Luo Huan clapped his hands and smiled and said, "Wonderful, such a deserving person is Nuerhong! I didn't expect it." After saying that, he stood up, waved to Wuxu and said, "Come on, uncle, I will take you to drink Nuerhong tonight."
Wuxu also stood up and said, "The young monk learned a lot from what we just said on the bow of the boat. I want to meditate for a while alone, and I hope my uncle can forgive me." What Wuxu said was not a lie. Just now he and Luo Huan exchanged verses on the bow of the boat.
, I am indeed touched. I also respect him as a real monk, and since I know Duoji, I have the right to call him uncle.
If it were anyone else who heard that Wuxu wanted to realize quietly, he would naturally not delay it reluctantly. The evil Luo Huan was an exception. At this moment, he walked up to Wuxu as if he was familiar with it, hooked Wuxu's shoulder, and whispered
, "Now, why are you still pretending? Let me tell you, it's better to come early than to come by chance. Tonight, there happened to be two young nuns staying at Yangliu Temple." After saying that, he smiled at Wuxu.
gave him a wink.
Although Luo Huan spoke in a "low voice", it was extremely abrupt on the river in the quiet of the night. Everyone who had been holding their breaths heard Luo Huan, who was hugging Wuxu, speak these words so brazenly, and they all started talking.
There was a slight look of disdain on their faces, and there were even a few people who looked like scholars, with expressions of indignation on their faces and silent expressions of righteous indignation.
In the private room, the little girl who had just dismissed Wuxu had an angry look on her face and was about to speak out. The middle-aged man who could see clearly next to her hurriedly reached out to stop her and shook his head solemnly.
Wuxu stood there, feeling the strange looks around him, and his face turned red. He turned away from Luo Huan, who was covered in incense, clasped his hands and said, "Master, please don't tell such a lie. Let's say goodbye."
, then he jumped into the night sky and rode on the wind.
This time, Lama Na Luo Huan did not stop him. Wuxu flew for three or four miles, and when he saw that Luo Huan was not chasing him, he slowly landed on the shore and walked towards a crowded night market in front of him.
After walking around for a while, I realized that I was thirsty after drinking, so I found a teahouse, found a seat at random, and ordered a pot of Dahongpao. I sat there as if I had just drank, sipping one cup at a time. There was someone nearby, and I saw a slutty man, dressed in a nondescript manner.
Wearing monk's robes and shoes, he used the teahouse as a wine shop. He couldn't help but secretly shake his head, showing a bit of disdain. Wuxu couldn't stand these people who were arty and belittled others. After drinking a pot of tea, he stood up and left.
As soon as I walked out of the teahouse and passed an alley, suddenly a beggar with unkempt hair and a dirty face was lying in the alley, curled up, struggling to stretch out an arm covered with burns, dirty and black, and shouted,
"Well done to this guest, please take pity on me, a poor man like me!"
Wuxu stopped, shook his head secretly, took a few steps back, walked to the beggar, squatted down, took out a few taels of broken silver from his arms, and gently placed it in the broken bowl in front of him. The beggar immediately seemed to
As if he had practiced it a thousand times, he choked and mumbled, "Good people will be rewarded. Great kindness and virtue. Bodhisattva reincarnation." Wuxu sighed and did not ask how he got here.
In Bantian, what sad past happened? He just clasped his hands slightly. Suddenly, the sound of begging sounded again behind him. Wuxu was about to get up and turn around, but all he saw was that his eyes went dark, and a smelly and dirty cloth bag was put on his body.
It turns out that he met a gang of beggars who were robbing him? Wuxu laughed angrily and secretly thought it was funny, so he pretended to be panicked, moving around with his hands and feet, hesitating. Then a dagger was pressed against his back, and a fierce voice sounded
, rang in his ears, "Be honest, or else the white knife will go in and the red knife will come out!" After saying that, Wuxu's hands were twisted hard by one person each, and he was pushed deeper into the alley.
After walking less than ten meters, a pair of rough hands groped impatiently on his chest for a while, and then a disappointed voice sounded, "Grandma, I thought I met a fat sheep, but it turns out
It's a drunk shrimp. I bet this bald donkey was drunk and just put all the broken silver on his body into my bowl!" It was the man who was lying on the ground just now, extremely pitiful, with his whole body filthy and his hands full of wounds.
Beggar.
The beggar, still not relieved after the scolding, kicked Wuxu in the air, and then cursed in slang and remote dialects.
Wuxu suffered in silence, and couldn't help but think of the news he saw on the Internet about the elderly people who were aided by Yifu being deliberately blackmailed, and the reports in later generations about the Guangdong beggar gang making people disabled and making money from them. He couldn't help but think to himself: What if I were just an ordinary person?
, encountered such a situation? Or if he was blackmailed in the future, or even kidnapped like this, can he still stick to the good deeds and be rewarded, and save all sentient beings? Or if he was deliberately maimed and had no way out, would he be like this?
Is it like a beggar who begs and then becomes violent, giving up on himself, even losing his good intentions and hurting others?
While thinking about it, his head was covered, his hands were wrung, and he was being held by the three named Hanako, turning left and right, forward and back, and turned around.
Finally, Wuxu vaguely felt that he had arrived at a large courtyard, passed several thresholds, and entered a hall. When the bag was taken away, Wuxu squinted his eyes and saw seven or eight beggars holding torches in the hall.
,, are arranged on both sides, with a middle-aged man in his forties wearing clean gray sitting at the head, with two iron beads in his thick palms.
The beggar who had begged Wuxu earlier bowed towards the middle-aged man, clasped his fists, and said loudly, "Elder Liu, my disciple caught a Semu Lama in Qingxiang Tower tonight." The one called Elder Liu,
Nodding and smiling, he said, "Thank you for your hard work." The two businessmen on his left, who were dressed as if they were businessmen, also stood up, clasped their fists and said, "Thank you, brother Cao, I can't thank you enough!"
The beggar clasped his fists again, bowed to Elder Liu, and turned sideways to the two strong men dressed as businessmen and said, "Cao, although he has no talents, his great righteousness is to restore the Han Dynasty and do justice for heaven."
If you know a thing or two, you can serve the rebel army. Cao is so stupid that he will not hesitate to do so!" After saying this, he looked solemn, and everyone in the hall cheered in unison.
Wuxu was shocked when he heard this. The rebels were wondering and depressed. One of the two strong men dressed as businessmen came over, looked him up and down, and asked, "Where in the city are you from?"
Lama? You’re still out drinking and eating tea late at night. Are you serving in the army?”
When the beggar named Cao saw the blond and blue-eyed Wuxu standing there without saying a word, he couldn't help but said angrily, "Damn it, when you get here, you still pretend to be superior in front of Han people like me!"
Coming towards Wuxu.
Wuxu listened to the wind in his leg and knew that if he were an ordinary person, he would be broken and disabled if his leg fell. At that moment, he silently used his spiritual power and heard a bang, and everyone saw the beggar surnamed Cao flying upside down.
I went out to the hall, and there was a lot of chaos outside. Oops.
The beggar gang in the hall, as well as the two rebel sergeants dressed as businessmen, all of a sudden, each holding weapons, surrounded Wuxu.
Wuxu sighed, but did not want to knock these people to the ground like Cao Jiaohua just now. He just put his hands together, offered a white lotus, and then lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Is this how you usually do justice to heaven?"
Suddenly, a strong man came forward. He was so surprised that he raised his hands and asked, "But Master Wuxu?"
Wuxu was stunned for a moment and took a closer look. This rebel man had an unfamiliar face and he had no memory of him. He asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"
The strong man, seeing that Wuxu did not deny it, immediately put his hand on his face, revealing a dark young smile with a few pimples, and replied, "Jiang Ruchun pays homage to Master Wuxu." After that, he said.
, fell to his knees and kowtowed three times.
Wuxu, when he saw the slightly green face in the dust, was thinking carefully about the words "River meets the sea", when he saw him paying homage to him, he hurriedly held his hands up and said, "Please get up quickly. I don't know who this person is.
How can a little hero recognize a little monk?" Wu Xu is currently in Moen's body, so he calls himself a little monk because he is not very old. However, he does appear to be in his early forties, so he is used to hiding it and unconsciously calls him a little hero.
After Jiang Ruhai explained, Wu Xu suddenly realized. It turned out that Jiang Ruchun was the villager from Jiangjiacun that he and Junior Brother Rujing passed when they were expelled from Miaofa Peak. Since he was kidnapped by Mo En, he
Junior Brother Rujing, who is now Zhu Yuanzhang, reprimanded Jiangjiacun for being afraid of the Yuan army and temporarily flattering the Yuan army. Then he took away several hot-blooded men with the words of using his sword in all directions to do justice for heaven. Among them
, there were two brothers, Jiang Ruhai and Jiang Ruchun.
During the battle to defend Yingzhou, Jiang Ruchun not only fought bravely, but was also good at espionage. He fought his way out of the siege that day and fled to Yingzhou City. He was the first to use police arrows to spread the intelligence of Jialu Yuan's late-night siege.
Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang relied heavily on him and served as a school inspector. This time, he was just sent to Kaifeng to spy on the Yuan army's enemies.
Helplessly, during the war, the Yuan Dynasty intensified its suppression. The White Lotus believers in Kaifeng City either defected to the rebels early or were hunted down and killed. Jiang Ruchun had no choice but to use the power of the beggar gang in the city to arrest a few people every other day.
After some interrogation, the man who had thought that Wuxu was coming back was captured by some strange mistake. Fortunately, Jiang Ruchun had heard Zhu Yuanzhang say that Wuxu might walk in the world as a lama. When Wuxu sacrificed the white lotus, his gestures and temperament were just like Jiang's.
On that day in the village, it was only when Jiang entered the spring that they boldly recognized each other.
...
After listening to Jiang Ruchun's detailed explanation, Wuxu recalled the first dangerous fight in Jiangjia Village that day, and the parting of life and death when he was kidnapped by Mo En, and he couldn't help but sigh.
When everyone saw that Jiang Ruchun and Wuxu knew each other, and that Wuxu seemed to have a good background, as he was the senior brother of Zhu Yuanzhang, who was currently in the separatist regime, everyone apologized. Wuxu had no intention of making things difficult, so the matter was revealed.
When Wuxu and Jiang Ruchun came to a secret room, Wuxu asked, "Is this how you do justice for heaven and help the Han Dynasty?"
As the saying goes
There are incense flying on the bow of the boat, and there are pity cao begging flowers on the side of the street.
Kuangfu Hanshi swept the hall's legs and fished for drunken shrimps for Tianxingdao.