On the other side of the river, the lights in the town at the foot of the mountain gradually faded, a thick fog floated on the river, the starlight faded, except for the beeping fire, which still illuminated the dry grass of Fang Yuanzhangxu, and it was already pitch black in all directions.

The old monk sat with his eyes closed, and the wrinkles on his face were reflected more and more deeply by the firelight. Bu An stared at him for a while, thinking about what kind of Buddhist magic power would this old monk cultivate if he was really a master.

If you can't see through the safety of the road ahead, it won't be fate; if you are afraid of encountering a bad person, it is not like a leak that can influence the wicked; if you go out to ride a donkey, your divine realm can be eliminated; you can't even see through whether a boatman has harmful intentions, and probably not because he has a good heart...... The remaining two kinds of Buddhism are just ears and eyes, and they are really useless.

Although Bu An has no ill will towards this old monk, he knows that the heart of guarding against others is indispensable, so he is a little relieved.

He wasn't sleepy for the time being, so he let Su Su sleep for a while, and after sitting for a long time, he was a little bored, added two dry firewood to the fire, and said leisurely: "Master, I think your way to make this cross is actually not safe at all." ”

The old monk opened his eyes and asked curiously, "Why don't you take insurance?"

"If I cross the river first, and the master waits at the ferry, even if the boatman thinks badly of me, he is afraid that the master will see me. But once I cross the river, I will definitely fly away, and the boatman will come to pick up the master again, won't no one be watching?"

The old monk grinned, shook his head, and said: "The benefactor is fresh and angry, the old monk is poor and thin, how can the villain not come to harm you, but to harm me? Besides, the mountains are high and the road is far away, even if the old monk sees him harming people, where can he go to report to the official?"

Bu An nodded, feeling that the old monk was really right, although his autumn clothes were not luxurious, but after all, they were new clothes, the people were young, and the horses also looked spirited, just like a big fat sheep specially prepared for thieves.

It seems that the clothes will have to be soiled, and the horses will be sold for two donkeys.

While pondering, the old monk suddenly sighed: "Little donor, do you know why the old monk is so desperate?"

Without waiting for Bu'an to answer, the monk looked at the flames with a sad face and talked about the reason why he spared his life.

It turned out that this old monk was a child of a poor family in the town on the other side of the river when he was young, and he was born white and handsome when he was young, so he made a private agreement with the daughter of a big family in the town for life, but the woman's father not only did not agree to the marriage, but also injured his parents, he killed the big family surnamed Wang in a fit of anger, and fled to Lin'an Mansion to become a monk.

The monk finally couldn't let go, and rushed back to his hometown this time, firstly, to worship his parents, and secondly, to pay for his life to the family surnamed Wang. Therefore, the closer he got to his homeland, the more he feared death, for fear that he would not be able to repay the blood debt.

Speaking of this, the old monk closed his eyes and groaned, and after a long sigh, he fell back and lay down with his clothes.

Bu An held his hair in a daze, and said after a while: "I haven't heard of a family surnamed Wang in the town." ”

The old monk turned over, glanced at Bu'an, and then muttered: "It's been a long time, I'm afraid I'll move away......

Bu An was just a temptation, but when he saw his reaction, he guessed that he was not far from ten, and said with a smile: "The master is really afraid of death to the extreme!"

"This old life has to be kept to pay off the debt, of course I am afraid of death......" the old monk sighed.

Bu An was really amused by this monk, and couldn't help laughing: "The master wants to use this story in exchange for a good night's sleep, right?"

The old monk got up with a smile on his face: "How can the donor see it?"

"The boatman is from the town on the other side, thirty or forty years old, and if the master is also a townsman, he only needs to talk a few words, and say the names of one or two old people, so why not stop. Bu An shook his head and said: "Even if you are a heinous villain, after listening to the story of the master, I can't bear to embarrass you." ”

The old monk waved his hand and said, "You haven't seen the beauty of this story yet......

Bu An was reminded by him, and suddenly realized: "The master's story is about killing people when you are young and repenting when you are old...... If I believe it, I will feel that if I kill you for money at this time, I will regret it when I am old. ”

The old monk had a kind of joy when he met a fellow practitioner, and said with a smile: "The little donor let the scholar sleep first, but he came to talk to the old monk, isn't he afraid that the old monk will sleep until the second half of the night and come to the spirit, you can't deal with it!"

Sure enough, the master saw it. Bu An admired: "But why did the master say that it was my scholar?"

"During the day, you call him a brother, but he calls you son-in-law, how can a younger brother call his brother-in-law. The donor spoke elegantly, and carried a bow and a sword, so he was naturally a Confucian student. The old monk said.

Bu An'an said that this old monk not only had some Taoism, but also was really interesting, so he asked curiously: "The master was reluctant to get on the ferry boat before, didn't he also see some clues?"

The old monk looked at Bu'an with great interest, and said with a smile: "When the old monk came, the boatman waited at the ferry and asked him if he was waiting for someone, and he said no...... That's where the weirdness comes in. ”

"What the master said is extremely true, since he is not waiting for others, why wait for the desolate ferry here. Since he is a person from the town on the other side, he can stay on the other side. Someone shouted across the river when they begged to cross. Bu An nodded.

"That's one of them. The old monk seemed to be interested in taking the test Bu'an, and waited for him to add with a smile.

Bu An pondered for a moment and said: "The ferry port is desolate, I'm afraid there is not much business, there is an old man who ferries to make a living, it is reasonable, a middle-aged boatman, there is something wrong." ”

"This is the second one. ”

“...... The boatman saw that you and I could not argue, so he propped up the boat and left, as if he had lost patience, but when he thought about it, he went so decisively, more like he was annoyed and angry after being seen through the evil thoughts. He couldn't bear to leave you and me in this desolate place, firstly, he had no good thoughts, and secondly, it was also evident that he did not care about the fare for crossing the river. ”

"This is the third. ”

"And?" Bu An said in surprise.

The old monk shook his head and said with some disappointment: "This person's right hand is cocooned, and he is used to holding swords and blades. ”

"Isn't it also cocooned to support the boat all year round?" Bu An said puzzled.

The old monk made a gesture of holding the boat, then spread out his left hand and said, "But why doesn't his left hand have a callus?"

Bu An was embarrassed to say that he didn't pay attention to this person's hands at all, and arched his hand and said sincerely: "The master is observant and insightful, and the younger generation really admires it!"

The old monk replied: "The little benefactor is too humble, when the old monk is your age, I am afraid that he is not even half as smart as you." The three-step poem is indeed worthy of its name. ”

Bu An's scalp was numb when he heard this, his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "He has a heart?!"

The old monk said with a smile: "The white wooden bow of the little donor is engraved with the handwriting of the He family of Yuezhou, and he wears a jade pendant on his chest...... Tu Liangyi's nephews are not as old as the little benefactor, since they are from Yuezhou, they must be the disciples of Tianmu Tu Yao's novices. ”

Bu An touched his chest, only to find that he was roasted hot by the fire, and inadvertently opened his clothes, revealing most of the jade pendant outside.

"If the master recognizes me, why should he think of me as a villain?" he wondered.

The old monk hesitated for a moment and sighed, "Little donor, there are freshly stained blood stains on the mouth of your sword scabbard. ”

Only then did Bu An know what the fate of this old monk was-no wonder he could even see the cocoon on the boatman's hand clearly, it turned out to be a Tianyan Buddha cultivator. "I killed a wicked man. He was worried that Tianyan Tong Buddha would be able to see the difference between animal blood stains and human blood, so he simply said calmly.

The old monk smiled: "The little donor doesn't need to explain, you listened to the story of the old monk, and still didn't have the slightest distraction, so naturally you felt that the person should be killed." ”

Bu An rolled his eyes, feeling that the old monk's scheming was too deep, and snorted lightly: "Master, people are too smart and have no friends." ”