Seeing that Ji Yeping hadn't reacted yet, Feng Quanxiao said again: "He and Mr. Li have the same temper, they both 'don't eat pork',"

When Lu Taiheng heard the words "don't eat pork", a smile appeared on his face and he said: "Hey, this reminds me of what Mr. Yan said: 'Old Li said he won't eat it, but in fact he loves it most. Huzi doesn't say he eats it, but he eats it the most. If you really don’t eat it, if you don’t eat it, you are a real tiger, and the tiger will be powerful; if you eat it, if you are really not a tiger, you will dare to touch the thunder,” Yu Tiecheng said: “This has happened for many years, thank you brother for still remembering it. "

Lu Taiheng said: "Why don't you remember that during the Chinese New Year banquet, Mr. Tiger didn't eat pork? Everyone laughed and joked that if your surname is Tiger and you don't eat pork, why not call him Mr. Cat instead? Mr. Tiger said that his surname is Mao. ’, everyone had a great time laughing at us guys saying white words indiscriminately,”

Hearing what he said, many people present at the time also remembered that Hu is the surname of the Hui people, and the word "tiger" in Hu Yaoting was originally pronounced as "cat", but there were many Han people there. Mr. Hu, Mr. Hu's nickname was useless, but no one called him Zhengyin anymore. He was a Hui and was gradually forgotten. Ji Yeping realized what Jiang Wan meant and thought of Wei Yinbao's suspicion of Han people. Other ethnic groups are very tolerant. Especially when his father Wei Chaowei was defeated in Yongfu County, he had to fight to the death with the help of local people to save him. With this kind of relationship, as long as he and Hu Yaoting could meet and talk things over, things would be fine. There will definitely be a turning point.

Lu Taiheng saw that his expression was slightly relaxed and calm, and asked: "Pavilion Master, do you have any concerns about Lord Tiger's trip?" Ji Yeping shook his head: "No," Yu Tiecheng said: "The military advisor is smart and witty, even though he is left alone. On the island, it’s actually better to be secluded, and it doesn’t have to be too…”

The words suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence. Ji Yeping felt slightly awkward. When he looked at them, Yu Tiecheng, Feng Quanxiao, and Feng Hongye all had a worried and weird expression on their faces. He immediately reacted and laughed. Said: "Look at you, you are so petty-minded, you are worse than a needle-nosed person. Why, I am a dignified and wealthy man who is so worthless, but you just fall in love with the spitting girl in his palace, Brother Jiang, Lu "Old, they look down on me, why don't you two look down on your brothers like that?"

When Jiang Wan revealed the secret, he knew that the maid rescued by his men was of great significance to Chang Sihao, so he sent someone to send her back to Junshan for custody. During this period, she was interrogated and checked. The girl seemed taciturn and timid, except for She said her name was Ayao, but couldn't get anything out of her. Everyone saw that she was honest and couldn't bear to force her, so they comforted her with kind words, and her daily life has never been lacking.

Later, when Fang Zhennuo came out and found out about this, he made a hypothesis to avoid his worries and to get close to him, which would be helpful to attract Chang Sihao in the future. He used this as an excuse to allow Ji Yeping to visit him at his leisure. In fact, he hoped that Ah Yao lost her guard in front of such an unintentional person and was able to extract some useful information. Unexpectedly, Ji Yeping became familiar with Ayao as he went back and forth. Not only did he not ask anything new, but he also told her about the ups and downs of Juhao Pavilion. I have said a lot that there are not many women in the Central Plains of the Pavilion. In the past, when Shui Yanxiang was here, even if she spoke or acted a little too much, everyone would tolerate it. However, Ji Yeping and she disliked each other and had many conflicts. This gave everyone the feeling that "Ji Yeping is not a womanizer." However, after having this Ayao, he became more and more diligent, which made everyone think about it and worry that he would become the grandson Xiaochi. Fang Zhennuo also felt that he had made some mistakes, so when he shifted the strategic focus to the Lushan Poyang Lake area, he left Ayao in Junshan on the pretext that it would be unsafe to start a war in the future.

This time everyone came back to attend the funeral for You Lao, and Ji Yeping frequently went to Ayao's yard to greet him. Everyone at the top and bottom became more and more confused: the eldest grandson Xiaochi "returned to seclusion" with his beauty. It's okay to say that Ji Yepingruo was a woman. On impulse, he was pulled over to defect to the government, that would be a serious matter. Mr. Yan was so sad about Mr. You that he couldn't care about these trivial matters, and no one dared to say it in front of him. One more thing, Ayao always did his duty. It was clear that the two sides had not fully developed their eyebrows, and it was hard for everyone to say anything else. When Ji Yeping set off from the island before, Fang Zhennuo used this matter to provoke him. In order to provoke him, Yu Tiecheng was half-sent. Thinking of this section, he stopped talking. Unexpectedly, Ji Yeping opened his mouth so loudly that his words shattered the gong, which made everyone scratch their faces.

Ji Yeping didn't wait for anyone to answer, and came back at the right time: "I just thought that we came out in a hurry, and the general account book is still in the Notre Dame Hall. If the government takes away this thing, it will be very detrimental to us," Yu Tiecheng He seemed to be thinking about something and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that this is what happened. Don't worry, the military advisor has already made arrangements."

The Dongting wind is blowing, the mist is rising, the bamboo shade in the courtyard of Xitaolu hugs the ground, the bonfire is red and low, and the small courtyard is soaked in the color of the green forest, making it look a little cold.

Jing Lingyu patted her sleeves gently, and the fabric made a stiff sound, giving it a starched texture.

Fang Zhennuo asked, "You are leaving." Jing Lingyu did not answer. Fang Zhennuo asked, "Where are you going?" Jing Lingyu said, "Back to Xiongse Temple." Fang Zhennuo said, "How can we do this?" People really don’t understand,” Jing Lingyu said, “There are things in this world that you don’t understand, and that’s really weird.” Fang Zhennuo heard her voice coldly and asked, “Where do you start with this? "Jing Lingyu said: "You know it yourself, why bother making fun of it again?"

Fang Zhennuo laughed and said, "Thank you just now for saying that I have a certain amount of Confucianism and am flirting with nuns when I have nothing to do. Then who am I?"

Jing Lingyu rubbed his clothes without looking at him, and said: "You, what you say in your mouth are completely different from what you think in your heart. When you were drying clothes just now, you just followed my words from beginning to end. That’s all, why do you really think of me as a monk?”

Fang Zhennuo smiled and said: "Hey, you even know what I'm thinking. It seems that ascending to the position of the Mother Buddha can help people gain supernatural powers."

Jing Lingyu stretched out his left arm, and dropped his big sleeve, revealing the ancient wood pearl on his wrist, and said: "This is the token of the Hengshan Sect. Everyone in the martial arts world knows it. I revealed it when I asked Master Chilie." I've been here before. Others may be careless, but you can't miss it. You are too smart. You must think that as Jing Dajian's daughter, I can't become a monk, let alone be a concubine. So the real The reason can only be that he accepted the secret order from the alliance, endured the humiliation, turned a corner and sneaked into the White Sect, and had other plans."

Fang Zhennuo smiled and said: "The Hundred Swords Alliance is upright and has nothing to do with the Bai Sect. How can such an arrangement be possible?"

Jing Lingyu said: "Hey, when did you become a confidant of the Hundred Swords Alliance again? In your opinion, the Hundred Swords Alliance and Dongchang have been in the same camp for a long time. Dongchang designed it through five-party talks, and I facilitated this plan. The only strange thing in your mind is why I didn't board Dongchang's ship after I accomplished the task, but returned to Qianjunshan instead, that's all."

Fang Zhennuo said: "If I thought so, I shouldn't let you and your group go out of the harbor and hold you as a bargaining chip to bargain with Dongchang. Wouldn't it be better?"

Jing Lingyu said: "If you don't have the stolen goods in your hands, the effect of catching the thief will be compromised. Apart from this consideration, another reason why you let us go is probably because you didn't expect Dongchang to be so good at doing things."

Fang Zhennuo was lost in thought for a while and sighed: "So you really should go to Xiongse Temple."

Jing Lingyu heard the word "should" in his words and was filled with confusion: "Your mind is very fast. It seems that you really understand me this time."

Fang Zhennuo shook his head slightly: "Compared with you, my experience in the world is still too shallow."

Jing Lingyu looked at him coldly: "You are very good at boasting."

Fang Zhennuo said: "I am obviously sighing at myself, how could you regard it as boasting?"

Jing Lingyu said: "Walking in the world depends not on experience, but on brains. People who don't have enough brains have no chance to accumulate experience. You think you have no experience, but you have such insight. Are you not bragging that you have a lot of brains?" "

Fang Zhennuo straightened his posture and looked her up and down again. His eyes finally weakened and he slowly turned his head away. Outside the courtyard gate, the water on the lake was as dark as the sky, and the fog swallowed it thousands of miles away.

He said with straight eyes: "Actually, you don't really have nowhere to go... You said that I really understand you now, so I believe that at this moment, you must also understand what I mean."

Jing Lingyu's breathing became quieter.

In the high inky sky, a pile of dark clouds are slowly walking, like wet marks spreading on dark clothing.

Looking at the stack of clouds, she suddenly burst into laughter.

Fang Zhennuo stared at her: "You are not laughing at me, nor at yourself. What is so ridiculous?"

"You are here." With the sound of wind hanging on his clothes, a man flew out of the bamboo forest like a dove, landed on the wall, and then said: "Hey, it turns out not to be so," the voice was extremely dejected.

Jing and Fang looked at it at the same time, and saw a decadent and handsome old monk standing on the wall. His long white beard was parted in two parts and hung behind his neck. His clothes were wet and scratched in many places, exposing the inside. With a bloody mouth, he stood firm, and the grass and bamboo leaves hanging from his body fluttered and fell like rolling blades, spreading a piece of greenery down the wall.

Jing Lingyu asked: "Why, I haven't caught up with her yet,"

Biyun Monk looked left and right: "She was obviously coming in this direction...but now she is hiding somewhere, you can see it," and then called "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue" again, Jing Lingyu He said: "Perhaps she has left by boat, we don't know." Biyun Monk shook his head and threw the white beard on his shoulders to his chest: "It can't be impossible, she is most afraid of water by nature. "She will never dare to leave by boat without holding my hand." She raised her hands to her mouth like a trumpet and shouted, "Xiaoxue, just come out. No matter if it's one thousand or ten thousand, it's all my fault. Come out, why don't I accompany you? This broken island is wet and dark, where can you bump into it? If you bump into each other again, tell me how to live with it."

Amid his shouts, Fang Zhennuo sighed: "I understand why you laughed just now,"

Jing Lingyu said: "It's better not to understand this kind of thing."

Looking at the empty look in her eyes, Fang Zhennuo also let out a bitter smile: "Yes... even if they turn into two glass beads, transparent and clear to each other, this is still this, and that is still that. Even if they are all broken into pieces and mixed together, the fragments of this are still the fragments of this, and the fragments of that are still the fragments of that, but this has become eleven million of this, and that has also become the same. I’ve done this 110,000 times, so what’s the point?”

Monk Biyun entered Buddhism after listening to the Buddhist scriptures taught by the Snow Mountain nun in the past. He is also a man of great wisdom. Now he is standing on the wall and hears Fang Zhennuo talking about "there" and "here". Suddenly, his chaotic mind suddenly It was as if a door had been opened, and infinite light poured in, and he lost his voice and said: "I know, I know,"

Jing and Fang were overjoyed to see him. They didn't understand what he meant for a moment, so they both stopped talking. The courtyard was completely quiet for a moment. Suddenly, a choked sound came from nowhere. When they listened carefully, they found that : "I want to hold your hand, look at the spring stars and the autumn sky, and ask why the flowers are red, why they are defeated, why the wind is flowing, and why they are white."

Monk Biyun was refreshed and said: "The morning dew is clear and bright, and the condensed flowers are colorful. They are popular for thousands of miles. They are busy planting grass. The flowers themselves are red, but they are defeated because of their redness. Even if they are defeated, they are still red, and they live up to their birth."

After saying that, there was silence around Xi Tao Lu. Monk Biyun was a little flustered. He looked around and said loudly: "Xiaoxue, you are a flower and I am Hong. My heart is your heart and your heart is my heart. You and I have nothing to do with each other." I have nothing to do with right or wrong or responsibility. Now I understand your heart. Don’t you still understand mine?"

After a moment of silence, an angry voice came from behind the house and shouted: "Dead man, what are you shouting again? You won't make the children laugh."

The word "dead man" was shouted very loudly, but the tone behind it was soft. Monk Biyun was so happy that he stretched out his body and rushed towards the back of the small hut.

Fang Zhennuo was stunned for a moment and murmured: "It's rare to have a close friend in life. There are always more beautiful things in this world." He glanced at Jing Lingyu: "What do you think?" Jing Lingyu said lightly: " You know that 'it's rare to have a close friend in life', and you should have heard of 'Every banquet in the world must come to an end.'" He twisted his body and walked out, and followed the path with his pillow: "Everyone wants to be unconventional, but they can't avoid it. Since you are If you abandon yourself, why should you wake me up?"

Jing Lingyu's steps froze slightly: "With your intelligence, you don't have to ask. Since you have asked, that's not what you meant. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Fang Zhennuo looked at her back and said: "I know that my pride is the biggest drawback in my life. I have suppressed it many times in recent years and thought I had eliminated it. But today, when I was slapped by you, I realized that not only has this poison not disappeared, but it has already penetrated deeply into my bones. It is worth it." At this critical moment of life and death, if you fight against Dongchang with such a crazy attitude, you will definitely lose. The ancients said that one word is a teacher. Your words are to save my life in advance. Since you saved my life, I have to help you,”

Jing Lingyu suddenly looked sideways: "Who said I want help from others? It's really easy to change the situation, but hard to change the nature."

Fang Zhennuo was about to speak when there was a sound of wind behind him. Biyun Monk came back, inserted himself in front of him, and handed over a small bottle: "Lingyin, this is the antidote to Wuzhi Miqing Powder. Your master said he would give it to you." ,"

Jing Lingyu looked at the medicine bottle, and then at the uncontrollable joy on his face, but did not reach out to take it, and said: "Who is the teacher of so, and who is the disciple of so, I don't know if two rats have passed through it, but still "I will devote myself to the five poisons," he said, taking off the ancient wood beads on his wrist and patting them on Biyun Monk's hand, "I ask you to return this Hengshan Sect thing to Xueshan." Biyun Monk laughed. He said "yes" and said respectfully: "One day, if we are destined, my husband and I will go west to Qushui to visit the Mother of Buddha in Xiongse Temple and listen to the wonderful meaning."

Jing Lingyu heard the words "my husband and wife" in her ears, and looked at his cheerful smile. She saw that he and Xueshan were getting married. She no longer believed in anything other people said. She thought that he and his wife would be separated and reunited. We are together, but my cousin has passed away, and I am the only one left in the world. No matter how many years, thirty, fifty, how many years, how many years, I will never come back. When I think of this, It was as if there was a sharp gourd digging into the chest, scooping it up, and repeatedly scooping up the blood in this half of the cavity. All that was left in my mind was the sound of thunder.

At this moment, the dark string of ancient wood beads in front of her eyes entered the depths of her eyes, and a sudden thought came to her.

This ancient wood pearl is a relic of Master Hongyin, the founder of the Hengshan sect. She was the founder, and of course she chose her own name. The name was a bit strange, but I didn't think about it carefully at first.

In martial arts practice, the words "qi and blood" are often used to refer to the two colors red and white. Qi Yang and blood Yin are white Yang and red Yin. A woman's life is related to blood. Master Hongyin is a woman, so it is not surprising that she was given this title. However, as the founder of a majestic sect, there is no profound meaning in choosing a name for herself. Now that I think about it, Hongyin [traditional Chinese: Yin] is "Silk Worker Qian (yīn)" when taken apart, just like a woman looking sideways at Shanyin. The appearance of the window weaving and the silk craftsmanship are as if the silk threads are moving on their own, rather than being done by human hands. The ears are not listening, nor are they listening to the movement in the wilderness, but are facing it, moving towards it, pointing without paying attention, and there is a hearing, It seems sluggish and heavy.

The craftsman is extremely skilled in weaving baskets and holding shoes, his eyes and ears do not hear or see, his fingers are weaving without being directed by his heart, he does not take off and does not mess up, he is easy to make strange things, his skills are close to the Tao, this is the state of the craftsman.

Master Hongyin founded the "Tianfeng Sect" at that time. The word "Tianfeng" means that there are too many Mount Heng. Buddhism teaches that all things come into existence and decay, so why should mountains be eternal? Therefore, we know that mountains must not be eternal, and there are strange peaks in the world. It is precisely because the peaks in the world are so wonderful that they do not have to last forever. Let the mountains and rivers move, the seas and the land shift, the great swamps rise into high mountains, new peaks are forged to join the masses, and they remain unchanged forever. What’s the point? Therefore, I know that the masters can no longer exist, and the grand scenes cannot be replaced. Chasing, love affairs are allowed to flow freely, and people should be like "silk workers, but their ears are not clear". I let external things change, and I go on my own. Why bother worrying about love in this world, and it is difficult to calm down the bitter hatred.

Fang Zhennuo originally looked at her eyes, which were full of sadness and desolation. When he was about to say something and didn't know where to start, he saw her mind turn back, her eyes became calm and bright, and she laughed again for the first time. It was a little hard to wrap my head around for a while.

I saw her smiling slightly at Biyun Monk, as if she had shed all the burdens, and turned back into a pure-hearted girl: "Amitabha, please don't decide your affairs alone. If you want to come to play, you must discuss it in advance." "Don't look at the grandeur of my temple and the solemn Dharma. If you continue to make noises about wanting to convert, then my sin is not small." Then he turned around and said, "You just said you wanted to help me, so that's not true."

Fang Zhennuo said "Uh..." and was not sure how to respond. Jing Lingyu smiled and said, "If you give Chang Sihao this bottle of medicine, you are helping me," and ignored him. He didn't answer, and flew out of the courtyard.

"Wait a minute," Fang Zhennuo shouted and tried to chase him forward, but was grabbed by Biyun Monk. When he got the medicine and chased him out of the hospital, the white sand on the beach was dark, the bamboo shadows were swaying horizontally, and there was no trace of Jing Lingyu.

He stood there holding the medicine bottle in his hand, and his chest suddenly felt sour and greasy, a feeling he had never experienced before, as if the blood in his heart was gradually congealing, condensing his heart, and becoming a lump. The hawthorn cake with thick red sauce is solid and heavy. I think about Jing Lingyu's words. I think this life is eternal life, and this life is eternity. The sun and the moon are shuttled back and forth. The five desires are intertwined and weaving dreams. The passing years are like water. There is no good friend to be found. Even if you have a close friend who cares about you, thinks about the same place, and wants to be together, after all, you can't be with me, and I can't replace you. As for learning the words of the saint, reading the words of the sage, even if you understand it in your heart, you will feel in your heart at the moment. His feelings may not be what he meant in the past. Like this, his home and country are like the withering grass and trees in the mountains, and his career is like the ever-changing tide before his eyes. He has a great ambition to benefit the people of the world, but he does not know the blessings and misfortunes of the people in the world. It was originally a self-recruitment, and I made a great wish to save the common people, but I don’t know which side is heaven or which side is hell. The bright moon is too empty and the moon shines together. It is never easy to ask how high God’s will is. I am afraid that worrying about the world beforehand is just a mistake. It is because of people's self-righteousness that peace and harmony are achieved. Since it is all a gathering and separation, then why is there a need for family and country, why is there a need for fame and fortune, why is there a need for love, why is there a need for a close friend, according to these words, it is not only Zhu Qing, but also Jiang Wan, Shen Lu is a fool, Mr. You, Mr. Yan are a fool, and even the eldest grandson Xiaochi, who is open-minded and willing to give up, is also a fool. He might as well just follow this nun, but where can he go? There is a thought in his heart, It means that there will never be peace and no end, for whom we live, for whom we die, for whom we come, and for whom we go. I only see some people with bright moons in their arms like ice and snow, some people with mountains and rivers in their eyes, tears staining their clothes, and some people patting the railing and slowly touching Wu. When I was watching the hook, someone sang a great song and sent fish and dragons to play. They said that after the spring dream has gone, there will be no trace. It is as if there is no dream and no self. The sky is silent. They say that the grass is ruthless. Outside the setting sun, who knows that the grass has love and becomes more luxuriant. Everyone is aware of it. There are thousands of people in my chest, but in the end, who can really do a good job for myself? I think the world should really cry with me, crying that the flowers are red and the bamboos are in vain, the mountains are in vain and the water is in vain, and the clever ones are in vain. The wise are also wise in vain.

Looking back on how high-minded I am, I still can't escape these two sayings from the ancients. It can be seen that people in the world have already experienced and said everything. These old routes are repeated by future generations. It is really boring. The water in Dongting melts with the night. As he came, his heart became more and more rotten, and his body was sinking under the tide.

He stood like this for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly there was a "quacking" sound in the waves, which was shocking to the bone. It was the cry of teal ducks searching for the shore. He heard it in his ears, and suddenly a thought came out of his heart. Like soup splashing snow, I feel that everything in my heart has become clear.
Chapter completed!