Outside Yuhang City, in Nanshan Temple.

Rainy season.

In the middle of the night.

The flowers and trees in front of the meditation room are deep, the drizzle is like silk, and the rustle falls into the grass and trees.

The rain on the eaves fell on the lotus one by one, ticking.

Inside the meditation room.

Gu Bai sat on the mat.

The sound of rain falling, mixed with disturbing thoughts, kept him awake.

He simply didn't sleep, picked up a pen in front of the window, fought at night, and copied the "Book of Light".

On his side of his desk, there were several volumes of copied scriptures, and there was a piece of rice paper on the scriptures, which was written in small block letters:

The boy listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candle dim tent.

Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listen to the rain monks. Sideburns have stars also.

Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. A term of step forward, drip to dawn.

This is a poem by Mr. Zhushan of the Southern Song Dynasty in his previous life, called "Poppy Beauty, Listening to the Rain", Gu Bai liked it very much.

Today, under the monk's house, listening to the rain all night, it coincided with the state of mind, Gu Bai couldn't help but copy it out.

Under the rice paper are the "Lotus Sutra" and the "Nioh Sutra", all of which were copied by Gu Bai in this meditation room.

Half a year ago, a family member died.

Gu Bai, who went out to copy books, returned from the news, and in order to let the deceased rest in peace, he asked the monks of Nanshan Temple to do three days and three nights.

Gu Bai was penniless at the time, so he could only promise to copy books for Nanshan Temple.

He came to fulfill the contract last month and copied it for more than a month.

This month, the ancient method of green lights, coarse tea and light rice, made Gu Bai feel that the sun and moon were long in the mountains.

Boom!

The bell rings in the middle of the night to the meditation room.

The slave who was sleeping next to him was awakened.

She looked up, rubbed her eyes, and saw that it was still dark outside, and she was puzzled.

"Childe, aren't you sleeping yet?"

Gu Bai held the pen in his right hand and worked hard to write.

"Finish it early, let's go down the mountain early. ”

As a poor boy, even a scholar is not counted, Gu Bai can have a maid and trust the blessing of the hook.

The hook is the name of the slave.

As a domestic slave, the hook is too ugly, and it is terribly ugly.

It's just ugly, and the hands and feet are not sharp.

The only advantage is that the ink is well ground and evenly and black.

However, for readers, the pursuit is to read at night with red sleeves and fragrance, and replace it with a hook next to it, and be scared to death in the middle of the night.

So, his master half sold and half gave the hook to Gu Bai.

It just so happened that Gu Bai put down the pen quickly and was too lazy to polish the ink, so he accepted this demon in the world.

After Gu Bai took the hook away, he found that there were other wonderful uses:

There are no female guests in the mountain temple.

However, when Gu Bai brought the hook, even the eminent monk who saw through the red dust thought that she was not a pink skeleton.

At most, it's a skeleton.

She was here, and she also helped the monks to practice, so she let Gu Bai bring her into the mountain temple.

"Childe, in the middle of the night, what are you ringing the bell in the temple for?"

The hook grinds the ink and yawns incessantly.

"I don't know. ”

Gu Bai shook his head.

The morning bell and dusk drum of Nanshan Temple have always been regular, and I don't know what happened in the middle of the night today.

"Maybe something is wrong. ”

When Gu Bai continued to write hard, there was a sound of rustling outside the meditation room.

The door was pushed open.

A boy in a white gauze shirt groped his way in, "Hook, quick, come and hold this son." ”

He moved his leg cautiously.

Hook yawned again and got up to help him.

"Gongzi Xie, what time is this, why are you here. The hook stepped forward to hold him.

This Gongzi Xie is named Chang'an, and he has also lived in the mountain temple for more than a month.

His father is the magistrate of Yuhang County, and the official is not big, but he should not be underestimated by breaking the county order and destroying the prefect.

He appeared in Nanshan Temple, not because of anything else, but because of lust.

Xie Chang'an is a well-known womanizer in Yuhang City, a frequent visitor to the Qinglou, and once became famous for writing the Qingbang.

Of course, because he almost broke his leg by the county order, the green list was only updated for one issue, which made his colleagues regret it.

Although the county order tutoring is strict, there are some things that can't be changed, and lust is.

Three months ago, on the Shangsi Festival, the suburbs to visit spring.

Xie Chang'an, who had just been released, passed by on the road outside the city in the same Chinese car.

At that time, the curtain on the car was slightly open, and a gorgeous girl sat inside, which he looked at.

Xie Changan's soul was snatched away.

He followed the Chinese car for miles until it reached a deserted place.

The woman in the car finally couldn't help it and called the maidservant.

The maidservant turned around and angrily accused Xie Changan, saying to herself that the bride of Qilang in Furong City was not something that Xie Chang'an, a disciple, could look at.

With that, the maidservant grabbed a handful of dust from the side of the road and raised Xie Chang'an.

Since then, Xie Changan's eyes have been invisible.

When Yuhang County heard this, he was furious, and after beating him, he asked for famous doctors everywhere, but he couldn't cure him.

Later, I don't know who said that the "Book of Light" can relieve misfortune, so he was thrown to Nanshan Temple and asked him to recite the "Book of Light" every day.

"The monks have all rung the morning bell, and if I don't get up to do morning classes, my eye disease will not be cured. ”

On the hook helped him to the mat.

He sat down, took out the "Bright Sutra", and put it on the rice paper on which Gu Bai copied the poem.

After reciting for more than three months, he still couldn't remember it, so he put it here, and when he couldn't remember it, let Gu Bai remind him.

"Go back to your house and recite it, don't bother me all day. ”

Gu Bai came from his previous life, so he didn't care about any dignity or inferiority.

"I'm here for the hook. ”

Xie Chang'an was full of words.

He had long been accustomed to Gu Bai's disrespect, but for some reason, he liked to stay with Gu Bai and be comfortable.

This is probably the so-called smell of the same thing.

"There are red sleeves on the side, and the scriptures are memorized, well, it also has a different taste. ”

He didn't forget to sniff in the direction of the hook.

"Red Sleeves?"

Gu Bai looked at him strangely, "Are you sure?"

"Of course. ”

Xie Changan is determined.

"Hook, your son doesn't want you in the future, go find me. ”

Xie Changan was in his mind, and he didn't know what he fantasized about the hook into.

"My son is short of a warm bed. ”

"No, I don't. "The hook is not happy.

Gu Bai is too lazy to take care of mundane affairs, he only knows how to copy books all day long, although the hook is a slave, but Gu Bai is treated as a steward.

"You don't know what's wrong, I'm the son of the county order, and he is a poor scholar..."

"Forget it, I'm not a scholar yet. ”

Xie Changan changed his mouth.

Everything is inferior, but the reading is high, and the businessman who copies the book is not a scholar.

"He was a poor boy, and with him, he suffered and was poor all his life. ”

Gu Bai raised his head.

"Don't look down on people, if one day I become rich..."

"The sun must be coming out in the west. ”

Xie Changan took over the conversation.

"Lao Bai, it's not that I look down on you. ”

He used to nag.

"In this world, some people are born rich, some people are born poor, and they are destined to change it. ”

"Hey, this is not what I said, it is the experience of my old man. ”

"You're just a poor bookmaid in your life, maybe you won't be able to marry your wife. ”

Speaking of this, Xie Changan laughed.

"It's good to have me. Or is it the same sentence, I will help you say a few kind words in front of my father, and ask a scribe and a fish beam official to let you be the one?"

Gu Bai was not polite at all, "You are blind, take care of yourself first." ”

The temple is too far away, Gu Bai doesn't want to, and he doesn't want to.

In this world, the ruler kneels.

As a traveler, apart from his parents, Gu Bai didn't want to kneel to anyone.