North of the outer city of Jianye, the Wujin house of a family surnamed Du in Baishui Lane, Baishazhou, has been blocked by the Yulin Army for two days.

The morning dawn dewed, but the night was long in the middle of winter, and it was still dark in all directions, only the mansion was brightly lit, and the feather forest guards in red clothes were guarding the front and back doors of the mansion, all with solemn expressions, so that the residents who got up in the morning to carry water and chop wood, and the vendors who walked the streets and alleys retreated and avoided from afar.

There is a noodle soup vendor at the entrance of the alley, who sets up tables and chairs on weekdays, makes a fire with noodles, and is busy doing business. At present, the peddler smelled the smell of blood that was still half a mile away, looked at the deserted street, and sighed, but he was unwilling to accept the stall and return empty-handed. had to sit in the corner with his sleeves folded, hoping in his heart that he would be able to make a few deals when the Yulin guards were on an errand and evacuated Baishui Lane early.

The peddler was frowning and worried about his livelihood, when he suddenly heard a human: "This old man, tired of serving a bowl of hot noodle soup." It was a Yu Lin Wei standing in front of his noodle stall.

Coinciding with the rising sun, there is a rare sunny day in the gloomy winter, the sun is bright and warm, and the golden can fall on the dark gold hakama embroidered with tiger and leopard flow cloud patterns, and it is even more lined with the eyebrows and temples of this young Yu Linlang, who is as handsome as a knife, and the hawker only feels that his eyes are in a trance, and for a while he can't tell whether the golden light is reflected by the glow or the dazzling of the young man himself.

Since the establishment of the former Han Dynasty, Yulinwei has been in charge of the duties of the Son of Heaven and the Beijing Division, and is worthy of its reputation of "wings for the country, such as the prosperity of the forest". Although the current situation is chaotic, since the famous General Wei Su served as the left supervisor of Yulin, the rule is very strict, and Yulinwei is even more popular among the people. This Yu Lin Lang smiled again, and he didn't put on a show, but he was as kind as a neighbor, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and he had a good impression in plain water.

Therefore, the peddler put on a smile on his face and hurriedly got up and answered, "Here it is!" Please sit down, my family's pork bone soup is a must in the city, and keeping it makes the trip worthwhile! ”

How many catties can a small open-air noodle stall be called a must, and the customers are just trying to be cheap and full. However, this Yu Lin Lang smiled more and more happily, and only said, "Then I'll wait." While Shi Shiran sat on the side of the square table.

The vendor was very neat, but in a moment he served a bowl of hot noodle soup, the soup was white and fragrant, the thick slices of leek leaves were bright and delicious, a few green leaves were sprinkled with green onions, drizzled with golden garlic oil and sesame oil, and then poured a spoonful of boiled meat sauce that was burnt and delicious.

The young Yu Lin Lang was already busy for half the night, hungry and hungry, at this time it was very fast, eating like a wind and clouds, heroic and neat, even the tonkotsu soup was drunk cleanly, straight to the bottom of the bowl, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Good soup, good noodles, another bowl." When the peddler saw that he was enjoying his meal, he naturally smiled, and looked a little high-spirited, and hurriedly agreed to the promise, and cooked another bowl of noodles and brought it to him.

He saw that Yu Lin Wei was young and amiable, and finally couldn't suppress his curiosity, and boldly asked: "Master Jun, let the old man dare to say a word, Nadu Mansion is ......."

That Yu Lin Wei still smiled and said: "My surname is Lu, and I am a Gong Cao in the Qingming Administration, and my husband calls me Lu Gong Cao." ”

The peddler was in his early fifties, just because of the hardships of life, his face was full of vicissitudes, and he looked like he was over the age of six, he didn't dare to say anything, and hesitated: "Lu Gongcao, the old man doesn't dare to talk nonsense, it's just that in that Du family's mansion, I'm afraid that the Bodhisattva will appear again......"

Lu Gongcao's surname is Lu Mingsheng, and he has already served as Gongcao when he is only a weak crown, and he is a military attache from the sixth grade. Although he was born in the Han clan, he has been from Mr. Shuiyue since he was a child, and General Weisu from Wucong, not only has great skills and vision, but also does not lose to the children of the Gaomen clan.

If today's turmoil and frequent wars break out, the people will become more and more confused, he disagrees in his heart, but his face is still friendly and smiled: "Why did the old man say this? The Du family was tragically destroyed, and all five members of the family died, and now it is rumored that the city is full of wind and rain, and the people are panicking. If it is said that the demons are doing it, it is a peerless portal, but what kind of means of gods and Buddhas is this? ”

The peddler was full of caution, and then said: "Lu Gongcao doesn't know anything......

He was about to make it clear to Lu Sheng, and another guest sat down at another square table, took off his hat, and together with a dark cyan long package on his back, he carefully laid it across the table, revealing a bare head, which was actually a monk.

The monk sat down on Lu Sheng's side, looking extremely young, dressed in a thick blue cotton monk's robe washed white, but wearing it on him was extremely neat and elegant. His eyebrows are handsome, his facial features are particularly deep, and his eyes are pale in color, all of which are characteristic of the barbarian blood.

However, the monk's expression is peaceful, and the corners of his lips are smiling, which makes people feel like seeing the Buddha holding flowers, and there is a bit of treasure solemnity, and the purity and purity of Cihang Pudu.

The peddler couldn't help but become more and more respectful, and bowed forward and said, "Dare to ask this ...... Master, what do you have to say? ”

The young monk stretched out his slender white fingers, slowly laid down five copper coins on the table, and said, "Don't dare to be called a master, please serve a bowl of somen noodles to the shop." ”

Because he was not from the Central Plains, and he was dressed as a monk, the vendor was originally a little worried that he was here to make a fortune, but when he saw the copper coin, he dispelled his doubts, and immediately raised his hand to wipe it on the table, accepted the copper coin, and cooked a bowl of somen noodles for the monk.

Buddhism is pure, avoid eating meat, in addition to wine and meat, it is even with the strong smell of seasonings also quit, it is said to avoid five spices, chives and garlic are not available, the vendor has to add a few more pieces of fresh vegetables to the noodle bowl, pour sesame oil, sprinkle a little salt, pour some vinegar, and put it in the clear soup and send it to the table.

The monk thanked him, took bamboo chopsticks to eat noodles, one hand was beautiful and long, his demeanor was calm, his eyes looked at his nose and nose, his heart was not distracted, and he ate noodles and ate the artistic conception of participating in Zen and worshipping Buddha.

Lu Sheng did not shy away from suspicion, staring at the monk's demeanor carefully and thoughtfully. It wasn't until the vendor turned back that he withdrew his gaze, and the vendor wiped the table with a rag while whispering to Lu Sheng about the recent rumors in the market.

There is a dilapidated small temple on the ten-mile slope outside the west of Jianye City, which is dedicated to the Medicine King Bodhisattva. Due to the chaos of the war, the monks fled, and now it has been abandoned for decades, leaving only half of the hall, broken walls, and broken Buddha statues. But nearby villagers occasionally offer incense to the temple to seek peace of mind.

Four months ago, a wealthy family in the village of Wubang in the west of the city was stolen and lost their ancestral golden incense burner. The owner insisted that Zhao Laohan from the same village sneaked into the house and stole the incense burner, in order to exchange some money for the treatment of his old wife at home. Zhao Laohan is an honest man, although he is poor but innocent, how can he admit it? Unexpectedly, the rich man bought off the village and locked Zhao Laohan in the ancestral hall and lynched him, but Zhao Laohan couldn't help but be tortured because of his old age and frailty, and was beaten to death.

Mrs. Zhao was already terminally ill, and when she learned of Zhao Laohan's death, she was furious and died.

Poor Zhao Laohan's family is only a fourteen-year-old orphan girl, and now she is in a panic, but she is still being chased and bitten by a rich family, asking her father and daughter to pay for her father's debts and daughters, and to compensate for the incense burner.

The orphan girl had no way to redress her grievances, escaped from Wubang Village overnight, put incense and candle offerings in front of the medicine king Bodhisattva, and after crying and complaining about her grievances, she felt powerless to avenge her parents, so she simply bowed her head, intending to crash into the incense case, but unexpectedly, a fragrant wind blew, and her eyes were dark and unconscious.

When the orphan girl woke up again, she saw herself lying outside the temple gate, the sky was bright, the incense and candles had long been burned out, and the rice cakes used as offerings were nowhere to be found.

In Wubang Village, a family of three was beheaded, and the bodies were piled up on the barn outside the village, covered with blood, and the smell of blood dissipated after three days.

After the news spread, everyone said that it was the medicine king Bodhisattva who appeared and punished the wicked, and for a time pilgrims flocked to it, and it was very lively for a few days. However, since then, there has been no movement, and the ruined temple has been deserted.

When Lu Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but groan, he had also heard about the murder in Wubang Village, and the new village was reporting that it was done by bandits.

The five members of the Du family were also beheaded, and their heads and blood were all over the ground, which was unbearable. The wound incision surface is smooth and smooth, which shows that the person who started the wound has strong wrist strength and exquisite technique, and is a medium and high master. At present, it seems that the two murders in Wubang Village and Baishazhou are only afraid that they were committed by the same person or several people.

When the peddler saw him groaning, he said: "If this case alone is enough, half a month ago, a scholar surnamed Liu in Tonghuafang sued the bully in the workshop for bullying his neighbors and occupying other people's private property, but he was seriously injured by the bully, and he died in only two days after carrying it back." The widow of the scholar Liu filed a complaint against Jing Zhaoyin, wanting to avenge the minister. ”

Lu Sheng said: "Lord Xiao is upright, jealous and hateful, so he can naturally avenge this scholar." ”

The peddler sighed and said, "Lord Xiao is naturally fair, how can it be that when the manpower is poor, that bully is clever, colluded with the scoundrels, and no outsiders saw him when he killed the scholar." With no evidence and no physical evidence, Lord Xiao judged the case impartially and had to acquit the bully. The widow of the Liu family was unwilling, so she followed the example of the orphan daughter of the Zhao family, brought offerings of incense and candles to the Yaowang Temple, complained of grievances, and then died under the incense case. Three days later, the bully and his two accomplices died in a back alley of Tonghuafang, and everyone was in a different place. ”

Lu Sheng was finally moved, put down the bamboo chopsticks, and listened intently to the peddler's speech.

The peddler's expression became more and more respectful, and he said solemnly: "Bodhisattva manifestation, where is it so easy? There must be great grievances and determination to die. ”

Lu Sheng said: "If these two are indispensable, the root cause of Du's extinction must also be a bitter master." ”

The peddler sighed and continued, "Of course there is. ”

Du Shi makes a living by running a restaurant, and is considered a solid family in this white water lane, and after the death of the old lady in the family, only Du Da and Du two brothers remain.

Du Dashan drilled the camp and ran the restaurant well, but Du Er's family was honest. Since the death of his parents, Du Da is in charge, and Dafang has increasingly developed the ambition of monopolizing the restaurant, and treats the second room harshly, and finally tortures Du and his wife to death, leaving only an orphan named Du Gao, who lives hard. Although the neighbors had a lot of dissatisfaction, they were just powerless, even if they tried to comfort a few words in vain, they were refuted by Mrs. Du's sharp teeth, and they only ended up complaining.

About two days ago, Du Gao lost his whereabouts, and everyone originally guessed, but they didn't know whether the kid lost his life, or was sold to a foreign country by Du Da's family, but now it seems that Du Gao went to the Yaowang Temple and sacrificed his life to avenge his parents.

However, two days later, the Medicine King Bodhisattva really appeared again, and Du Da and his wife, their two sons and a daughter, were punished and lost their lives.

After the peddler finished speaking, he sighed again, and there was a bit of relief in his tone, "Finally, the Bodhisattva has a spirit, and the wicked will not go unpunished." ”

Lu Sheng just tapped his fingers on the table, a pair of sword eyebrows gradually wrinkled deeper and deeper, he finally couldn't bear it, and said with a smile: "The monks of my Guan Xingshan Temple often talk about crossing the world and persuading people to be good. Uncle, this kind of murderous and evil act is not done by gods and Buddhas, nor is it a good deed, so don't be deceived by it. ”

When the peddler's face changed drastically when he heard this, he put his hands together on the top of his head, and said his sin, "Lu Gongcao, Lu Gongcao, ten million, ten million be cautious!" There are gods in the first three feet......"

Lu Sheng knew that he was purely kind, and was about to say something to appease, but unexpectedly, the sound of the piano sounded silently, like the wind passing through the treetops and the rain hitting the plantains, so he dispelled his thoughts and looked at the place where the piano sounded with the vendor.