The northwest direction of Dingshui Town is slightly high, in addition to countless temples in Tallinn, go out a little more towards the town, there is a peony mountain, there is an atmospheric luxury house under the mountain, that is the private residence of the Zhang family in the town. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info there have always been few people in the house, sporadic and little atmosphere, but today, it seems a little more lively.

There was a courtyard on the south side of the house, and there was a gazebo on the south side of the courtyard, and in the pavilion, two people were sitting at the moment: a man and a woman. They are the two brothers and sisters of the Zhang family, chatting in the courtyard in the early summer afternoon.

"Big brother has been in a state of mind lately, isn't he hooked by a goblin somewhere?" Zhang Qianlan took a loquat on the table, peeled it, and put it in her mouth, her movements were very slow, or all along, she was such a leisurely and slow posture, whether it was reading and learning words, or eating and going to bed, she seemed to have a lot of time, which could make her in a daze in the study all day, and sleep by the water for an afternoon.

It seems that the passage of time and the changes of the world have nothing to do with her, and in her world, the years are still quiet and unwavering.

The loquat in her hand is huge and yellow, it has been washed clean by Yahuan, peeled the skin and eaten it in her mouth, the taste is sweet with a little sourness, fortunately, the sweetness is mostly sweet, the sour taste is light, and the taste is still good, which makes her happily bend the corners of her eyes, and she also smiles when she speaks.

Today's Zhang Qianlan is also nearly eighteen years old, once walked around the ghost gate, came back from the dead, and was always not in good spirits after waking up, her body was often tired, and sometimes she even fell asleep unconsciously, and it took a long time to wake up, looking ignorant, as if in a dream. She is kind and gentle by nature, innocent and simple, but a special experience in her childhood, which makes her often alone in fantasy, a little unreal, and a little less gregarious.

Of course, no matter how bad you are, it doesn't include your brothers and relatives at home.

Zhang Minzhi was drinking tea, laughing with his sister Zhang Qianlan, hearing her say this, he quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know who is the one who was hooked by the goblin." Tell me, what do you think about every day? He poked Zhang Qianlan's head and sighed: "It's obviously the age when you're about to get married, but you hide in the house all day long, reading calligraphy and paintings, daydreaming out of nowhere?" "Although the character is well-behaved and obedient, it is too well-behaved.

Zhang Qianlan blinked her eyes and smiled mischievously: "I have the eldest brother and the second brother here, and I can live well without getting married, why does the eldest brother always push me out?" ”

Miss Lin is not in a hurry when she is over eighteen years old, she dresses up as a man every day, comes and goes in the streets and alleys, is elusive, and makes a lot of jokes - at least in the eyes of outsiders, in fact, Zhang Qianlan does not think so, she admires her daring. No matter what, Miss Lin is still like this, let alone her? A girl from a rich family, no matter how poor she is, is also raised by her father and mother, so that she will not be left uncared for and lonely, not to mention that most of her brothers love her.

Zhang Minzhi sighed: "No matter how rich our Zhang family is, if you are old, it will always be difficult to find someone to love." No matter how much Miss Lin is ridiculed, she takes the initiative to be bold and knows what she wants, but Qianlan ...... He looked at his sister's stubborn and pretended relaxed face, knowing that her knot in her heart for many years might be difficult to untie. This girl is thoughtful, but she doesn't like to talk, she seems to be happy every day, but she seems to be worried, and she is always worried.

He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then reached out and placed it on the stone table, but unexpectedly his hand suddenly shook, and the teacup fell to the ground instantly, and after the crisp sound, the green porcelain cup shattered into countless pieces, shining with moist light on the ground, his hand was not cut, but it was still trembling.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Qianlan took out a handkerchief to wipe the tea on his body for him, and the maid ring next to him also stepped forward to clean up the debris on the ground, and cleaned it up after a while, only Zhang Minzhi held his wrist, and his face was cloudy. He made a casual excuse to leave, hurried back to his room, and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the books, the books on the shelves were in a mess, and he rummaged through them from top to bottom, and finally found an old booklet.

This is the past when Xue Changqing saw Zhang Qianlan for a doctor, he felt guilty because he couldn't do anything, and when he left, he left a book, saying that it was a book, but it was actually very thin, old and yellowed, and the handwriting was a little blurry, but he still kept it in the house and never lost it. It is said that this book records many incurable diseases, mysterious poisons, etc., and is a precious collection summarized by Xue Changqing's master and him for many years.

Zhang Minzhi's wrist was out of force, and he still trembled and flipped through the book in a panic, rummaging through the pages, and finally found a text that made his face change abruptly.

The first thing to do is to describe his symptoms: one day of poison into the blood, fingers blue. On the second day, the upper lip and tongue were poisoned, and the lips were purple and black. The poison entered the meridians for three days, and the green tendons were exposed. On the fourth day, the eggs hatched, and the limbs were out of control. On the fifth day, the worm entered the five internal organs and bleeded nonstop. In six days, thousands of insects devoured their hearts, and they died without returning.

He lifted his cuffs and checked them one by one, his wrists trembled more and more, his illness was obviously the fourth day, and in just two days, he would die here!

His heart was beating wildly, and he looked carefully along the explanation: This is the hereditary Gu poison of the Jialan clan in Miaojiang, the Garan secret poison, which is mixed with drugs with Gu worm eggs into the body, colorless and tasteless, ignorant and unconscious, and spreads in three days after entering the human body, one day incubates, one day devours the heart, and the next day kills, a total of six days can put people to death, there is no room for survival, it is the first strange poison today. Except for the Garland people in Miao Jiang, no one in the rivers and lakes can solve it.

Many years ago, he had heard that the Garland clan, which had always been known for its weirdness and unpredictability, was almost unmanned.

Thinking of this, his face turned dead for a moment.

Outside the Mingyin Temple is still people coming and going, bustling, the believers who worship the Buddha on the incense, the face is with the color of respect and tranquility, or there is the color of praying and mourning, in front of the huge Buddha statue, people kneel or stand, or hold incense or hold the Buddha beads, there are words in the mouth, only a young man standing at the door, it seems very special, he turns a blind eye to the solemn Buddha statue, his eyes are swept around, full of impatience.

He looked boredly at the people who were burning incense and worshipping the Buddha, and muttered, "Where have you gone?" Looking forward to it, he finally saw a figure with a sword, and suddenly entered the temple, his heart moved, and he hurriedly chased after him. Pedestrians blocked his view, and he impatiently pushed away, dialed several times, but still chased the people away, and stood in the courtyard in a daze, sometimes people came and went, but he couldn't see half of the sword.

He secretly scolded bad luck, so he had to look around by himself, there were many houses in the temple, many Buddha statues, and many courtyards, he spent a long time wandering around, and finally found a strange place. It was outside the abbot's meditation room, the leaves were luxuriant, the bamboo shadows were heavy, and the huge courtyard was crowded with people, but it was silent, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was very strange.

Strange! Strange! Something must have happened.

He dodged and hid behind the door to look, and saw that in the courtyard surrounded by bamboo shadows, most of the monks had come out, all holding long sticks, all of them were in a defensive posture, and the person standing in the center of the courtyard was the man with the sword, and there were still two people, but only one spoke. It's a pity that he can only see the man's back from his position, except for the straight waist and a long sword at his waist, he can't see anything else. After a moment's thought, he took two steps back, bypassed the wall, and quietly jumped onto the roof, lying on the roof, and only then did he see the appearance of the person who came.

The dark clothes, the strange hilt of the sword, the solemn expression, and the non-standard words made the people hiding on the roof can't help but let out a "huh".

"Fuso?" This was something he had never expected.

And the abbot of Mingyin Temple, who has always been mysterious and profound, happened to appear today. According to legend, this abbot has a very high attainment in martial arts, and his past experience is quite legendary. From time to time, there are martial artists who visit the Mingyin Temple, and the first thing to ask for advice is this abbot, but they usually don't see people, and finally have to return in disappointment, and even more, I heard that there is a quite profound martial arts in the temple, and the people who come often want to steal it away, and finally end up in an embarrassing end.

In contrast, the people of Fuso today seem to be out of luck.

At least he saw the abbot himself.

The abbot was about fifty years old, dressed very simply, with a long and sparse white beard, his expression between his eyebrows was flat, his eyes were closed, and he said lightly: "Mingyin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, only specializing in Zen and Buddhism, and practicing martial arts is only for the sake of physical fitness, and he is not good at swordsmanship. ”

"The abbot used to be one of the best swordsmen, the swordsmanship must be very essential, I heard that the monks are the most willing to help others, today I just want to ask for a lesson or two, how can the abbot not even want this?" Seeing that the abbot still closed his eyes and did not turn away, the Fusang man continued: "I think I have learned swords since I learned swords, and my swordsmanship is not shallow, but some people say that I am too slow to draw a sword, and I hesitate to drop my sword, which is enough to make me disadvantage from the beginning. He looked solemn and said in a low tone: "I don't know if the abbot can solve a problem for me?" ”

"The sword is a weapon of evil, and if it does not hesitate to turn its blade at a man, it has already lost the hearts of men." The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed his head and said, "Amitabha, this shows that the benefactor still has a benevolent heart. At this, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

The Fusang man obviously did not approve, and when he heard this, his complexion sank, and he whispered: "Mercy only makes people weak and incompetent, I wonder if the abbot knows how to overcome it?" "It is rumored that the abbot of Mingyin Temple was a swordsman before he became a monk, and after he became a monk, he suffered a defeat a few days ago, and finally became a little modest, and the original idea of challenging the masters of the Central Plains became a lesson or two. When his weaknesses are pointed out to his face, he must first overcome his weaknesses and improve himself before seeking a real opponent.

"Buddhism only teaches people to be good, not to kill." After the abbot finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left, and when he turned to enter, the door of the meditation room slammed shut. The Fusang swordsman wanted to step forward again, but eighteen monk disciples blocked it with sticks and formed a line, and the originally relaxed atmosphere instantly became tense again.