Chapter 266 Two Red Lots (Thanks to the 'Nuan Yang' boss Baiyin League
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"Amitabha, when the poor monk looked at the faces of the two female Bodhisattvas, he was shocked to see them as heavenly beings, not ordinary people. They are extremely rich and noble, and it is indescribable!"
In the early morning in front of the Buddhist temple, Master Shandao came slowly, with an immortal air, stroking his beard and saying with a smile.
Except for the delicate mute woman who bent down slightly and politely returned the greeting.
Neither Xue Zhongzhu nor Old Monster Sun expressed anything.
Master Shandao calmly looked at the three strangely matched people, turned his head and smiled kindly at the pretty girl who seemed to be in a low mood, and said:
"I observe that you, the female Bodhisattva, have the appearance of a prosperous husband. Your flowery face is very endearing. Most likely, you have a bad fate in love. Right now, you have a frown on your face. Could it be that you are hurt by love? Is it difficult to have both?
"There is also this female Bodhisattva. Although her face is cold and cold, she suddenly has peach blossoms. She seems to be an enemy..."
Zhao Qingxiu turned her head sideways and was stunned for a while.
With his back to the old monk's candle in the snow, the air around him suddenly cooled down.
Master Shandao still doesn’t know it.
Old weirdo Sun was cheerful and said: "Bald Donkey said it well. If you can speak it, just say more."
Master Shandao glanced at Hebo Qiu Laodao and ignored this colleague who seemed to be stealing his job.
"It just so happens that this temple is very effective in seeking marriage." The old monk was talking to himself, then turned around and gestured to the Buddhist temple behind him:
"Many lost benefactors at the foot of the mountain come to this temple to inquire about their marriage... Those who wish to fulfill their wishes, are the two female Bodhisattvas willing to enter the temple and give it a try?"
Old Monster Sun had his hands wrapped around his sleeves and looked sideways at Master Shandao with a smile, his eyes expected and encouraging, but also mixed with a look at his future inmates.
But Xue Zhongzhu seemed to have something on his mind, so he ignored it and walked forward.
Zhao Qingxiu and others followed.
Master Shandao persevered and chased after him. He rummaged through the sleeves of his cassock and took out a box of bamboo tubes.
"Two female Bodhisattvas, please stay. If you are in a hurry, our temple also provides a simple service for seeking marriage. You only need to reverently shake the marriage lottery tube twice and one lottery will fly out. It is specially prepared for the Bodhisattva donors who are in a hurry..."
As if remembering the words of Master Shandao just now, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but look at the old monk more and hesitated slightly in her steps.
Master Shandao hurriedly handed over the bamboo tube.
Zhao Qingxiu couldn't refuse. As soon as her fingers touched the lottery tube, Xue Zhongzhu beside her suddenly waved her hand.
He also touched the lucky draw tube and knocked the marriage lucky draw tube away.
Master Shandao was stunned.
"Clatter, crash, crash!" The bamboo sticks inside the tube made a clanging sound.
But immediately, a rather strange scene happened.
I saw the bamboo tube rolling on the ground, and most of the bamboo sticks stopped in the tube safely, but two bamboo sticks wrapped in red paper flew out alone.
By coincidence, one of the sticks whirled and hit the hem of Zhao Qingxiu's skirt, and one flew down to the feet of the candle in the snow.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
All four people stopped moving.
Zhao Qingxiu looked down, picked up the red sign, and opened the red paper seriously with a small face.
Next to her, Old Monster Sun clicked his tongue in amazement. The good old Taoist priest took a closer look with his pointed head and read out on behalf of the mute:
"There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers?"
"Amitabha! This female Bodhisattva really has the appearance of a prosperous husband. She is the best sign."
Master Shandao quickly straightened up his appearance, put his hands together, looked like a master, had a solemn face, and said:
"Although the road of love is difficult, never give up on the hard work. As long as your heart is strong and you have a destination ahead of you, you will sleep with dreams from the locust root. After all the hardships, the rewards will come. Remember this."
Zhao Qingxiu paused, bit her lower lip, and stared at the words on the red paper, "Ahhh..."
After all the hardship comes happiness...
Old Monster Sun glanced at Xuezhongzhu, who looked very unhappy, and suppressed his laughter. He did not mind watching the excitement and said:
"Hey, what about the big female gentleman?"
The old Taoist priest, Zhao Qingxiu, and Master Shandao all turned to look.
At this moment, the woman with blond hair that reached her waist and a fox-white fur was standing quietly. A bamboo stick fell in front of her high boots, with no intention of picking it up.
Hehuo Qiu Laodao looked curious and bent down to pick up the bamboo sticks on the ground. But the next second, the bamboo sticks disappeared from his field of vision.
At the feet of the candle in the snow, a bamboo stick for marriage was turned into powder by the sword energy and disappeared from the world.
"You old bald ass with a good nose, are you looking for death?" She squinted with cold eyes.
"..." Stranger Sun.
"What are you looking at?" Xue Zhongzhu was not angry with his seventh junior sister who looked at her stupidly: "Let's go!"
Xuezhongzhu held Zhao Qingxiu's wrist and left with a cold face.
Old Monster Sun followed me obediently. Before leaving, he turned back with a righteous look on his face:
"Do you know who she is? All the marriage calculations fall on this master. Well, I don't know whether you, an old bald ass, have good eyesight or poor eyesight.
"With this bit of deception, it's enough to coax the mute girl. Do you think this master is just like the mute girl and will be willful?"
The old Taoist priest sneered.
The three oddly matched people left quickly.
Master Shandao was left stunned, standing there, looking at the ground, and rubbing his eyes.
After a while, I looked around and saw no one. The old monk had a sad face and muttered something like, "Female donors from other places are so rude" and "Well, the ones that opened so early in the morning didn't even open yet, so they gave away a lot of lottery tickets for nothing."
Master Shandao sighed for a while, raised his hand to touch his bald head, and walked back to the hall. He happened to meet the young novice monk with beautiful hair who was jumping around and holding a lotus tube.
The latter seemed to be about to run back into the hall, bumped into Master Shandao, and bowed obediently:
"Master."
Master Shandao nodded solemnly and asked solemnly: "Well, what are you doing?"
"There is a new female benefactor in the temple who is looking for my disciple to ask for a fortune..."
Xiufa said happily, but before he finished speaking, the new lottery tube in his arms disappeared. The little novice was stunned, looked down, then looked up, and saw that the master had taken away the new lottery tube.
Master Shandao straightened his cassocks, walked into the hall with a compassionate look on his face, and said without looking back:
"Well, let's go as a teacher and take a rest. By the way..."
Before leaving, Master Shandao handed over an old lottery tube that was stained with dust and had marks from falling, and warned:
"If the stick falls off, go to the back hall and cut some bamboo to patch it up."
Xufagan stared at Master Shi Shiran's leaving figure, speechless.
After a while, I took the old damaged sign tube and went to the back hall dejectedly.
The young novice monk was very diligent. He quickly cut a new bamboo stick, took a new piece of red paper from the Buddhist scriptures and used it as a bookmark, dipped it in ink and picked up the pen.
"Huh."
The little novice monk, who knew all the signatures by heart, scratched his head with the end of his brush and muttered:
"Which sign is missing?"
Xiufa rummaged through the existing bamboo sticks, but it seemed too troublesome, so she turned around and took out a book of marriage luck signs, poured out all the bamboo sticks, and compared them one by one with the illustrations to do the elimination method.
After a while, he nodded with a sudden look on his face: "Found it."
In the deserted hall, the young novice monk wrote on a piece of red paper and read softly:
"The sound of the wind ruffling the bamboo leaves only the sound of a golden pendant; the moon moves the shadows of the flowers, and it is suspected that a beautiful lady is coming.
"Well, it's a sign on the root, in front of the flowers and under the moon, the chickens and dogs hear each other, and the old moon sends each other, good things are coming soon... This is a 'beloved man like jade' approaching, and he has already met, but the person who drew the lot does not know it
ah."
Xiufa muttered: "It's not difficult for the young monk at all, but why does the master still not let the young monk become a disciple? Is there still a secret that he hasn't mastered yet?"
The young novice scratched his bright bald head, sighed, threw a stick into the bamboo tube, and filled it up again.
"With so many signatures, the cause and effect of this mortal world is really complicated, and it's a source of worry."
The hall was empty, no one responded.
…
In a silent underground palace.
During the day, the light was slightly brighter, but it was still claustrophobic and quiet.
I saw a haggard monk sitting far away from the lotus pedestal in the center, sitting in the darkness.
At present, the figures of Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu, Old Monster Sun and others have long disappeared.
Everything seems to have come to an end, the dust has settled, and no one will come back.
The haggard monk, who had been forgotten by everyone in the underground palace, held a pack of mung bean cakes wrapped in oil paper in his palm, chewing and tasting them with relish.
This is the mute girl who is full of spiritual energy and has a destiny with Buddha. She stamps her feet before leaving, bends down and hands it to Xiuzhen.
In order to thank her, Xiu Zhen felt full of regret after she and He Yi Qiu Lao Dao insisted on going to the eternal hell, and recited scriptures and prayed for a while.
Even when a young county magistrate who was desperate for his life climbed up twice, Xiuzhen never read such a long sutra and prayed to him.
Well, I don’t know who Xiuzhen learned this “face” from…
After finishing the cakes, Xiuzhen sat there blankly, facing a huge underground palace.
Alone and shadowy.
But if someone comes closer and takes a closer look at this moment, they will find that the withered monk is not in a daze.
He sat there with his hands clasped together, staring intently at the Jataka paintings on the wall of the underground palace in front of him.
There seemed to be something deeply attracting him.
But to be precise, except for the Buddha Jataka paintings of "Prince Sattva Sacrifices His Life to Feed Tigers" on the east wall and the "King Shibi Cutting Meat and Traded Pigeons" Buddha Jataka paintings on the south wall, the other two Jataka paintings are
The painting attracted the monk's Xiuzhen eyes.
On the east side is the mural "Prince Satao Sacrificing His Life to Feed a Tiger". After a young county magistrate first rescued the Duke Di incident, Xiu Zhen stopped observing it.
As for the mural "King Shibi cutting meat and trading pigeons" on the south side...
On July 15th, a certain young county magistrate was kidnapped and brought to the underground palace instead of A Qing by the Liu family's third young master and others.
When Xiu Zhenren lived at home, a pot came from the sky and brought disaster to the pond. He was punched down by the third young master of the Liu family. Then he slowly woke up in a scene of bloody corpses and stopped looking at the murals on the south side.
Today, in the eyes of the haggard monk, there are still two murals of the Buddha Jataka.
In the silence of the palace, Xiuzhen turned his back to the east wall, looking dully at the mural of Buddha Jataka on the west side "Kuaimuwangsheyan".
Xiuzhen, who not long ago witnessed the scene of an infatuated mute girl rescuing her lover, suddenly stood up.
He walked to the mural on the west side of the underground palace.
In the darkness, the withered monk smiled and nodded:
"The young monk saw the 'qi'. In the endless hell, it turns out that there is also the 'qi' of light. The donors all walked out of the painting, Amitabha Buddha."
The monk's face gradually became solemn and he suddenly turned back:
"Hey, there is a sub-painting, why is there no one in it?"
After sitting there for many years, looking silently for breath, he looked at the last mural in the north with confusion, "The Moonlight King Giving His Head".
After a while, the haggard monk fell to the ground and fell into madness again.
…
Ouyang Rong suddenly discovered that it was not just an "arc".
To be precise...it is a curved surface.
Not a point, not a line.
But noodles.
It is about half a foot long.
To describe its shape, it looks like a petal of a blue butterfly flower, also known as an iris in later generations.
The "petals" are thinner than paper, as transparent as water, and have clear blue light flowing slowly like a clear sky.
At this moment, it was twisted by Ouyang Rong's two fingers, slowly pulled out from nothingness, and held between his fingers.
Ouyang Rong stared at this unique "petal" in the world without blinking.
It is called "craftsman's work" and was made by an old swordsmith. It is the most proud work of his life.
Ouyang Rong took a closer look at it for the first time and became the first person in the world to observe its true appearance.
After looking at it for a while, he felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
The familiarity comes from the curvature on this "petal".
This arc of it is also the most representative, and it is also the shape that has previously caused subjective impressions and misunderstandings in the eyes of everyone.
But Ouyang Rong had already felt familiar. Now he was watching the sword at close range and said, "Sure enough, it is so."
This perfect arc is exactly the same technique he used to fold blue butterfly paper flowers from cardboard:
The arc is made up of Pythagorean triangles.
Ouyang Rong suddenly threw an "arc" casually.
The "craftsman's work" flies in a circle and hangs quietly in the air.
Ouyang Rong circled it with his hands behind his back and looked at it with his eyes.
His eyes flashed with surprise. The body was a piece of "craftsmanship" with a curved surface like petals. After being separated from the palm, it seemed to have escaped into the void and switched states.
No matter which angle you look at it, it is a clear blue "arc" line.
"Does it return to reality after being touched by someone holding the sword... When the sword is deployed, it is suspended in the air, which is another state?"
Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.
"Learned my iris origami method..." Ouyang Rong said to himself: "The Pythagorean triangle itself is the most stable structure. The 'arc' formed by the Pythagorean triangle is extremely stable and is the sharpest in the world..."
He shook his head:
"This knowledge of mathematical geometry should not have been available in this world before. He deserves to be a top swordsmith, with such a top-notch aesthetic, and he can see the essence at a glance, and use it with miraculous skills...
"A swordsmith who is not a master of aesthetics is not a good mathematician, right?"
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but complain.
The blue "arc" line floating quietly in front of him was indeed so beautiful that he couldn't help but have the urge to test its sharpness immediately.
Unknowingly, the primitive murderous intention in my heart was aroused.
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and suppressed his desire.
"Big Brother!"
At this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard, and a woman violently knocked open the courtyard door.
Junior sister? Ouyang Rong came to his senses.
He immediately closed his eyes and gathered his spiritual energy.
But soon I discovered that the "craftsmanship" that had lost its supply of spiritual energy was not as empty as before.
It fell alone in the sky.
It seems that after being brought back to reality by him, he can no longer disappear at will.
In other words... it finally got rid of the sword furnace of Dragon City.
From now on, we can only rely on the small human world of the sword holder to act as a new sword furnace to provide nutrients.
The fallen "craftsman's work" split the wooden bench below into two pieces like clay.
"Ding——!" There was a clear and melodious sound, and it was lying on the ground quietly.
Most of the blue color on the sword has faded away, and it now looks like an iris petal with light blue colored glaze.
When myths become reality, they become ordinary.
Even if this cauldron sword is worn on a woman's black hair and used as a hairpin, no one will probably notice it.
Ouyang Rong was in a hurry. Now that the Mohist sword box was not there, he had an idea and put this hairpin...no, it was a tripod sword in a thick Buddhist scripture.
The young county magistrate held the book in one arm and turned around to greet his junior sister...
Nuanyang is such a big boss, this time the silver party (referring to wholesale rewards) finally called me! Kaisen!