jiu was so tired and panicked, he gave Wu Fei an idea a month ago, the air on the mountain is good, the grass is fertile and the rain is clear, there must be a lot of mountain flavor, why don't you find meat by yourself, why bother Master Jiu?

It's nothing more than giving him a blank look. He is seventy years old, how can he go into battle and run all over the mountain?

If he can really run with his feelings, he can really go to the back mountain and start a killing spree... He is really not a monk.

Murong Jiu hugged Xiao Hei in his arms, and carried money behind him, and went up the mountain temple tirelessly. In the incense basket, there were a large number of incense candles on the upper level, and two pieces of good fragrant chicken hidden in the lower level. It was a sin.

This time, I came here not only to commit crimes, but also to do good deeds. I don’t know how to save a life and save a ghost’s life.

Murong Jiu came to look for Wu Wu at this time, precisely because of Jiang Yulou's affairs.

It has been four days since that day, and Jiang Yulou still hasn't appeared again. He can't help but worry a little, is it because Liucai opened the door that day and caused him to be injured by the sun?

The hundred-year-old mountain tree covered half of the Xijiao Chanyuan. He was just sitting under the shade of the tree, dozing on the rocking chair with his back hunched over, his head hanging low on his chest, and a cattail fan hanging loosely by his feet.

Murong Jiu asked Liu Cai to wait in the Buddhist hall, holding the cat in his left hand and carrying the basket in his right, and entered the Wufei Temple. As soon as the basket was put down, Wufei opened his old eyes and the pupils were shining brightly.

Murong Jiuxin said, Lord, I am patient, so while watching him eat, I told him about my encounter with Jiang Yulou.

Nothing but wiped his mouth after eating, and hugged Xiao Hei in Murong Jiu's arms to tease him: "This young master of the Jiang family has been dead for 300 years, I'm afraid there will be no bones left."

"No bones left?"

"He said that he once felt the fragrance of flowers in the mountain stream. It was seven days after his death. Now 300 years have passed. His bones have not been buried for 300 years. They have been weathered or diluted by water, so there should be nothing left." Teased the cat again: "That's why he was exiled from the world and could not be reincarnated, and the soul is not attracted."

"Then what should we do?" Murong Jiu asked him.

Wu Fei smiled and said: "Xiao Jiu, it's really rare to see you so caring about something."

"Shangxin, you old ghost! Aren't I also very concerned about your eating roast chicken?" What Murong Jiu is most upset about is being called Xiao Jiu, but this old monk calls him the most, and often uses a The tone of the deputy grandfather calling his grandson.

"You want to help him?" Wu Fei smiled even wider, with old wrinkles and narrowed eyes.

"Otherwise, I won't be looking for you to grow old." Murong Jiu worried: "What do you think will happen if the ghost is exposed to sunlight?"

Wu Fei smiled and said, "What else can I do, let it be ashes. Otherwise, why would the ghost hide in those days."

What he said made Murong Jiu worry. At that time, he saw that Jiang Yulou hid in time, so he wouldn't be wiped out, right?Nothing but glanced at him, and said: "Then Mr. Jiang Liu should be fine, but his bones are unknown. If you want to find his bones, you can't just point to this little black ball. After all, it's been 300 years... I'm afraid he just waited for him." Terrible. What if his bones were thrown away 300 miles away, how capable is this little bastard to smell them? What if the bones were not lost but hidden? Otherwise, how could they not be found for [-] years. So Said, if you want to find it, you have to rely on your brain to find it."

Murong Jiu felt that nothing more than this was reasonable. It seemed that to narrow down the scope of the search, one had to look for clues from Jiang Yulou's life, at least before his death.

He then discussed with Wu Fei that when Jiang Yulou's body was found, he would ask Yunxi Temple to preside over a ceremony to save the poor Mr. Jiang.

Before leaving, Murong Jiu thought of another thing, so he turned around and asked Wu Fei: "You just said "I'm afraid he can't wait any longer. "What means?"

Nothing but the half-roasted chicken left in the basket, he lowered his head and lifted the lid to smell the fragrance and stared at it: "How many years do you think a soul can stay in the world at most?" He said calmly: "300 years, It's been long enough."

Murong Jiu waited for another day, but Jiang Yulou hadn't come yet.

The author has something to say: Looking at the many princes who read the full text, Yulou always makes me feel bad.