The city was brightly lit and there were many lively music and music playing.
The river passes through the city, and it is covered with exquisite lanterns. Those lanterns not only carry the lovesickness and love of many boys and girls.
In the river, there is a Louzhou night market.
On the bow of one of the tower boats, a young man wearing a blue monk's robe was sitting cross-legged.
His appearance is absolutely beautiful, not inferior to the most beautiful women in the world.
With a calm and peaceful face, he sat quietly on the bow of the boat with his hands clasped together. He remained unmoved despite the noise around him.
Until I don't know when and where, a middle-aged man appeared next to the young monk.
The middle-aged man's clothes were simple, but not ordinary. His expression was calm and clear, and his eyes were bright and lively. He held the scroll in his hand, looked at the lively scene around him, and said to the young monk: "Refining the heart in the world of mortals? You really won't be affected by this?"
Swallowed by the world of mortals?"
The young monk slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the scroll in the latter's hand.
It's not some poetry or song.
It’s a volume of policies for the common people!
The young monk raised his head again and looked at the middle-aged man carefully, his brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, "I didn't expect to meet you here! But I didn't come here to see you this time!"
"Um?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned slightly, "You know me? That's right. It's not surprising that you know me!"
It seems that middle-aged Confucian scholars are very confident in their popularity.
The young monk looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar up and down again, "Looking at your demeanor, you shouldn't appear in this small city. You should be the blue dragon above the nine heavens. But I don't know you, no matter who you are! But I
I know you again, but the you I know is not the you you are now!"
"Do all monks speak so mysteriously?"
Out of interest, the middle-aged Confucian scholar also sat on the bow of the boat, sitting side by side with the monk in green.
"Let's just call it Xuanhu!"
The young monk said calmly: "Can I ask you to do something for me?"
"Um?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar was stunned again, "You little monk is a little strange. Even if you don't call me a poor monk, you are still so rude. You don't even know each other, so you ask me to do things for you! You really don't know who I am? They
They all say that those who can talk to me are the creation of these people!"
"Is this so..."
The young monk said perfunctorily: "Then you won't be able to do well in your next life!"
"I will become emperor in this life! There is no next life!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled.
The young monk also laughed and continued: "My name is Xie Qinghou! I am leaving here. I came here to find a girl! I hope you can help me find her too!"
"What's the girl's name and what does she look like?"
asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The young monk shook his head, "Only when I see her do I know it's her. Just like when I see you, I know it's you!"
"You little monk, you are really interesting!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said, "I have always been the one giving orders to others, but I didn't expect to be given the orders by you today. I have always been the one telling others things they don't understand, but today you are here to talk to me, you are really acting like a tiger."
Won't you crush a tiny ant?"
The young monk did not answer the middle-aged Confucian scholar's words, "I can only stay here for two sticks of incense. I'm leaving first! I hope I can see you again when I show up next time, and I hope you can
Bring me good news!"
After that, the young monk disappeared from the bow of the boat in an instant.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his eyebrows, turned around and returned to the cabin, murmuring: "Xie Qinghou, who is it?"
…
Under the warm sunshine, in a ruined temple, the young monk slowly opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief!
"How about it, was it fun in the previous life?"
Another voice rang out from the ruined temple. It was also a monk, dressed in white. He didn't look like a good person, and he seemed to be both righteous and evil.
"I met Lin Huang. From his tone, it sounded like he was quite powerful! He even threatened to become an emperor in this world! If he knew that he would be suppressed under the Great Thunder Sound Temple in this life, I don't know what his expression would be like!"
The young monk smiled.
…
The night remains!
In the cabin, when the middle-aged man was about to lie down and fall asleep, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Amitabha!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up instantly and turned his head to look over.
Immediately he frowned, "Who are you?"
At this moment, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the monk who suddenly arrived with doubts in his heart. He thought it was the monk in green who left earlier. But what appeared in front of him at this moment was a young monk in white. He was not as good looking as the monk in green.
The monk is beautiful, but not bad.
"Little monk Lingxu!"
The young monk in white said, looking at the middle-aged Confucian scholar with bright eyes.
"That Xie Qinghou in green robe just now is your senior brother?"
asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"The young monk has no senior brother, Xie Qinghou... this name is somewhat familiar, but the young monk does not recognize him!"
The little monk in white said.
"Then why are you here? Do you want me to help you find someone?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar felt that tonight's events were very interesting. He slowly sat down and looked at the young monk in white in front of him with interest.
"Amitabha……"
The young monk in white suddenly became a little cautious and said awkwardly: "The young monk doesn't know why he came here, and he doesn't know why he came here. It's just that the moment he saw you, the donor, he wanted a breath of the donor's soul!"
"Um?"
This is the third time the middle-aged scholar has asked this question tonight.
"The young monk doesn't know why he wants the donor's breath, but he just wants it!"
The young monk in white said with some restraint, "Before this, the young monk has appeared in many places inexplicably!"
"All for the soul breath?"
asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The young monk in white nodded.
"What if I don't give it?"
The young monk in white shook his head, "There was a man who killed the young monk thousands of times before, but the young monk didn't know why, but he couldn't die every time. Later, the man couldn't bear it anymore, so he gave it to the young monk!"
"You really don't know Xie Qinghou?"
"do not know!"
…
…
It was a hundred-mile peach forest.
In the peach forest, there is a low thatched house.
Outside the hut, there was a dull young man, using peach wood as a sword, constantly slashing at the space in front of him.
Two years later.
The boy has grown a lot taller and is no longer as dark as before.
But the stupidity remains the same as always.
"Senior Li, when will Sister Xue recover... It's been almost half a year!"
When the young man stopped practicing his sword, he turned around and asked the drunk Li Taixuan.
"What's the rush!"
Li Taixuan turned over and threw the wine bottle at Li Chunfeng, "In spring, we buried the green snow under this hundred-mile peach forest. Only then did we survive the summer. It has not yet entered autumn. How can she?"