Unexpectedly, there was an unprovoked commotion in the leaves, and a mess of water fell down.
Yun Kong shook his head, shook the water, and bent down lower to prevent the bag from getting wet.
His eyes were dripping with water, and in his blurry vision, he spotted a shabby nunnery.
Yun Kong took long strides and ran over. As he gradually approached Po'an, he kept looking at Po'an with his eyes.
A wooden plaque hung diagonally beside the door of the dilapidated nunnery. The moldy black wooden plaque was engraved with the heavy words "Dishui nunnery".
Both doors of the nunnery fell off, and one was so badly broken that it turned into a piece of wood paralyzed on the wet ground. It was obviously cracked by external force.
"Has anyone been here?" A thought flashed through Yun Kong's mind.
I wonder if it’s a recent thing?
Or was it a long, long time ago?
The country was in a state of unrest, and the Song Dynasty was defeated in repeated battles against the Jin Dynasty. The royal family had already crossed the river to re-establish the country, and the common people also fled south. Wave after wave of refugees flocked to the south. I believe that this shabby nunnery was once a place where the refugees stayed overnight. .
Yun Kong also fled all the way south, and finally crossed the Huai River. He wanted to cross the river to the Han people and return to the south where he was born.
In the midst of his thoughts, Yun Kong stepped in front of the nunnery door, splashing water and adding a few more mud stains to the already wet corners of his clothes.
There was an eaves above the nunnery door to block part of the rain. Yunkong finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his eyes, took a few breaths, and then looked into the nunnery door.
There was no sunshine in the nunnery, and there was a gloomy musty smell that made Yun Kong's nose sour.
This "Dishui Temple" gave people a sense of distrust from the first sight, reminding him of the Hundred Demon Hall that he and Chi Chengzi accidentally broke into.
Yun Kong plucked the water from his clothes, took off his straw hat and waved the water, and carefully stepped into the nunnery. His eyes adjusted to the darkness while he looked around:
"The poor road passes through precious land. Please stay overnight to avoid the rain."
Yun Kong habitually said loudly to all directions, as a greeting to the dark world, "I hope you will bear with me."
The darkness answered him with an echo.
The echo only appeared briefly before being swallowed up by darkness.
Yun Kong stared around and saw no response, then bowed again and put down the cloth bag and white cloth bag he was hugging.
Dust rose slightly from the ground, adding to the musty smell in the air.
Yun Kong thought: "The world is in chaos, Xia Anju must be gone."
Inherited from the Indian custom, monks do not go out during the rainy season and practice diligently in the nunnery. The rainy season in India coincides with the summer in China, which is called "summer residence". Generally, the "summer end" begins on May 15th and ends on August 10th. Five talents "unravel summer".
But at this time, let alone monks, there was not even a ghost in the nunnery.
"The monks are restless, but I, the Taoist priest, have come to live in peace."
Yun Kong muttered as he rummaged for the flint in the bag, thankful that the flint had not become damp.
He searched around again and dragged over the hay piled up against the wall and a few pieces of wood that had not been burned (probably the fragments of the door panels he had just seen).
He struck the flint, and a spark burst out from the flint.
Suddenly, he looked around suspiciously, feeling uneasy about the air in the nunnery.
He paused for a moment, listening carefully.
Very peaceful.
Only the sound of rain was noisy outside, and only tranquility echoed inside the nunnery.
Yun Kong listened carefully again, then moved the flint closer to the hay, drawing out sparks and letting the hay quietly ignite.
After he skillfully blew and added grass, the fire started to burn vigorously. Yun Kong added more wood and slowly turned the fire up.
Smoke emitted from the damp wood. Yun Kong coughed a few times, and the sensitivity of his nose suddenly became stronger. He looked around again and again with vigilance, but still couldn't see anything in the small nunnery.
The fire gradually grew stronger and gradually covered the ceiling and walls. At the same time, a smell gradually grew stronger in the nose.
Yunkong stood up and searched for the smell.
In a corner behind Dishui An, he saw a severed arm, with countless fat white maggots wriggling on it, and several green-headed flies buzzing and circling above.
The broken arm was instantly connected to the smell in his nose. Once the smell had a meaning, it suddenly became stronger.
Yun Kong tensed up and turned to the back of Dishui Temple, only to see an inner hall with more than ten corpses lying in a mess. The rotten air was so high that even the air was dyed blue.
The corpses were all highly decomposed, and the hall was full of flies flying around excitedly.
Yun Kong took out a handkerchief and put it on his nose. The soaked handkerchief just blocked the smell of corpses.
He frowned, stepped into the inner hall calmly, stepped over the corpses, and watched the last postures of the victims before their death.
Corpses exposed to the air decay the fastest. Few of these corpses have faces, but deep knife marks can still be seen on the remaining flesh.
"Quick knife." Yun Kong stared at the wound and told himself.
The murderers were in a hurry, and every corpse was hacked to death with a knife. No matter whether the neck, chest or abdomen was ventilated.
The murderer was very accurate. He killed each person with one sword without wasting the energy of one more sword. He must have been used to killing people and was familiar with it.
There was another severed arm on the ground, and it was holding something in its fist.
Perhaps the murderer wanted to rob the deceased of something, so he cut off the arm. He didn't want the deceased to be too nervous, so he held the broken arm tighter.
If the killer had the patience to wait a few more days, he could get it after the arm rotted away.
Yun Kong rolled his arm with the toe of his shoe, then loosened his fingers, and a copper coin rolled out of his palm.
Yun Kong picked up the copper coin, looked at it, and saw the four words "Recruiting Xinbao" cast clockwise around the square hole.
Turning over the copper coin, there are two characters on the back, the word "Shi" on the top, and the word "Shang" on the reverse side of the coin below.
"What kind of copper coin is this?" Yun Kong thought.
Copper coins usually have "year name" plus "Tongbao" on them. The "recruitment" on them is not the year name. I wonder what it is?
He thought that these dead people had no luggage with them. They must be people who fled south. They traveled thousands of miles from their hometown in search of a safe place to live. They were about to arrive in the south, but they were killed with a knife in this nunnery. It was like saying that they worked hard to get here, but they were killed. He made a special trip to sacrifice his life and luggage with both hands.
In this troubled world where tens of thousands of people have died, the dozen or so corpses in Dishui An may not matter at all, and no one will pursue them.
"What should we do now?" Yun Kong felt annoyed, "Should we all stay here? Or bury them all?"
He doubted his ability to bury so many bodies.
He touched the clothes.
The wet clothes stuck to his skin, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable, so he decided to dry his clothes by the fire first.
He stepped out of the inner hall, but was immediately stunned.
Beside the fire he had built, a ragged man sat.
"A refugee or a beggar?"
Whether they are refugees running for their lives or beggars, they may be so broken, as broken as scraps crumpled into a ball.
The man noticed someone and glanced back: "So it's an immortal? I'm offended. Let's use the fire to warm up."
"It's okay," Yun Kong said as he took off his coat, "I'm just about to dry myself."
The man bent his legs, put his head between his legs, and glanced at the sky from time to time.
Yun Kong set up the clothes with wood, placed the cloth bag next to the fire, and then unfolded the white cloth.
Bai Bu showed off his moves, and the man suddenly said "Hey".
Yun Kong stopped what he was doing and looked at him.
The man wiped his nose and said, "Don't you know the name of the Immortal family?"
"The clouds are empty."
"Sure enough, when the Sa family saw the words on your move, they already guessed it."
Yun Kong's white cloth sign is hung on a bamboo pole, with the characters "divination and fortune-telling, strange and difficult diseases" written on it.
"I don't know what to call it?"
"Sajia holds his head up to the sky during the day and lies on the ground at night. He is a beggar who stretches out his hands and does not need a name."
"Then... Sir, do you recognize Pindao?"
"Don't dare, don't dare," the beggar hurriedly waved his hand, "If you call me Mr., you'll kill me... Who among the beggars in the Jiangnan area doesn't know their first name?"
Yun Kong was greatly surprised: "How do you say this?"
"A few years ago, after you met our Mr. Tieqiao, he died tragically. For this reason, the head of the Jiangning Mansion ordered all the beggars in the world to find you. I will never forget the word "Yunkong".
The beggar wiped his nose again.
"That incident..." Yun Kong knew that he was talking about the divine calculator Zhang Tieqiao, which happened more than ten years ago.
"Don't mention it. The group leader has also been replaced. No one is looking for you anymore. Besides, the world is in chaos now. Who cares about this kind of thing?"
Yun Kong breathed a sigh of relief: "There is something that I would like to ask you."
"Oh? How can the beggar He De be consulted by the Immortal Family?"
"You take over the world's money with your hands. Have you ever seen this?"
Yun Kong took out the copper coin, "Have you seen this kind of copper coin?"
