This is the difference between a wealthy family and a scholarly family, which is not surprising, but there is one thing that caught my attention: in the middle of the hall, on the portrait of the official and the lord, there is a bronze mirror engraved with gossip hanging high. Small households, the door hangs the gossip to ward off evil and oppression, which is very ordinary, if this kind of gossip is also hung in the middle of the hall of a large family, it will feel unbearable.

But what I pay attention to is not the question of vulgarity, I look at the gossip in the hall, and I can't help but think of the gossip on the legs of the tragic death of seven strong men. At that time, it was nothing more than a glimpse of my heart, and I worshiped the Buddha and confessed. As usual, the homework has been completed, and it will be late, so I will pack up the prayer tools and leave. Unexpectedly, at the time of their farewell, the servants said, 'The master has just returned from another place, and he is very grateful to hear that the old abbot Fa Jia has come in person. It is rare to have this opportunity, please ask the abbot to stay for a while, and the master will come out to accompany him immediately. ’

I think the benefactor is so humble that he will not resolutely retire. Fortunately, at this point of travel, as soon as he entered the night walk, he was refreshing, so he asked the monks to go back to the temple first. As soon as they had gone, the master sent people to invite me to the inner courtyard, and I had no choice but to follow in, and when I turned the hall, a neat courtyard appeared. A tall man in his fifties with thick eyebrows, deep eyes, bald and square jaws, arched his hands, descended to greet him, followed by several young men with exposed edges, all lean, also well-dressed, smiling and clenching his fists.

As soon as I saw these donors, my heart moved, no need to ask, these donors must have martial arts. Everyone was humble, walked into the house, and sat down in the central hall.

Zuo Shizhu's humility is really rare, he couldn't say a few words, and immediately set up a neat table of vegetarian feasts. As if I had pre-prepared a stop, I sat at the top of the seat, and I didn't know where to inquire about it, knowing that I was not afraid of the contents of the cup, so I opened the whole jar of wine in front of me and poured it into the glass like water. I was flattered, and I was a little drunk by this left benefactor, a left and a right. Although we eat ten squares, but we are loved for no reason, and we are also a little uneasy, although we are a little uneasy, I don't know that these glasses of wine are not easy to bear.

When I waited for the inside and outside lamps, a few huge candles were lit on the table, which made my face a little hot. How do you know that at this moment, the Zuo donor clasped his fists at me again and again, and said: "The old abbot is a master in the world, and he doesn't tell lies in front of real people. Speaking of which, the old-timers have heard a little about it, and the bald old left of "Soul Chasing Tai Sui" is below. ’

It didn't matter what he said, I almost dropped my glass on the ground.

It's not that I'm afraid that he is famous and good at martial arts, but I regret that I am too confused, how can I drink to this devil's house. On the surface, he couldn't help but perfunctory him, and said in a panic: "Fortunately, I will be lucky, when Sanxiang Qize mentioned Soul Chasing Tai Sui, which one didn't give a thumbs up." Bald Lao Zuo was complimented by me, his face was transparent, and he immediately lifted the wine jug and poured me a glass. When he didn't report the number, I drank very well, and now he poured it for me, and the very fragrant wine immediately turned into poison. I can't drink it!"

When he said this, Sang Qiang Weng laughed, lifted the wine jug on the table, filled it for him, and said with a smile: "This cup is also poison, do you want to drink it?"

The old monk laughed and said, "What you invited me to drink is a real poison, and I will pour it down with my neck straight." Unbelief. And lo and behold!" he raised his glass and drank it with a snort. Everyone laughed.

The old monk said again: "Jokes are jokes, I really couldn't sit still at that time.

Because this bald old man Zuo had committed a taboo in the spiritual cultivation world, his hands were full of blood. I never imagined that he would disappear for several years and appear in Sandouping, ostensibly pretending to be a rich man, but secretly not knowing what to do? Thinking of the seven strong men who died tragically on the strange boat, he actually invited monks to hire Taoists, transcended the soul of the dead, and lived in such a secluded place by the river, as well as the gossip hanging in the hall, and a series of questions, all of which were footnotes to his secret behavior. And when I remembered it, I met the old nun and the little girl halfway and said a few words, which seemed to have something to do with him.

On this whim, the wine he drank turned into a cold sweat and came out of his back. The most terrible thing is that he must have a good intention in treating me so kindly. When I drink it, it's like I'm short, so I'm really sad. When I was sad, the soul-chasing Tai Sui Bald Lao Zuo said to me: 'Back then, when I was in the spiritual cultivation world, my brothers inevitably came to me, making it difficult for me to ride a tiger, so I made a lot of enemies. So in the past few years I swore to wash my hands of gold and live here, to keep to myself and repent of my past mistakes. I have heard scholars often say that if a person is not at fault, he is a sage if he can change it. Those who chant Buddha also say to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. I was overjoyed to hear such a quote. So I tried my best to go down this path. ’

When he said it so amazingly, I secretly cursed in my stomach, "I said, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot'! What is the treasure of the boatload full of gold beads that was not slaughtered with a butcher's knife? When he saw that I did not compliment him, he sighed and said: "Who knows that it is not easy to be a good person."

I was hiding in such a place, and people came to my door, and I was very sad! From now on, I am willing to take refuge in the three religions and cut my family. I have been worshipping the old-timers for a long time to be enlightened monks, and it is better to choose the day than to hit the sun, so I will worship the disciples of the old-timers from now on, and ask the old-timers to be merciful and take in my disciples who have no interest. Since then, I have been hiding in Buddhism and reciting Buddhism wholeheartedly. Anyway, I really want to salute.

I was taken aback, and even said: 'Come slowly, come slowly, a family with flowers like the donor, the blessings are endless, and it is too late for others to envy it, but the donor says the words of the empty door.' It's the enemy who comes to the door, like the donor's martial arts, and the children are not ordinary people, the strong dragon is difficult to suppress the head snake, where are you afraid of him?' My words, even the agitation and damage, really moved a little bit of open fire. I don't know that he is cunning and cunning, arranges the steps, and wants me to throw myself into a trap.

When he heard what I said, he deliberately stomped his foot hard, sighed, and said, "What am I afraid of when the enemy comes to the door?" But I have washed my hands in a golden basin, and my ancestor has made an oath in front of my ancestors, and from now on I will seal the sword, and even my descendants will not be allowed to walk around in the spiritual cultivation world. If an enemy comes to the door, how can I break my blood oath and use a sword and a rod with someone who comes? If I am killed with my hands tied, there is no reason for the world to do so. It was a coincidence, a few days ago, there was a boat with seven lives, and it was intercepted by the Sandouping boat owner. I have been doing good deeds everywhere in the past few years, and at first I thought that the spiritual cultivation world was a vendetta. When I gave up the coffin to do good, the monk crossed the road, went to the riverside to look at each other and decorate the funeral, and saw that the seven heads were actually my old brothers. A shipload of jewels was taken away by the official and was not seen. ’