The trail down the mountain is open.
The good news is that we can open for business and go down the mountain to rob.
The bad news is that when you go down the mountain, you will probably be killed by the police officers of Fufeng Fucheng.
Judging from the results of Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang's inspection down the mountain at night last night, there was a significant increase in the number of arrests at the foot of the mountain.
This situation is bad!
Not only is it difficult for everyone to go down the mountain to rob the road, but the police officers are also very likely to take the initiative to go up the mountain to encircle and suppress them!
After a long while, in the middle of the dining table, Bai Jianxian dipped his chopsticks into the rice soup, drew a circle of the "Ghost Drawing Talisman" map crookedly, and said with great imagination:
"What if we avoid this road, go around other peaks, and go down the mountain to rob without anyone noticing?"
"Inappropriate, inappropriate, yo-yo." Huang Dagui knocked on the bowl, with an inexplicable boldness on his face, "The detour must at least pass through Shuiyue An or Qiugong Pavilion. They will definitely not let us pass. Even if we are lucky enough to pass, we will not be able to pass. It's a hundred fucking miles around, the mountain roads are difficult to navigate, and they're all like soft-footed rabbits, so how can they have the strength to rob?"
"The third master is right. We can't get through other places, otherwise we would have gone long ago." Han Jiulang's face turned into a ball of pain, "I miss the days of robbery so much. I planted this tree and drove this road..."
The three of them were used to robbing, and they felt itchy after taking a break.
"We only know about robbery, shouldn't we think about how to survive?"
Han Qiniang took a mouthful of cabbage and chewed it with her red lips puffed out. It was quite interesting: "Not to mention the government, there has been no news from the Tiger Village in the past few days. It is very likely that it has arrived nearby and is preparing to attack us!"
"Why are you so sure that Tiger Village will destroy us? Now that the situation at the foot of the mountain is not right, do they have no scruples?"
Xin Zhuo raised his own question.
Cui Ying'er wiped the corner of her mouth and sneered: "I, Fulong Village, uphold justice for heaven and justice, and only rob corrupt officials and unscrupulous businessmen, while Menghu Village, no matter how good it is, will definitely kill people if they pass by. Robbery.
The old master couldn't stand it and often beat each other. The master of the Tiger Village, the 'Ghost Blood Sword', Sun Wu, was hung up and beaten many times by the old master. Sun Wu was a vengeful master and always held a grudge. How could he do it once the old master was gone? Don't you want to take your anger out on us?
If the government were to kill us first, how could he swallow his breath? "
In the "memory", my grandfather indeed only robbed corrupt officials and large businessmen. When he encountered poor people, he would not take any money from them and let them go directly. This was also the direct reason for the poverty of Fulong Village. After all, there were profiteers and corrupt officials in the world, and there were several people who happened to take this path. road?
"So, now we are not only unable to go down the mountain to rob, but the problem we face is not whether the government and Menghu Village can attack us, but who can attack us first?"
Xin Zhuo concluded.
Robbery=0.
Against Menghu Village = 6 people vs 800 people.
Against the government = 6 people vs endless.
What a terrible experience.
"That's right!"
Empress Bai Jianxi smiled and expressed her own opinion: "So is it possible that when the tiger village came, they happened to meet the officers and soldiers, and the two groups were biting each other? I think it is very possible! No one knows them better than me .”
"It's possible, but we can't have any illusions."
Cui Ying'er said: "Those officers and soldiers' official rations and extra salary are all based on merit. Maybe they will stand in the way when encountering the fierce tiger village. Let's attack first and make a contribution first. You must know those in the Hungry Wolf Village. We were going down the mountain last night and happened to bump into the police. If we ask, we will know whether we are true or not.
In addition, fortunately, Shuiyue An and Qiugong Pavilion did not come to find fault, otherwise we would really be at our wits end! "
The thieves looked at each other, as if they were back a few days ago.
The destruction of Hungry Wolf Village seems to have changed something, but it also seems to have remained unchanged.
Huang Dagui, who was suffocating in his chest, yelled: "Attack the capital, chop off the emperor's bird's head, snatch the emperor's bird's seat, and give it to the head of the family!"
As we all know, the third boss wanted to chop off the emperor's head, just as a way to vent his anger, but Xin Zhuo was very happy to hear it.
It's a pity that the emperor is too far away, and even the policemen in a county can annihilate him.
"What a great ambition! The heads of Fulong Village are really very ambitious!"
Suddenly, a scolding sound came from outside. The sound was like trickling water, refreshing and refreshing. It was obviously a bit sarcastic, but it didn't sound annoying.
All the thieves looked at each other and walked out of Juyi Hall.
Outside the cottage, in the maple forest, among the rustling leaves, two nuns stood.
The moon-white monks' robes rustled in the autumn wind. They were all slender and in their twenties. Perhaps because they had been fasting and chanting Buddha all year round, their minds were calm and undisputed. Their faces were as white as snow and their expressions were gentle.
Especially the first one, who is graceful and graceful, with willow-shaped eyebrows and a pair of beautiful eyes like a silhouette in autumn water, with a somewhat intoxicating charm in the mist.
There is a nun behind, Xin Zhuo knows Huixin, a busty nun who was once defeated by him.
The person in front of me was a stranger, but an inexplicable sentence appeared in Xin Zhuo's mind: My beautiful lady, why did you become a monk?
"Just now, the second boss said that Shuiyue An didn't come to find fault, and now it's here! It's so annoying, damn it."
Bai Jian cursed softly.
Han Qiniang and the others also looked at each other coldly. It rained all night, and the nun from Shuiyue Temple really came.
According to his temper, he just slashed with the knife, but the old master always taught everyone that they should treat monks gently and not treat them with common sense.
"Who are you, little nun? What are you doing here?"
Huang Dagui didn't have so many worries. He swung the knife in his hand vigorously and cut off the green leaves of the newly sprouted potatoes with white tips and thin seeds. "Do you see the knife in my hand?"
"The poor nun is as smart as orchid, and the martial nun of Shuiyue Temple, the knife in the donor's hand is indeed sharp. If you kill the poor nun, you can let go of the anger in your heart. How can the poor nun cherish this stinky skin?"
First, Mei Ni put her palms together and recited the name of the Buddha. Her red lips opened slightly, which was pleasing to the eye.
"That's what you said!"
Huang Dagui stepped forward with a knife, looking at the opponent's upright and awe-inspiring look and the fearless look in his beautiful eyes, then he turned around and came back with a face full of shame, "I don't think I can beat her!"
Cui Ying'er frowned slightly and took a step forward: "What on earth is the little teacher's wife doing here? Let's not talk about the same old thing!"
Hui Rulan said: "The poor nun heard that there was a dispute between Guizhai and Hungry Wolf Village yesterday, and they killed Soaring Cannon and Chai Donghu?"
"So what?"
"You are all miserable people. Why bother killing each other? It's a crime. Those who lose their lives suffer, and those who kill are guilty. Why don't you put down the butcher knife and go down the mountain. The new magistrate will be magnanimous and will definitely save your life, food and clothing."
Cui Ying'er frowned and was speechless due to this rhetoric again.
What a Holy Mother!
Xin Zhuo has truly understood the "compassion" of the Holy Mother. Regardless of whether it is unreasonable or not, he takes it for granted. If the government cuts people like him with a knife, who can he ask to reason?
At this moment, the pride of being a Zuan person and a keyboard warrior in his previous life jumped out, waving his hand to Cui Ying'er and others to enter the room, leaving this place to him.
Cui Ying'er and others looked at him in surprise and then entered the room obediently.
Only then did Hui Rulan look squarely at Xin Zhuo. She seemed to have seen this handsome young man once in the past, but she had never taken another look at him. After observing him carefully, she never imagined that he was so handsome.
He has a tall and slender figure, a face like a crown jade, lips painted with vermilion, and eyes like dotted paint. He has a smile on his face, revealing a pair of dimples.
The key is that he doesn't have a trace of gangsterism, murderousness, vulgarity and impulsiveness that bandits are accustomed to.
Just like the pretty boy next door!
My beautiful lady, why did you become a thief?
She instinctively thought of this sentence.
"Who is the donor? What's his name?" she asked softly.
"It doesn't matter who I am, nor does my name. It's just a code name. What matters is, who are you? What are you doing here?"
Xin Zhuofu stood with his hands on his hands and opened the bar with a serious expression.
What a strange statement, Hui Rulan chuckled: "Poverty nun Hui Rulan, I just said that I am here to persuade you to let go..."
Xin Zhuo immediately interrupted: "In what capacity do you persuade us to put down the butcher's knife? Why can you ask us to put down the butcher's knife?"
Hui Rulan was a little stunned: "The poor nun is a monk and a disciple of Buddhism. He has the heart to save all sentient beings. It is the responsibility of the poor nun to persuade the donor to do good!"
"Why can Buddhist disciples persuade people to do good? How can I, a bandit, not be able to do that? How do you know that I, a bandit, are not doing good deeds? I, a bandit, cannot save all sentient beings?"
"What the bandits did was just to rob homes and do illegal and unjust things. This is a serious crime. Yesterday, Guizhai killed the two heads of Hungry Wolf Village, which is proof!"
"Have you ever seen me in Fulong Village robbing houses? The people in Hungry Wolf Village are full of evil and heinous crimes. We just want them to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot!
As expected, the two heads of the Hungry Wolf Village have already made atonement at the feet of the Buddha in the Paradise of Paradise!
This is a great merit, so not only do we have goodness in our hearts, we are also great goodness! "
"... Ridiculous! The donor's words are unreasonable!"
"What do you mean by strong words? It's just that you think what I said is wrong, so you think I'm using strong words!
On the other hand, can I also think that the young master is trying to make excuses?
Who dares to say that he is right when it comes to things in this world? Someone else must be wrong?
You advised me to be kind, can I also advise you to be kind and give the bandits a way to survive? You are facing each other hard, is it evil or good? "
"Buddha..."
"Don't mention it to me, Buddha, why did you become a monk? You gave up human desires and ignored human ethics. You shaved off your hair easily and were unfilial to your parents. Is that right, Buddha?"
For example, why am I a thief? Am I born evil? I have no livelihood, no clothes, no food, and am living in the mountains. Are the emperor and the government right? "
"I..." Hui Rulan's face turned pale and she was speechless. She forgot to call herself a "poor nun".
Xin Zhuo rebuked loudly: "You call yourself me? I also call myself me. What's the difference between you and me? What's the difference between a bandit and a nun?"
Bandits are evil, but what are nuns?
Who is this 'I' in your mouth? Is the me you are talking about my true self or my ego? Do you recognize it?
Where did I come from, where will I die, why was I born in this world, and what does my appearance mean to this world? Did the world choose me, or did I choose the world?
Is there an end to good and evil? Is there any length of time? Where did the good people go in the end? Where do the evildoers go in the end?
Where does the lost time disappear? Where does future time stop?
What is good and what is evil? you! Have you realized it? "
"this……"
Hui Rulan's face turned pale for a moment.
"Ah...I...seem to have realized it!"
Nun Huixin, who had been listening dryly for a long time behind her, her chest heaving up and down, her face alternately confused and determined.
