Hualong Temple is located on the bridge, located in the densely populated city of the main road, good men and women come and go conveniently, incense is far more prosperous than other temples. In the third year of the Taoist calendar, the dragon bridge was destroyed by fire, and the good men and women donated money to rebuild it, and the bridge and the temple built two years later were wider and more majestic than before.

The shrine is dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and there is still an open space in front of which there are enough believers to worship, so the Hualong Temple has always been full of incense. In order to worship the Buddha, some people do not return all night, as the so-called: lotus flowers scatter incense dust in small steps, and cherish the Buddha frequency of Yulan. How much lingering infinite meaning, Hualong Bridge has not returned to people.

Therefore, there are the most beggars in Wuyou City who come to Hualongqiao to beg here, and it is not strange that there are beggars on weekdays, and it is definitely not normal for so many beggars to appear tonight.

Gong Changyu couldn't help but be shocked when he saw fifty or sixty beggars surrounding him, could it be that these beggars were the internal response of the Blue Wolf Army organized by Jing Dapeng? Will Jing Dapeng hide inside the temple?

A beggar dragged what seemed to be a broken leg, hugged Gong Changyu's thigh and begged: "General, okay, I haven't eaten for two days, you can give ten cents......"

Gong Changyu ignored the beggar and continued to walk forward, and the beggar kept crawling on the ground and followed with his hands: "It's not okay if you don't give money." General, I'm dying of hunger......"

I rubbed, I didn't eat for two days and still had the strength to hug my thigh, Gong Changyu thought to himself, I have set up a special agency in the city to distribute food, why don't they go to receive it, there must be a problem!

"Hey, brother, why don't you get a ration ration in the north of the city?" Dai Daniu asked.

"Big brother, don't you see that I have a problem with my leg, it's so far north of the city, how can I get rations?" The beggar replied weakly.

"Boy, your leg is broken, General Ben will treat you!" Gong Changyu squatted down and reached out to probe the beggar's right leg.

"General, my leg is not broken, I have been disabled since I was a child, and polio cannot be cured." The beggar shook his head, rolled up his trousers, and sure enough, his legs were as thin as dough.

"Oh, really?" Gong Changyu was sure that the beggar's leg was really disabled, so he couldn't bear it, so he took out a hundred yuan from his arms and put it in the beggar's broken bowl.

"Thank you, General." The beggar immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to Gong Changyu three times.

"Little brother, no thanks. I don't have much money with me, so much more can help you. ”

"General, you are a good person, and God will bless you with a long life and wealth." The beggar thanked Gong Changyu again, and then walked to the other side of the Hualong Bridge with his hands.

The other beggars saw that Gong Changyu gave the noodle-legged beggar a hundred yuan, and squeezed over one by one with a bowl.

"General, I haven't eaten meat for three days, can you give me a hundred wen?"

"Give me a hundred wen too."

"I ate a pancake in the morning and starved to death."

"General, I only need ten yuan, go buy a bowl of wine to warm up, it's too windy here at night." ……

The beggars had their own reasons, and Gong Changyu brought the usual copper, this ten wen, that twenty wen, and soon the alms were finished. Look at those beggars again, looking at his money bags one by one, hating to take them over, they all belong to themselves, and the beggars who can't get the copper seem to be unwilling, but Gong Changyu's money bags are empty, what can be done except sighing?

The beggar still stood in front and did not give way to Gong Changyu. Under the stone steps in front of the temple, a monk meditating under the Bodhi tree, closed his eyes slightly, and put his palms together: "Amitabha, good, good." Emptiness is not different color, color is not different, emptiness is color, color is emptiness. Begging in the realm of Buddhism is insulting to the Buddha, sin, sin. ”

This monk is none other than Monk Yuankong, Jing Dapeng's biological father, he saw that these beggars surrounded Gong Changyu to ask for money, which was too much second, mainly because he was worried about revealing their true identities, especially Jing Dapeng's identity. When the beggars heard the abbot of the temple speak, they all dodged away and made a way.

Gong Changyu led the group to the Bodhi tree: "Amitabha." Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Why is the Zen master still meditating here late at night? ”

"Old man Yuankong. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust? Wuyou City was besieged for more than half a month, and the lives were devastated, and the old man meditated day and night, praying for the withdrawal of troops and for peace. Abbot Yuankong replied.

"Master, listen to your accent, unlike the people of Wuyou County, may I ask where the mage is from?" Gong Changyu didn't have a good impression of this abbot at all. Rong Weishan told Gong Changyu that Master Yuankong was likely to be the inner response of the Blue Wolf Army lurking in the city, and this person must be monitored.

"The fate of the dust has been broken, and the monks have no home, so I will not tell you." Yuan Kong avoided answering.

"I see that the master is not destined to die, so it must be someone who is waiting here, right?" Gong Changyu said with a smile.

Since the age of thirty, the Lingkong monk (Yuankong) was expelled from Buddhism and wandered all over the world, but his lust heart still did not change. In the years of being the abbot in Hualong Temple, there are still many female believers who hook up with him, but because of the special status of the abbot of the temple, they are not so blatant, and the women who have an affair with him are all rich aunts or Qinglou women.

As soon as Gong Changyu talked about destined people, Monk Yuankong couldn't help but get nervous in his heart, there were no less than 20 women who had a relationship with Lao Gao, and the scope of this destined person was too wide. Could it be that the officer in front of him found out that Dow had a relationship with him? No, I have to pretend to be a sanctimonious and pure-hearted Zen master.

"The donor is superficial. Lao Qu is dedicated to the Buddha, wholeheartedly to goodness, and sees through the red dust, how can he have a fate? Monk Yuankong smiled slightly.

"Master, Jing County Ling and you are old friends?" Gong Changyu said.

"Definitely." Yuankong replied.

"Do you know the lady of the Jing family?" Gong Changyu asked again

"I don't know." Yuankong shook his head.

This guy has been meditating in Buddhism for so many years, and it is not as easy as imagined to pry his mouth open. Gong Changyu decided to test it again.

"Master, in this Dragon Temple, so calm and solemn, could it be that there are armored soldiers hidden in the room?" Gong Changyu's eyes were cold.

"Buddhism abstains from killing, and hiding armor soldiers is a great sin of rebellion. The benefactor is in vain. "Monk Yuankong was unusually calm.

"Okay. Then the general bothered. The master took his leave. Gong Changyu waved his hand and was about to leave Hualong Temple.

"Donor, please stay." Monk Yuanlong stood up, picked up a heart-shaped leaf from the Bodhi tree, and put it in Gong Changyu's palm very reverently, "General, this is a piece of Lao Gao's heart, please accept it." ”

"What is the meaning of this Bodhi leaf?" Gong Changyu took the Bodhi leaf and looked at it.

"It is a token of the Buddha, and with a Bodhi leaf, the donor will be blessed and blessed by the Buddha. Amitabha. Monk Yuankong responded.

"Oh, I see. So when will this Bodhi bloom? Gong Changyu asked.

"This is Vajra Bodhi, which blooms every year. The donor has already missed the flowering season, and the flowers will bloom next year. Monk Yuankong replied.

"Master, next year the Bodhi flower will bloom, and General Ben may have put down the rebellion elsewhere, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see it." Gong Changyu smiled slightly.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi. Flowers bloom and fall. The old man has one thing to trust. ”

"Please. If the old man is in danger, please give this Bodhi hand bead to the destined person. Amitabha. After speaking, Master Yuankong handed over the purple hand beads to Gong Changyu, and then entered the temple with a Zen staff.

"Master, who are you talking about?" Gong Changyu shouted at the Buddha Gate.

"The fate gathers and the fate is scattered. There will always be a chance to meet. "Master Yuankong didn't look back to the tunnel.

As soon as Monk Yuankong left, the beggars in front of the temple came up again, and said in unison: "General, you haven't given me money yet?" ”

"Get out of the way. Our generals have no money. Zhang Weijun pulled out his musket and shouted.

"Master Jun, if you don't give money today, you won't want to leave!" A beggar said loudly.

"If you say that there is no money, you just don't have it. We have to go elsewhere to carry out military affairs, and then stop and kill without mercy! Gong Changyu put his hand on the hilt of the "Lock Dragon Divine Sword" and didn't pull it out for a long time. You must know that as soon as this sword comes out, there will be bloodshed, but if you take the blood of these beggars, you will lose your life, because the blood of beggars is too dirty.

"Get out of the way!" Rong Weishan came over from the opposite side of the Hualong Bridge and shouted loudly. Most of these "beggars" are dressed as monks who have not been shaved, how can they listen to Rong Weishan's words?

"Where's the stinky beggar! Running to our turf to point fingers. A beggar with a handful of hair on his face turned his head hoarsely to look, "Brother, first break his leg for me and throw it into this river to feed the fish!" ”

"Yes, big brother!" So, four or five beggars carried dog-beating sticks and rushed towards Rong Weishan. From their pace and leg strength, Gong Changyu immediately concluded that these beggars were fake, and he remained silent and secretly observed their movements.

Rong Weishan stood in the middle of the Hualong Bridge, threw away the broken bowl and bamboo stick in his hand, stepped his feet apart, put his palms on his waist, and waited for the beggars to get close. The beggar who rushed to the front held a stick with both hands and aimed it at Rong Weishan's head and slashed down.

There was a "click", and the stick broke in two. And Rong Weishan's head was not broken at all, and he saw him go to sea with a double dragon, and he attacked the beggar's face. Immediately, the beggar fell on the bridge with his eyes covered, and kept rolling around: "Oh, my eyes—" Blood flowed from between his fingers.

Rong Weishan kicked it again, and the beggar fell into the canal with a pop, setting off a huge splash. At this time, the moon, which had been obscured by clouds, came out, and the light became stronger and stronger. The other beggars couldn't help but be stunned when they saw that Rong Weishan was so good at kung fu, and they didn't dare to go up.

"You bunch of shit!" The leader with a pinch of hair on his face scolded.

"Boss...... You have a kind of ...... You're on. A beggar said tremblingly.

"I'll go up, I'll go up." A handful of hair took off the beggar, took out a three-section stick from his waist, shouted "Ha Ha" in his mouth, and rushed towards Rong Weishan.