"Hu Yuanwai, since you like Mingzhu's paintings, then I'll let people bring them all, you can pick whatever you want!" , Lu Shi said with a sob.

"Xiaoya."

"Ma'am."

"You go to Miss's room and bring all the paintings."

"Yes."

After a short time, a row of people stood in the living room, each carrying a painting in their hands, and lined up in a row in the living room, Hu Shoujing, the Li brothers, and Zhao Xincheng and his wife all stood up and admired them one by one.

Nie Xiaohu looked at the people who were admiring the paintings, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of what the problem was.

"This bamboo forest painting is really vivid, it makes people feel quiet and distant at a glance, it is really a good painting!"

Li Guangwen, one of the Li brothers, stood in front of a bamboo forest diagram and nodded incessantly, "Although these four poems are unsatisfactory, the artistic conception is also just right!" ”

"That's right!" , Nie Xiaohu's eyes lit up, he slapped his forehead violently, and said to himself, "How did I forget him!" ”

"Half a year ago, 7749 days, more than 3 months pregnant, this time it's all right!"

Nie Xiaohu stood up abruptly and walked to the front of the bamboo forest painting, with a confident smile on his face, Cao Xiaohui also came over when he saw this, and carefully observed the painting.

After looking at the bamboo forest for a while, Nie Xiaohu nodded with a smile, "It's not wrong!" Walk! ”

After saying that, Nie Xiaohu turned around and walked out, Cao Xiaohui frowned tightly and followed closely, and looked back at the painting from time to time.

"Brother Tiger, what's wrong?" , Cao Xiaohui asked as she walked.

"Say it on the way!"

In a few moments, all the catches were gone, leaving the people in the living room stunned.

"Brother Tiger, where are we going?"

"White Horse Temple!"

"White Horse Temple?" , Cao Xiaohui was completely stunned.

"Do you remember who was missing from last night's guests today?"

"It's missing...", Cao Xiaohui thought for a while, "Brother Tiger, it's unlikely, right?" ”

"Nothing is impossible!"

Nie Xiaohu smiled, "Half a year ago, Cui Mingzhu invited Master Jinghai to do the Dharma in his home for seven seven and forty-nine days, and now Cui Mingzhu is more than three months pregnant, don't you think this time is very coincidental?" ”

"No... No way? Cao Xiaohui was so shocked that her jaw was about to drop, "Brother Tiger, this is a bit too, isn't it?" ”

"At first, I was just skeptical, but when I carefully pondered the painting of the bamboo forest, I was convinced that my judgment could not be wrong!"

"The painting? Why didn't I see anything wrong? ”

"Do you remember the four lines of poetry inscribed by Cui Mingzhu on the painting?"

"Of course, I remember, 'the withered bamboo welcomes the spring back, competing to wave your hand, praying for nectar, and never regretting it in your heart', although it is not a good poem, but its artistic conception is very appropriate with that painting."

Nie Xiaohu smiled and shook his head, "This is a riddle poem. ”

"Riddle poems? What kind of mystery is played? ”

"The first sentence of the withered bamboo welcomes the return of spring, let me ask you, what will happen when the withered bamboo comes to spring?"

"It's going to be blue!"

"That's right, this first sentence implies the word 'green'", Nie Xiaohu nodded.

"The second sentence is a competition to wave the hand, implying the word 'fight', and the third sentence is easier to guess."

"Prayer for nectar is the word 'water'!" , Cao Xiaohui hurriedly said.

"Clever! What about the fourth sentence? ", Nie Xiaohu said happily.

"I will never regret it, let me think about it!" Cao Xiaohui frowned.

"I thought of it!"

After a meal or so, Cao Xiaohui slapped her head and shouted happily, "The word regret is unintentional, it's a 'every' word!" ”

"Think about it again!" , Nie Xiaohu struck while the iron was hot.

"Green, fight, water, every", Cao Xiaohui repeated a few times in a low voice, and suddenly raised her head suddenly, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"It's quiet...!"

"Shhhh Be quiet! This is related to the reputation of the White Horse Temple", Nie Xiaohu put his index finger on his mouth, stopping Cao Xiaohui's words.

"That's right, it's the word 'Jinghai'", Nie Xiaohu whispered.

"Drive!" , Nie Xiaohu raised his horsewhip, and the horse immediately took off with four hooves and galloped forward.

In front of the temple gate of the White Horse Temple, Nie Xiaohu and others got off the horse.

"This is the White Horse Temple, not an ordinary temple, you wait here, the two of us can go in!" , Nie Xiaohu said to the group.

"Yes, head catcher!"

Nie Xiaohu nodded, and walked into the temple side by side with Cao Xiaohui.

"Two donors, I don't know what you have to do?" In front of the main hall, a small novice wearing a white monk's robe folded his hands and asked.

"Little master, may I ask if Master Jinghai is in the temple?" , Nie Xiaohu also asked with his hands folded.

"May I ask the names of the two donors?"

"Nie Xiaohu, the chief catcher in the southern district of Lower Luoyang, this is my deputy Cao Xiaohui."

"The two of you, please wait in the main hall, and I'll go to the court."

"Thank you, little master!"

The little novice bowed, turned and left.

After a pillar of incense, the little novice returned, "The two donors, Master Jinghai are bathing and changing clothes, please go to Master Jinghai's meditation room to rest for a while, and he will arrive later." ”

"Then there is Master Lao", Nie Xiaohu smiled and nodded.

"Please come with me".

In a neat and elegant meditation room, Nie Xiaohu and Cao Xiaohui sat on chairs, slowly sipping fragrant tea, and about half an hour later, a young and handsome monk wearing a white monk's robe and a brocade and red robe walked in.

"Master Jinghai", Nie Xiaohu and the two stood up, clasped their hands together, bowed slightly, and said softly.

"Amitabha, the little monk has seen Nie Zhutou and Cao Zhutou", Jinghai announced a Buddha call and greeted the two of them one by one.

After the greetings, Jinghai walked to the bed, took off his monk's shoes, got on the bed, and sat cross-legged on the futon in the center of the bed.

"I don't know what happened to the two headhunters looking for the little monk?"

Nie Xiaohu smiled slightly, "I wonder if the master is interested in listening to me tell a story?" ”

"Amitabha, the little monk is waiting for the teaching", Jing Hai finished speaking, his eyes closed gently, and his hands slowly and rhythmically twisted a long string of Buddha beads hanging on his chest on his lower abdomen.

"Half a year ago, a lady who was worried about her father who was far away invited a monk to her home to do a 7749-day ritual to pray for her father and bless him to return safely."

Speaking of this, Nie Xiaohu glanced at Jing Hai, who was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, as steady as a rock, and the rhythm of plucking the Buddha beads in his hand was not chaotic at all.

The corners of Nie Xiaohu's mouth raised slightly, and then said: "In the past seven hundred and forty-nine days, this girl who is not familiar with the world and has just fallen in love with this high monk, and the mage who has already had three thousand troubles has not been able to keep his state of mind, and finally plucked the love string hidden in the depths of his heart, and the two came together like this." ”

"Amitabha!" , Jinghai shouted a Buddha horn loudly, and the speed of dialing the Buddha beads was significantly accelerated.

Nie Xiaohu didn't seem to hear it, and sped up his speech: "Half a year later, the girl's father returned safely, the girl was overjoyed, and set up a dust-washing banquet for this, and invited several guests, including the monk who attained the Tao, the girl at this time was already pregnant, and I think the monk already knew about it."

During the banquet, the monk secretly handed over a packet of medicinal powder to the girl, and told her that she could beat the child after taking it, but what the girl didn't expect was that it was not an abortion pill, but a life talisman.

When the girl returned to the boudoir, she did not hesitate to take the powder, and the result was predictable, but the girl did not regret it, because she did not say her lover's name until she died. ”

Jing Hai's body was already trembling slightly at this time, and the hand holding the Buddha beads also stopped, his eyes were closed, and he didn't say a word.

"Master Jinghai, I have a question below."

"Please speak," Jinghai said softly with his eyes closed.

"What are the first four of the Ten Commandments for monks?"

"Don't kill, don't steal, don't **, don't lie."

"Please also ask the master to teach me."

"Amitabha, the little monk went to hell this time, but instead of crossing people into the sea of suffering, he atonemented his sins, what a big joke!"

After Jing Hai finished speaking, his head drooped, and a few drops of bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth and dripped on the hands holding the Buddha beads.

"Master!" , Cao Xiaohui was about to step forward when she saw this, but was pulled by Nie Xiaohu.

Nie Xiaohu shook his head gently, "Maybe this is his best home." ”

"Do you remember what Mrs. Lu said about Miss Cui before she died?"

Cao Xiaohui nodded, "Miss Cui said the words 'not him'. ”

Nie Xiaohu shook his head, "No, that's Mrs. Lu misheard, not 'not him', but the three words 'almsgiving bag'." ”

"Almsgiving bags?" , Cao Xiaohui frowned and pondered these three words.

Nie Xiaohu walked to a wooden shelf next to the table in front of the window, took off an alms bag from the wooden shelf, and gently turned the bag over.

On the lining of the bag, pinned to an earring, a crystal clear white lotus flower is crying softly......