Outdated swordsman begging online

Qin Zheng pulled up his cloak and drank happily on the street like no one else was there.

If it is said that Jiudan Qingye is hard to buy, it is the most rare kind of intention to bring a jar specially for him. No matter what his purpose is, Qin Zheng feels that there will be no more in the current situation. The second person did this kind of thing for himself, moved and sad one after another.

During the three months when he was thrown down from the back mountain of Guanghan Villa, even though he survived the catastrophe, his life was still worse than death.At the beginning, Qin Zheng kept comforting himself that it was okay to lose his martial arts, that it would be better to live than to die, to find a place where no one knew him, to farm and beg for food, or even to become a monk if he was not good enough, as long as he didn't show his head in the arena and carried the clothes on his back. Just take the crime to the coffin and forget it, but after thinking about it, he only has three years to live, and farming may not necessarily yield a harvest. According to his posture of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, he might have starved to death long ago. Only the way of shaved ordained to become a monk, if you live your remaining life in the pure place of Buddhism, you can still get a dharma name and complete your merits and virtues at the point of exit, and pass away on the spot.

After thinking this way, he immediately decided to find a temple with good incense in this border town, and take care of himself in advance.

Three months ago, Qin Zheng was fished out of the river by the villagers of Chuangxi Town. The eldest sister who was washing clothes by the river saw that the floating corpse was still alive, so she was tempted to salvage it, but it was still alive.Fortunately, he was good-looking, otherwise there would often be corpses floating down the small river outside the town, and most of them would be picked up by the witch doctor and turned into fertilizer for raising Gu.Later, Qin Zheng found out that Chouxi Town is located in the territory of Qiuchi Country, which is the most prosperous among the large and small barbarian countries in southern Xinjiang. Be respectful and stay away, Qin Zheng has been wandering here for three months, but he still feels that the folk customs are simple and simple, not as evil as people in the Central Plains say.

The place where he settled was in the deep mountains five miles away. There was a dry temple that had been left unattended for many years. Occasionally a beggar went to sleep for a night. Qin Zheng made it his home for the time being.

On weekdays, he walks the streets and alleys to sell some herbs collected from the mountains. If he can’t sell them, he performs in the street. Qin Zheng can learn everything quickly. He learned Bawu from the elder sister who brought him back for three days. Well, Bawu, a southern Xinjiang musical instrument, only needs to find a piece of bamboo and cut a few holes. It is simple and crude and does not cost money. It is suitable for Qin Zheng's poor and miserable life.

As long as he can get some silver in exchange, he can exchange the rest for wine under the condition that he will not starve to death. As long as the wine pot is full, his life will be saved.

From the head disciple of Guanghan Villa to the current beggar, life has been full of ups and downs in three months. Qin Zheng feels that as long as he is still panting, there is nothing he can't take care of.

Just thinking about things like this, I stopped by the street to inquire, and finally came to the only temple in Jiuxi Town.

The name of the temple is Ningji, and a tall pagoda can be seen outside the wall, which is smoky.

Qin Zheng thought to himself, Southern Xinjiang does not believe in Buddhism, but in witch doctors. It is rare to have such a temple with such a strong incense. What's more, in such a remote town, perhaps God has taken care of it, and it has become a blessed place. In the future, we can end up here Not too bad.Immediately, he sat down at the gate of the temple, waiting for some master to come out and see his pitiful appearance in rags, show mercy, and recruit him to become a monk in the temple.

However, he miscalculated, the master didn't come out, and what came out was a sweeping monk with a fierce face and no mercy at all.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, don't mess with monks, especially those who sweep the floor, who might be able to stare at them so that they lose their internal strength and become obsessed, so Qin Zheng leaned to the side with a bit of guilt, not daring to block the temple gate .

The sweeping monk saw a beggar lying at the door, reeking of alcohol, with a cloak covering his face, and gave him a disgusted look, but continued to sweep his fallen leaves without saying a word.

Seeing that the man ignored him, Qin Zheng continued to drink wantonly, and when he was satisfied, he lay down carelessly, with his slender legs dangling loosely.

He thought to himself, I am so disrespectful in front of the Buddhist gate, as a monk, I should come over and give some advice, and then I can ask to enter the temple as a matter of course.

But the floor-sweeping monk didn't follow the routine. He quietly swept his own floor. There was a person lying on the floor blocking him. He raised his foot and stepped over to sweep twice, and then stepped over to sweep away the leaves. He rolled his eyes from time to time, and Qin Zheng hid It can be seen in the cloak, but it just doesn't speak.

Qin Zheng couldn't hold back anymore, propped his head on one hand, and said loudly to the sweeping monk, "Master, I! Think! No! Open!"

The floor-sweeping monk originally turned his back to him and bent over to clean. He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said angrily, "If you can't think about it, go jump into the river, go two miles to the left, and tie a few more stones when you go down. It will be done once and for all."

"..."

Qin Zheng was dumbfounded. He didn't expect a monk to be so vicious. Taking advantage of the alcohol, he planned to argue with him to relieve his anger from stepping over him, and said, "I just can't think about it, I don't want to die, Master Helping the Buddha to sweep the fallen leaves has immeasurable merits, would you like to help the Buddha save me in the common people again?"

The sweeping monk glanced over inexplicably, and said, "The common people have their own blessings and disasters, and it is not up to me to save them. Besides, I see that you don't need anyone to save you. Isn't this a good life?"

Qin Zheng refused to accept that he was living well. He sat up and said, "Master, look at me. I don't have enough food and clothing. I slept in the street and was criticized by others, so I slept at the entrance of your temple. I am living well there." !"

The sweeping monk listened to his misery indifferently, and said unmoved, "If you still live to drink, you are living well."

Qin Zheng argued, "Master, you don't know. If I don't drink this wine, I will die on the spot, but I don't want to die, so I have to drink it all the time. I can't live well because I can't think about it. If I can't think about it, I will come to the Buddhist gate to disturb the Buddha in peace." , I hope you will save me on behalf of the Buddha."

The sweeping monk sneered, "Then how do you want to be saved?"

Qin Zheng finally picked up the conversation, very satisfied, "I want to become a monk in the temple and always be with the Buddha!"

"..." The sweeping monk finally looked at Qin Zheng carefully, squinted his eyes and asked, "Do you want to become a monk?"

Qin Zheng nodded.

"No sincerity." The sweeping monk turned around, not wanting to talk to him.

Qin Zheng continued to say shamelessly, "Master thinks that I am not sincere. I sat here early in the morning. Seeing that you are serious about sweeping, I dare not disturb you. Isn't it almost noon? You also want to eat, right? Take me before dinner, and it won't waste your time."

The sweeping monk put the fallen leaves in one place, shook the broom, and was about to turn around and enter the temple gate. After stepping over Qin Zheng's two long legs, he suddenly stopped and turned his head and said, "Have you seen through the red dust? Life is so frustrating." Have to escape into Buddhism? Leaving home is done by a man, in order to let go of all grievances, hatred, wealth and glory, and concentrate on cultivating Buddhism from now on. Look at you, you have a hippie smiling face, a glib tongue, and a smell of alcohol. There is something that can't let you go You just came here to seek comfort, right? There can be no one like you under the lotus seat, and it will pollute the peace of Buddhism. I can't let you continue to sit here and think about it. I want to live your life! It's better to leave!"

The floor-sweeping monk gave Qin Zheng a hard lesson, and went in without looking back while holding the broom.

Qin Zheng sat on the ground in a daze, pondering over what he said just now, and felt that he fit everything, why did he even despise the monk.Thinking of his glorious days, his mastery of swordsmanship was unrivaled, and he once had the ambition of being a chivalrous man to win the martial arts. Although the world is unpredictable, the master broke the friendship between teachers and apprentices for many years with a single sword, and he was exiled in public. After leaving the teacher's school, the current appearance is not enough for the words "frustrated in life"?Isn't it worth his disillusionment?

Randomly call anyone who knows Qin Zheng over to take a look at him now, poor and destitute, even begging for food and performing arts for food and clothing, who would have thought that he was once a famous swordsman, let alone a martial arts practitioner. The most precious weapons and kung fu are hard work, but Qin Zheng has nothing to do with him, except for the cocoon in one hand that reminds him that he was also a swordsman and club wielder. The past is relevant.

He couldn't lift the sword, and his blood was half cold.

Raping and murdering his junior sister, mutilating his wife, stealing treasures, colluding with the devil sect, he took on all these crimes without any objection, just to repay the kindness of his master and mother for nurturing them for many years. When the incident happened suddenly, he wanted to know why more than anyone else, but the master was sharp. He was executed on the spot in a messy way, and the kindness was even greater, and he couldn't allow him to say no, and he became what he is now in a daze.

For various reasons, he also just wanted to bury it in his heart, and three years later, he would rest in peace with himself, and no one would ruin his reputation for nothing because of these things. Anyway, he doesn't care about things now, and he won't seek life and death. I don't want to seek the truth for myself.

You have to have an attitude when you break a pot and throw it. If the sweeping monk doesn't accept him, he just sits through the gate of the temple and doesn't leave.Anyway, the wine in his hand was enough for him to drink for a while, Qin Zheng was heartbroken, lay down on the spot, pulled his cloak tight and fell asleep.

If you don't accept me, I'll stick at your door and won't leave, what can you do to me!

In a simple tea shop not far away, a few black shadows fell silently and knelt down at Wen Tingyun's feet.

Wen Tingyun was reading medical books while drinking tea, before he asked, "Where did he go?"

The man in black kneeling on the ground did not dare to raise his head and replied, "Ningji Temple."

Wen Tingyun put down the teacup and became puzzled, "What is he going to the temple for?"

The man in black said, "Chen Dajun grabbed the monk who was sweeping the floor of Ningji Temple and asked him to become a monk."

Wen Tingyun was stunned, "He wants to become a monk?! Did you hear what he said?"

The man in black told Wen Tingyun everything he had seen and heard, not daring to omit anything. Wen Tingyun's eyebrows were furrowed when he heard this, "I don't have enough food to wear, and still sleep on the street?? Why is he living like this now..."

"Also, he said that if he doesn't drink for a day, he will die on the spot?!"

The man in black said, "That's what he told the sweeping monk, but my subordinates see that Chen Dajun just wants to blame the monk, so you can't believe what he said."

Wen Tingyun shook his head self-consciously, "He's not a person who can't think about it. I'm afraid he wants to hide from people when he goes to Buddhism. Since the sweeping monk doesn't want to accept him, why doesn't he leave?"

The man in black nodded and said, "Well, the subordinate saw that he was fast asleep and came back to report to the master when he was free. Thinking about it... he was still sleeping at the gate of the temple."

Wen Tingyun, "..."

Is this person hiding too many things in his heart, or does he really not care about anything, so he looks so indifferent?

He was invited to drink tea just now, and both of them should know clearly about his identity, otherwise Qin Zheng wouldn't have run so fast with excuses, but no matter what, Wen Tingyun didn't expose it face to face, and wanted to leave some leeway for him to let him Knowing that he has no malicious intentions, even if he knew that Chen Dajun was Qin Zheng, Wen Tingyun would not take him down without shouting and killing. Now that the Central Plains martial arts are offering a high price for his head, it took Wen Tingyun a lot of work to find here. Depressed but not depressed, but also relieved.

It's just that seven years have passed, Qin Zheng doesn't seem to recognize him at all, but that's good, he doesn't have to worry too much about what he wants to do, just pretend he doesn't know him.

Wen Tingyun lowered his eyes and continued to read his medical books, thinking while reading, now that he has found his old friend, it will not be so easy for this person to run away again.

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