At that time, the world was turbulent, and there was always no shortage of people who could stand out from the turmoil. It made no difference who was the hero of the times.
But there are always many people who remain unmoved in this season. With all the things in the world, most of them are helpless against these masters who sit as firmly as a rock. For example, the guardian of the Gushan Temple outside the Xiasong Imperial City is a hundred miles away. Monk. There was chaos in the imperial city a few months ago, but after all, it was deliberately hidden from most people who came and went, and even those who knew about the events of that day could not be still frightened by the incident and stop going out to make a living, even if they had known about it for months. Many unknown people with high backgrounds had died in their previous lives. They took a detour and made it clear that it would not work, so they simply kept silent to avoid causing trouble and continued to pass by.
The desire to make a living in the gangs and lakes is not necessarily lacking. On the contrary, he is the most arrogant young man in the world who is just starting out. He has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, has seen Shuangfeng being dyed several times, has heard about which gang escort agency has been wiped out, and has seen it with his own eyes. A good friend who was very close to him in normal life has become the target of others. He should be well versed in the dangers of rivers and lakes due to emotions and reasons. If there is an opportunity to climb a dragon and a phoenix and fall on a branch, it probably seems to be two-dimensional. The extremely arrogant Jianghu people have to bow to the wealthy businessmen or the dignitaries from the imperial city. How much they pretend to be casual in the past, they will be more and more flattering in the future.
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Everyone knows that the mountain temple guarded by the monk was destroyed. It must be related to the changes in the imperial city. Maybe the member of the Fan family who was hastily buried met his death here. Although it is just a guess, there are many people who want to inquire about what happened that day. Unfortunately, there is no one who knows the secret, and no one will take the initiative to mention it. They are hundreds of miles away from the imperial city, and they are still under the emperor's feet. How can they dare to tell the truth? It was nonsense, so everyone tacitly kept silent, for fear that one day if they accidentally mentioned it, it would cause a disaster that would kill someone dozens of times.
Only the stupid monk who only knows how to eat fast and chant Buddha's name doesn't know. But is it that the monks are forgetful, or is this monk always pretending to be confused? When others asked him privately, this honest monk always shook his head in confusion, as if he had no idea that there had been a terrifying pursuit here. If there were too many, he would scratch his bald head and say that there seemed to be a swordsman with a dragon by his side, who once saved his life in the thatched cottage. Even though most people did not believe this story, the monk still had to repeat it over and over again. Even when people left to go about their business, the monk still had to sit blankly outside the newly built temple, muttering that he had seen a young swordsman with a red dragon and helped rebuild the mountain temple.
But there is also a good thing. Everyone who travels around knows that the mountain temple has been destroyed, but they don’t know who provided the money, money and manpower to rebuild the mountain temple. Even though the monk is clumsy and can’t tell the story, the mountain temple has been rebuilt in a very bright and elegant way. Even if there is a discrepancy between what the monk said, it must have been under the instruction of a wealthy person or a person who raised his hand to cover the sky, so that he could rebuild the mountain temple. If he really bullied the monk as before, he would one day move the big Buddha out to this ignorant person. The monk said a few bad words casually, not to mention that he missed the opportunity to climb a high branch and offended the nobles. I am afraid that these inexperienced people cannot afford it. Therefore, even though the monk is very puzzled, no one seems to have touched his feet recently, and no one has come to pat his bald head. People who stop to ask for water frequently go to the temple to offer incense. There seemed to be more pilgrims than before.
The monk didn't understand what it meant for a person to achieve enlightenment, and the chickens and dogs ascended to heaven. He also didn't understand that there was an indescribable meaning in the looks and eyes of others looking at him. He just felt that it was pretty good not to be kicked or touched on the forehead. In my free time, I sat outside the temple and bowed happily to the golden body statue. Now that I have some food left over, I can also feed unknown birds, which makes me very satisfied.
However, the more peaceful life is, the less lasting it will be.
Today, the monk just went out under the stars. He picked up the bamboo broom on his shoulder and planned to clean up the remaining flowers that had been knocked down by the wind and rain in the past few days around the temple and the temple. He also took a look at the scriptures he memorized yesterday, so as not to forget them in two days. We were halfway there, but when we got outside the thatched cottage, we saw a carriage approaching from far away, stopping right outside the thatched cottage.
The person carrying the riding whip is a young man of very young age. His eyes are cool, but he does not look like a young man from a wealthy family. His face is dark, and the monk's eyes are not bad. Just by looking at him sideways, he can see this person clearly. The young man driving the cart has calluses on his hands. The monk is not very smart, but he has lived here for a long time and has seen countless practitioners. When he looked at this young man, he felt that his footsteps were not as steady as those of the Jianghu people. Instead, his palms were calloused. He was all over the place, his shoulders were very broad, and he immediately felt a little suspicious. He put down the bamboo broom in his hand and stood up with one palm to ask.
"The little benefactor has stopped here at this humble abode. I wonder if the little monk can help?"
The driver seemed to be driving for a long time and was slightly distracted. When he saw the bald head in front of his eyes, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, "I'm coming from Gonghe County. I'm going to Xia Song Capital with my master to collect some things. But my master is in a hurry." I was eager and didn't want to stay. When I arrived at the eminent monk's residence, I couldn't bear the fatigue. I planned to come to ask for a bowl of water and rest for a while, but there were many disturbances and my appearance was really not good."
The monk, who was always stiff-tempered but had a good temper, rarely showed any signs of anger after hearing this. He frowned and looked into the car tent, but the man in the car tent was still sleeping soundly, and his snoring did not stop at all, getting louder and louder, so he Without saying anything more, he asked the driver to go to the thatched cottage to rest first, while he helplessly shook his head in the direction where the snoring came from. He thought to himself: How could there be such a master in this world? Such a good young man, if he fell into the hands of this man, he would probably be forced to run errands. As for his true skills, he might not be able to learn anything.
The two were chatting in the thatched cottage. The spring morning was no longer as good as before. The cold spring cold had almost completely disappeared. In addition, the monk's thatched cottage with ventilation on all sides had been filled in by others. He didn't feel cold at all when he sat in the house. The monk also ignored the cart driver's refusal and made the clay stove boil water to make tea, and then handed it to the cart driver's hands. Firstly, it could warm his hands, and secondly, it could quench thirst and promote fluid production. During the conversation, the monk realized why the young coachman had calluses on his hands and a dark complexion. He realized that both of them came from Gonghe County. The young coachman might not be able to learn any skills from this master, but in Gonghe However, the county learned hand carving and worked in the wooden workshop to earn a living with his craftsmanship all day long. However, the master mentioned by the little coachman traveled all over the world all day long, so it was the copper coins that his disciples had worked so hard to earn, which attracted the monk's attention. There is some dissatisfaction.
And when the monk asked angrily why the little coachman wanted to support this idle master, the little coachman grinned honestly and said that if the master hadn't taken action and nothing went wrong, he would probably have been lucky enough not to die from exhaustion. Several bones were broken by his employer's boss, Tong Hua, with sticks. He had no money for medical treatment and died in a street corner or in a deserted mountain. He couldn't even keep his whole body. What's more, the little coachman also said that he really thought that his husband was very knowledgeable and talented. As for my ability, I haven't learned my true ability for a long time. I have to tell you why. Maybe my understanding is too low and I haven't been able to get my husband's recognition for a long time, so I am not willing to pass on the mantle.
"There is no need to be in a hurry. Unless one day I can be as unfazed by honor and disgrace as Master, and will not complain when the sky falls, I am sure that Master will be willing to pass on my mantle. No matter how hard or tiring it is, it doesn't count."
The monk pondered for a while and then looked at the bright and transparent eyes of the little coachman. Even though the candlelight in the room was dim, the light in the little coachman's eyes even made the monk feel very dazzling.
There is the sound of horse hooves again.
The monk was wondering, and put his bald head in front of the window to look around. But the man who came forward to greet him was the scholar who had woken up from behind the carriage just now. He looked like a monkey with a sharp mouth and cheeks, like a wild hozen in the mountains. Two tufts of fluff were added to the corners of his mouth and temples, as if he had just jumped out of the forest. After another carriage stopped, he first stepped down and took the fifth place. A gentleman who was about ten years old, and then two young men with very different looks came down. One of them was so ugly that he was as ugly as the middle-aged scholar who came to greet him first.
"Junior, I guess you must have been unable to secure your seat in the academy and wanted to come to Xia Song to pick up the item. However, I didn't expect to meet him intentionally, but there was no news. I came here unintentionally and happened to meet him."
The middle-aged ugly scholar bowed to the fifty-year-old man among the three people in front of him, with a smile on his face. He seemed to have long believed that the old man in front of him, whom he had never met before, had come to the same destination as him. However, when he raised his palms to give way, a stream of light suddenly unfolded. came, and finally landed around the three people in front of them. The bluestone road rose from the ground and turned into a cage to trap the three people and block the way. Although he said it very politely, Li Dengfeng had been dormant with Xia Song for a long time and was unwilling to give up his love, so he took the initiative and took action, and moreover, he just wanted to test the depth.
Zhou Kefa was tired of life, and when he arrived here, he was blocked by someone, blocking his way. However, he had no idea about the origin of this ugly scholar, so he asked from behind the bluestone cage.
"Let me ask you first, what do you want to get here? You must know that Xia Song Imperial City is not a good place for cultivators. Back then, I also went to Shang Qi Imperial City and was driven out by five giant rats. There was also a rogue swordsman with us. Both of us lost half our lives. Only then did we realize that the imperial city is not only a prosperous place, but also a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. If you have something to rely on, you can just go and explore. Why bother? Stop it here."
The middle-aged ugly scholar no longer looked at where Zhou Kefa and his two disciples were. Instead, he walked leisurely to the thatched cottage, grinned at the monk inside the window lattice, and squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than others crying.
Seeing this made the monk feel chills.
"Little Master, someone died not far from the mountain temple a few months ago. I wonder if the senior official left anything behind. I would like to take a look at it. I will naturally offer the incense and money with both hands, and by the way, I will repay the merit of taking care of my disciple."
There is a stream of water coming from the bluestone cage, which vaguely seems to be sword energy.
Zhou Kefa carried a stream of water with him. Even when he pinched his nose and took it from the young man's hand, he had to sigh inwardly. There is no shortage of great talents in the world from generation to generation.
