He nodded, his eyes half-closed, as if he were a little tired, and recalled:

"The monk traveled all over the ancient temples in Fuso, and then went to Goryeo, and then went to the Great Song Dynasty, and took the boat of our Siming Wang's family, I was also idle at that time, and I heard him say a few things about what he had seen and heard in the three places, and he was indeed well-informed, so he also mentioned that I had been doing business in the East China Sea since I was fourteen years old, although I had not been to Heian Capital, but I had also heard of one or two Fuso Buddhist temples along the coast of Kyushu and Shikoku, so I also talked about it......"

Of course, she knew that although their Siming Wang family believed in protecting the sea Guanyin, after all, he was a person who entered the Wang family's family science at the age of six to study, and he still preferred to believe in the admonition of "Zi Bu is silent and strange and chaotic".

He never entered the monastery unless he had to.

It was already unusual to live in the Puyuan Temple, so I met a wandering monk.

“…… It was my shallow knowledge, that year I heard the monk say that there is a Zhuma Temple on the edge of Kyushu Island, although it was established by the missionary monks of China in the late Tang Dynasty, and now it is a thousand-year-old temple, but it is still difficult to preach in the Yazhu Mountain. ”

His voice was obscure and dark, as if it came from the unknown depths of antiquity, and even she, who was accustomed to smoking Buddha incense in the house, couldn't help but listen.

"I couldn't help but be surprised, so I asked why, but he refused to say more, because you had been in that temple for three years, and I naturally became curious, so I asked again and again, and invited him to eat a high-quality vegetarian meal in the temple for a few days, until I mentioned that my wife, who had not passed through the door, had lived in that temple and worshiped the Buddha, and he opened his mouth......"

He finally rolled his eyes and landed his gaze on hers.

She couldn't help but feel the inquiry and question in his eyes, since he got married in the Great Song Dynasty three years ago, every time he went back to Tangfang, every time he saw her, she could find such questions in his eyes.

She didn't understand why.

"I listened to the monk and learned that there are hundreds of Fusang villages in the Baili Mountains of Yazhu Mountain, although their land is the property of Zhuma Temple, and there are monks and officials who go to collect grain every year, but because they are located in the deep mountains, they are not connected to the outside world, even Buddhism cannot be taught, so there is a custom in these villages that has been inherited for many years......

As he spoke, he couldn't see the answer on her face, so he turned his head and saw the green and low mountains of Yazhu Mountain in the distance behind the house.

The bronze bell of the Buddha seal in Zhuma Temple is still flashing in the setting sun.

"I only then learned that every year during the Spring and Autumn Festival of Fuso, Fuso men and women within a radius of 100 miles from Yazhu Mountain will gather together, and in the three days and three nights of the festival day, regardless of blood and distance, regardless of the usual ethics, they will mate and ......mate in the darkness of the woods."

Hearing this, her heart skipped a beat, and even she heard the loud porphy tom herself.

Wang Shiqiang obviously felt it too, he suddenly stood up from the porch, his eyes fierce, staring at her.

"Weak-hearted?"

He had never stepped into the courtyard again, and with the strength he had trained over many years of sailing, he grabbed her right shoulder and dragged her to the front with such force that he almost crushed her shoulder.

"You say—"

His voice seemed to come out between his teeth.

"Say what!?"

She quickly came back to her senses, regained her composure, and frowned as she could not break free, and looked back in pain, his not handsome but handsome but elegant countenance had been distorted by the anger that had been hidden for a long time.

He stared at her, but fortunately he was not so confused that he roared loudly, and knew that he had to lower his voice, and asked word by word in her ear:

"You say, are you—"

"What are you!?"

She sank her face, where was she willing to pull with him like this - seeing that he couldn't make sense, she unceremoniously followed the technique that the third Ji Chenhu had taught her before, her left hand was in the shape of a hand knife, and with a strong knife, it cut heavily on the soft tendon of his wrist, and she also lowered her voice.

"Don't you know how to talk well?"

The look on his face twitched, obviously it was already extremely painful, but he still refused to let go, but worked harder, after all, he was not a weak scholar, so that she was just a woman's strength trained by digging the river and opening a workshop many years ago, and there was no way to show it at all.

Over the years since the opening of the workshop, she has only followed the residents, obeying the arrangement of the third brother Ji Chenhu during the off-season of business every year, and practicing every day.

"Didn't you hear the monk say that it was Fusang in the deep mountains? They are uncivilized barbarians! I'm not! ”

She was angry in her heart, but she could only explain it to him. The tone is also a little unstable.

"You're not?"

He gritted his teeth and stared at her, carefully watching her expression change, refusing to let go of the slightest abnormality,

"You're not in a hurry, what's the matter? The monk said that the sacrifice day is the spring and autumn sacrifices, isn't it the day of planting in spring and harvesting grain in late autumn? Do you think I don't know that the monks of Zhuma Temple go to the villages to collect grain every year in the autumn festival? Do you think I don't know that the money you used to build the workshop in the first place was obtained by you smuggling grain? Did you bribe the monks and officials in the Zhuma Temple to collect grain from these Fusang mountain people at a low price? ”

He finally couldn't control it anymore and scolded angrily:

"Young lady! Green Lady! You say, haven't you ever told me the truth? It's a shame that I've been devoted to you all those years—"

She was also upset, but when she heard his voice getting higher, she immediately knew that it was not good, where was she willing to let him be angry and alarm the people in the backyard and outside the courtyard, she first stabilized her mind, and replied categorically, saying:

"Why did Wang Gangshou say this, since I asked you to know you, I have not deceived you in this matter."

After that, taking advantage of his momentary ease, she immediately slashed at his right wrist with a hand knife, and when he was in pain, she reached out without hesitation, grabbed the numb tendon on her right little arm through her sleeve, and twisted her two fingers hard.

He finally snorted, ignoring the anger in his heart, pushed her away, and took a step back.

"Don't Wang Gangshou know that he is the son of everyone? Such a faux pas will be laughed at in Tang Fang. ”

She rubbed her shoulders angrily.

She was tired like a dog in her previous life, and she never fell in love once, she met Wang Shiqiang at the age of fourteen in this life, and fell in love at the age of sixteen, and she knew that his temperament was hard, and she sometimes had no one else around, and a person said a few words to the young monk from the temple or the young Song Shang in Dongfang, so that he knew, and he would be angry and quarrel.

There's no way she's messing around behind his back.

As for before the age of fourteen, in the Zhuma Temple......

"Do you want to say that you didn't go to collect grain on the day of the sacrifice?"

Hearing her categorical denial just now, he finally calmed down for half a minute, with a cold face, rubbing his arms and asking rhetorically.

She looked directly at him and replied:

"I did participate in such a festival—"

When his face was about to change, she said directly and clearly,

"Collecting grain is a good errand, when I was ten years old, because I could write Chinese characters and settle accounts, I followed the monk officials to start collecting grain and keeping accounts, and the monks who went to collect grain were not outsiders, most of them were also the children of the village chief, sent to the temple to be a temple slave, and then there were smart people who learned to recite Chinese characters and Buddhist scriptures, and they could be monks. Because Master Kongming asked them to take care of me, they told me to stay in the house and not come out before I went-"

She spoke very fast, and the words were clear, Wang Shiqiang listened to her talk about the things in the Zhuma Temple in an orderly manner, and then remembered that year when he heard about it, he was angry and immediately sent his henchmen to cross the sea to Fusang, they bypassed Tangfang and entered the Ma Temple to inquire about the content of the report, and what she said was not much different, but the monk and her went to the village together, they couldn't find out.

What they repay is that the monks and temple slaves who collect grain have been bored in the temple for a long time, and they will take the opportunity to participate in the festival.

Although he was already angry at that time, three years later, now that I think about it, he really lost his sense of proportion at that time.

He should have come back and asked her in person.

The anger in his eyes faded.

"I'm asking if you've ever been to the festival, so tell me clearly."

After all, he is a person who is very deep in the city, and he has long been accustomed to thinking calmly about everything, and the anger just now is because when he was with her, he was only twenty years old, because he was busy with family affairs and had no one to admire, and she was just the first love when he was a teenager and it was unforgettable.

After the most angry moment, his temper softened, and he arched his hand in apology, and took another step back, standing in front of the porch, his eyes still looking at her.

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