Chapter 95 Guangyuan County, encounter in the bookstore
It rains a lot in autumn in Guangyuan County.
With the autumn rain and coolness, many people changed their thick bedding and added new clothes.
At noon, it cleared up after the rain, the temperature warmed up slightly, and there was a faint scent of osmanthus in the air.
Honghu Bookstore on the corner of the street, next to the copper stove used to warm hands.
The young monk, wearing a white robe and an oilcloth bag hanging around his waist, was sitting casually on a futon, holding a scroll and reading an article he randomly turned to with relish.
"...Zhao Ji once lived in the suburbs of Jiannan County, and his wife was seriously ill. One night, before Zhao Ji could go to sleep, an old woman with white hair, only three inches long, walked out from the shadow of the lamp and said to Zhao Zi: 'My wife is the only one who is sick.
If you can cure it, you might as well come and ask me.' Zhao Ji was upright and did not believe in ghosts, so he scolded her loudly. The old woman laughed three times and told him not to regret it. Soon after, Mrs. Zhao was heartbroken and was about to die. Zhao Ji had no choice but to
After praying to heaven, the old woman appeared again, invited a cup of tea out of thin air, and poured it into Mrs. Zhao's mouth. After drinking the tea, Mrs. Zhao's heartache immediately healed, but seven days later, she became pregnant..."
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Riding on a kind-hearted man's ox cart, Zhou Yi arrived at Guangyuan County from Pingsha Town in less than half a day.
The night horse could only be summoned at night, so Zhou Yi was not in a hurry, so he thought of coming to Guangyuan County to find a bookstore, where he could dictate the Buddhist scriptures and print them into books.
By the way, I bought some hair-growing herbs and ointments... Even though I have a new goal, I still can't slack off on the great cause of hair-growth.
When Zhou Yi inquired all the way and finally found this bookstore with a rather grand name, he unexpectedly discovered that there were also strange stories in the books.
After chatting with the young lady who came to take shelter from the rain dressed as a scholar in robes, I learned that in recent years, these books about strange things have been quietly increasing in various bookstores along the road.
Of course, most of them are written by anonymous people or collected by Jianghu storytellers, and they are still difficult to be recognized as elegant publications just like those pornographic publications that steal fragrance and beauty.
Zhou Yi twisted up the yellow vine paper that was abundant in the local area and looked through other stories in the booklet.
The frosted feeling on the fingertips is like holding rough millet rice, which is slightly harsh.
However, I am full of long-lost feelings. Unfortunately, I can’t take photos with the hair tie and put an x on it.
"Do monks also like to read such books?"
The young lady came over again out of nowhere, looking curious.
Zhou Yi did not raise his head and said with a smile: "Can't a monk just watch?"
The young lady said softly: "It's not impossible, it's just that you remind me of a... good friend."
She saw the monk immersed in the book, hesitated for a moment, bowed slightly, and was about to turn around when the monk's voice sounded in her ears.
"Oh? He is also a monk?"
The little lady snorted and smiled, then her expression became complicated.
"Of course not. It's just that, like you, this dear friend also likes to talk about strange things and chase the elusive Huang Lao's skills. Speaking of which, it was also because of a sudden change in his family that he plummeted, and his whole person suddenly changed.
...I'm sorry, I was too talkative and abrupt."
Gu Tingling was quite touched.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was talking about these things to a strange monk she met by chance.
The "good brother" I just mentioned is naturally the Fang family brother who got married on the fingertips.
They had known each other since childhood. Although they were separated due to the transfer of their father's official positions, she always had a faint longing for her in her heart.
However, things are unpredictable, and the elders of the Fang family were removed from their official positions and reduced to ordinary civilians because they were involved in the whirlpool of the capital.
The elders in the family regretted their marriage because of this. Although she was a little reluctant to give up, she could understand their elders' good intentions.
How could a wealthy lady, who was backed by a third-grade family, had her own business all over the world, and was known as a poet in the circle, marry a powerless scholar?
If he were not the grandson of a minister, how could he be a good match if he was not the son of a minister?
Later, I heard that the Fang family brother gave up studying and went to pursue the art of cultivating immortals... This news had already become a joke among the families who had good relations with the Fang family in the past.
Even when she heard this, she would secretly shake her head, feeling sorry for her brother Fang.
How can there really be gods in this world?
Even if there is an expert in the art, how far away is it? Where can ordinary people reach it?
Brother Fang is so stupid...
A few months ago, my uncle was transferred back to Jiannan Road and served under the Jiedushi.
She also happened to be helping her father to expand his business in the south, so she came to Guangyuan County and advised Fang Ziqi not to be stubborn and make mistakes again and again.
Even if there is no marriage in this life, we are still friends and childhood sweethearts.
Unexpectedly, Fang Ziqi avoided seeing her and instead spent the whole day hanging out with Miss Zhuo, the daughter of the prefect.
What she couldn't accept even more was that after Fang Ziqi returned from an outing with the gang of Guangyuan County princes, his temperament changed drastically. He actually bought a Buddha statue and put incense and prayed every morning, noon and evening.
Buddhism has been notorious many years ago. How can there be any real great monks?
What's the difference between Fang Ziqi's doing this and the crazy guy and silly girl in the village?
If you pass it back to the circle of old acquaintances, you will definitely become a laughing stock again... Fang Ziqi, Fang Ziqi, how can you let yourself down like this?
Even I was despised because of my marriage contract with you.
"I'm sorry for bothering you so much."
After Gu Tingling finished speaking, she sighed secretly.
She originally planned to ridicule the fake monk who was reading a book seriously.
But when he saw the young monk's face, his anger suddenly dissipated.
Maybe he is also a good family man who has encountered misfortune... But how downcast and lazy can he be to choose to pretend to be a monk?
There was a sound of wind chimes at the entrance of the square, and then the wooden door was pushed open.
A young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, brocade clothes and jade robes, and a majestic figure appeared at the door of the bookshop.
Gu Tingling turned her head to look, and couldn't help but be startled, then her eyes lit up slightly.
She comes from a wealthy family, has a lot of food and drinks, is well-dressed, and has no bachelors in her dealings. She has met countless high-ranking officials, so she certainly has a good eye.
But the young man in front of her, with the pace of a dragon and the strides of a tiger, his gaze and majesty, his outstanding demeanor, and his aloof demeanor were far superior to anyone she had ever seen in her life.
'Could this be...the style of a king?'
Gu Tingling's heartbeat accelerated slightly.
Her uncle was a high-ranking official of the third rank. When traveling, he was already equipped with carriages and horses, and his entourage hugged him and took photos with him, not to mention the prince.
But looking at this man's age, he is not as good as any prince in the Tang Dynasty.
She was secretly surprised that the man had already strode over.
The rare majestic demeanor in the world, and the Yuan Tingyue-like bearing, came with pressure, making Gu Tingling somewhat breathless.
Her cheeks were slightly red, and she subconsciously took a step back, then stopped abruptly, bowed and saluted.
"I've met the young master."
The young man stopped but didn't look at Gu Tingling for half a second.
He faced the indifferent monk in white who was still sitting on his bed studying. There was a look in his eyes.