Yanshan Exquisite Record

Even if Jiguang Temple is not compared with Xiangguo Temple, Jialan Temple and others, it is not much different from the word deserted. The monks in the whole temple can be counted on their fingers. Except for this little novice who is in charge, there are only a few dying people left. The old monks were all dressed in tatters and their teeth were leaking.

"There are five of us in total. Although the incense is not good, it is not a problem to feed ourselves." The little novice led him through the dilapidated courtyard, pointing to an equally shabby main hall, "This is the main hall, and our wing room is right there. "

Song Xueqiao pretended to be contemplative, and slowly followed behind him and said, "I heard that during the martial arts conference, people from Shaolin Temple once came, and they were all disciples of the Buddha who sat down, and I never saw them give alms."

The little novice pushed open a door and snorted, "They are famous, how can they look down on us who can't make it?"

Song Xueqiao followed him into the house, and it was really poor. Except for a bed and a flowered quilt, there were only some pots and pans left, and miscellaneous books were piled up beside the bed.

"Look, let's say that our temple should be repaired properly. If I didn't study for a few days, I wouldn't come to such a crappy place to be a monk."

Song Xueqiao pretended to look carefully at his room, and said to the novice, "That's not kind. I heard that even an eminent monk can't avoid vulgarity. People who give gifts and pay respects to each other come one by one. They're not even monks. They're almost becoming monks." Bodhisattva."

The little novice sneered, "That's natural, who are they, and who are we."

"The Shaolin people staying at this time, I am afraid it is inevitable to visit. I heard that even Wudang disciples have come." Song Xueqiao winked at him, "Didn't you get some money?"

"Amitabha, we are thankful if they don't show us face, and we are rewarded..." The little novice said "bah", showing the attitude of a philistine, "Don't look at the sanctimonious manners of Wudang's fortune tellers, they are all lying He is humble and petty, but you said that he would pay a visit as soon as he sees him, and he also brought his little lover with him, isn't that bullying us monks and not being able to marry a wife?"

"Little lover?" Song Xueqiao coughed lightly, "Cultivators of immortality are pure-hearted and ascetic, even if they have a lover in a Taoist resort like Wudang, they wouldn't be able to show off with them."

"Who knows, she's a very beautiful girl." The little novice became more and more contemptuous, rolling her eyes to the sky, "How dare you be so rampant in front of the two masters, and everyone respects them for their noble character, really old The sky has no eyes, you want to cut off my Buddhist incense."

"Two masters?" Song Xueqiao wondered, "I heard that only one Master Huici came to the martial arts conference, why is there another one?"

Seeing this man asking questions, the little novice suddenly raised his eyebrows vigilantly, and took two steps back, "Why are you asking about this? Aren't you going to build a temple? After reading it, hurry up and leave."

"Hey, you can't say that. My lord censor believes in Buddhism and is in awe of several eminent monks. If you know that your temple once lived in Shaolin eminent monks..."

The little novice thought about it for a while, and then he suddenly understood, and nudged him, "This lord must be the supervisor of this matter. The more money you allocate, the more money you will have."

Song Xueqiao shook his fan and smiled wryly, "The little master is still bright."

The little novice's eyes lit up, "After that is done, you can get me some points, and I still have to save money to return to vulgar life and marry a wife."

Song Xueqiao thought to himself that you just mocked others for bringing a young lover, and you still want to marry a wife, but you still smiled on your face, and coughed softly, "Definitely."

The little novice then continued, "Master Hui Ci is certainly one, but it's not as famous as the other Master Hui Chuang."

"It's actually Master Hui Chuang." Song Xueqiao pretended to be surprised, but he also understood that Master Hui Chuang traveled all over the world when he was young. Although he has restricted a lot after becoming the host, he still likes to wander around when he has time. It is reasonable for Ying Yang to come to cheer for the martial arts competition.

"That's not true." The little novice raised his head proudly, "It's also a coincidence that he came to the temple to see the disciples who were competing in martial arts. The Wudang boy and his little lover were really lucky. They met Master Hui Chuang and Hui Chuang. It is really a blessing to learn from each other in Master Ci's Academy."

Jiguang Temple has had no distinguished guests for a long time, and several old monks sweep the floor, and those who make vegetarian meals make vegetarian food, which makes Song Xueqiao a little bit uneasy. While feeling sorry for his newly full purse, he threw some money into the merit box. The old monk was very grateful, and the young novice did not forget to urge him, "You go back and tell Lord Yushi how poor we are here, and give us more money."

The carriage of Jianghu Pagoda was waiting in the west of the city. Gongsun Qingyan, in white robe and black crown, stood out from the crowd like a flock of chickens at the gate of the city.

Song Xueqiao fanned Wu Jin in front of him, "Sir, you really can't see."

Gongsun Qingyan lifted the curtain of the carriage, "What do you think?"

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows and jumped into the carriage, "I think it's better if you don't see it, at least you don't have to blush. This big girl on the street is going to stare at you out of your hole."

The carriage is spacious, and a low table is set up. Gongsun Qingyan fetches water and pours tea, and stops when the two purple sand cups are half filled. The carriage shakes but the tea is not spilled. It was lunch prepared for him, but unfortunately Song Xueqiao had just eaten a vegetarian meal and didn't have much appetite.

Gongsun Qingyan took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Although I'm blind, I also know that when the master Zhang's apprentice descends from the mountain, that's when the spectators are like a wall."

Song Xueqiao's bones were broken by the old carriage, and he lay sprawled on the soft couch, sighed, "Unfortunately, he is not Wei Jie." After a pause, he continued, "He is Wei Jie who can cut people and fight."

Gongsun Qingyan laughed softly, "That's a good metaphor. Yi Fengyao once fought against him in the martial arts conference that day. It was empty for everyone. Mr. Pei's Xuji swordsmanship was amazing. I heard people say that even the first For the simple move of the second level, he can also use other body skills to resolve the flaws one by one, even Yi Fengyao had previously sparred with Wudang disciples, but in the end he couldn't gain the slightest advantage."

"He has gathered the strengths of a hundred schools of thought since he was a child. He has learned swordsmanship, stickmanship, boxing and other random things. Even my sister wants to teach him how to whip, so that people can catch his flaws. He is not Pei Wunian." Song Xueqiao snorted, "However, the trend of going to the opponent's place to inquire before the fight is everywhere."

Gongsun Qingyan said, "Listen to this, what did little friend Song find when he went to Jiguang Temple?"

"It can be said that it was found, or it can be said that it was not found." Song Xueqiao dipped in tea and wrote and drew on the table, "Wu Yi and Qiong Mo'er went to Jiguang Temple before they died. The little novice said that he also bumped into Master Hui Chuang and Master Hui Ci."

"This is a very common thing. Why did they..." Song Xueqiao didn't have time to say the second half of the sentence. He wanted to say why they were silenced just because they met, but found that he couldn't say a word.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the Gongsun Qingyan in front of him and the scene inside the carriage gradually became hazy. The teacup fell on the carriage with a crackling sound. In a trance, he forcefully grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and then sprayed a mouthful of thick black blood on the carriage. On the car window, the fishy smell permeates.

Gongsun Qingyan tapped his big acupoints without any hesitation, concentrated his internal energy into his palms, and patted him on the back. Song Xueqiao was holding the low table, the sweat on his forehead was like a waterfall, and he struggled to vomit after several times of black blood mixed with residue. Spit out the last mouthful of bright red blood.

He no longer had the energy to speak, and was in pain, but he managed to get up and raised his arm and pointed to the east. Gongsun Qingyan fed him a elixir, naturally understood what he meant, and commanded the servant in a deep voice, "Go to Jiguang Temple immediately .”

The corner of Jiguang Temple has been ignited. The outskirts of the city are remote, and there is no water source available. The beams of the temple are old and easy to break, and they are brittle after being baked by the fire. .

Gongsun Qingyan checked their breath one by one, shook his head, "They are all dead."

Song Xueqiao leaned against the door in a daze, he was unable to get up, but he could see the gray side face of the little novice, which was different from the Tanhuan Building that day, the burning of the Tanhuan Building was nothing more than Zhu Yun's relief after the truth came out, and just now The person who told him that he wanted to save money to marry a wife had lost all hope and fell to the ground without a sound.

He closed his eyes and sighed, "What would have happened if I hadn't made an appointment with my husband."

"It's already a corpse now." Gongsun Qingyan squatted beside the corpse, took out a long hook to pick out some residue from the mouth of an old monk, put it in his nose and smelled it, and shook his head, "There is something in the vegetarian meal you eat. Zijuecao, so you will not be poisoned on the spot, they are too, but they are more ruthless than you, they all have their throats cut, and I have no power to recover."

"It's really thoughtful. If Song Xueqiao died in Jiguang Temple on the spot, people in the world would immediately suspect this place." Song Xueqiao looked at the corpses weakly, "So it's better to burn this place with fire, and then use Zijuecao to delay it." Toxic hair let me die elsewhere."

"Song Xiaoyou, going to Yinshui Mountain Villa this time, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than good." Gongsun Qingyan got up after listening to him quietly, frowning, and suggested, "Why don't you go to the Sanqing Temple first, and find Zhang Zhang and Mr. Pei to give you a hand?" to help."

Song Xueqiao said, "That's not necessary, how long will it take for the remaining poison on my body to disappear?"

Gongsun Qingyan said, "I stopped your big acupoints in time when the poison broke out, and there is no serious problem, but it will take at least half a month, and it will take seven days at the earliest for Ying Yang to go to Yinshui Villa. If the number of people is small, I can still handle it." , if there are too many people, I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, they have their reasons for poisoning, at least it means that this person's martial arts are not high." Song Xueqiao coughed twice, and the fishy smell and grief in his throat made him retch again, "If this person followed me all the way, he would have I can do it on the way to Jiguang Temple, so wouldn’t the chances of winning be greater? But after I asked the news, he used the unsafe method of poisoning, what does that mean?"

And after this person poisoned, he took a weapon and cut the throats of several monks, but never touched him from the beginning to the end.

Gongsun Qingyan was stunned, "His martial arts are not as good as yours, if he fights head-on, he might be captured alive by you."

"At least when I'm awake, his martial arts are far inferior to mine." Song Xueqiao smiled palely, "Even a three-legged cat like me can't beat him, so Mr. Gongsun might as well crush him to death." An ant."

As the sun set, the carriage slowly left the official road and headed south. Outside the long pavilion were planted a few lush camphor trees. A few bald jackdaws seemed to be startled and fluttered their wings. A black figure stood on the top of the tree On the ground, looking at the ruts in the distance without moving, only the sword in his hand is gradually clenched.

The inside of the car was scented with calming incense, and Song Xueqiao slowly closed his eyes after drinking a bowl of decoction. In fact, he also wanted to hear Gongsun's words and go back to the mountain to find Pei Wunian and go to Yinshui Villa together.

Pei Wunian has always been cautious, if he was around, he would definitely find out that there was poison in the rice, and maybe he would find someone following him, but if Mr. Pei saw his sickly appearance, he would show it to him again. The kind of expression he didn't want to see.

He originally thought that it would be a wonderful thing to be soft and timid in front of those stunning beauties in the past, and then to see them wet their eyes with distress, but now it seems that if he sees Pei Wunian worrying about him, it may be worse than being poisoned in him. Still uncomfortable.

Forget it, just thinking that after seven days he won't look so miserable, Song Xueqiao sighed, wrapped himself in a blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

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Son, you are hurting first, the plot cannot develop if you are not poisoned, my mother is sorry for you......