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The monk walked south from Chang'an, and all he saw along the way was the monk's house was ruined, and the Buddha statue was sitting open.

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty has long since disappeared with the seven-year-long Anshi Rebellion, and Tang Wuzong's destruction of Buddha has lasted for five years.

Looking at the original solemn ancient temple is now drifting away from the wind and rain, and the brothers and sisters who are dedicated to the Buddha in order to purify all living beings are forced to return to the world, the monk's heart is indescribably compassionate. But other than that, he didn't know what he could do.

And in order to avoid returning to the vulgar, he had to leave Chang'an in the name of Yunyou and wander everywhere.

Going down the waterway, the place where the ship docked was Yangzhou City.

Yangzhou, the infinite land of countless ink writers.

Since the Sui Dynasty, the season when the poplar flowers fall like snow has become the most beautiful season when no number of people compete to visit Yangzhou.

Unfortunately, the sky was not beautiful today, and a light rain fell before the ship landed.

The passengers took advantage of the rain to get off the boat, and by the time the monk got off the boat, the rain had become heavier.

The monk didn't bring rain gear, and now he can only get drenched in the rain. The rain ran down his bald head and onto his eyelashes, and he raised his hand to wipe it with his sleeve and continued walking. He didn't have a destination in mind about where to go, he just wanted to take shelter from the rain first.

After walking for a short time, he saw a covered bridge in front of him, and the monk hurriedly walked to avoid the rain.

There was not only one monk on the bridge, but also several men in short shirts. The men were not interested in the monk's arrival, and after one glance at him, they continued to gather together and point to the other.

The monk didn't want to eavesdrop on others, but as they grew louder, the monk was forced to listen for a while.

"That's Yang Jiafang's Lian Niangzi, right?"

"Definitely. The last time I painted a boat to swim in the lake, I looked at it carefully, and it was definitely that even the lady. ”

"I didn't expect that I would be able to see Yang Jiafang's little lady here, tsk, this is simply good luck."

"This incident between the lady and that Lu Caizi can be a sensation all over the city."

"Hehe, compared with the daughter of the Jiedu family and the little lady of the Qinglou, it is naturally the daughter of the choice. What if you don't sell your body? It's not always a smiling welcome. Lu Caizi is not stupid, how can he not know how to choose? ”

"If you want me to say, this kind of woman is suitable for us to be happy."

That's a good point. Why don't we go and talk to Lian Niangzi together? Enlighten her? ”

As soon as these words came out, all the faces of several people showed obscene expressions, and several strange laughs came out one after another.

Then the conversation stopped, and the monk glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the men who spoke had already walked to the other end of the bridge.

The monk looked through the backs of several people, and could only vaguely see the side of a woman, dressed in bright pink clothes, with her hands around her chest, as if she was impatiently waiting for the rain to stop, or maybe she was just thinking about it. It's just that soon, after the ruffian men passed, the woman was interrupted.

The rain outside has not stopped, mixed with the poplar flowers blown down by the wind falling on the water, creating a picture of falling flowers and flowing water. The men's flirtatious words and the woman's scolding intermittently came into the monk's ears, and the monk glanced at it, pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help but walk up.

"Amitabha, please be cautious in your words and deeds."

Several men stopped their flirtatious words and looked at the monk impatiently, and one of them said to the monk in a vicious voice, "What's the matter with you, a bald donkey?" Don't go away yet! ”

The monk didn't move, and said Amitabha Buddha to the fierce-looking man.

"Bald donkey, nosy, isn't it? Looking for a beating, isn't it? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you to death? As he spoke, he flashed his fist.

"The poor monk is full of anger, and he still hopes that the donor will ......" The monk's words were not finished, and the man who flashed his fist just now had already raised his fist and waved it in front of the monk, and he said, "Tell Lao Tzu that he is angry, and Lao Tzu will show you again." As soon as he finished speaking, a punch hit the monk's face.

The monk was staggered a few steps by the other party's punch, and his brain was a little confused. Out of the corner of his eye, he only caught a glimpse of the evil man's second punch coming up again, and the monk thought that he was about to receive a second punch. This thought flashed, his wrist was suddenly pulled by a force, and there was a "run" in his ears, the monk didn't have time to think, instinctively obeyed this command, and the steps under his feet moved.

The rain in the sky fell on the monk's smooth head, and the monk's eyelashes were quickly wet by the rain, blurring the whole world in an instant.

Because of the sound of running, he ran in a daze, and when he stopped again, he didn't know where he was. Raising his hand to wipe his eyelashes, he saw that he was in a long street, and now he was standing under the eaves of a shop.

It was only after he stopped that he felt that he couldn't breathe, and the side of his cheek was also burning and hurting.

The person next to him was also gasping for breath, and the monk looked at it, it was none other than the lady who was molested just now.

When the monk looked at the lady, the lady also turned her head to look at him, although the rain wet her hair, and the bun and the hairpin on her head were loose due to running, but it did not damage her beauty at all.

The monk thinks about it, if the lady in front of him doesn't have such a good appearance, how can those men be happy.

Lian Yin panted while looking at the monk who came forward next to him, and saw that he looked good, but he was covered with wind and rain, and he thought that he should have come from somewhere else. What is the current situation, Lian Yin naturally knows in his heart, and after thinking about it, he has a little eyebrows, and he eased his breath and thanked the monk and said, "Thank you master for your help." ”

"Don't be polite, the poor monk didn't help much." The monk hurriedly folded his hands and saluted her, and there was a lot of shame in his words, he couldn't make a move at all, wasn't he still punched by others. Thanks to her running away with him, I'm afraid he would have suffered a little more.

Lian Yin said, "The master is merciful, and he stood up for righteousness and bravery, and he was punched because of it, no matter how you look at the master, he is a good person." It can be regarded as my master's love. ”

The monk hurriedly waved his hand, "The female benefactor is serious. ”

Lian Yin smiled, uncovered the matter, looked at the scars on the monk's cheeks, and said kindly, "The injuries on the master's face are always because of me, and I should be responsible, otherwise I will be uneasy." There is a medical hall not far ahead, so the master might as well go with me to deal with it. ”

The monk thought about it and did not refuse.

Lian Yin led the monk to the medical hall in front. After entering the medical hall, the monk found that whether it was an apprentice or a doctor in the medical hall, everyone recognized Lianyin, and they looked quite familiar, and they were full of smiles and kindness when they talked to her.

The wound on the monk's face was just a little bruise, and it only needed to be treated with some medicine.

Taking advantage of the doctor's efforts to take medicine, Lian Yin asked curiously, "Is the master here?"

The monk said yes.

Lian Yin asked again, "Where did the master come from?" ”

"Chang'an." The monk replied honestly.

The doctor who gave medicine to the monk sighed and joined the words, "Now Your Majesty has ordered the monks and nuns of all monasteries to return to the laity, and a while ago I saw that the people of the government were detaining a large number of monks and nuns, and ordered them to return to the laity. There were many disobedient people along the way, and several died for it. ”

When the monk heard this, there was a pain in his eyes. The eyes that are already full of compassion are even more compassionate.

This move is really a legal difficulty for the Buddha, but the monk is really powerless except to be silent. (To be continued.) )