"Boom..."

The long bell rang and startled the newly perched birds on the ginkgo trees in the temple and the golden leaves that were swaying with the autumn wind.

"Amitabha. ”

Under the sturdy ginkgo tree, a little monk in cloth folded his hands and bowed his head to speak. In the direction he was facing, there was a steep mountain wall, and a big Buddha was attached to the mountain wall, standing tall.

The little monk picked up the bamboo broom on the ground and piled up the golden yellow on the ground, and the birds perched above his head were already regular customers of this temple, squeaking with sweeping sounds... The story begins with this bell, the bell, the monk, and the birds.

......

Thirty-five years after its opening, Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Kingdom, came out with a news that a player had died in the building.

The news spread among the common people, and it was their idle chatter when they were doing farm work and eating. There are also some sons from wealthy families who have been to Huamanlou and are fortunate to listen to the soft voice of the play, but now they stay at home and shake their heads and sigh.

Although there was a murder in Chang'an City, the strange thing is that not only did no one from the Criminal Department come to investigate, but even the people in the Huamanlou were silent.

It was as if none of this had happened, as if the actor was just a fallen leaf carried away by the autumn wind.

......

There is a mountain range outside Chang'an City, and a mountain near the city wall is called Pulian Mountain. The mountain is one high and one low, the high place is steep on one side and gentle on the other, there is a ghost axe on the steep mountain wall, it is a big Buddha. The big Buddha holds a bead in one hand and a lotus in the other, with a wide body and a smile on Chang'an.

At the foot of the Big Buddha is a flat open space, and above it are temples and pavilions. A temple spread under the feet of the Buddha is scattered here, and the name of the temple is pure karma.

In one of the temple's houses, incense wafts through. A few people in the room laughed and talked, and a few people were in charge.

A young monk is carefully wrapping the steaming food on the wooden table. The corners of his mouth raised a smile, a smile that did not belong to the empty door.

"Senior brothers, yesterday I heard that there was a murder in Chang'an City. ”

"Murder! What murder?"

"Hey, senior brother, talk about it, talk about it. ”

Next to the little monk were his senior brothers, who were gossiping about something, and they would do so after the daily chanting, and the little monk was used to it.

"It is said that one of the actors in the building died. ”

Among the several, the eldest senior brother said.

The rest of them were shocked.

That's the most famous song building in Chang'an. ”

"Amitabha, this is the land of wind and moon, sins and sins. ”

Several people looked around and talked, but no one noticed that the hand of the little monk at the table stopped in mid-air, motionless.

It's not that the little monk can't hear the senior brothers, he just isn't interested in what the senior brothers say on weekdays. But just now, his heart suddenly trembled.

Chang'an City, full of flowers, a drama died!

"Division... Senior brother, what did you just say?"

The little monk suddenly came to his senior brother's side, grabbed his arm, and asked with a knot in his mouth.

While the senior brothers were talking, the little monk's sudden behavior surprised several people, especially their senior brothers.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

was grabbed by the arm of the little monk and felt the strength of the latter's hand. The senior brother asked softly, without much emotion, just a puzzled look. The same is true for several others.

In the entire temple, only their little junior brother, the little monk in front of him, had never behaved so rudely, and there was nothing that could attract his attention.

"Senior brother, what did you just say?"

The little monk didn't let go, and asked again, his eyes were excited, and his tone was hurried.

"Senior brother..."

One of them shouted with concern.

"Senior brother, I just said that in the Huamanlou of Chang'an City, a drama died. Why is the junior brother so excited?"

The senior brother calmly looked at the little monk's eyes and said slowly.

"Where did Senior Brother get the news?"

The little monk let go of his hand and asked with his head down.

"Yesterday, a junior disciple went down the mountain into the city, and on the way he met a beggar, who knew about his good nature and good deeds. ”

"Senior brother, do you know the name of that actor?"

"I don't know this, I just heard that the opera is singing and dancing, and the country is beautiful. ”

"Amitabha, the younger brother acted recklessly, please punish the senior brother. ”

The little monk closed his hands with some trembling and leaned over to apologize.

"Amitabha, there is cause and effect, don't blame yourself. ”

The senior brother also bowed his head and clasped his palms.

"Thank you, brother. ”

The little monk turned around and left quickly, leaving the calm senior brother and a few other people who were puzzled.

"Hey, where are you going, junior brother?"

"Senior brother, what's wrong with him, junior brother?"

Looking at the back of the little monk, several other senior brothers couldn't help but ask.

The Buddha said, I can't say it. ”

The senior brother turned his head to look at the wrapped rice on the wooden table, and said with a warm smile.

“...”

"Amitabha, do you want to go down the mountain?"

In front of the gate of the Pure Industry Temple, the monk guarding the door asked, and the little monk holding a Zen stick in front of him asked.

"Yes, brother. ”

The little monk bowed his head and said respectfully, looking calm as water, but the fingers of his left hand holding the pitch-black Zen stick were white and trembling slightly.

"It's getting late, and the junior brother comes back early. ”

"Thank you, brother. ”

......

The majestic and vast world, the vast territory. A thousand-year-old kingdom is located in the east, and it is called the overlord, called the Tang Dynasty.

The Tang Kingdom has prospered to this day, and its capital Chang'an is even more prosperous. In addition to the royal family, dignitaries and dignitaries in the city, there are also Xianglou commercial streets, famous craftsmen and stunts.

In the recent past, there has been a news from the most famous Huamanlou in the Xianglou Song Workshop, which is boiling in Chang'an City.

The most beautiful woman in the building who can sing and dance is dead!

It is said that one night, the building was full of flowers and ushered in a noble person with a very high status. In order to serve this noble man well, it is to let the most danced actor in the building sing and dance for him. The steward in the building also cleared the scene, leaving only the nobleman and the play, but after the play's performance, the nobleman actually had evil thoughts. The play did not comply, and struggled desperately, and finally the nobleman was annoyed and lost interest, so he killed the drama with a knife, and then left in a hurry. At noon on the second day, I don't know who spread the news, and the whole city knows about it. Only the people who spent the building kept refuting the rumors, saying that the actor was just going home to visit relatives. Moreover, there are no officials from the criminal department to investigate the matter, which some people feel is fake, but others remain skeptical.

A day after the news spread, with the autumn wind, a monk of the Pure Industry Temple entered the city and met a beggar on the way. When the monk saw that the beggar was pitiful, he gave the beggar the dry food in his baggage. The beggar told the monk the news in his swallowing, and the monk shook his head and left.

For a few more days, there was still an autumn wind, the wind was bitter, the withered grass was bent at the waist, and the faces of pedestrians were painful. A young monk, dressed in a light blue cloth monk's robe, holding a black Zen stick, walked into Chang'an City step by step.

"It won't be her, it won't be her, it won't be her, it won't be..."

The little monk kept telling himself in his heart that it would not be her, and kept moving forward, walking through the commercial street, walking through the alleys, walking through the mansion, until he came to a six-storey high-fire pavilion, and there was a golden door plaque on the pavilion - flowers filled the building.

The little monk glanced up at the door plaque, and then looked inside the door, the fragrance of flowers, red candles and satin. The hand holding the stick unconsciously pushed harder.

"Stop, what kind of person are you, dare to break into the building?"

As soon as the little monk wanted to enter the building, he was shouted by the doorkeeper on the steps.

"Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk from the Pure Industry Temple, came here just to find a person, and hoped that the donor would let him go. ”

The little monk raised his hand and bowed his head.

"Yo, the monk of this Pure Industry Temple would come to this kind of place to find someone?"

Before the big man could speak, a charming voice came from inside the door.

A tall figure walked out with his white legs twisted.

"Laughing girl. ”

Dahan shouted respectfully.

"Female benefactor, poor monk..."

The little monk raised his head, and then bowed his head and said. But before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"I said, you little monk, what are you doing staring at other people's legs?"

"Ah, no, Amitabha, the female benefactor misunderstood, and the poor monk bowed his head and did not open his eyes. ”

When the little monk heard this, he was a little flustered. He really didn't open his eyes, because the clothes of the person in front of him were really revealing, with fragrant shoulders and jade locks, and his slender arms were all bare, and only the important places were covered by purple gauze. It was a sin that he could even smell the scent of flowers on the other person's body.

"Poof, you're a funny little monk. ”

When the laughing girl heard the little monk's words, she suddenly laughed, and her jade hand half-covered her red lips.

"The benefactor..."

The little monk was even more embarrassed, and his face turned red.

"That's it, I won't tease you. What are you Buddhist disciples doing here in this land of wind and moon?"

Miss Xiao'er felt more and more that the little monk was a little cute, but the people on the street still stopped laughing at him.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, the poor monk Pure Karma, is a monk in the Pure Karma Temple, and he came here to find someone. ”

Quickly calmed down his heart, the little monk raised his head and said softly.

"Who?"

"Flower smoke. ”

“...”

After the little monk said his name, the smiling girl, who was still smiling, paused for a moment, and then suddenly changed her face, did not speak, just stared at the little monk in front of her.

"Donor, do you know where she is?"

The little monk could tell from the smile girl's reaction that she must know something.

"Bald donkey, get out of here, we don't have the man you said here. This is a place in the red world, not a place where you, a person who eats fasting and recites Buddha, should come. ”

The smiling girl grimaced, scolded, and then turned around and walked into the door.

"Female benefactor, female benefactor, please wait. ”

Seeing this, the little monk was a little anxious, and chased after him while shouting.

"Stop, how can you break into the building full of flowers, why don't you get out quickly!"

The big man suddenly raised the big knife in his hand and swung it to the little monk's chest, glaring angrily.

The little monk didn't look at the big man, but stared closely at the departing girl in the door, he knew that this woman named Xiao'er must know something.

There are a lot of people who come over on the street, and some people notice the little monk, and they can't help laughing in their hearts This monk, the fate turned into a flower building, it's really interesting.

The little monk knew that he couldn't enter this flower-filled building now, so he shook his head helplessly and turned to leave. As he left, his clear eyes turned red, and lines of tears followed him back to the monastery.

He knew that the drama was dead.

He knew that no one in his ears would call him Ah Ye anymore.

He knows that in other people's mouths, she is good at singing and dancing, and the drama of the country is her.

He didn't know how she died.

He didn't know who killed her.

Little did he know that this was just the beginning!