There are three children in Kaifeng

The morning sunlight softly passed through the plum tree and sprinkled on Ding San's face. After squinting his eyes and stretching comfortably, Ding San stood upright, sank into his dantian, and raised his arms forward, palms facing each other:

"Stretch, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

Bodyguards with strong martial arts are more reliable than extended sanitary napkins. Naturally, Mou Ding slept soundly all night and got up early in the morning. There is no high-definition fresh air of PM2.5, and the inactivity of muscles and bones seems a bit sorry for this Jinlong Temple. Flowers and plants that are working hard on photosynthesis.

While Ding San was doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics in a standard manner, he shouted the beat to himself while wheezing and wheezing.After finishing the eighth section, I was so tired that I sat down on a big rock under the plum tree, wiped my sweat, looked up at the plum tree above my head, and remembered the saying that the common people often say: peaches nourish people, apricots Hurt people, bury dead people under plum trees.Master Fahai saved himself under this plum tree. In a strict sense, "I" was indeed dead at that time. I never thought that I could also make a powerful verification for folk proverbs.

Looking around, I found it boring. There is no place for entertainment in this huge Jinlong Temple. What's more, there is no meat to eat. The money Xiao Zhou gave him has not had time to squander it, and I don't know what happened to Xiao Taohong. , if I go back by myself, I must teach her a few new songs before I go... Thinking of going back, Ding San has encountered difficulties again.

On a short cliff not far away, there was a blue figure staring seriously at Ding San's every move under the plum tree.

Ding Yuehua was curious about what kind of kung fu Ding San practiced just now. From the perspective of the routine, it is very integrated, coherent and smooth. Although it looks like boxing, it is mixed with simple palms. After thinking about it for a long time, I really don't know where it came from. At the same time, Ding San's identity was questioned—although this young man is very inconspicuous, he seems to be related to the government, and he seems to know Zhan Zhao very well, so he doesn't know what his background is.

Ding San looked around like a small radar and saw Ding Yuehua not far away, and waved at Ding Yuehua.Ding Yuehua pretended not to see it, and was about to walk away, but was stopped by Ding San:

"Young Master Yuehua~"

Ding Yuehua felt the hairs on his back stand on end.Ding San slept soundly last night, poor Ding Yuehua didn't sleep all night, he took a breath when Ding San woke up at dawn, he is not a hypocritical person, but they are in the same room, Ding Yuehua feels a little...embarrassed .

Ding Yuehua was forced to stop, and watched Ding San trot all the way up the short cliff from the path on the other side.

"Master Yuehua, good morning~" Ding Sansan looked at Ding Yuehua generously, not feeling awkward at all.

"Morning..." Ding Yuehua let out a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't call him "Brother Yuehua".

Seeing Ding Yuehua's indifference, Ding Sansan patted Ding Yuehua's shoulder carelessly, "Oh, we've all slept together, don't be so gay~" Ding Yuehua is easy to get along with too much.

[-]. Get up, sleep, pass... Ding Yuehua blushed upon hearing these four words.

Ding San didn't feel that he had mentioned any sensitive topic. He set up the awning and looked in the direction he came from. He didn't notice that Ding Yuehua was blushing like a little apple. After watching for a while, he turned to Ding Yuehua and said, "I didn't expect this It's pretty clear, I guess Master Fahai found me here." Speaking of this, Ding San's eyes were slightly sad, after all, things are different now.

"Master Fa Hai found you here?" Ding Yuehua remembered how she and Zhan Zhao were eager to inquire about the cause of Master Fa Hai's death last night, presumably the two should know each other.

"Well, I've 'died' here once again, and it was Master who saved me." Ding San remembered his embarrassing appearance just now, and Master Fahai's friendly face like a "chrysanthemum", and he laughed a little, but The smile was a little dry.

"Dead?" Ding Yuehua didn't quite understand.

Ding San smiled lightly, without explaining, and kept looking at the plum tree in the distance, but Ding Yuehua felt that there was something in his eyes that didn't match her age... Vicissitudes?

"Why is there a big bell here?" Thinking of Master Fahai Ding San made her feel uncomfortable. Seeing a bell behind Ding Yuehua, she quickly changed the subject.

"It's a dead bell in the temple." Ding Yuehua also heard about it from the young monk.

"It looks like it's been scrapped for a long time. It's really old-fashioned." Ding San looked around the copper clock carefully. The body of the clock was covered with green patina, as if it had been there for many years. It was very big and heavy, almost as tall as her. Like a dying old man, quietly observing the world.The green grass on the edge of the clock is full of vitality, which is in stark contrast to the old copper bell.Next to the clock, near the edge of the low cliff, there is a stone tablet with the words "Thinking Over the Cliff" on it.

Ding San stroked his chin and thought, it seems that in martial arts novels, masters often obtain some kind of mysterious power or martial arts cheats in this remote place of self-reflection, and then successfully practice a peerless martial arts. I don’t know if it will be the same here Such a feng shui treasure.

"Gu..." Ding San's thoughts were interrupted by a series of stomach sounds, and he turned his head to see Ding Yuehua looking into the distance with a flushed face.

Ding San was a little amused, a hero is a man, not a god, there is nothing to be ashamed about being hungry, I guess he didn't eat breakfast in the morning, so he took out a small paper bag from his bosom, and when he opened it, it turned out to be two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake .

"Here." Ding San stretched out his hand holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Ding Yuehua's eyes, motioning him to take a piece. Ding Yuehua would not eat food from strangers, but saw Ding San's bright eyes and took a piece by accident. After tasting it, He thought it tasted good, and asked her curiously, "Where did it come from?"

Ding San pointed to his nose, proudly said: "I did it~"

"This morning?" No wonder she disappeared early in the morning.

"Yeah, I asked Huiming's senior brother to go down the mountain to buy sugar osmanthus flowers yesterday." Not to mention that the monks in Jinlong Temple are quite efficient in handling things.

"I'm going to go down the mountain and go back to Kaifeng Mansion in a while..." Thinking of walking back, Ding San looked into the distance in pain.

Looking at her sad eyes, and thinking about the conversation between her and Zhan Zhao yesterday, Ding Yuehua laughed a little. He didn't expect such a restless person to be afraid of riding a horse.

"Actually, I'm also planning to go to Kaifeng Mansion. I can't stay in Bianjing for too long. It's better to leave Brother Wen Yan's affairs to the government. Why don't we go down the mountain together later?" Ding Yuehua made a good suggestion.

"Mr. Yuehua, do you have a carriage?" Ding San looked at him with treacherous eyes, and if she put a tail on her, she would definitely shake it very happily.

"No, I came here on horseback." Ding Yuehua couldn't stand her fiery eyes, and avoided her.

"Then how do we go, I'm 'stunned'." Hearing what Ding Yuehua said, Ding San was a little discouraged.

"It's okay, I can touch your sleeping point." The corner of Ding Yuehua's mouth raised slightly inadvertently.

"Uh...Okay, then I'll go back and tidy up." Ding San hesitated for a while.

I don't know if this Ding Yuehua is too rational or weak-minded. This suggestion makes her dumbfounded, but she still accepts it gladly. She doesn't have to walk or worry about fainting. The most important thing is that there is such a thing as the Sleeping Point!And you will experience it yourself!It seems that mixing with heroes really gives you a lot of experience!

.......

Ding San went back to his own room to pack his luggage. While packing, he kept muttering: "Banknotes, water, snacks, beads..." The banknotes were warm in his arms—no problem ; the water bladder is full - no problem; snacks are piled up in the middle of the fur skin like a hill - no problem; the rosary... where did it go?Before leaving, Zhan Zhao left Master Fa Hai's rosary to her, which should be for her to remember the old man, but she searched every corner of the room but couldn't find it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging her two thin legs, frowning and thinking carefully: I should not lose the rosary, I carried it in my arms when I went out this morning, did I skip it somewhere?It seems that the last time I took it out was thinking about the cliff, did it fall there?

Ding San ran out of the room in a hurry, facing Huiming who was also in a hurry. The two of them bumped into each other with a "bang" without seeing who they were.

"Oh, Huiming, your brain is really hard." Ding San rubbed his forehead and looked up at Huiming. Huiming didn't feel any pain, but his face was wrinkled, as if he was worried about something, and he looked very funny.

"Huiming, why are you so sad?" Ding San supported Huiming's eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character with two fingers, and flattened them for him.

Huiming rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, sighed and said, "Remember the merits for Mrs. Wang."

"Who is Mrs. Wang?" Ding San asked Huiming.

"Wang Baiwan's wife outside the royal family." Huiming replied with a flat mouth.

Wang million?Ding San seems to have heard such a local tyrant's name from Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and the others. He seems to be a rich old man in Kaifeng.

"Isn't it a good thing to have incense money in the account? Why are you making a small mouth, and the money is not enough?" Ding San thought about Huiming's particularly reluctant expression, and this rich man is also stingy.

"It's a lot of money, but Mrs. Wang has a very temper. Every time I come to eat vegetarian food, it's either salty or bland. It's never to her liking." Huiming was worried about something.

"You're too cheerful, and you're so stupid that it's hard to make people have a good temper~" Ding San teased him.

"But she is out of character today." Huiming frowned, ignoring Ding San's joke.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Huiming's serious look, Ding San was also a little surprised.

"She looked a little sad."

"Hey, those wives and misses, who are idle every day, are very hypocritical. Isn't it going to be autumn soon? Those who hurt the spring and autumn are the only ones to be loved."

Although Huiming didn't understand what Ding San meant by pain in the egg, he agreed, "Yes, but I think it's because of Master Fahai."

"Oh? Why?" Shi Nai and Shi Shu?Ding San feels that some important gossip is about to come out.

"Today, after Mrs. Wang had the vegetarian meal, she asked us if the person who cooked the vegetarian meal had changed. Huixin told her that Master Hai had passed away. She asked how he died, and Huixin told her too. After listening to her, she had some Lost, the number of picky times is much less than before, and I feel weak." Huiming frowned and held his chin thoughtfully.

"It's nothing, maybe it's because of her respect for the deceased." Ding San pretended to be indifferent and wanted to get him, while glancing at Huiming out of the corner of his eye, expecting Huiming's unconvinced small universe to explode and explode even more violently gossip.

"No wonder!" Huiming's expression was a bit complicated, "I think she really hates my uncle."

really!Here comes the news!

"Yo~ I didn't expect you to gossip like this~ Hurry up and talk about it~" Hearing that Ding San's paparazzi is possessed here, his eyes are bright, and he suddenly became interested.This middle-aged woman hated a monk who became a monk halfway, nothing more than love and love. She didn't expect the secret history of Jinlong Temple to be solved by Huiming.

"I won't tell you anymore." Huiming looked up at the sky, he couldn't understand gossip and the like, but he felt that it was not a good thing.

"Little master Huiming, you said it not for yourself, but for Mrs. Wang, maybe you have provided a clue here and I can help Mrs. Wang untie her heart knot in the future, so you don't have to be so troublesome in the future, right? "Ding San put on a serious face and said nonsense, but he knew in his heart that there are so many futures in this world, and if some things are really cornered, they will not be able to understand them for several lifetimes.

But Huiming still said, not because Ding San's words moved him, but because he himself couldn't hide the matter,

"A while ago, I saw Mrs. Wang and my uncle arguing at the foot of Siguo Cliff."

"What are you arguing about?" Ding San went to Huiming's side for a blow.

Huiming looked around, leaned over and covered Ding San's ears and whispered: "Mrs. Wang said that my uncle made her live alone in this world, and that my uncle ruined her happiness and her life." .”

"It's so explosive!" Ding San grabbed Huiming's hands tightly and jumped up.Ask what love is in the world, a lonely middle-aged woman longing for warmth, and a monk who is half a century old and a monk, what brings them together, and what separates them from each other... Could it be that what Master Fahai said Sin refers to this matter?This is an important clue!

"Huiming, let me tell you, you have done your uncle a great favor today!" Ding San excitedly shook Huiming's shoulders vigorously, causing Huiming's head to fly around like a bird.

Huiming was so dizzy that he didn't know what Ding San was going to do, and his shoulders hurt from being scratched by her. Seeing Master Jiyuan passing by behind Ding San, he hurried forward to say hello as if seeing a savior. Dodged someone's dog's claws.

Seeing Ding San and Huiming's flamboyant affection here, Jiyuan wanted to pass by casually, but when Huiming stopped him, he had to stop and replied:

"Good morning, little master Huiming." By the way, he glanced at Ding San beside Huiming.

Seeing Ji Yuan looking at Ding San, Huiming introduced with some embarrassment: "This is the benefactor Ding from Kaifeng Mansion." He only knew that Ding San came with Zhan Zhao, so he took it for granted that he was from Kaifeng Mansion.

"Oh?" Master Jiyuan was slightly surprised, as if he didn't quite believe it.

"Blesser Ding improved the food in the temple recently." Huiming was a little proud. After all, Ding San was brought to the kitchen by him.

Ding San was a little dumbfounded, where did this come from, don’t care if it’s right or not, just after introducing himself as from Kaifeng Mansion, he then introduced himself to improve the food for Jinlong Temple, this is to make others think that he is sent by Kaifeng Mansion cook?

Master Jiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he sincerely praised: "Benefactor Ding is very skilled." It is estimated that the monk who placed the order also suffered a lot from Huiming's "superb cooking" brothers.

"Is Master Qingzhi better?" Huiming asked Master Jiyuan with a blushing face and concern. He didn't see Qingzhi in the dining hall from last night to this morning. He asked Master Jiyuan. The master said that he was sick. Qingzhi has a weak constitution and is always sick.

"Much better, thank you little master Huiming for caring." Master Jiyuan smiled and thanked Huiming.

"Qingzhi?" Ding San had some impression of this name, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"It's the old monk's apprentice." Master Jiyuan replied with a good temper.

"Oh, that little monk with delicate features." Ding San tilted his head and recalled Qingzhi's appearance. He looked like Tang Monk, and then looked at Huiming's shy appearance... Could it be that he and Qingzhi Have a relationship? !It was too exciting, and Ding San suddenly felt that he knew too much, and he couldn't digest it for a while.But Qingzhi was fine when I saw him yesterday afternoon, why did he suddenly get sick, seeing how he walks strangely, could it be...hemorrhoids?

Suddenly, Ding San slapped his head violently, "Oh, I almost forgot the real business because I was so busy with nonsense."

"What's the business?" Huiming was taken aback by her surprise.

Ding San knew that the little monk was good, so he winked at him in a mysterious way, "I have to go to Siguoya to find a mysterious thing, do you want to come together~" Seeing Huiming's longing eyes, Ding San was very satisfied Throwing down a sentence: "I won't talk nonsense with you, go and credit Mrs. Wang, I have to go back to Kaifeng mansion in a while~" Before finishing speaking, he disappeared without touching the ground, leaving Huiming was scratching his heart and liver with curiosity alone.

"I have to go and record the credits for Mrs. Wang." Reminded by Ding San, Huiming also remembered his business, looked at the direction where Ding San disappeared with some sadness, and left Master Jiyuan, running erratically up.

......

Sure enough, Ding San found the rosary beside the big bronze bell, carefully wiped off the dirt stuck on it, carefully put it in his bosom, patted his chest, thinking that he must not lose it again this time.

It was almost noon, and the temperature had risen a bit, but it was cooler next to the big clock. Ding San always felt that the clock was gloomy, and maybe old things would be stained with ghosts.The green blade of grass under the edge of the clock made her feel better, at least a little angry. The front end of the blade of grass was under the clock. Could it be that the clock has been moved recently?Ding San squatted down, staring at the blades of grass under the clock in a daze, such a big clock, why move him?He picked up a small stick by hand, and used it to dig the soil under the edge of the bell.

"Such a big clock, without a crane, how did the ancients move it... Lever? Pulley? Rolling log?" Ding San muttered brokenly.

A black shadow quietly appeared behind Ding San. Ding San was digging happily there, completely unaware that the wooden stick in the man's hand was raised high and fell rapidly with the sound of "huh". It was only when someone's animal-type sixth sense came into play that he noticed something strange behind him, and when he looked back, a man in black had already greeted him with a thick log in both hands, and it was too late to close his eyes!

"Whoosh" a small stone pierced through the air and shot directly at the wrist of the man in black. When the man in black felt pain, his wrist loosened, and the log fell from his hand, hitting three doors.

This is a log, and it is still a very thick log, even if it is dropped at such a close distance, it can still make someone's eyes stare.Ding San grinned and covered his face, felt two streams of heat under his nose... wiped it with his hands, and looked closer, it was red!

This fact once again proves that all the TV shows are deceptive. According to Newton's first law, all objects have inertia. After hitting the wrist, how can a weapon fly so far? Just such a heavyweight still fly?Ding San was already very thankful that this was not a mace.

"Who are you?" A cold voice was slightly low.

It sounded like Ding Yuehua, but why does this brother always start with this sentence... Ding San was still a little dizzy, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw a dark shadow in front of him, a foot away. It is a touch of green.

The man in black was stunned because of the pain in his wrist, he ignored Ding Yuehua, and stretched out his hand to pinch Ding San's neck. Ding San was dizzy but conscious, and all the functions of his body were turned off because he felt the threat of death , coordinated with Ding San to do a roll on the spot, away from the opponent's attack range, took advantage of the gap to get up and run, at this moment Ding Yuehua also attacked the man in black, holding the jade flute and fighting with the man in black .Although Ding Yuehua was there, the feeling of dying just now made Ding San so excited that he couldn't stop!Coupled with the double vision of seeing things, I didn't know which direction I was running, only to hear Ding Yuehua yell:

"careful!"

However, for someone, it was too late, because her limbs had already fully experienced the feeling of flying.

Newton's first law, all objects have inertia.

And she once again successfully verified this law for this international friend standing on the shoulders of giants—at this moment, Ding San is enjoying the pleasure of falling off a cliff due to blindness and inertia!