"Withered!"

The ragged beggar in the corner of the wall, there was a loud begging sound in the hungry deep recessed stomach, I don't know if the voice of the silver fan was too loud, or if he was really hungry and panicked, the ragged beggar did not resist, and rolled several times on the rain-soaked blue brick street, and when he touched the poetry and scripture of the black-clothed scholar, he propped up his feet and woke up.

The bookstand of the Book of Poetry was impacted, swaying from side to side, and it took a long time for the beggar in the ragged shirt to straighten it up, and soon he was attracted by the ingots on the side of the chessboard, buried in the bottom of the broken blue bricks in the sewage, and the ten taels of snowflake silver glowing with rain and dew.

His eyes were as sharp as that of a vulture lurking in a deep ravine, and he was lying on the ground, his hands and feet were close to the ground, and his body was humble, like a hungry toad, he found the bedbug in the thatched house, pounced on it, and then fished out a precious thing called "money" out of the stinking ditch.

The beggar in a ragged shirt, with a big dirty hand full of calluses, shook off the stinky sewage of snowflakes and silver, and sassafras on his tattered chest linen shirt, the water traces have not yet dried, and he can't care about the smell of dirty water of silver, and he puts it on his mouth with joy and bites hard, his gums are a little painful, and after finding out that it is real silver, he protects the silver in the palm of his hand like a scrooge, for fear that someone will compete with him!

Then, he looked at the black-clothed minister, and saw that the black-clothed scholar only chuckled and did not speak, so he quickly put the silver into his arms, like a thief who stole the rice of the second widow next door, happy and sad.

But he knew that the black-clothed man would not care about him!

Isn't chuckling just nodding your head, and not talking is acquiescence?

"Are you looking for someone? I'm a parasitic Baixiao belly worm in Wu'an City, up and down this Wu'an City, I know whose big yellow dog is with which little jackal!"

In return, the ragged beggar is ready to be a guide to show his irreplaceable special value in the world.

But as soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it, because he noticed something strange around him!

The dead lone traveler, the scholar with a spear, the painter in the coffin! and the black-clothed scholar who often asked him to play chess, for the first time, did not invite him to play chess again!

Therefore, he was very afraid, and his body trembled uncontrollably!

"Yes, we're looking for something precious, like the sunlight buried deep in the ground in the night, or the green mud flying in the air!"

The black-clothed man just laughed and said something that was difficult for ordinary people to understand!

When the ragged beggar heard this, his heart was shocked, he knew that the black-clothed scholar in front of him was no longer the crazy scholar they thought he was on weekdays, he was like the city lord of Wu'an City, or the cultivator of the scattered bandits, he was a god-man monk who could open mountains and crack rocks and fly to the sky.

Embarrassed and wry with a wry smile, in order to hide his helplessness and lack of eyes, the beggar in a ragged shirt reached out and touched the snowflake silver full of temptation in his arms, and when he reached halfway, his eyes turned very quickly, and for a long time, he was still not willing to take out the silver, smiled vaguely, and lied:

"A few gods and masters, those things you are talking about are all divine things, maybe they are only in the heavenly palace! However, I heard that there is a thousand miles of wasteland on the side of Sixiang Mountain to the north, where there are no grass and barren, where there are hundreds of ghosts from time to time, the soil becomes essence, turning into a heavenly god fairy or a phoenix blue bird, and performing a mud man dance in the air, I don't know whether it is true or not!"

Greed prevailed over reason, his expression changed, he forced his composure, and the ragged beggar had made up his mind not to return the money. These, the small money squandered by the lone man at will, and the dirty and stinky money that the black-clothed man disdained, are the treasures of the world in the eyes of beggars, which can not only be ridiculed, but also longevity!

"Money is more important than life!" said silently in the heart of the beggar in tattered shirts, in order to dissolve his guilt of lying easily under the three-foot god!

After listening to the beggar's words, the black-clothed scholar seemed to have some thoughts and feelings, and took the silver fan scholar and the young man who stepped on the coffin, turned into a streamer, and went to the Sixiang Mountain in the north.

A powerful person once said: The fire of the original is burned out of glory, and the grass is barren, and there is vitality!

The three of them didn't go because of the beggar's words, but the green mud contained vitality, and the rain and dew were hidden in the air, and the person they were looking for might be reborn in the barrenness, like the sun in the night, like the green mud in the sky!

I don't know if they can find it!

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The sky is slightly bright, the dawn is breaking, and the rain has not stopped!

The beggar woke up from the faint light, and beside him was a box of silver-shining snowflakes of silver, and the silver and white silver were enough to weigh ten thousand taels, so heavy that he could not hold them, and vulgarly slapped himself ten times, and after confirming that it was not a daydream, the beggar in a tattered shirt shouted to the sky:

"I want to become a rich man! I want to help Xinghualou, the Oiran Liu Lianxue of Yihong Courtyard redeem herself, and then marry Mrs. Sanfang, no, I want to buy the Guibei Building in Wu'an City first, I want to do business, be a big businessman on the rich side, marry Liu Lianxue, the top brand of Yihong Courtyard, with a high profile, and then remarry Mrs. Sanfang!"

The spring rain is like a shu, wearing the wind and dew, swaying the direction, and also confusing the dirty old eyes of the beggar in a ragged shirt...

Under the walls of the dwelling, the weak sparrow, whose wings were drenched in the cold window, had rested after a night's stop, and its shriveled belly was wrapped in fluff, and the fluff on its body had long since dried and shiny, making it look like a well-fed, moving, round little ball.

Its wings are also stiff, and it can shuttle and fly back and forth under the eaves, and the sharp beak of the bird does not know where to get a full flower color insect, pecking at the green bricks, dusting off the spring mud sticking to the beak horns, maybe it is full of food, and it is no longer afraid of the fog and rain before dawn, the little sparrow flapped its wings, braved the rain, and returned to the nest.

The clouds and rain are still there, the black-clothed Xiangshi flew away, and the little sparrow also flew away!

"Yes, they all flew away, like the monks of the gods!" the little girl looked at the night sky where the clouds and rain were still there, and muttered to herself in her heart, something precious in her smart eyes.

Her throat was a little hoarse, and after a night of clouds and rain, her already thin body became even weaker, and she sneezed coldly, looking at the little wolf in her arms who was still wailing in pain, making the last striving.

Dongfang Weiming, the little girl's eyes began to move, flashing with the dawn of hope, as if she saw something more than reading and writing that made her change her original intention.

Finally, her thin right hand picked up the rain-stained cutlass and took a look at the wailing little wolf in her arms, and the last trace of pity flashed in her immature eyes.

Click!

Blood gushed out, splashing all over her torn shirt, and also diluted the last trace of kindness in her life in the night rain, washed away, twilight, the little girl took the bloody little wolf head, indifferently, resolutely walked into the house to shelter from the rain!

Granny Gu said:

They came from the Tang Dynasty in Middle-earth, which was a perfect country, with a gentleman's home, who only spread benevolence and righteousness, and could not only read and write, but also cultivate to become gods!

Liming is a good seedling for cultivation, as long as it is carved a little or not, it will become a beautiful jade in the future.

The flowers in the Tang Dynasty are in full bloom all year round, Gu old man, will be picked four times a year, spring flowers and autumn moon, summer rain and winter frost, once in each season.

The books in the Tang Dynasty are all-encompassing, the old man Gu, he will go on a pilgrimage every ten years, the ancient scriptures, the soul book, and occasionally look at it!

The wine in the Tang Dynasty is as blessed as the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan, the old man Gu, every hundred years will brew a bottle of himself, the wind and snow night, the elk of Zhoushan, are among them!

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The dawn has broken and the rain has not stopped!

The bewitching monk at the top of the high-rise building took a sip of Fenghua Xueyue, the corners of his mouth exposed the mystery of the avenue of Zhoushan elk, reached out and lifted the light veil on the graceful woman's face, and kissed him affectionately and presumptuously on the face of the world: "Mu Hong, I am no longer a monk!"

Afterwards, the enchanting monk took out a rusty iron pen from the Three Treasures Zen staff and wrote on the open book of karma:

After fifteen years of karma, Ah Ye passed through Dali Wu'an, and met the number of deceased people!

After fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the old man of charcoal saw that Wuyi Xiangshi did not eat or drink all day, and he would definitely be hungry, so he had a good thought in the rain and fog, and gave the green onion and big pancake he wanted to bring back to his own children to Wuyi Xiangshi.

On a rainy night, the young son of the charcoal man lost a delicious meal in the world, but at the dawn of the next day, his charcoal father sent him to a private school in the small town with a piece of gold, where he also learned poetry, writing, and chess. It turned out that the illiterate and hungry charcoal old man still knew that spiritual wealth was the most beautiful food in the world.

Fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, a lone traveler rode through the wind and a fierce wolf on a rainy night, and made disrespectful remarks, probably because he liked to scold his mother or scolding people, because he was unfilial and unjust, he did not cultivate, offended the black-clothed minister, and went to hell, this is a small habit, but it has borne heavy consequences!

In the fifteenth year of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the beggar told a big lie for ten taels of snowflake silver, trying to deceive the Xiangshi, but the result was only to hide himself and deceive himself!

After taking 10,000 taels of silver, the beggar in a ragged shirt said that he wanted to do business, and he would be rich! It turned out that the beggar was greedy for money, not because he was forced by ridicule and poverty, but because human nature was greedy!

After fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, Granny Gu and Old Man Gu coerced and lured, and in the boundless dark night, under the drizzle of clouds and rain, they tricked a little girl named Liming into the Tang Dynasty of Middle-earth to maintain the way of heaven!

Fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the silver fan Confucianism killed a person, this person is his good brother, and he is also a lich! The witch clan has been suppressed thousands of years ago, and for some reason it will reappear in the world, presumably from the thirteen corpses in the ground, or it was deliberately released by someone with a heart, so the world is uneven!

Fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, Liming is a kind little beggar, she is very envious of the Wuyi Xiangshi who came to Wu'an City for fifteen days, the Wuyi Xiangshi can write at the age of thirty, will be able to tell fortunes, and will play chess, which is an unattainable dream of her life.

Later, Dawn gave up on this dream, because she finally killed the innocent wounded wolf and walked into an unknown night, but she could never get out of the known dawn again!

The dawn of Datang is very beautiful, she wrote a lot of words and played a lot of chess, but she fell into one beautiful night after another, and she could never get out of it, because she had long lost her ordinary original intention.

In the fifteenth year of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the black-clothed scholar was looking for someone to play chess, his chessboard was very large, and the chess pieces were very beautiful, because his chess path was too wide, and no monk dared to play against him. Ordinary people only regard him as a frustrated scholar, but they are both respectful and pitiful. Finally, there was a Confucian with a silver fan who dared to play against him, but that person's foundation was too shallow, his understanding was too poor, and he had little patience.

After fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the young man who stepped on the coffin passed by Dali to collect wind and paint, inscribed landscapes, and invited him to play in the name of looking for things to paint, but was rejected. The latter three went to the Four Elephants Wasteland together to find precious things, such as the sunshine hidden in the dark night, and the green mud flying in the air, but the result is unknown.

After fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the young man who stepped on the coffin was able to easily draw my portrait, and I was puzzled. It's just that his purple brush must be engraved with Buzhou Mountain, and I can clearly hear the familiar figure floating in the drawing board at the tip of the purple brush, otherwise, my karma and virtue spectrum will not be wide open.

After fifteen years of karma, in the small city of Wu'an, the black-clothed Xiangshi invited me to play, but I politely declined, but my karmic virtue spectrum went...