Yang Yi walked down the shore of the lake with the coffee in his arms, until it was dark, and he didn't see the figure of the strange monk. The pedestrians around the lake slowly dissipated until there was not a single one.

It is very obvious that I was released a pigeon.

Yang Yi didn't have any other thoughts at this time, so he wanted to slap himself, as a person who designs routines all year round, but today he fell for the routine of a thief monk, which is a shame.

"Don't do anything to me, be careful that I slaughter you and soak in tiger whip wine!" Yang Yi raised his leg a little anxiously and kicked the coffee on his body. The coffee was not angry, rolled twice, got up and leaned towards Yang Yi again.

In the afternoon, because of the parting, the heart is not a taste, how to look at this time how to think that this lazy tiger is partnering with the monk to toss himself.

Yang Yi cut his hair bun, found a big stone to sit down, and tried to calm his mood.

Coffee also seemed to realize that it was best not to mess with Yang Yi now, so he honestly squatted beside the stone and squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The moon tonight is very round and bright, although it has not yet fully risen, it also illuminates the lotus seed lake very brightly, and the whole heaven and earth are hazy in the moonlight, as if in a mirror painting.

The name of Lotus Lake is very simple, the diving area around the lake shore is covered with layers of lotus leaves, and after some time, it will be full of lotus flowers, blue waves and cool water, accompanied by fish and leaves, many literati and scholars like to come here to express their feelings.

Lakeside, lotus, poet, as a complete set of literary and artistic facilities, there will be a building, or pavilion.

Of course, there is Lotus Seed Lake, and the name is also very appropriate, which is Lotus Seed Pavilion.

I don't know if it's for more meaning, the lotus seed pavilion is almost built in the center of the lake, a long wooden plank road extends away, the plank road is supported by a wooden stake driven into the bottom of the lake, connects the lotus seed pavilion in the center of the lake with the shore, walks up and sits in the pavilion, like the deep blue waves, and it is natural.

Yang Yi doesn't have much of the heart to enjoy the lake view now. The moonlight is getting thicker, Yang Yi sighed, it is impossible to return to Qingcheng, the city gate has long been closed tightly, at this time, he will knock on the city gate, the captain of the city gate will give an order, ten thousand arrows will be fired, and his Nine Emperor Princes will soon become nine sieves.

Yang Yi got up and prepared to go to the neighborhood to find out if there were any farmhouses or inns to spend the night, and he would never sleep in the wilderness in this wilderness, the ancients did not have such a rich nightlife as the later generations, although the Daguang Dynasty did not have too strict curfews, but when it was dark, there were basically no people walking outside.

Yang Yi walked a few steps and found that the coffee cat did not follow, turned his head to look, but the little white tiger seemed to have found something, stood up and took a few steps to the front of the lake, stood on all fours, stretched out his head to look at the center of the lake, and let out a low wheezing sound in his throat.

"Let's go, what are you looking at, I want to take a bath and jump into the lake by myself." Yang Yi scolded.

As Coffee's gaze looked over, Yang Yi also seemed to notice that something was wrong, squinting and taking a closer look through the moonlight.

"Someone in the pavilion?"

Yang Yi should be grateful that his 400 degrees of myopia in his previous life did not accompany him to pass through the big light, otherwise he might not be able to see it even if he hit the high beam again, but at this time, he faintly found that there was a person sitting in the lotus seed pavilion.

"Let's go, let's see!" Yang Yi snapped his fingers and walked around the shore of the lake, and the coffee also kept up with a quick step on all fours.

When he was halfway there, Yang Yi already had eight layers of certainty, and the figure in the pavilion was the monk, at least a monk, his bare head glowing brightly in the moonlight, which couldn't be more conspicuous.

"You'd better give me a nice explanation to calm the anger in my heart." Yang Yi walked into the Lotus Seed Pavilion and said angrily at the first sentence.

There is a person sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, holding a Buddha's belly, the corners of his mouth are full of oil stains, he is holding a big wine jar and drinking happily, and there is also half an oily roast chicken next to him, this is not a thief monk who is,

This makes people unbearable, I didn't eat dinner with a lazy tiger, drinking the lake breeze there, but the monk was eating roast chicken, drinking wine, admiring the moon, and almost didn't sing a song!

The thief monk looked at Yang Yi with a smile, wiped the oil stains on his mouth with his dirty robe without any sense of peace, and even nodded shamelessly. If he wasn't sure that he couldn't beat him in vain, Yang Yi would not hesitate to put the wine jar on his head, and then throw it into the lake to feed the fish.

Since he couldn't beat it, it was useless to talk too much, Yang Yi stepped forward and sat down opposite the monk, grabbed half of the roast chicken on the stone table, tore a chicken leg and threw it to coffee, and then buried his head in eating, not planning to be polite to the monk at all.

"Haha" The monk laughed heartily twice, and handed the wine jug in his hand to Yang Yi. Yang Yi didn't say much, took the wine jug with one hand, and when he was thirsty, he opened his mouth and drank bitterly.

"Everyone says that the ninth son of the emperor is an idiot, but the monk thinks it is a big fallacy!" The monk smiled.

Yang Yi was not surprised, if the monk couldn't even find out his identity, he would call himself a master in vain. continued to eat roast chicken, without raising his head, and said: "I was originally a fool, if I wasn't stupid, I would come to this ghost place in the middle of the night to drink wine and eat meat with you?" ”

"There are not many people in the world who can eat the same chicken and drink the same jar of wine with the monk." Monk Dao.

Yang Yi glanced up at the monk and continued to bite into the large piece of chicken.

"You don't believe me?" The monk certainly saw the disdain in his eyes.

Yang Yi took another sip of wine, hiccuped, and said, "Can we talk without following routines?" You just say that you are very good, you are very good, in short, I will definitely not be able to beat you, why go around in such a big circle? ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "Makes sense! I am a person in Buddhism, but I don't know the truth that the road is unabashed. ”

Yang Yi pursed his lips and added in his heart: "I just told you not to pretend to be forced......"

The monk glanced at the coffee that was squatting at Yang Yi's feet and eating chicken legs, and said, "It seems that it is very comfortable to follow you, and it is a little happy." ”

"You want to give it to me?" Yang Yi heard the meaning of the monk's words.

"A beast is a beast, and it never misses the old."

Yang Yi didn't understand what the monk meant, but he heard him say again: "The tiger, **, the chief of a hundred beasts, can fight and frustrate, and devour ghosts." There are also clouds, and the fierce gods in the year are also, and they often live in the fourth day after the year. Where they dwell, they commit it.

”

These are all the images of the white tiger depicted in myths and legends, and Yang Yi still didn't understand what the monk's intentions were after thinking about it.

The monk took a sip of wine and said: "This tiger is the Four Holy White Tiger, which lives in the south, and the adult tiger is extremely vicious, and everyone who is close to it eats it. At the end of last year, when I traveled in Yunnan, it happened that the white tiger was causing trouble, and the villagers could not work together to suppress it, but more than 100 people were killed and injured. The monk then sneaked into the forest, entangled with him for half a month, and finally killed him. ”