From Yuezhou all the way to the west, the surrounding farmland is gradually reduced, replaced by heavy mountains, the road is getting narrower and narrower, almost in the evening, a hundred zhang wide river traverses the eyes, the mist on the river lingers, the looming sampan boat, there is a fisherman who returns late is casting nets.

Su Su turned her head and asked, "Is this what Gongzi said about Fuchunjiang? ”

Bu An smiled and said: "I don't know if there are immortals, there should be a lot of ghosts." ”

Su Su suddenly became depressed. She had already heard Bu'an say along the way, and chose to come here to give her "courage" because the last little emperor of the previous dynasty fled from Jiangning to the area of Fuyang Tonglu, and 40,000 soldiers and civilians relied on the steep terrain on both sides of the Fuchun River to resist stubbornly, and was known as Fuchun Remnant Zhao in history.

"Zhao" is the name of the former dynasty, the first meaning of Fuchun remnant Zhao is self-explanatory, but the second meaning is a little bloody: the sunset afterglow is like fire and the color of blood, just like two hundred years ago when Liang Taizong exterminated the remnant Zhao, the fire burned the mountains, and the blood stained the scene of the Fuchun River.

In addition to the ancient battlefield rich in legends, it is also rich in unjust souls, Bu'an's divine soul cultivation is about to be promoted, and the ten or twenty ghosts who are poor have to find a place where there are sparsely populated but there are ghosts to catch, this is naturally the best choice.

At the moment, it is still the eighth day of the evil moon and nine yangs, Bu An pondered that he had to find a place to stay for two nights first, and when the evil moon rose, he would take Su Su into the mountain to "hit the ghost".

He dismounted and walked to the riverside, and asked the old fisherman in a loud voice if there was a place to stay nearby. The old man pointed to the lower reaches of the Fuchun River in the southwest, and then shook the oars away.

Is it so cold...... Bu An shook his head helplessly and rode back on his horse, and walked along the riverside path for about half an hour, only to see that at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the river, there was a small town with white walls and red tiles.

Su Su also saw the town, turned around and asked, "Childe...... I can't seem to get over it. ”

"Since there are people's homes, there should be a ferry nearby. As he spoke, Bu An urged his horse to go, and went around the foot of a mountain, and sure enough, he saw an inconspicuous ferry in the distance, and a small boat was moored.

He rode forward, and saw an old monk leading a donkey at the ferry, talking to the boatman wearing a hat. The old monk saw Bu'an and Su Su walk in, and said to the boatman with a smile: "Send the two donors across the river first, and then come back to pick me up before I am late." ”

Bu'an heard inexplicably, it was not early, this old monk was not in a hurry to cross the river, was it for the cost of crossing the river?

He didn't dare to be careless when he went out, so he kept an eye on it at the moment, and said with a smile: "The master came first, and my brother and I arrived later, so the master should cross the river first." ”

The old monk looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, thin, and his gray monk's robe was dirty, as if he had traveled a long way to come here. He clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "There are two donors, and there is only one old monk, the donor is waiting for the old monk first, and the old monk is waiting for the donor...... Since one person waits for two, two people should not wait for one...... Let's go first. ”

Bu An looked at the old monk who was smiling and groaning, and then looked at the middle-aged boatman who was holding his arms and looking up at the sky, and said in his heart What kind of thing is this, is the boatman and the old monk discussing to make money and kill him, or is the old monk looking at the boatman who wants to make money and kill him...... In short, something is wrong, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with making money and killing people.

He then shook his head and said: "The master goes first, and the juniors should wait for a while, how can there be a reason for us to go first and let the master wait." Or the master first. ”

The old monk waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, the old monk recites the scriptures every day, with a pure heart and few desires, it doesn't hurt to wait for a long time, the little donor is young, and there is no old monk's concentration, or the donor goes first." ”

Su Su was puzzled: "Wouldn't it be okay to go over together?"

The middle-aged boatman glanced at Bu'an and muttered, "There are many people, donkeys and heavy horses, and you can't pass ...... one trip."

"That's the two donors first. The old monk hurriedly said.

"Childe," Su Su turned her head and said, "Let's go over first......"

Bu Anxin said, you little girl is still inexperienced, this is obviously a pit, whether to cross the river or not is a trivial matter, not falling into the trap is the key, so he put Su Su aside and smiled at the old monk: "No, no, it's better for the master to go first." ”

"Donors go first......"

"Masters go first......

"Childe ......"

Bu An waved his hand at Su Su, signaling her not to make noise, but Su Su tugged at the corner of his clothes again, pointed at Jiang Shang and said, "Childe...... He propped the boat away. ”

Bu An and the old monk were stunned at the same time, and looked at the ferry on the river at the same time, only to see the middle-aged boatman pulling his throat and saying, "You are not in a hurry anyway...... Then let's cross the river again tomorrow!"

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It was already dark, and Bu'an sat in front of the fire, eating dry food, and couldn't help but glance at the old monk coldly.

The old monk also looked at him, and said with an innocent face: "The old monk has lived for seventy-two years, and it is natural to cherish his life, why are you so afraid of death at a young age?"

"You haven't lived enough for seventy-two years, master, I've only lived for more than ten years, can I live enough?" Bu An said angrily: "It's obvious that you arrived at the ferry first, but let me cross first, if you were me, I would also feel that there are ghosts in it!"

"Monks are compassionate and purify all sentient beings ......"

"Pudu, you big-headed ghost," Bu An rolled his eyes: "It's obvious that you are greedy for life and afraid of death, so don't pretend to be merciful until you see others crossing the river safely before you dare to get on the boat." ”

The old monk spread his hands and smiled: "When you go out, you must always be careful in everything." Since the old monk heard that there were those black-hearted ferrymen who overturned the boat when they sailed into the river, he no longer became a ferryman. ”

"Are you afraid that if you meet a black-hearted ferryman, you will let others try their lives?" Bu An asked rhetorically.

"The old monk doesn't know water, maybe the donor knows water...... the old monk was not angry at all, as if he was finding fun in his mouth.

"Childe, is this monk a bad person?" asked Su Su with a sudden glare.

Bu An was afraid that she would pull out her sword to stab the old monk's chest, so she hurriedly waved her hand and said, "A bad guy is not a bad person, at most a slut." ”

"Little donor, you're wrong...... the old monk said with a straight face: "Old monk, I will become a waste person if I fall into the water, and I may be able to save people if I stand on the shore." In the past, I gave up, and others gladly accepted it, but if I didn't meet the benefactor's suspicion today, the old monk wouldn't have to stay here to suffer from cold and starvation. ”

The old monk is not only greedy for life and afraid of death, but also very good at making up crooked reasoning. Bu An was laughed at by him, but he also knew that the monk was not all nonsense, and he really had to be careful in everything when he went out, for example, this monk was old, and there was a hint that he might be a Buddhist master who acted strangely, so it was enough to scold him for relieving his anger, whether he could turn his face or not, he broke half a piece of cake in his hand and handed it over: "I can't cross the river if I hurt you, don't you also make me unable to cross the river?"

"That's two clears. The old monk took the cake with a smile, chewed it slowly, wiped his mouth, and said, "What is the name of the little benefactor, where does it come from, and where is it going?"

Bu'an came to the Fuchun River to be struck by thunder, of course, he didn't want to tell the truth, if it was the people in the inn restaurant who asked, it was inevitable to make up a history, for this monk who had never met in his life, but he didn't need to be so troublesome, so he smiled and said: "People in the rivers and lakes, come from the rivers and lakes, go to the rivers and lakes...... What about the masters?"

The old monk said: "A monk in the temple, come from the temple over there, go to the temple over there...... It's not good, it's not as good as you say......"8)