The old monk smiled slowly: "Speaking of this strange man, he is now ancient. I used to meet him, but now I can't say whether this strange man is evil or good. Talking about the story of my meeting with him, I still have palpitations like a dream when I think about it. ”

When the old monk said this, the people at the table paid special attention, and Aunt Li Xuan and the leopard sister were even more anxious, and they almost wanted to say: "Say it quickly, my Buddha." ”

The old monk still couldn't forget the wine in front of him, and he tilted his neck and swallowed a glass of belly, and smacked the taste on his mouth before he slowly spoke: "The old monk's Dajue Temple, the small place is called Huangniu Gorge, which is a river mouth. Dajue Temple is on the higher ground of Huangniu Gorge, sitting at the gate of the mountain, and you can see the cargo ships and passenger ships coming down from the upper stream every day. Since Huangniu Gorge is an important port, there is also a little trade along the river, and there are also hotels and lodging hotels where merchants used to stay. Sometimes the wind is tight and the current is strong, and many passing ships often anchor in Huangniu Gorge, which is as lively as a big town.

One year, there was a flash flood in the upper stream, coupled with the continuous wind and rain for several days, the boat boss did not dare to take risks, and the boats on the river were particularly scarce. Unexpectedly, on this day, suddenly swirling from the upper rapids, a large passenger ship floated down like an arrow. In this way, the rapids of the river actually sped up, and there was a cloth sail on the bow, but the boss of the ship with the bow and stern at the helm was completely gone. People on both sides of the strait were clamoring, and everyone shouted in unison: 'Look, look!'

It turned out that everyone was exclaimed that on the sail on the bow of the ship, there were several bloody human heads hanging on top of each other, and a few words were written on the sail. It's a pity that the river is like a galloping horse, and when everyone shouts 'look, look, look', the strange boat has already flown past, and it is impossible to see what is written on the sail. It drifted straight to the place of Sandouping at the lower station of Huangniuxia, and was intercepted by the boat owners along the river, and the local officials checked and arrested the murderer, and then it spread all over the ears of the people along the river.

It turned out that the strange ship was full of gold beads and treasures, and all seven strong men on board were killed, and the cabin was covered with blood, and the corpses were stacked in the cabin like slaughtered pigs and sheep. The corpses were stabbed with a gossip on their thighs, and there were many blades scattered on the deck, as if they had been killed by the murderer after a fierce battle.

The most strange thing is that the head is cut off with a knife on the neck, and there are no other scars on the body. It was as if the seven strong men, though they tried to resist, were restrained by the murderers, cut off their heads one by one, and hung them on their sails. Dipped in blood and written on the sails: 'Kill the murderer first, and then get rid of the giant, and the ill-gotten gains in the cabin should be treated as a good deed by a just gentleman, and the reckless one will die.' 'A few lines of blood.

When this bloody tragedy reached the ears of the old monk, he knew that this was an act of vendetta in the spiritual cultivation world. But it's too miserable and spicy!And the gossip mark on the deceased's leg is a kind of secret organization after the Netherworld Sect disappeared. This group of party members did all kinds of evil, but they also died innocently, but what kind of people killed seven people?"

When the old monk said this, someone had already filled the wine glass for him, and he put the wine glass to his lips, and then shook his head and said: "What a strange thing! A boatload of jewels and the lives of seven strong men, but no one led the corpse to lead the ship, and the official face was busy for a while and could not find out the whereabouts. Because the boat was intercepted by the boat owners in Sandouping, the first household in Sandouping raised donations to buy coffins for the bodies of seven strong men. The jewelry and property are temporarily stored by the government office, and after the facts of the case are ascertained, they will be disposed of. After the first household in Sandouping collected the seven nameless corpses, he invited the monks and monks to do the water and land dojos in batches to cross the soul.

Sandouping was originally very cold, but this time it caused a sensation and was lively for a while. The monks of our Dajue Temple were also invited to confess by the first household of Sandouping, and they named the old monk to go out in person. The old monk has presided over the Dajue Temple for many years, and usually has a little contact with the local gentry near the left, and he asked me to go by name, but he didn't care. But I can't remember who the head of Sandouping is. People have always inquired, only to know that there are several wealthy families in Sandouping, but this time it is a big family surnamed Zuo as the head, and he is very serious about this matter. At the moment, he promised to come and stipulate that he would lead the monks the next day and go to Sandouping to worship King Liang for one day.

Early the next morning, he led more than 20 monks of the temple to walk towards Sandouping with the prayer instrument. Halfway down the road, because of the April weather, everyone was a little thirsty, so they sat down in the tea shed on the side of the road, ready for everyone to drink a bowl of tea, quench their thirst and then walk. I walked into the tea shed and saw a scrawny old nun sitting in the shed, wearing a brown robe and neat socks and grass shoes underneath. With his eyes closed, his head down, and a whisk of dust on his lap, he seemed to be napping there.

When I think about it, there is a nun in the middle of the ordinary monk, although it is a Longzhong old nun, I also feel that it is a little inappropriate. I was trying to urge the monks to drink early and leave early. Suddenly, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl flashed into the outside of the tea shed, although she was wearing an ordinary coarse cloth dress, her natural appearance was bright, and her eyebrows were heroic, and she could see the difference between her steps. I was surprised, but when I saw the little girl come into the shed, I went to the old nun, and seemed to whisper a few words in the old nun's ear. The old nun still closed his eyes and hung his head, but he said, 'You only remember what I say, and do not do anything for yourself, and do not meddle in your own affairs.' ’

As the old nun spoke, the little girl next to me glanced at me. He smiled slightly: "After living so big, you have to see things clearly before you dare to stretch out your hand!" The old nun shouted again: "Mouthy!" slowly stood up, and the little girl paid for the tea. Lao Ni put one hand on the little girl's shoulder, and the other hand held the dust, trembling out of the tea shed, walking towards the side of Sandouping, never opening his eyes. It is difficult to determine whether he is blind or not. But when an old man and a young person answer each other, and the little girl's expression, I always feel a little different.

We then paid for the tea and walked to Sandouping, where someone led us to the house of the rich man surnamed Zuo. Sure enough, it looks like a big family, but the house is very special, a very decent tiled house, but it is built behind a dangerous rock by the river. Although the Tibetan wind gathers qi, but there is only this house alone, there are no neighbors nearby, and there is no way to find it for a while. There is a tiger skin stone wall around the house, and there is a bamboo forest along the wall, which looks so gloomy. After entering the fence and walking a section of the road with bamboo forests on both sides, I saw the thick Shikutai Gate. Entering the door is a sandy open space, and after walking through the clearing, I enter a row of halls and houses, and many houses are connected to it.

We began the work of confession in the hall, and we do not know what will happen next. This rich man didn't show up, and there were really a lot of people who were running around, all of them were strong men. The antiques, calligraphy and paintings furnished in the hall are also available, but they are arranged out of place, and it seems that the owner is by no means elegant.