The town is bustling with all sorts of sounds.

There is the sound of singing, the sound of street vendors, and the sound of Hongchen women soliciting......

In the midst of these noisy sounds, Ning Qiu heard a trace of discordant sound, which was the sound of suona gongs and drums emitted by the Buddhist monks who traveled outside the restaurant in the morning, from far to near, from vague to clear......

He threw away the lantern in his hand, listened more carefully, and smiled: "It's really been a long time coming." ”

"Miss, he laughs so hatefully......"

On the painting boat, the maid crossed her hands on her hips, and was fighting for her eldest lady: "In this town, how many young talents are there in order to propose the eldest lady, and the matchmaker is about to step on the threshold of our house, this person is so uninteresting, he actually threw away the lantern you made himself, I really don't know if I lost a big marriage......"

The eldest lady looked at Ning Qiu blankly, since she was a child, no one dared to do this, whether it was a family member or an outsider.

is very good to himself, he actually threw away his elaborate lanterns......

After being stunned for a while, she said, "Yan'er, please ask that son to come to the painting boat to talk about it...... Remember, don't be unreasonable. ”

The maid was also stunned for a moment: "Miss, do we really want to invite the person who threw the lantern to the painting boat?" Seeing that the eldest lady didn't react, she nodded: "Yes, dare to throw our lanterns, and teach him a good lesson after calling them, so that he can see the sky and the earth and the thick ......."

The eldest lady couldn't stand it: "Don't go yet!" ”

The maid stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly asked someone to release the boat and lead her to the other side......

The sound of suona gongs and drums was getting closer and closer, and Ning Qiu slapped the river water off his hand and prepared to turn around and leave......

I heard a voice from behind me: "Hey, don't go!" ”

Who?

Ning Qiu turned around and saw a small boat coming slowly.

There were two people on it, a man holding a boat and a pretty girl, and it was the girl who made the voice.

He glanced left and right and pointed to his nose: "You called me?" ”

The girl was the maid Yan'er on the painting boat, she crossed her waist and said: "Yes, it's you, our eldest lady let you go to the painting boat, this is a great blessing......"

Ning Qiu looked at the few painting boats in the distance behind her and waved her hand: "I'm not free, don't go." ”

After saying that, he left the river bank and went to the crowd......

Seeing that Ning Qiu had run away, Yan'er hurriedly let the man dock, and she chased carefully with the hem of her skirt: "I threw my young lady's lantern, you can't run if you want to......"

It's a pity that Ning Qiu's speed is very fast, and he disappeared from the crowd in an instant.

At this time, people's voices were heard from afar: "The Triple Rebirth Buddha is back, everyone welcome ......"

The scene became a little chaotic.

Yan'er was obscured by people's figures, and she was not tall. He was quickly shaken and dizzy, and he even forgot which direction Ning Qiu had just walked in......

Ning Qiu, who was standing in the crowd, smiled lightly, quickened his pace, and walked towards the source of the sound!

The monks who traveled to the Buddha during the day came back from outside, and the team seemed to have grown a lot, from the original 50 people, to more than 200 people, coming from the official road, the sound of suona gongs and drums was louder, they looked solemn, their hands were folded, their mouths were chattering, walking slowly, and there were even people on both sides who kept scattering flowers......

There was actually a round sedan chair in the team, and the curtain of the sedan chair did not move at all, so it was impossible to see the situation inside.

But the extra sedan chair made Ning Qiu's heart sink slightly......

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Master Hongqin, the great master, actually came to our town to pray for blessings, what a blessing!" ”

The people knelt down and folded their hands and prayed sincerely, hoping to let themselves get some Buddha light!

A monk who walked in the front, with a high hat on his head, holding a bottle in his hand, with a willow branch inserted in the bottle, he pulled out the willow branch and shook it gently, and said in a somewhat sharp voice: "The national teacher is here, sympathetic to the people, please get up......

Hearing this, the people stood up one after another.

The procession slowly came to the center of the town, where there was a large wooden platform, and two palanquins were carried into the wooden platform, lined up side by side.

The monks, on the other hand, folded their hands and spread out in a strange position......

When they were ready, the curtains of the two palanquins were pulled back together, and on the right was the statue of the Triple Rebirth Buddha. On the left, there is an old monk in a big yellow robe, he smiled, looked at the dense crowd of people in the audience, and said slowly: "I can meet you in this town, you are all blessed people, and the poor monk Hongqin will do his best to become rich and noble ......."

Standing in the crowd, Ning Qiu.

found that someone next to him squeezed over, and it turned out to be the little girl who wanted to go to the painting boat by herself.

Yan'er panted and said, "You took the lantern of my eldest lady, and discarded it, and returned it...... You still don't want to go to the painting boat with me to ask for guilt...... True...... How unreasonable! ”

Ning Qiu paid most of his attention to the old monk of Mutai, because he felt that this old monk was not simple and very evil.

I don't want to be disturbed by this girl.

He said: "Throw away the lantern because the writing is not good, do you want me to apologize to your young lady's writing?" ”

Yan'er was angry, her own young lady was only eight buckets tall, and those who had read books all her life might not be able to compare, he dared to say that his writing was not good, so he said angrily: "Your vision is so high, then make a song, let me take it back to open the eyes of Miss!" ”

Ning Qiu frowned: "Take the poem and leave, listen well!" ”

He coughed and thought about it for a while, who is it better to copy, just that person! The voice said slowly:

"There are lights without a moon and no entertainment, and a month without lights is not spring."

"When spring arrives, people in the world are like jade, and the lamp burns the moon and the moon is like silver."

"The street is full of pearls and cui village girls, and the gods of the Sheng Song Race Society are boiling."

"If you don't show Fangzun to laugh, how can you spend this good day."

Yan'er was a little distracted when she heard this.

She grew up with Miss since she was a child, and she knew how to judge the quality of a poem after hearing and seeing it, and she repeated it a few times at the moment, glanced at Ning Qiu, then turned around and left hurriedly, and when she left, she kept chattering, for fear of forgetting it......

Finally sent her away, Ning Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, she knew not to be cheap, what kind of lanterns to fish.

He suddenly felt a chill all over, and only felt that a gaze was locked on him.

When I looked up, it turned out to be the old monk on the wooden platform!

He looked at himself with a smile, this gaze may seem kind and kind to outsiders, full of love, but in his own eyes, this gaze is meaningful, as if he is looking at a delicious dish with all the color and flavor, damn it, how can you feel like this......

The gazes of the two intertwined in the air.

But it's only for a short moment.

The old monk began to chant sutras to spread the Dharma and preach some great truths, and everything seemed to be so harmonious......

At this time, the crowd was slightly commotion, and another voice came, and even the old monk on the stage opened his slightly closed eyes. Ning Qiu followed the sound and saw an army of more than 500 people coming up the official road, mighty, everyone with a serious expression on their faces, and at the forefront was a white-robed young general riding a black horse......

Ning Qiu's pupils shrank slightly......

She?

It's not a fall off a cliff.

Are they all dying?

The medical skills of this world are so powerful, and in less than a month, they were directly resurrected with full blood?