"Outside the mountain, outside the building,

When will the West Lake sing and dance be closed?

The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk,

Only Hangzhou is regarded as Bianzhou. ”

In the sixteenth year of Shaoxing in the Great Song Dynasty, in March.

The West Lake is lined with smoke and willows, the visitors are weaving, and the golden lake surface is full of painting boats shuttling back and forth. The wind blew from the lake, faintly mixed with the ethereal singing, and the dust was washed away.

The green-clothed young man sat at the window of the post house, looked up at the poem on the wall, and recited it in a low voice, although he didn't understand the meaning, he felt that it was sonorous and pleasing to the ear, and he thought: "It is said that people are the spirits of all things, and if you want to cultivate immortals, you must first cultivate your human body. He shook his head and took a shallow sip of osmanthus mash. The hot and spicy warm current enters the abdomen from the throat, and the cheeks are flushed.

She glanced at the wine glass in her hand in amazement, wondering what this elixir called "wine" by everyone was?

I have practiced in Mount Emei for so many years, I have stolen a lot of good tea from Ge Laodao, and I have also stolen the soup porridge of major temples to satisfy my cravings, but I have never tasted such a strange thing. Surprised and funny, I couldn't help but take another big sip.

Who would have thought that this time she drank too quickly, it was like a spicy flame through her mouth and nose, straight to the top of her head, choking her tears almost gushing out.

"Little official, it's the first time you drank our Lin'an's osmanthus mash, right?" The brocade-clothed man at the next table picked up the wine jug and moved to sit next to her with a smile, "Lin'an's osmanthus mash is different from other places, the entrance is sweet, but the stamina is extremely strong, like you to drink, I'm afraid that you won't get drunk after three cups." ”

"Drunk?" The young man in green raised his eyebrows and squinted at him curiously, "What do you mean by 'drunk'?" ”

The afternoon sun shines through the swaying green willows outside the window, mottled on the pretty face of the blushing, delicate as a peach blossom.

The brocade-clothed man's heart jumped suddenly, coughed, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the little official has never been drunk, that's my disrespect." In such a spring, there are good guests coming to the door, when the floating is white. ”

He raised his head and drank the wine, poured it again, and deliberately said lightly: "The next surname is Zhang, the word Zongyi, and the person from Lin'an." I don't know the big names of petty officials? ”

If someone else heard this name, they would have to be shocked, but the young man in green had lived in Shushan for a long time and didn't know the things of the world, so he didn't know what was going on in the world, so he smiled and said, "I don't know that you are a good person or a bad person, why should I tell you?" ”

The two entourages of the man in brocade turned pale and were about to get up and scold, but he waved his hand to stop them. It turned out that the grandfather of Zhang Zongyi, a man in brocade, was Zhang Jun, one of the "Four Generals of Zhongxing" who was as famous as Yue Fei back then.

Zhang Jun was born as a thief and became famous very early, and after the Song Dynasty crossed to the south, he repeatedly made military exploits, but later he was gradually overshadowed by Yue Fei. He is arrogant and ruthless by nature, greedy for money and flattery, although his reputation is on a par with Yue Fei, his conduct is far from the same. Qin Hui figured out the holy will and framed Yue Fei with "unwarranted", Han Shizhong and other famous generals came to the rescue, but he fully supported Qin Hui, so he rose to the top and tilted the power to the government and the opposition. After that, although he was suppressed by Qin Hui's suspicion and relinquished his military power, he still had his hands on the sky, and was very favored by the emperor.

Zhang Zongyi is the eldest son and grandson of Zhang Jun, and he is also a famous gentleman in Lin'an. On this day, taking advantage of the bright spring, I went out of the city alone to the West Lake to step on the spring, just hoping to meet some stunning women, and I didn't want to find Fang, but I met a young man in green in this lakeside inn.

He thought that he had read all the beauties in the world, and when he saw this young man in green, his spirit was wandering, and he couldn't help but come forward to talk. I thought that when this young man heard his name, he would be like thunder, and he would obediently send it to the door by himself, but who thought that it would not work at all. Seeing her smiling and leaning towards herself, she was even more itchy and unbearable, and stepped forward and said with a smile: "If you look at my appearance, you should know that I am a good person." ”

The young man in green smiled "sneering", holding his cheeks with one hand, shaking the wine glass with the other, and said softly: "I look at you, your eyes are flickering, your face is full of evil smiles, you must be a bad person." ”

Zhang Zongyi's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and the seven souls were even hooked out of the six spirits, since he was a child, no one had ever dared to talk to him like this, but he was like a fish in his throat, and he didn't know how to respond. For a while, I was happy and annoyed, loved and hated, and secretly made up my mind that I would get this young man to work on him no matter what today.

This inn is located in the northeast corner of the West Lake, outside the window is the white causeway, willows like smoke, peach blossoms like clouds, the waves reflect the mountains, beautiful and picturesque.

Travelers who enter the city, tourists who step into the spring have to rest here, at this time, it is the time of noon dining, talking and laughing, the sound of staggering is endless, it is very lively.

Most of the tourists in the city recognized Zhang Zongyi, did not dare to provoke, and avoided it from afar. Only two Taoist priests did not know the depths, and sat down at the empty table next to them, calling out to the cousin to serve wine and food. Zhang Zongyi's two entourages were about to drive the two away, but they were glared at by the bronze bell-like eyes of one of the nine-foot-tall Taoist priests, and the reprimand that came to his mouth shrank back.

Another sick young Taoist priest looked at the inscription poem on the wall, recited it several times, and praised it: "Good poem! Good poetry! I don't know who this Lin Sheng is? If everyone in the Great Song Dynasty had such thoughts, why worry about the injustice of the world and the difficulty of recovering the old land? Come, come, come! Xiao Er, quickly give us a few catties of the best wine, and get drunk with this poem, so as to live up to such a spring! ”

The young man in green listened curiously, turned his head and asked, "What does this poem mean?" What's so good? ”

The young Taoist priest poured a large glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all, wiped his mouth, and said, "This poem is about the things in front of you. Look out the window, green hills are stacked on top of each other, high-rise buildings are leaning against high-rise buildings, how bright is the spring light of West Lake? If you listen carefully, the orchestra is connected to the orchestra, laughter is mixed with laughter, how intoxicating is the spring breeze in Lin'an? Hehe, but everyone is drunk with the beautiful scenery in front of them, and who remembers the streets and alleys of Tokyo, the rivers and mountains of the old country? ”

He is young, but he is old-fashioned when he speaks. The young man in green didn't know anything about things outside the mountain, and listened to him talk impassionedly about Jingkang's shame and Nandu while listening to him talk about Jingkang's shame and Nandu, and he interjected from time to time.

Zhang Zongyi was already angry when he heard the Taoist priest exalt Yue Fei and Han Shizhong, and secretly belittled his father and Qin Hui, and then saw that the green-clothed young man was engrossed in listening to it, and felt even more jealous, so he couldn't help but put the cup on the table and sneered: "What does the village man know about the temple?" It is better for the monks to take care of the worldly affairs less. ”

The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he was already glanced at by the Taoist priest next to him, grabbed his sleeve, and "hummed" at the moment, turned his head and ignored them, and poured himself a drink.

The green-clothed young man was swept away, his heart was angry, and he was about to have a seizure, but he heard an uproar around him, and several monks in crimson purple robes rushed in.

In the lobby of the post house, the silk and bamboo are noisy, the five colors are confused, everyone is drinking wine according to the red cui, eating big fish and meat, making jokes about meat and vegetables, suddenly two Taoist priests came, they felt abrupt, and at this time there were four young monks, which was indescribably awkward.

The green-clothed young man glanced at the young monk in the lead, and his heart jumped inexplicably: "This monk is also handsome, there are so many thieves on Mount Emei, but none of them can compare." I couldn't help but look at it twice.

She has practiced in Mount Emei for many years, and has been angry with the monks of various temples, and she hates the monks, but the young monk in front of her has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is heroic with awe-inspiring righteousness, which makes people feel bad.

Whispering around, I vaguely heard someone say, "Have you ever heard that monks are often missing in the major temples of Lin'an City recently?" It is said that they were all taken captive by youkai, squeezed out the essence and blood, ate all the flesh and skin, and couldn't even find half of the bones......"

Someone snorted and said, "I only heard that the monsters kidnapped boys and girls, what do you want these monks to do?" Besides, if there is an abbot, do you think they are still virgins? ”

There was a burst of laughter for a while.

Someone lowered his voice and said: "If it is a shriveled old monk, the monster will naturally not be able to speak, but you look at these monks, with fine skin and tender meat, even the nuns want to be vulgar when they see it, can the monster still be able to keep it?" ”

Everyone laughed and scolded, and some shook their heads and shouted their sins, saying "Amitabha" repeatedly.

The monk bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, and sat down in the corner through the crowd, no matter how noisy and joking there was, but he remained immovable, silently eating the food that had been transformed.

Seeing the green-clothed young man's bright eyes lingering on the young monk's body like a magnet attached to iron, Zhang Zongyi felt a sour anger in his heart, coughed, and said, "The little official came to Lin'an for the first time, have you ever played nearby?" The scenery of West Lake is beautiful, in addition to these monks' temples, there are many quiet and interesting places, if you are interested, you are willing to be a guide in Xiagan......"

The young man in green thought about it, clapped his hands and said, "That's right! I came to Lin'an this time, just to repay my wish for my mother to Lingyin Mountain Wuchen'an, do you know how to go? ”

Zhang Zongyi was overjoyed, but he recited "Wuchen Nunnery" several times over and over again, but he couldn't remember that there was such a place, and he was waiting to make up an address and trick him into going with him, but the young Taoist at the next table turned his head, glanced at the young man in green in surprise, and said, "Wuchen Nunnery? It has been abandoned for a long time, and it has long been the residence of the rich and noble. When did Lingtang make a wish? Do you want to pay it back at this time? ”

The young man in green lost his voice and said, "Deserted? "Frustration and chagrin.

She traveled thousands of miles to get here, just to follow the instructions of the devil in the Jiulao Cave of Mount Emei, and bury the half of the iron sword hidden in her arms under the old locust tree in Wuchen'an in exchange for her sister's life. Now that the dustless nunnery has been abandoned, where should I bury the sword?

He made up his mind at the moment, and said: "Xiaodao chief, my mother said that there is a thousand-year-old locust tree in Wuchen Nunnery, is it still there now?" ”

Zhang Zongyi didn't wait for the young Taoist priest to answer, he grabbed his palm and smiled: "I know where the place you said is!" The old locust tree has been cut down in three years, and the nunnery next to it has now become the garden of the Xu family of the 'Renjitang'......" As soon as he blurted out the words, he immediately felt remorseful and said the address plainly, what would he do to deceive this young man to go with him? Hurriedly changed his words again: "It's just that it is located in a barren mountain, and there are rocks and dense forests everywhere, and it is extremely difficult for outsiders to find it." If the petty officials don't give up, Zhang is willing to take you there immediately. ”

The young Taoist priest couldn't help but laugh and said, "The weasel leads the way for the chicken, be careful if you go and don't return." ”

Zhang Zongyi was furious and shouted: "Little bull nose, what did you say? ”

The two attendants jumped to their feet, and the halberd reprimanded and drank, ready to fight. The surrounding people got up in a panic to avoid it, for fear of harming the pond fish.

The young Taoist priest ignored the eyes of the other Taoist priests and said with a smile: "I'm talking about weasels, why are you in a hurry?" This friend was a newcomer, and he didn't know that there were many caves in the mountains outside Lin'an City, and there were restless and kind-hearted weasels everywhere. He is alone in the spring, if he is smoked by the stinky fart of the weasel, wouldn't it be a big spoiler for the scenery? ”

Although the young man in green didn't know anything about men and women, he also knew that Zhang Zongyi had bad intentions towards him in a daze, and he had already moved to kill, and secretly sneered in his heart: "Okay, you want to seek death again and again, and my sister will fulfill you." When you find the old locust tree, you and your dog minions will be killed, and you will be buried under the tree with the broken sword. So Yanran smiled and said, "With Zhang Gongzi accompanying you, what weasels are you afraid of?" Zhang Gongzi, it's not early, let's go. ”

Zhang Zongyi waited for thousands of words to say this, his heart was overjoyed, and he hurriedly signaled his entourage to settle the bill, and happily led her to get up and leave.

When the two of them passed by the monks, the Zen staff in the hands of the young monk suddenly let out a sharp and long chant.

The expressions of all the monks changed in unison, and they looked up at the young man in green, their eyes burst with light, and they were about to get up to stop them, but they didn't know what to think, so they sat down again.

The young monk said: "Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, and the shore is back." The sound was like a bell, and it overwhelmed all the noise in the post house in an instant, and everyone was shocked.

Zhang Zongyi only said that the monk was warning himself, his ears were hot, he "hummed", and walked forward with his sleeves.

The young man in green felt a slight pang in his heart: "Could it be that these thieves have discovered my true body?" Concentrated, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword in his sleeve, turned his head and grimaced at the monks, and followed Zhang Zongyi out of the gate with a smile. waited until he got out of the street and crossed the bridge, but he still didn't see the monk chasing after him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.