Yu Wenfang's bound fingers tightly picked at the thick rope, she still did not believe that what was happening at this moment was caused by one of her "dreams", and she tried not to allow herself to accept such an absurd experience in front of her eyes.

"I opened the book "Martial Arts Canon" and came to this time and space",

"If you reopen it, you may be able to go back to the time of your own."

Yu Wenfang secretly recalled.

The tulou at night gradually lost its hustle and bustle, and Yu Wenfang also quietly slept in the inner contradictions.

However, there were people on the periphery of the crack in the door who were observing every move in the stove room, and this person was wearing a hat and a long shirt, and used the "servant knife" in his hand as a pillow to rest without making a sound. It can be seen from the appearance that the young man's breath Hengyun is not only a well-trained person but also a person with high martial arts!

"Brother Xu Bin, it's time for you to sleep."

Huiwei leaned on the wall with one hand, revealing half of her body and said to the young man with a worried face.

"Give... Give me a chance... I....... I killed him".

The boy held his hat.

"Look at it again, she doesn't look like a bad person, might as well believe me? Brother? ”

Huiwei said.

......

Xu Bin was silent.

"Killing her can't prove whether she's from over there, it's better to test her slowly so that we can learn more."

Hui Wei approached Xu Bin.

"Sister Nayi",

"Sister, wait... I'll wait until I'm free... Looking for you again... I.. I'm going to my lord's."

After Xu Bin finished speaking, he got up and left the stove room.

The cicadas began to chirp in the middle of the night, as if to take away all kinds of thoughts in the hearts of everyone who heard them. Sadness, joy, or all the moods. Through the crack in the door, Yu Wenfang, who was tied up with flowers, fell asleep, but the dream words in her mouth also expressed her simple mood at this time. Seeing all of this, the corners of her mouth turned into a smile that no one had ever seen, and then she turned back to her room and went to bed.

"We're going tomorrow".

Qiu Rui, who was in the hall, whispered to Xu Bin.

"The stove... .....!?

Xu Bin said.

"Don't worry, you can bring my letter with you, and the woman in the black house, Huiwei and I, take her, and see what she wants."

Qiu Rui turned in the direction of the black room.

"Sir, since the day of the rebellion ten years ago, your body has been getting worse day by day."

The man in the black robe who looked like a businessman on the side said.

"It was I who had a sudden typhoid fever that day, because it was caused by taking care of the child Huiwei, don't worry if there is no major problem."

Qiu Rui said.

"Fortunately, after meeting the young master last year, Mr.'s body does seem to be fine, I don't know if it is the reason for the curative effect of the few dragon pills given to you. In addition, the brothers of the "step sect" of the river trough are waiting for the news of your return this time."

The black-robed merchant said.

"Yes, I will bring the news back to you in a few days. When I return, I will meet you at the town fair."

Qiu Rui patted the merchant on the shoulder.

Since the day of the "Jingshi Rebellion", Qiu Rui and his daughter Huiwei have spent ten days and nights in Tulou. This earthen building in Pingjiang in the south was originally a guard watchtower that resisted foreign enemies during the period of Emperor Taizu. Later, after the officers and soldiers stationed in the garrison withdrew, the soldiers who were willing to stay here unloaded their armor and returned to the fields to breed their offspring. The three "zigzag" watchtowers stood on their own as villages, and their origins are known only to former soldiers and their families. That Granny Liu is the original wife of the soldiers stationed in the tower...

Qiu Rui's daughter Huiwei grew into a big girl under the care of Granny Liu. In the past few years in the watchtower, Qiu Rui in order to repay the village's kindness to him, he also became a private school teacher who taught and educated people. Merge with the villagers here and return to a normal state of life.

Early the next morning, Qiu Huiwei packed her bags early and prepared to say goodbye to the old people in the village in the hall. At this time, his father, Qiu Rui, also walked over from the field next to the tulou, and was interrupted by the students who ran over, and the children rushed to talk to Mr. in a circle. The farewell scene was very lively.

"Sir, where are you going?"

The children asked in unison.

"Children, I'm going to Northern Xinjiang."

Qiu Rui said with a smile.

"Is there a lot of snow in northern Xinjiang, sir?"

"Can you bring us some gifts? We're going to miss you!"

The students' faces were full of anticipation for a moment.

"There are miles and miles, there are frozen pears there, what will they bring to you then"!?

The gentleman replied with a smile.

"Teacher, we have all learned the poems you taught us. We also learned a poem and want to read it to you!"

A child shouted.

At this time, Huiwei came to Mr.'s side and signaled that he should leave in time.

Qiu Rui nodded knowingly...

At this time, the children's chanting sounded:

"The crow crows are crying, and they are called Po Shaohua.

The light rain in the middle of the night moistens the sand, and the fragrant wind is thousands of homes.

The painting building washes all the mandarin duck tiles, and the color rope is half wet and the swing frame.

Feel the red sun on the window screen, listen to the street selling apricot blossoms. ”

Qiu Rui's father and daughter looked at this group of children who watched them grow up and be simple, and their hearts were moved. Ten years have not brought their lives to a sad end. On the contrary, the water and soil here and the villagers bring them unexchangeable kindness.

In the sound of children's poetry, Qiu Rui's father and daughter said goodbye to the villagers one by one, and came to the stove room in the corner of the tulou. At a glance, I saw Yu Wenfang curled up on the floor tiles in the corner, sleeping soundly, like a "pet". Qiu Rui gave a look, and Huiwei stepped forward and picked up the handkerchief in the placket with one hand to cover Yu Wenfang's mouth and nose...

"Ahh

In an instant, there was a chicken-like cry from the side of the tulou stove.

Huiwei instantly laughed at such a funny situation, and turned to look at her father Qiu Rui. immediately untied the "cloth plug" in Yu Wenfang's mouth.

"You will assassinate the emperor in the nineteenth year of Yongqing"!

As soon as Fangzi's words fell, Qiu's father and daughter suddenly looked at each other. In Huiwei's eyes, his father's pupils dilated, and he glared at Yu Wenfang angrily, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Smack"...

Qiu Rui slapped Yu Wenfang in the face:

"Who the hell are you"!?

"I said it, I'm not from this era, I'm from five hundred years later"!

Yu Wenfang's face instantly swelled red, and the restrained hands and feet had no power to fight back, and the unstoppable pain increased exponentially.

"Father, I feel that this person is a little kind, it is better to leave her with us as I said before, and we will not be in a hurry to deal with him when we arrive in Northern Xinjiang."

Huiwei stepped forward to stop Qiu Rui, who was about to swing his fist. Since Huiwei can remember, his father has never had such an impulsive and fierce face, which makes Huiwei feel terrified. But her fear was not shown on her face. For her father's emotions, she chose to remain silent...

"We're going to go to Northern Xinjiang, did you go to Grandma Liu's grave to worship before you left?"

"We haven't been out of Pingjiang County for ten years."

After Qiu Rui finished speaking, he turned his hand behind his back.

"Yes, Daddy, my daughter has already visited Grandma Liu, let's go."

Qiu Rui and Huiwei untied Fangzi.

Yu Wenfang saw Qiu Rui's knife inserted in the placket of his clothes, which was the same as the man in the hat, and he didn't dare to make a sound for a while, and followed Huiwei's father and daughter all the way.

Qiu Rui and his daughter brought a few days of dry food and prepared to go to the post station and rush to the north by water.

Ten years of peasant life did not wear out Qiu Rui's fighting spirit for the current dynasty, and when he came to the rural areas in the south, he gradually became familiar with the folk customs and customs here. It turned out that the men who sent him here never cut off contact with him, and they came to the village to perform in the name of "calling Huazi" in the name of celebrating the Lantern Festival every year. At night, he discussed some things privately with Qiu Rui until dawn, and this correspondence has been maintained for ten years. It is also in the past two years that these men with hats have brought "Xu Bin" to Qiu Rui's side. became the same "killer" as the hat man. And the nameplate in Xu Bin's hand is the number plate of their organization "Bu Zujiao".

"Bu Zujiao" is a boat people and fishermen who have been drifting back and forth in the canal system for many years. Especially the boat people, they can't do without the boat all year round, they can't leave the canal, they always regard the canal as their roots, a cash cow, and without the canal, they will hardly survive. In this sense, they are closely related to the canal, sharing weal and woe, and their feelings are particularly deep.

At the source of the canal, it is from the northern border of Da Viet all the way down to the south. And the boat people in this area of the canal, most of them beg for a living around the canal. They are called "hats". They had no fixed place to live, so they regarded the wrecked ship as their home, covered with reeds, and could see the starry sky while lying on the bed, and the conditions could be imagined to be difficult. They are generally engaged in the professions of sharpening scissors, selling popcorn, making rattles, making tiger head shoes, cutting shoe patterns, touching river shrimp, and fortune telling. Wind and rain, taste bitterness. But at night, they will gather to worship the river fairy "Buzu God" they believe in together, which is such a situation, and the "hat guys" are known as the rise of "Buzu Religion". This has also become the life and spiritual sustenance of the canal "Laoer".

"Buzu", the folk are said to worship the monk as a master in the early years. Later, he came from the Lijing Hall, opened the hall to preach, and founded this folk religion, and the "Buzu" never showed his face and his identity was mysterious. Soon after the establishment of the Buzu Sect, it was connected with these civil forces in the canal. The temples built by the Buzu sect along the canal once became an ideal place for the "hat-fighting guys" who had nowhere to live. Sometimes the temple would give some money to these prodigal sons to tide over the crisis in their lives. Therefore, in their view, the years of crisis urgently need to find certain religions as spiritual sustenance. It is for this reason that a large number of prodigal sons in the Buzu Temple believe in the Beginning Ancestral Religion.

In the fifteenth year of Yongqing, with the development of both sides of the canal, the influence of the Buzu Sect became greater and greater, and the southern area once became the center of the Buzu Sect's power activities. Therefore, the local literati have clouds: "In the Ming season, there are Miyun people, who live in the south, and jointly prosper the Bujiao, that is, build a temple in the place, worship Buddha statues, and eat vegetarian scriptures." As a result, the Bujiao organization in the prodigal son of Caohe began to take on the nature of a certain guild gang. Within their organization, they are usually referred to as master, uncle, apprentice, godfather, and godfather. The workers and sailors on the grain ships of each gang all set up their own sects, recruited disciples, formed sworn friends, and did things according to the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, and helped each other. There is a generational division between the "hats" and the hierarchical constraints of master and apprentice. They continued to expand their organization with the words "pure morality, devout Dharma, benevolence and wisdom, inherent nature, and great treasure and chase." In the middle of them, each gang has an old hall boat, on which a portrait of the foot sect is hung, and one is elected as the leader, also known as the head of the meeting, the old manager. The "old hall boat" became the authority of this gang company, which formulated the gang rules, the gang entry ceremony, controlled the wages of each river boat prodigal son, established the gang contact signal, and had the right to kill and kill the sailors who joined the gang, and each gang became an independent "secret kingdom" within it. And the hats who rescued the "Huiwei family" that year were the "masters" in this congregation...

Qiu Rui and his entourage began to embark on the road to northern Xinjiang.

"After passing the foot of Lushan Mountain, let's go and say goodbye to "Miaoyin".

Qiu Rui said to Huiwei.

"Okay Daddy, Elder Miaoyin, I'll definitely talk to him well."

Hui replied with a smile.

So Huiwei's father and daughter led Fangzi to the mountain...

Qiu Rui's father and daughter led Fangzi all the way, but Yu Wenfang himself did not make any requests and communication, and everything on the road was in his eyes. Because everything here is so new.

Now Fangzi's eyes are climbing the steps of the temple, which is the scene of Qiu Rui's first visit to "Lushan" in her dream. Yu Wenfang shouted:

"The front is... Donglin Temple"!?

...

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze...

Qiu Rui's father and daughter seemed to look at this "peculiar" girl in amazement...

Yu Wenfang followed Qiu Rui's father and daughter along the steps of the mountain road to the "temple". The stone monument, the door railing, and the archway, except for the lion stone statue lacking the grandeur of five hundred years later, have given Fangzi a sense of artistic conception that she has never had. "Crossing", in the eyes of Yu Wenfang, a senior otaku, she can't imagine and can't say the taste!

Yoshiko mobilized all her knowledge base in her brain to explain this phenomenon that ordinary people can't understand...

But unfortunately, she can't explain the experience that this environment has brought to her other than to feel this unique fate. Qiu Rui and the three of them came to the gate of the temple, but there was no one in the courtyard. Qiu Rui walked straight into the courtyard, and there was a thin old monk in the hall reading the scriptures with his hands folded in the hall.

"I'm going to Northern Xinjiang." Qiu Rui whispered.

....

Silent....

.....

"I heard from Jia Shangshang that there are people in the north who are making a mutiny; I'll see you before I leave."

Qiu Rui said.

"The color of the relics is emptiness, and emptiness is the color. Donors should think twice",

"Amitabha"~

The old monk said lightly.

"There is something I want in the north, and my brothers have suffered there, how can I sit idly by, let alone that tyrant... He...."

Qiu Rui suddenly increased his volume, and then was interrupted by the monk.

"It can be said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, this world will be ruined."

"My ruined temple can't accommodate the donor."

The old monk turned his head and looked at Qiu Rui.

"Thank you Elder An for saving your life, and I will not reveal half a sentence about your conversation and life experience."

....

The old monk didn't speak again, Qiu Rui said goodbye to Monk An Ran and turned around and walked to Huiwei's side.

"Elder Miaoyin, my father and I are going to a far, far away place on this trip, will you miss me?"

Huiwei squatted down and whispered.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, hum"...

"Thank you for always growing up with me, and when my father and I come back from northern Xinjiang, I will definitely send you a lot of food! Okay"!?

"Hum, hum, uh-huh"...

Fangzi couldn't stand it anymore and shouted:

"Isn't it just a pig..."

It turned out that "Elder Miaoyin" was a two-thousand-pound sow, and Donglin Temple "Jian'an" was rebuilt in the first year to take care of an old farmer. When the sow cubs are docile and good to eat, they have grown into nearly a thousand catties in a few years, and Elder An Zhen saw this fate and received the name "Miaoyin" for Buddhism. Because Miao Yin entered the temple earlier than all the monks, pilgrims called him "elder".

When Qiu Rui's father and daughter came to Donglin Temple, they formed a fate with "Miaoyin", and the relationship between "Miaoyin" and Huiwei has been very close since Huiwei remembered in the "Tulou". Huiwei didn't have many friends, but when her father Qiu Rui was discussing with the temple monks, she often played and frolicked with "Miaoyin" left and right. When Huiwei is free, she will stay in the temple with Miaoyin until sunset, and "Miaoyin" does not recognize life, as if she was born familiar with Huiwei in childhood. Ten years later, Huiwei has grown into an adult, and "Miaoyin" is already a thousand catties of old pigs like old fairies, kindly and safely accompanying Huiwei's growth. Sometimes listen to Xiao Huiwei's troubles, and sometimes play with Xiao Huiwei enthusiastically. Today, Huiwei's farewell to "Miaoyin" seems to be ten years like a white horse...

"This pig really knows you very well"!

Yu Wenfang said when she looked at Huiwei's cordial interaction with "Miaoyin".

"Yes, I became associated with Buddhism because of it, and I often eat fasting and chant Buddha with it."

Huiwei squatted on the ground and looked at "Miaoyin", and said kindly.

Qiu Rui looked at Huiwei with relief on the side and didn't speak...

Yu Wenfang looked around the temple around the shed, and the temple she saw now did not have the splendor it had five hundred years later. And the current "Donglin Temple" is more pure and reverent.

"Does this temple repair books"?

Yu Wenfang looked at the portrait of Arhat Buddha opposite the pigpen and said.

"Repair"...

Qiu Rui replied solemnly.

"Most of the monks of the temple have been stationed in the palace to give lectures, you know"?

Qiu Rui glanced at Fangzi and then looked up at the beam.

"You will die, I saw the end in the history books five hundred years later."

Fangzi was not calm, and said to Qiu Rui in a loud voice.

"You passed this temple five hundred years later"!?

Huiwei looked at Fangzi and said.

"Yes, I came to you from the scriptures of the temple".

Yoshiko said seriously.

"I've been chanting in the temple lately, why haven't I heard of this?"

Qiu Rui quietly watched the conversation between his daughter and Fangzi, and even he, a former jinshi, had to wait and see what happened.

"Where's the Scripture Pavilion? Can you take me inside"?

Yu Wenfang was excited.

"Okay, come on."

Ignoring the persuasion of his daughter Huiwei, Qiu Rui led Yu Wenfang out of the shed and walked to the "Hidden Scripture Pavilion". Under Qiu Rui's guidance, Huiwei pulled out a pile of manuscripts that Fangzi might want to see. Among them, Fangzi saw a copy of "Imperial City Induction Experience". After the translation, it is said in verses:

Yesterday I killed, today people kill me.

When the enemy is chasing for his life, where is the desire to hide?

In the past, the people used to break the lock of reincarnation.

Many men are strong today, and they are not afraid of hellfire

....

Suddenly, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning blew to the temple, and the three of them were blinded by the wind and sand... Yu Wenfang dodged the sand and rocks in all directions, as if she had been hit by a dead branch, and her eyes were so sleepy that she couldn't find people. There is only the sound of wind and sand walking around the ears..........

Although they don't kill people often, they need to ask for it every day.

Flesh is still insufficient, and the fur is even more let's go.

Happiness and sorrow will be born, and the repentance is too left.

Even if the situation is overwhelming, who is immune to cause and effect?

All beings are the same, and the resentment is the same group.

If you can't bear to hurt your feet, if you kill him, you will kill me.

I wish all the people in the Dharma realm, and I believe in the prayer of the Buddha.

Huakai Seven Treasure Pool, realize that there is no self in all laws.