Zhu Jiannan took the gold post, glanced at it, and threw it on the coffee table. He was still planning to drink, so he stretched out his hand, but then retracted it.
Kui Mulang raised the wine bottle and took two more sips. He hesitated for a few moments and then opened his mouth and asked, "Your Highness, the lamp is about to run out?"
Hearing this, Zhu Jiannan's eyelids moved slightly, and Thunder Niu on the side also looked over involuntarily, faintly exuding murderous aura.
Kui Mulang smiled at Lei Niu, and then said: "Brother, there is no need to be so targeted. Your Highness, I advise you to be prepared in advance..."
Zhu Jiannan didn't understand what Kuimulang said, but then the Taoist with the wolf-toothed mask gave him the answer. Kuimulang slowly took off the wolf-toothed mask on his face, revealing that terrifying face.
Seeing this face, not to mention Zhu Jiannan, even Lei Niu took a deep breath and frowned slightly.
Kuimu Lang's face has become like a monster. The skin around the eyes has been peeled off and is bloody. His nose seems to have been cut off with a knife, leaving only two small holes. The mouth has also lost half of its upper and lower lips.
Disfigured to this extent, if a person does not die, his fate will be great.
Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Kui Mulang laughed loudly, and then slowly put on the wolf fang mask. This face was indeed scary, and even he did not dare to take off the mask to look in the bronze mirror.
Zhu Jiannan calmed down, his eyes were more guarded, his tone was a little cold, and he asked: "What do you mean, sir?"
He didn't ask why Kui Mulan looked like this, but what he meant.
The meaning is so clear, but Kui Mulang also finds it interesting that His Highness is still acting ignorant.
This wolf-toothed mask covered his expression, whether he was sad or happy, smiling or angry.
"Your Highness, you and I may be the last aliens in this world."
Zhu Jiannan only answered this puzzling sentence. Zhu Jiannan opened his eyes wide, with anger and murderous intent in his tone, and asked: "What did you do, sir?"
Kuimulang chuckled and did not hide anything, saying: "I have killed too many evil people in my life. I will kill a few more before the oil is exhausted, just to accumulate some evil virtue. The Yellow Sect is the shame of my Taoist sect, and I can only replace it."
Heaven will kill you."
"So, sir, he went to Montenegro to kill?"
The chat box has been opened, but when he heard the word "Black Mountain", Kui Mulang frowned and was confused.
"Where is Montenegro?"
Hearing Kuimulang's question, Zhu Jiannan relaxed his brows slightly. If only Huangmen was massacred and Heishan was unharmed, the situation would not be irreversible.
"Sir, he said that you and I may be the last aliens in this world, and that he killed all the Yellow Clan by himself? If so, how did he become like this?"
Kuimulang's expression was bitter, but fortunately, the two men couldn't see it due to the wolf's fang mask.
"Taoists seek to do nothing, but poor Taoists have unfinished business, and what they do is against nature."
Zhu Jiannan laughed loudly, his eyes sharp and a little contemptuous, and he heard him say: "So, sir, there is no need to rely on your own loftiness. You and I are just the same kind."
Kui Mulang did not refute, because what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said was indeed true.
"What do you want, Your Highness?"
Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but put his hands on his lower back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the darkening sky. His eyes were slightly hollow, and his face was expressionless, as if he was deep in thought. He spoke, his tone full of sadness.
"I have no great righteousness in my heart, and I do not seek peace and prosperity in the world. I only wish that the Zhu family's three-acre land will continue to burn brightly for eternity."
They do not seek peace and prosperity in the world, but they seek to inherit their own fiefdom for generations to come.
Interesting, interesting.
"But from Pindao's point of view, His Highness' methods are no different from those of a butcher."
"Butcher? Hahaha, killing one person is a crime, killing ten people is a bandit, but killing ten thousand people is a hero! I have no intention of fighting for supremacy, and I will not kill so many people. Sir, you know that even though some people have never
Yes, but their existence is a sin. How can a man act weak because of emotion?"
Kuimulang shook his head and said: "Pindao came here this time not to discuss matters with His Highness. What Your Highness did will not bring harm to the people around Pindao. We are also people who are about to run out of oil and their lamps are about to dry up. It's just that
I'm sorry for what Your Highness did."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Jiannan changed his expression, angry and majestic, and the hidden kingly domineering energy emanated from the sick man. Be it Kui Mulang or Thunder Niu, for a moment, he felt it was difficult to breathe.
"It's not like a dragon travels around the world to become a dragon. Isn't it okay to protect this little abyss of your own?"
Although the words are true, after all, the two have different identities and different positions, so it is difficult to say whether they are right or wrong.
"If there is a big grievance, there will always be residual grievances. How can we do good? Therefore, the sage holds the left contract and does not blame others. If there is virtue, the contract will be made, but if there is no virtue, it will be thorough. The way of heaven has no relatives, and it is always with good people."
At this point, Kuimulang did not intend to stay any longer and left on his own.
Watching the Taoist leave, Zhu Jiannan felt a little lonely. He sighed.
The color in his cheerful face also began to fade, as if he had lost his vitality.
Zhu Jiannan felt a little tired, so he lay down on the wicker chair again, and then looked at the sky, in a daze. After a long time, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Lincheng, felt something and said: "We are both fallen people from the end of the world, why should we ask the right question?"
Right? Xiaolei, how many more are there?"
Lei Niu was silent for a few moments before slowly speaking: "Three."
Upon hearing this number, Zhu Jiannan's eyes showed bitterness and helplessness, and he was still vaguely unwilling to give up. But in the end, his eyes became clear and gentle.
He turned his head, looked at the Xindu man, and asked: "Xiao Lei, are you willing to protect Yi Nuo for the rest of your life?"
Sure enough, no matter how many times I asked, the answer was always the same. This Xindu man still shook his head and refused, so simply.
"Well, these years have indeed been hard on you. From now on, you can do what you want. If you want to come back someday, then come back."
After that, both the master and the servant were silent, and they remained silent.
This time, it was Lei Niu who broke the peace. He asked, "Do you want to see His Highness?"
The His Highness mentioned by Lei Niu naturally did not refer to him, Zhu Jiannan. Zhu Jiannan was silent for a while, but finally nodded.
"While there is still time, why not do it now."
The night had come, and before it was deep, the closed city gate of Jinling City opened, and three extraordinary horses dragged an ordinary carriage away in the dust.
Driving all the way, the ugly hour was approaching and the carriage stopped at the foot of Hanshan Temple.
There are several families living at the foot of the mountain, all of whom are old men with white hair. These old people help Hanshan Temple purchase daily necessities and sell incense, candles and Buddhist gadgets to pilgrims at the foot of the mountain.
The neighing of horses woke up these elderly people who had not slept deeply. One family lit their lamps, and one family even opened the firewood door. An old man wearing linen clothes came out holding an oil lamp.
Seeing that the horse was very impressive, but the carriage was mediocre, and the man who drove it did not look like a native of Ye, the old man also wondered where the master could come to Hanshan Temple like this at night.
Not to mention the popular mountain gates, small mountain temples such as Hanshan Temple, which are not popular at all, are mostly populated by real people with Buddhist beliefs at the foot of the mountain.
This octogenarian man was also a layman. He approached the carriage with an oil lamp and bravely asked: "The guest is visiting late at night, but he wants to go up the mountain to pray to the Buddha?"
Lei Niu didn't say much. Zhu Jiannan got out of the carriage and jumped off without the need for a horse stool. He held a fan and saluted the old man, and then said: "I made a wish in front of the Bodhisattva many years ago, and it will come true. Now I have come to fulfill my wish.
I have disturbed the old man by visiting him late at night, so I hope you will forgive me."
After that, Zhu Jiannan took out a few pieces of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it to the old man. When the old man saw the rich man hand over the silver, he waved his hand and refused, grinning. The smile was simple and sincere, which made people see,
It's not because the old man is old and has a few missing teeth that he finds it unpleasant. On the contrary, he feels that his smile is kind and kind. If a pilgrim comes to Hanshan Temple with a lot of worries, he may feel a little better when he sees the old man's smile.
"Young Master has a Buddha in his heart. Since he has come to the Bodhisattva's place to fulfill his vows, there is no need to bother him. Young Master, let me wait for a while and I will come into the house."
The old man was old and his steps were steady. He returned to the hut and soon opened the door again and came out. When he got closer, with the help of an oil lamp, Zhu Jiannan saw that the old man was holding several good-looking incense candles and a bundle of fine incense in his hands.
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The old man handed the Buddhist ritual supplies to Zhu Jiannan, with the same cheerful smile on his face, and said: "The great master and young monks on the mountain are all asleep. They are afraid that mice will steal the incense candles at night, so they will put away the incense candles in the Buddhist temple. Guests
After all, it is inappropriate to go up the mountain without lighting candles or burning incense. There are still some old people here. Although the etiquette is a little thin, but if the intention is met, the Bodhisattvas will not blame you."
Zhu Jiannan was not polite and reached out to take them. Before he took these Buddhist ritual items, Lei Niu looked at them carefully several times to make sure there were no problems, so he did not move or make a sound.
Zhu Jiannan handed the broken silver to the old man again. After several attempts to shirk the money, the old man accepted it.
After accepting the scraps of silver, the old man also asked Zhu Jiannan's name and said that he wanted to use Zhu Jiannan's name to go to the town to buy some white rice for eating and offer it to the poor people or animals who had nowhere to live.
Zhu Jiannan made up his identity at random, and after chatting with the old man for a few words, he climbed up the narrow stone steps with Lei Niu.
Although Zhu Jiannan was no longer weak at this moment, the thousand stone steps still made him sweat. Looking at Lei Niu aside, this Xindu man was still as normal as a normal person, breathing evenly, which made people envious.
It was already late at night, and all Hanshan Temple's upper nunnery, middle and lower nunneries, monks, and overnight pilgrims were all fast asleep. Except for the main hall, which was still lit by candlelight, other places could only see some general outlines through the moonlight.
The master and servant arrived at the corner of the central nunnery, where there was a separate small courtyard and two Zen rooms. When they opened the courtyard door, a yellow dog heard the noise and opened its eyes. When the yellow dog saw that it was Zhu Jiannan
When he came in, he didn't make a sound. Instead, he bit his tail and stuck out his tongue as he came closer.
With a smile on his face, Zhu Jiannan knelt down and stroked the yellow dog's hair, then let the yellow dog go to rest or
who play.
I walked to the Zen room on the left, opened the firewood door lightly, and paused for a while, when I heard questions coming from inside the room.
"It's late at night. Which Bodhisattva has something wrong?"
Zhu Jiannan was not unfamiliar with this voice, but it had been many years since the last time he heard it. He cleared his throat and said in a respectful voice: "Uncle Xu, Jiannan came here late at night and disturbed Uncle Xu to rest."
When Zhu Jiannan announced his door, there was more noise in the house, but after a few seconds, a white-haired old man in monk's robes opened the door. The old man was too old to be an old man at the foot of the mountain, but his face was rosy and he seemed to be getting stronger with age.
Difference.
The old man, known as Uncle Xu, opened the door and saw Zhu Jiannan. He couldn't help but kneel down, and then saluted: "I don't know if His Highness came here late at night, but I am rude."
Zhu Jiannan helped him up, his voice still respectful, and asked: "Uncle Xu, how are you doing, my eldest brother?"
Uncle Xu looked at the other Zen room, nodded, and replied: "Everything is fine with the eldest son, everything is fine, he can eat and sleep, and he can run faster than Dahuang."
But then Uncle Xu realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and he wanted to kneel down again, but Zhu Jiannan stopped him and he couldn't kneel down. Uncle Xu was a little puzzled, His Royal Highness was so weak, why did he seem to have so much use today?
strength.
Then Uncle Xu thought, but with the blessing of the Buddha, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince recovered? Then when daybreak, he would have to burn more sticks of incense in front of the Buddha statue and kowtow a few more times.
Zhu Jiannan let go of Uncle Xu and walked towards another room. He stood in front of the door and took a few more breaths to adjust his mood, and then gently pushed the Chaimen door open.
The layout of this Zen room is simple, but the cleaning is quite clean. On the wooden bed, a man who is slightly thinner than Thunder Niu is lying on his back, sleeping soundly. Most of the monk's clothes are lifted up. He occasionally scratches with his hands and talks to himself.
Inaudible words in sleep. The quilt was kicked aside and balled up, and half of the backrest on the straw mat fell to the ground.
This sleeping appearance is really ugly.
Zhu Jiannan walked to the bed and tried to pull the back of the pillow back, but no matter how hard he tried, the man pressed hard and couldn't pull it away. Zhu Jiannan had no choice but to spread out the quilts in Tuancheng.
Well done to this guy.
I don't know if this man was really asleep, or if he was pretending to be asleep with everyone else. When Zhu Jiannan helped him cover him with the quilt, he showed a silly smile and kept making hehehehe noises.
Zhu Jiannan found it interesting, with a smile on his face, and gently stroked the man's hair with his hand. With the moonlight shining in, he looked carefully. The man's face was very clean, and his hair was neat and smooth, without any greasiness. It seemed that
, the people of Hanshan Temple, and Uncle Xu, took good care of him.
That's it, that's enough.
Zhu Jiannan stood up and took out a stack of banknotes from his sleeve. He didn't remember how many banknotes there were. There was just such a stack of banknotes. Zhu Jiannan directly stuffed it into Uncle Xu's hands and said in his respectful voice:
"Uncle Xu has suffered a lot over the years."
Uncle Xu did not shirk these banknotes. He had no children or relatives, and the money was of no use to him, but he still accepted the banknotes without any courtesy.
After seeing this man, Zhu Jiannan left the Zen room and carefully closed the firewood door. Standing in the yard with his hands behind his back and looking up at the moon, Zhu Jiannan asked Uncle Xu: "Uncle Xu, you are well-informed and experienced.
There are many ups and downs. Jian Nan is confused and asks Uncle Xu for advice."
"His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, said this, which is ruining the life of a lousy old man like me. His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, has unparalleled talents and knowledge of life. The old man can only speak what the family says."
Zhu Jiannan liked Uncle Xu's words, which were respectful but not too flattering.
"Heaven has no relatives and always associates with good people. Is this true or false?"
Xu Bo didn't hesitate and replied directly: "Taoism has its limits, but there are limits to oneself and others. Although Taoists say that heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs, in the end, they will indeed return to the saying that heaven and earth have no relatives.
,Always be with good people.”
After hearing this, Zhu Jiannan felt as if a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart. He felt a little more at ease, but his brows were still furrowed.
"Uncle Xu, is what I did right or wrong?"
Xu Bo still replied directly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the king, and there is no good or evil in the king. Even though people in this world and later generations criticize and criticize him, in the eyes of the old man, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is kind-hearted. Life is uncomfortable in this world. But if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince
If the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng seeks liberation, then too many people will be trapped in parallel imports without anyone to save them."
Zhu Jiannan's brows relaxed slightly, a smile appeared on his lips, and he murmured: "As a king, he is in charge of the lives and deaths of millions of people. If he goes to hell, he will go to hell? That's fine. I hope that the way of heaven has no relatives, and I can always be with good people."
After saying this, Zhu Jiannan did not stop and led Lei Niu out of the yard and down the mountain.
After Zhu Jiannan left for a while, the yellow dog guarding the hospital suddenly barked, with a cheerful voice, and its tail was still wagging. A big hand reached out and stroked the yellow dog's hair.
The man opened his mouth and asked: "Uncle Xu, I have no connection with the way of heaven and always associate with good people. Is it really right?"
This man was the man in the Zen room who didn't look like he was sleeping at all, and even looked a little stupid. Uncle Xu shook his head, sighed, and said: "That's the case. If such a law of heaven really exists in the world, why would His Highness put himself in this situation?"
Where is hell?”
The man shook his head, with a face full of bitterness and guilt, and said: "It was me, the older brother, who failed to live up to expectations, and he suffered in the end."