Cloudy and sunny, Jiankang after the continuous rain is lively, many tea customers in the tea shop gathered together, excitedly discussing the current situation, the Zhou army who entered the Kou is now back in Jiangbei, Jiankang is safe. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if this kind of security is only temporary, but it also makes the people of Jiankang excited, everyone feels that Jiankang has a king's spirit, and no matter how rampant the Beiyu is, there is nothing to do, as for what to do in the future, then let's talk about it later.

On the street, pedestrians were in a hurry, and a sand gate walked slowly on the muddy street, the coarse cloth monk's robe had been washed white, and he looked like a monk in a dilapidated small temple, nothing special.

At the beginning of the year, the Zhou army came to the city, and the government recruited almost all people, including monks, nuns, and Taoist priests, to defend the city.

There are many temples in the city, so it is not surprising that there are many monks, but although the monks' clothes are shabby, the temperament is very special.

The appearance is delicate and the facial features are upright, the figure is slender and straight, if it is not for shaving off the troubles and wearing monk's clothes, and changing into a brocade dress and jade belt, it is a beautiful man, which is enough to attract the attention of the little ladies.

Like many others, he walked barefoot and dressed in clogs along the street, stopping to salute him when he saw the faithful saluting him, and then proceeded on his way, though the road was muddy, but he did not care about the staining of his feet, and his steps were as easy as a leisurely stroll.

Passing a street corner, he heard a commotion in the alley, and he stopped, listened for a moment, and then turned into the alley.

The sound came from a small courtyard not far from the entrance of the alley, which was very dilapidated, with no brick houses, only a few thatched huts made of wooden planks, and there was a slight smell of herbs coming from it, as if someone was sick.

Shamen came to the courtyard gate, the tattered courtyard door was hidden, he did not rush to push the door but sang a Buddha horn, after a while the courtyard door was opened, but it was a ragged, skinny young man, seeing that it was a monk, he quickly folded his hands and bowed.

"May I ask the donor, what happened in the courtyard?"

Shamen's voice was calm, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, and the young man hurriedly invited him in, led the other party to a thatched house, and introduced him as he went:

His brother was sick and had no money for treatment, so he endured for most of the month, and seeing that his condition was getting worse, the other companions were trying to figure out a way, and because of their different opinions, they quarreled.

"Ah Shang, will you heal?"

"Poor road will not." Sha Men replied truthfully that in this era, people called monks with honorific titles such as "Master", "Master" or "Ah Shang", and contemptuously called "Ah Bald", while most of the monks' self-titles were "poor Tao" rather than "poor monks".

The young man's eyes darkened when he heard this, but he still led the other party forward, although this monk would not be able to cure the disease, but if he could chant the sutra at the sickbed, maybe the elder brother could be blessed by the Buddha and be cured of a serious illness.

Approaching the hut, a violent cough came from inside the house, and the young man was about to push open the wooden door, but saw a man turn out, dressed in a shabby military uniform, with a scar on his face, and a leg that seemed to have been broken, and a wooden plank between them.

Seeing that the young man was about to say something, and seeing Shamen behind him, Scarface bowed and said with some embarrassment: "This avatar, we are shy in our pockets, really..."

"Donor, the poor road is not here to change fate." Shamen returned the salute without the slightest hint of annoyance, and the man was stunned for a moment, then turned back to his senses and stepped aside so that the other party could enter.

A smell mixed with the smell of medicine and musty, sweat and many other smells came to the nostrils, and there was a person lying on the couch in the room, describing a haggard complexion, and although the weather was hot, he was wrapped in a broken quilt.

There were several people standing on the side of the couch, all wearing shabby uniforms, with uneven heights, arguing about something, and when they saw a stranger coming in, they were stunned for a moment and then stepped forward: "Master, please save his life!" ”

"Donor, the poor road will not cure the disease."

"Ahh

Shamen ignored the disappointment of these people, went straight to the couch and sat down, and when he saw that the patient was dying, he said with some sadness: "This benefactor, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

"Well, we know too, just, just...."

Scarface suddenly turned around as he spoke, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, his voice choked, and everyone else was speechless, and the person on the couch coughed violently a few times, and struggled to say:

"Everyone... Don't worry about me..."

This sentence almost exhausted his strength, and seeing Scarface's face to let him stop talking and rest, he barely squeezed out a smile: "Cheng Er... I... I owe you a debt that I can only pay back in the next life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed violently again, and he struggled to say something, but he couldn't say it because of his poor breathing, and his face turned pale and looked extremely painful.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, but they saw Shamen holding his hand tightly and reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, his face gradually softened in the murmur, his eyes were closed, he didn't struggle anymore, he didn't seem to feel pain, and calmly faced the end of his life.

The other hand slipped down to the edge of the couch, no longer coughing or breathing, several men saw this, their eyes were red, but they did not cry, the thin young man pounced, lying on the body and crying:

"Brother! Brother! ”

The scene in front of him did not affect Shamen's chanting, and I don't know how long, after he finished reciting the scriptures, he gently put down the deceased's hand, got up and saluted everyone in the house: "Amitabha, this donor wants to come to the Western Bliss, and I also ask you donors to mourn, good, good..."

"Thank you, Master, thank you Master for exceeding..."

Everyone hurriedly saluted, and saw that this passing Shamen did good deeds for the deceased, and then said goodbye without saying a word, everyone was quite grateful, but they were shy in their pockets, and they really couldn't make up a decent thank-you gift.

"My Buddha is merciful, purifying all sentient beings, if you are interested, you can do more good deeds and accumulate virtue on weekdays."

Shamen was about to leave, when a man rushed forward, clasped the other's hand tightly and said, "Thank you, Master for overtaking my brother, I don't know what the name is?" Where is the jungle? Wu will repay him in the future. ”

The man was dressed in a military uniform, about twenty or thirty years old, with a sturdy figure, a face with vicissitudes of life, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and bright eyes, as if he was the leader of these people, Shamen smiled slightly: "Donor, the poor Tao is a monk, and he does not ask for repayment." ”

"Ah, it's Wu who is abrupt."

"Master Wu, please mourn."

Everyone watched Shamen leave, and one of them looked at each other's backs and said with some uncertainty: "This mage, I seem to have seen it in a temple in the city..."

There was no time to dwell on this issue, everyone began to talk about the future, they were shy in their pockets, and they had no way to bury their deceased companions, so they could only use a straw mat to roll up and choose a place to dig a pit and bury it in the cemetery outside the city.

Scrape together money to buy some memorial things and burn them in front of the grave, and then set up a wooden plaque to write the date of birth and death and the name, which has to be written by someone, because everyone is illiterate, and it costs money to invite people, which is a lot of money.

"the government! said that there would be a reward for killing the enemy, and everyone risked their lives to fight with the northern captives, and it was easy to retreat, but the reward was delayed! Otherwise, where will the fifth child have no money for treatment, and he will drag it out alive..."

Scarface couldn't say anything after he said it, and kicked away the broken wooden barrel in the courtyard with one kick, the other people were angry, and the atmosphere at the scene was a little depressing, and the man at the head sneered: "If the government is reliable, how can we fall to such a state?" ”

Picking up the young man who was crying with swollen eyes, he looked at everyone present: "We don't have a home anymore, and it's not as good as a dog to beg everywhere, so we go into battle to kill the enemy in order to eat a meal, and now the brothers are together to break out of a way to live." ”

"The government can't be relied on at all, only we can rely on ourselves, bury the fifth child first, and then it depends on the situation."

Scarface lowered his voice and asked, "Adou, what's the situation now?" ”

"How? Everyone risked their lives to work for the government, and now that the northern captives have retreated, the reward has not been sent for a long time, not only us, but many people are like this, and they haven't gotten a penny! If there is no one to say... Hum! ”