Time is like water, time is like an arrow, a blink of an eye is the season of summer and autumn communication, Yangzhou is still so prosperous, businessmen and boats shuttle like weaving, Jiangnan is still the wind and the beautiful climate, unlike the northern region, the scorching heat, even blowing up the wind sand and gravel, blessed with unique nature, the crops in the fields outside the city, grow very well, full of heavy rice ears, and will be a year of harvest in sight, the people's hearts are full of longing and expectation.

The people at the bottom are indeed very easy to satisfy, Han Rui stood on the top of the peaks, looked into the distance, and after months of unremitting exercise, he no longer looked so weak as before, dressed in a coarse cloth short brown dress, no different from an ordinary little girl, but his elegant face was like a pearl, looking radiant and graceful.

In the early morning, the mountains and streams are quiet, the empty valleys are silent, the green trees are verdant, and they are full of vitality, but no matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will feel tired of seeing too much, Han Rui is like this now, after the morning exercise is over, after watching the rising sun, he no longer lingers on the mountain scenery, waving his sleeves, slowly walking down the mountain, and walking towards the village.

At this time, the village is a little quiet, the young and strong responded to the call of the official, and reluctantly went to serve the servants, only some old and young women and children remained, and the main labor force of the family was naturally the women, but fortunately, the heavy physical work had been done by the young and strong, they only needed to water the ground, burn firewood and cook rice, and when they had free time, they would make up for their shoes and clothes, and take care of the elderly and children, which was enough to support life.

As a small landlord with thin assets, Han Rui belongs to the squires who have the privilege of exemption from military service, as long as they pay rent and pay food, and other things are handled by Han Hui, and he lives a natural and leisurely life, but after a long time, he feels a little bored.

Fortunately, Qian Feng also seemed to know that Han Rui lived lonely in the countryside, so he came to visit every once in a while, and brought a jar of wine every time, which should be Qian Xu's treasure.

While enjoying the wine and food, Han Rui also had his own troubles, not the expected counterattack of Zhou Zhengliang's father and son, and he didn't know what was going on, he suffered a dark loss, but he didn't see the Zhou family father and son reacting, which seemed to be very abnormal.

Han Rui had a little doubt in his heart, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, maybe people's conscience found out, or maybe they realized their mistake and didn't plan to dwell on this matter, there was no need to imagine people's hearts so sinister.

In fact, the root of the trouble lies in the Huaihai monk of Qiling Temple, since he gave Han Rui a point, Huaihai has made great progress and understood a lot of Buddhism, according to this trend of development, sooner or later he is also a Taoist monk, the next abbot of Qiling Temple, but this future abbot of the monk feels that Han Rui was born with Buddha roots, and often comes to visit.

At the beginning, Han Rui thought that Huaihai was going to pull himself to become a monk, but he didn't expect that Huaihai, who was a monk, also understood the sophistication of the world, and understood that Han Rui was an only son, and he had to inherit the responsibility of the Han family's incense, how could it be difficult to be strong.

Don't be in a hurry to praise Huaihai for understanding things, after visiting a few times, the guests come to the door, Han Rui naturally has to be warmly received, with a monk, you can't say something about the wind and snow, naturally, say something about the Buddhist scriptures.

It's such a simple chat, but something happened, what Han Rui casually mentioned was a summary of the Buddhist classics and scriptures after countless monks' painstaking efforts, which can be called the crystallization of wisdom, Huaihai listened, where can he calm down, and suddenly his Zen heart was moved, and he felt that Han Rui not only had Buddha roots, but was simply a Buddha.

How can such a Buddha stay in the red dust for a long time, and he should return to the temple to practice, Han Rui naturally sneered at such a statement, and euphemistically expressed his refusal. Of course, Huaihai will not give up, soft grinding and hard bubbles to no avail, and changed his strategy, he actually became a matchmaker, he did not appear for ten days and half a month, and as soon as he came, he presented the information of women of the right age to be married in ten miles and eight towns, and even in Yangzhou City, for Han Rui to choose.

Han Rui was puzzled, a good monk doesn't eat fasting and reciting Buddha, how can he get old?

Monk Huaihai explained with a smile, thinking that the reason why Han Rui refused to become a monk was because the world was not over, as long as he married a wife and had children, just like the Buddha Shakyamuni back then, he would no longer be obsessed with red dust.

Whenever he thought of the reasons given by Monk Huaihai, Han Rui always felt crying and laughing, not knowing whether to admire his serious dedication or lament his bad luck.

Persistence may not be able to become a Buddha, but if you are not persistent, you must have no hope of becoming a Buddha, this is Huaihai's original words, I heard that it is the mantra of the abbot of Zhiyun of Qiling Temple, in this regard, Han Rui naturally felt helpless, so he could only hide from it, Binai surname, of course Han Rui knew that he could not be compared with Huaihai, but he couldn't find anyone, he couldn't stay in Han's house with a dead face.

The idea is naturally correct, but the reality is very cruel, Han Rui finally missed something and let his own Langjun become a monk, Han Hui naturally objected, but if he marries a wife and has children, then another story.

Hearing that Huaihai was looking for a daughter-in-law for Han Rui, almost instantly, Han Hui's impression of him completely changed, and he didn't really like to see him, but he immediately became a sincere welcome.

Han Hui is not as naïve as Huaihai, after marrying a wife and having children, he has the support of the family, and the possible surname of being a monk is even smaller, but how can he remind Huaihai, but secretly steals fun, and encourages and helps from time to time.

It is because of Han Hui's internal response that Huaihai knows Han Rui's whereabouts well, and he is annoyed every day, so that Han Rui almost has a home and does not dare to go back.

Alas, Han Rui sighed and prayed that Huaihai would have something to do today, and not bother himself again.

Han Ruidu walked down the mountain, struggling back to the village, hesitated for a while, wandering back and forth at the head and end of the village, just didn't want to go home so quickly, so as not to see Huaihai, sometimes, Han Rui was also wondering, could it be that the monks of the Tang Dynasty must be "Tang monks", they are all so annoying.

"Little brother, where does Han Cheng's family live?" After a few turns, Han Rui gritted his teeth, couldn't bear it, and was about to go home, but he heard a loud and loud voice behind him.

Han Rui turned around and looked back when he heard the sound, but there were a few powerful men walking in the village, with a burly figure, the muscles on his face and hands were undulating and intertwined, and he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and he was originally staggered, but his eyes fell on the sword in Han Rui's hand, and he formed a phalanx in an instant, and the momentum was awe-inspiring and surging.

Han Rui was immediately startled, and couldn't help but take half a step back, unable to figure out why several people suddenly showed their fierce faces.

"Stand down, don't startle the kid."

At this time, in the middle of the mighty man, there was a person who walked out, looking middle-aged, looking forty or fifty years old, but his eyes were as bright as youth, his face was well-lined, his eyebrows were flowing and flying, and his white clothes were hunting in the wind.

"Little brother, this is Hanjia Village?"

It was rainy in the south, and it didn't stop all night, and even eating breakfast became a problem, a tragedy, and I asked for a collection and recommended comfort. Ha ha.

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