Oh yeah, 2012 is here, everyone must be very happy.
I have prepared a New Year gift for everyone, which is a trial reading of this new book. Of course, it is actually an old book. It was a mistake a long time ago. I look forward to your evaluation.
According to the old rules, this book will be one of the four to be selected, just like Akagi. After all four new books are released for trial reading, I will open a voting option to let everyone choose which new book to read.
I still feel that my readers are the best... I believe in your vision.
It was late spring in March, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River was beautiful, with peanut trees and orioles flying around.
Outside Jinguang Temple in Yanyun Mountain, a monk in gray clothes with a height of nine feet and a rough face was doing laundry by the river at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly he heard faint singing coming from the other side of the river. He couldn't help but stare and curse, feeling very unhappy.
This song is ethereal, its direction changes, it looks to the south, sometimes to the north, and the tone is weird, implying all kinds of music, such as the flute, zither, flute, pipa, harp, and harp.
times. But there is nothing you can do about the other party.
Jinguang Temple is an orthodox Buddhist sect. There are countless eminent monks and virtuous people in the temple who are profound in Taoism. They have always been very good at subduing demons. However, this rough monk has only been in the temple for half a year and has not learned these skills.
"Grandma, I'm a bear. I'm robbing Dongshan. The mountain is full of gold and silver. I'm so happy with wine and meat. I have to meet that thief Bald. He actually says that I have a destiny with Buddha. I tried every means to struggle and was brought to Jinguang Temple.
Suffering. You have to imitate women to wash clothes and grab new ones when they are old. How can there be all these troubles..."
The monk's brows and eyes were full of fierceness, his hands were as big as bear paws, and the few monk robes under his hands had been ravaged to a state of disgrace, but they were not clean at all. Seeing that the monk ignored him, the singing voice made several tricks, and the singing voice was soft and gentle.
It was desolate, and there seemed to be endless suffering that lingered for a long time and finally went away.
After his ears were a little purer, the rough monk sighed angrily, rubbed his face a few times, and then thought he was done washing it. He was about to get up and leave. Suddenly, the red sun jumped up to the east, casting thousands of golden rays, the wind swept the remaining clouds, and the mist dispersed, far upstream.
A bamboo basket floated up and down with the waves.
The monk stretched out his palms, and the shaking waves on the river suddenly separated out of thin air, creating a suction force out of thin air. He moved the bamboo basket in front of him and saw a snow-white little fox sleeping inside, wrapped in swaddling clothes like a newborn baby, with a pacifier in his mouth.
, squinting her eyes and sleeping soundly. She has a furry face, a red mouth, soft pointed ears, and long and curved eyelashes. She is very cute.
"Grandma's bear turned out to be a demon baby. This little fox has nice fur..."
Just as he was saying this, the monk suddenly felt a splitting headache and threw himself to the ground. A voice came from far away from Jinguang Temple: "Xuan Zang! You have evil thoughts again. Bring the baby up the mountain quickly, don't hurt his life."
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"I know! I know, Thief Bald quickly sends a spell, I'm going to have my brains ripped out!"
After a long while, the monk slowly came to his senses and continued to curse. His real name was Chen Xuanzhuang. He was a gangster who roamed the seven provinces. His martial arts skills were unparalleled and he had never faced an opponent in his life.
One day, he robbed an old imperial official and was about to kill him when he was seen by a passing monk who stopped him and kidnapped Chen Xuanzhuang. Chen didn't know how good this monk's martial arts were, but he was possessed of Buddhist magical powers.
Fighting. Even though Chen Xuanzhuang was superb in martial arts and boasted that few people in the world could resist him, he was still carried back to the temple like a cat, forcibly tonsured and pretended to be a monk.
Knowing that this thief bald master was kind-hearted but violent in his methods, Monk Xuanzang did not dare to disobey him, so he had no choice but to take the little fox up the mountain and enter the Jinguang Temple. After a detour, he entered in a remote courtyard.
He didn't knock on the door to say hello, he just walked in.
A handsome monk in moon-white robes stretched out his hand, and the basket in Monk Xuanzang's hand fell out of thin air into his arms. He glanced at it and sighed: "Your parents are in love, and monsters and monsters are in different ways, and they are not allowed to do so.
World, fortunately, my Buddhist sect is vast, so it doesn’t matter if I accept you!”
Monk Xuanzang saw the thief and the bald master snatching the object from the air with one wave of his hand, without any trace of smoke or fire. He thought to himself: "This magical power of Buddhism is indeed amazing. I have practiced hard for more than thirty years before I can acquire the true energy."
Xiantian, at most, can only absorb the attributes of swords within three to five feet. But this bald thief can carry a basket weighing ten kilograms like an arm within twenty or thirty steps, which is ten times more powerful than me..."
While Monk Xuanzang was thinking wildly, the thief bald master he was talking about had already spoken: "This little fox was born from the union of a human and a demon. His parents cannot support him. I will take him under his wing and he will be your junior brother. I will give him the name Xuan Zang."
Ye! You should take more care of me from now on. I remember that when you came up the mountain, you brought a package with some gold, silver and jewels. You should take it and go down the mountain to find a strong nanny to give to the child!"
"What? Those are all my belongings. How can you let me take them out and be as happy as using my own money..."
"Chengchengcheng! Don't recite the golden hoop skull-drawing curse. I've accepted it! I'm going to find the nanny right now!"
Although Monk Xuanzang had a rough face, he also knew that this bald master was easy to talk to and was very difficult to mess with. He did not dare to argue more and was about to leave in a big step. Suddenly, the handsome monk said: "You are so wild and unruly."
After all, it is inevitable that you will run away after you come down from the mountain. I have agreed with you on a three-day deadline. After the deadline, you will recite the Golden Hoop Skull-Absorbing Curse."
"Thief bald, just kill me. How can I find a wet nurse in three days? You asked me to rob a few corrupt officials, but the wife of a wealthy businessman took care of them and robbed ten or eight of them up the mountain in one day.
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"Xuan Zang's disciples, please stop being so talkative. Go to the foot of the mountain and find a prosperous place. There are poor families and women who have just given birth to a baby. They are willing to exchange milk for some money to support the family. You can give more gold and silver to others."
, naturally easy to hire.”
Although Monk Xuanzang was full of reluctance, he knew that the master's words could not be resisted. He kept muttering in his mouth. He returned to the meditation room, took two swords and a package and was about to go down the mountain. Suddenly he thought: "Master asked me to return in three days.
If we can easily hire a nanny, wouldn’t we still be able to live happily at the foot of the mountain for a day and a half? I’m just about to find some big fish and meat to eat, but these days I feel like I’m talking like a bird.”
Thinking of this, Monk Xuanzang turned from anger to joy, packed up and went down the mountain happily.
He traveled across several provinces and worked as a one-legged thief. He accumulated a lot of gold and silver in his life. Although most of it was buried in the mountains and forests, and he only had 12% with him, it was enough for him to spend money like water and spend money as much as he wanted.
After descending from Yanyun Mountain, the great monk didn't even ask for directions. He looked for the wide official roads and used Qinggong to fly for three hours. As expected, a rather majestic city stood majestically in front of him. The city had overhanging eaves and corners.
At least seven or eight hundred years ago, three big characters were written in black ink on the city gate - Pengshan City.g!~!