"You should ask for the law number, not your surname, your brain is stupid, right?"

It's this crane Qiu Lao Dao again, Ouyang Rong found that his mouth is quite poisonous.

Ouyang Rong ignored the old way and nodded: "Well, then ask the senior monk for the number." ”

The withered monk lowered his eyebrows, "I don't know." ”

"I don't know the master, I look up to it for a long time."

He Qiu Lao Dao sneered, "He said he didn't know, did you kid want to make poor Dao laugh?" ”

Ouyang Rong glanced at him, "Which little cookie are you?" ”

Lao Dao asked curiously: "Biscuits? What is this, measured in blocks? ”

Ouyang Rong was silent and didn't talk.

He got up from the ground, left the lotus platform in the center, and walked to the darkness where the three of them were sheltering from the rain.

When I looked down, I saw that the white shirt on my body was mostly soaked. This kind of Hanfu, Ouyang Rong remembers as if he had seen it in a book.

The old system of round necks and large sleeves, horizontal skirts under the clothes, folds around the waist, and tops and bottoms was the upper clothes of scholars in ancient times, as if only scholars and officials could wear them.

After fumbling the way it was dressed, he finally took it off and threw it aside, fortunately there was a moon-white undershirt inside, but Ouyang Rong was not happy at all.

The feeling of wearing this strange dress is 'heavy', and the friction with the skin is also very rough, as if he has worn a coarse rag from the balcony on his body, which is not at all soft and comfortable compared to his plush and thickened autumn coat and autumn pants and down jacket.

But what is strange is that although this replaced Confucian costume is thin, he tossed in the early morning moonlight for so long, and he was still wet, but he didn't feel how cold.

"Have you even changed the seasons......

Ouyang Rong muttered, and shivered twice, not because he had a cold, but because he was very familiar with the current set of encounters and trends, and the familiarity was like returning home.

In the past, this kind of opening process Ouyang Rong usually walked away without raising his eyelids, and the only thing that made him care a little in the first two chapters was whether the male protagonist was half as handsome as him.

Ouyang Rong and Crane Qiu Lao Dao, like the three of them, found a dry place in the dark, sat on the spot, and then took off the boots on their right feet.

He wanted to do it a long time ago, and his right foot pocket... That is, the sock, a hole was broken, and his thumb had been poking his head out of it since he had just climbed the rope, and he couldn't retract it...... Forcing the rhythm of obsessive-compulsive disorder to death.

After putting the suit on the back, put on the boots again.

He stared at the rain curtain falling in the center of the dungeon.

Rubbed the right cheek hard.

At the moment, if it is really a rebirth, then it is a random a... The ancient world of Gaowu? This dungeon rebirth point seems to be safe at the moment, but there are some mythical forces outside that are incomprehensible to him, and it seems that some kind of terrifying force has the upper hand, and look at what kind of pure land people are forced to.

As for whether it is worn by the soul or by the body...... The face is still the same face, it looks like it's worn, but it's not necessarily, what if it's the same person in parallel time and space, it's just a different situation, but it's possible.

Now there is only one question left - his identity in this world.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and touched the gauze on his forehead, and the pain and wet and sticky feel after finger pressure showed that the wound was one inch and seven minutes above the right eyebrow bone, and it was about two fingers wide and long.

He glanced at the stone lotus pedestal in the center of the dungeon.

Ouyang Rong pointed to the wound on his head and whispered: "Excuse me, who saved me?" ”

"How do you know we saved it?" It's the old man who replied again.

Of the three people in the dungeon, the withered monk always bowed his head and chanted the scriptures, giving Ouyang Rong an unfathomable feeling, and the slender girl didn't know whether she was too cold or too shy, so she didn't say a word.

Looking at it this way, this old man who has a bit of a chatter attribute can talk.

Ouyang Rong slumped his shoulders, "I fell from above, and when I woke up, I was lying on my back facing up, but my forehead was injured, who saved me if you didn't save it?" It can't be the one I brought with me before I fell. ”

"It's a bit of a brainstorm...... Well, that's right. He Qiu Lao Dao smiled, "But don't thank me and the stupid bald donkey, go and thank her, this girl saved you." ”

Ouyang Rong was a little surprised, looking at the slender girl on the right, it turned out to be a cold-faced and warm-hearted master.

Learning from the similar word order of the crane Qiu Lao Dao, he also organized the following wording, unfamiliar and clenched his fists:

"Thank you...... The girl helped. ”

The slender girl only nodded her head, looking like she cherished words like gold.

Ouyang Rong waited for a while, and then ...... Slightly embarrassed.

Old Man Qiu couldn't help laughing, "Hahahahaha......"

"Laugh with a hammer."

"She's a mute girl, and you're waiting for her to speak? Hahahaha......"

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the slender girl twice.

In the laughter of the old way, the latter's body trembled slightly, and the head of the mantis was buried even lower.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "All living beings are suffering, don't laugh at it." ”

Crane Qiu Lao Dao sneered, "Which eye did you laugh at when you saw the poor road, laughing because it was so interesting here hahaha." ”

"This Pure Land Palace, the four of us, this is a god bald donkey, this is a dumb girl, you are a nerd fool, and the poor road, heh is also a thing full of poisonous sores that can't see the table, the four of us got together, hahaha is so interesting."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the throat of the crane Qiu Lao Dao, who laughed too violently, and the neck that had been shrunk in the black feather crane revealed some festering pus-filled skin.

But the strange thing is that this old man who is full of poisonous sores looks like a teenager, if it weren't for the gray hair and rickety body, it would really be no different from a young man.

It's really a crane-haired child.

He Qiu Lao Dao suddenly asked, "Hey boy, do you want a daughter-in-law?" ”

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, "Taoist priests don't lie. ”

"You just say you want to."

The body nodded very honestly, but said, "Dao Chief, how embarrassing is this......"

He Qiu Lao Dao stroked his palms and laughed, and pointed to the slender mute girl.

"Then this girl, I can't get out anyway, you two are a nerd, a little mute, just make a pair, it's a good match to be a pair of fallen mandarin ducks, hahaha, what do you think, little girl? If you don't speak for three breaths, you'll agree...... That's okay, let's get married now, and before dawn, you two hurry up to visit the cave room. ”

Ouyang Rong silently looked at the old way of the fun man and did not speak.

The slender mute woman was also motionless, as if she was ignoring it.

The old man laughed for a while, and found that no one cared about him, but he was not embarrassed, and his face was naturally supported by the mixed yuan scarf hat.

"Hmph, be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs, don't regret it in the future."

Ouyang Rong didn't say anything.

I don't know when the rain outside has stopped, and after the dark clouds have faded, the moon has set, and the whole world has darkened a lot.

This night scene, Ouyang Rong, who often gets up early to go to the rooftop to endorse, is no stranger, and it is about to dawn.

He looked at the well-sized hole at the top of the center of the underground palace again, and couldn't help but murmur, "Is this really a pure land?" ”

"How can this be fake? Don't you believe the words of the 'ignorant master' again? The crane Qiu Lao Dao smiled and groaned.

Someone sighed, and then whispered a confession: "I didn't think I would have looked at that kind of thing in Buddhism if I had known it." ”

"What are you looking at?" Lao Dao seemed to be very interested in him, and kept an eye on him from beginning to end.

Also, I don't know that the master is talking to himself and chanting the scriptures, and the little mute girl can't speak, so the two of them can chat normally for a while.

"Something that deducts merit."

"You scholars still believe this?"

"I didn't believe it, but now I don't believe it."

"Half a believer?"

"Because my education didn't allow me to trust everything."

"You're a nerd, but you're funny."

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head, "How do you know I'm a nerd?" Are there other people out there? Do you know me? ”

"I don't know." He Qiu Lao Dao pursed his lips, "But isn't your dress the one that learns from the sage?" The words are also hidden and tucked, so unpleasant! ”

"Is there a ...... out there?"

"Leave it alone, the flood just now wasn't enough for you to die? Let's stay honestly, I finally came to a pure land, and hahaha I have to rest well. ”

"If this is the Pure Land...... Why are there only four of us? What about others. ”

"Because your kid has a good life, everyone else is suffering outside." Lao Dao waved his hand impatiently: "Also, you scholars, don't keep thinking about being a saint to save the world." ”

"Are there saints in this world?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

"Yes." Crane Qiu Lao Daonu gestured, "You don't be." Without the power of a saint, the heart of a saint. ”

Ouyang Rong shook his head, "I'm not a saint, and I don't have the heart of a saint. ”

"That's for the best. Moreover, what kind of saints are they, they are obviously thieves. ”

Lao Dao sneered, and pointed his index finger outside: "All these natural and man-made disasters are ultimately caused by those guys who claim to be the protégés of saints. As long as there are saints in the world, there will be thieves who steal the names and instruments of saints. So how is this saint different from a thief? It's just an unintentional and a deliberate, the source of chaos. Saints and thieves deserve to die! Saints are the most damned! ”

Ouyang Rong raised his eyes and looked at him, "You're talking about the Taoist 'saint immortal thief', my specialty... I have learned that coursework, and those who are familiar with it will memorize it backwards. ”

"Oh? Do you still study this in your coursework? He Qiu Lao Dao was a little surprised.

Ouyang Rong hesitated and said implicitly: "To be precise, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all learn a little and understand a little bit. "Damn, can you not be familiar with professional classes? When he was admitted to graduate school, it was hee-hee-ha.

He Qiu raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but look at him more, and suddenly asked, "What is the First Meaning of the Noble Truth?" ”

Ouyang Rong casually picked a short answer, "There is no saint." ”

This is a question of the Buddha, which is to ask, what is the highest truth of Buddhism; Ouyang Rong replied, there is no saint in the emptiness.

He Qiu Lao Dao was silent for a while, and it was rare to put away his frivolity.

After chewing for a while, he glanced at him, "You're not a little bit." ”

Ouyang Rong sighed, "That's why I'm going back." ”

Crane Qiu sneered, "I also said that there is no saint." I want to go up again to save the people. ”

Ouyang Rong didn't explain, the 'go back' in his mouth and the 'go up' in the old Tao's mouth are not all the same thing.

Feeling that his physical strength was almost recovered, Ouyang Rong stood up with his palms propped up and walked towards the central lotus seat again.

For the first time in his life, he took all his time and effort to prepare for something so seriously, but when he was about to greet it, God suddenly told him:

It's over......

It's all over.

Ouyang Rong disagreed.

"I don't save people, I... Save myself. ”

He replied softly, but more like to himself.

He Qiu Lao Dao shook his head, said no more, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

I don't know that the master noticed the movement, stopped chanting, and persuaded with a compassionate face: "Donor, this place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above it is the Infernal Hell......

Lao Dao closed his eyes and said: "Don't bother talking, people are saints, and the realm is different from ours." ”

"Saint!" I don't know if the master seemed to remember something, he lowered his head and whispered: "The saint is dead, the Taoist ancestor is dead, even the Buddha... All dead. Why are there still people who are obsessed with it and go to death? ”

The monk Buddha chanted, clasped his palms, and continued to chant the scriptures:

"As I heard, there are sinful beings who have fallen into hell, and there are bull-headed jailers, horse-headed rakshasas, spears in their hands, driven into the city gates, and to the infernal hell, for animals and ghosts, for pus and blood, for ashes and miasma, for flying sand to crush the body, for electricity to break the heart, for the bloom to rot for the great mountain of meat, there are hundreds of eyes, immeasurable smacking ......"

Ouyang Rong walked by without turning a deaf ear, and when he passed by the slender mute girl, the latter suddenly stretched out his hand to 'stop' him.

Looking down, the girl who was hugging her knees and burying her face actually handed over a sheepskin bag and water bag.

He licked her parched lips and took them, only to find that her right palm had only four fingers.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and drank without touching his mouth, and returned it.

"Thank you."

The mute girl retracted her hand with the missing little finger and didn't stop it again.

He walked past her, and then he saw that she had been sitting on a straight 'long bar'. The strip is like a sword.

Ouyang Rong picked up the lotus golden lamp that was broken in half on the ground, but fortunately, the rope was still tightly tied to the lamp base and was still usable.

It's still the same place, it's still the same way.

This time, perhaps because he was familiar with the road, or maybe he was lucky, Ouyang Rong, who was standing on the lotus pedestal, only tried for the fifth time, and successfully threw half of the lotus lamp out of the hole.

and tightly wrapped around a fixed weight outside.

Someone who didn't give up began to climb, this time paying close attention, carefully watching the movement outside.

Finally.

Once again, he climbed safely to the exit.

Ouyang Rong found that this exit was indeed very similar to a well, because there was a cylindrical corridor of about one meter or more, connecting to the ceiling of the square underground palace below.

Ouyang Rong observed for a short while, preparing to enter the last section of the road.

But at this moment, a beast's roar suddenly came from outside the well, this roar seemed to be a human but not a human, like a beast but not a beast, Ouyang Rong had never heard it. To make him even more desperate, the rope in his arms began to sway without wind - it was some kind of creature on it that was pulling at his rope, and the rope was shaking!

At the last moment, Ouyang Rong's body was like a curved nine-stone strong bow, suddenly pulled up and swooped, threw the rope in the air, and slammed his hands on the edge of the well, and the broken rope fell back to the underground palace from his side.

Ouyang Rong hung on it alone, his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and the unknown evil thing outside made him dare not gasp, he could only suppress and suppress.

He exhaled sharply in small gulps, and his trembling fingers on the edge of the wellhead could clearly feel the roughness of the rock and the slippery of the blood mixed with the morning dew.

The palm of his hand was bleeding, but someone was still motionless, as if he was still digesting a series of sudden changes before digesting a few breaths.

Below, I don't know the master, the crane Qiu is old, and the dumb girl with severed fingers all looked up at him from afar.

Ouyang Rong looked down.

I don't know that the master shook his head at him, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

He Qiu Lao Dao closed his eyes and chanted for the first time tonight: "Fusheng immeasurable heavenly venerable, incredible merit." ”

The mute girl stood up and let out a soft 'ah', not knowing what she wanted to say, and there was reluctance in her eyes.

Ouyang Rong tugged at his muddy lips and smiled at them.

He really wanted to go home.

Even if God is joking about being reborn, he has to climb up and see for himself.

Even if it was the hell of Ah Nose who really stepped on the horse, Ouyang Rong had to take a look at it to completely kill this heart.

Ouyang Rong raised his head, the sky the size of a wellhead above his head, the sky was already bright, he was hungry and tired, but he used the strength of the last horizontal bar on the passing line of the final physical test......

Flipped out.

……

The dry well stands quietly in front of a peach blossom forest, surrounded by a stone fence.

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting next to the well, was stunned.

In the distance, among the verdant bamboo forests, you can occasionally see the bell tower leaking a touch of cornices, and there are yawning monks slowly knocking the morning bell upstairs.

And to the east, there is a red sun rising from the eastward river, looking at all the creatures who dare to look directly.

"This ......" his slightly sunken eye sockets were illuminated a little warmly, and he sniffed the sandalwood unique to the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

Just as the dull bell in the mountains and forests came, a group of monks suddenly broke open the hidden courtyard gate, flexibly climbed over the stone fence, and hurriedly ran in front of Ouyang Rong, gathering him in surprise.

"County master, county master, you are here! Why did you get to the Beitian Nursing Home! ”

"County master, we are looking for you so hard, where did you go last night, we searched all night, the host and take care of your little Yan Zhuye almost died in a hurry! They are all ready to go down the mountain this morning to inform the yamen and send someone to search the mountain! ”

"Amitabha, fortunately, county master, if I find you later, Xiaoyan will have to let our heads move. You're okay with a head injury, but what about your clothes......"

A group of monks surrounded Ouyang Rong and asked wildly, and the latter was in a state of confusion throughout the whole process, staring at the bald heads in front of him dangling, and his eyes were dazzled.

"Okay, okay, don't shout, the county master's injury...... Just healed, don't surround it all, let everyone breathe. Finally, a small novice who seemed to be the leader finally stood up and pushed the wall apart.

This little novice is in his teens, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his small brain is very shiny, and when he came to Ouyang Rong to look at him, he was still a little reflective and dazzling.

Xiao Shami's hand waved in front of Ouyang Rong's eyes, and then gave him a deep pulse, and after a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

couldn't help muttering: "I didn't expect that Master's medical skills would be reliable, and he could wake up after so many days...... Ahem County Master, when did you wake up, why did you leave the yard alone in the middle of the night? ”

"You...... You guys...... I...... No. Ouyang Rong sighed, touched the wound on his forehead, and didn't know how to speak.

Finally, he reacted, hurriedly pointed to the dry well behind him, and said, "Below, the people below ......"

Xiao Shami was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with other senior brothers, frowned and asked, "County Master, did you drop this ...... last night This Pure Land Palace? ”

Ouyang Rong nodded, opened his mouth to speak, and asked somehow, "Is this really a pure land down here?" ”

"That's the name."

Seeing his confused look, Xiao Shami probably reacted to something, and he pointed to the dry well and explained:

"County master, this pure land palace used to be the place where our Donglin Temple worshiped relics, and it was the ...... of this dynasty" It seems to be taboo, and Xiao Shami immediately changed his words, "It was the previous dynasty Taizong, the previous host of the temple, built by the emperor's order, at that time, the Buddhist temples in the whole country were popular to set up towers, repair underground palaces, and welcome Buddha bones, but later the lotus pagoda above collapsed, and this pure land palace was also abandoned...... As for the people in it now......"

Xiao Shami walked to the well and shouted directly inside: "Hey, Senior Brother Xiuzhen! It's time for an early fast! ”

Soon, the voice of the unknown master that was familiar to Ouyang Rong came from below:

"Your Excellency, why are you outside, come down quickly! This place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above it is the Infernal Hell! ”

Ouyang Rong was speechless for a moment.

Xiao Shami turned his head and sighed: "Senior Brother Xiuzhen has been crazy for many years, he used to be very good, but later he always said that we were evil creatures and wanted to eat him, and he always looked for dog holes and bed boards to drill, saying that he wanted to find a place in the Pure Land of Bliss...... We had to hang him down with a rope and deliver some food every day, and he liked to stay below. ”

Ouyang Rong frowned, looked down at his hand that was worn by the rope, and couldn't help but ask, "Then, there are two more people down there......"

"Ah, there are two more down there?" Xiao Shami was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Oh, it should be a patient and a beggar from the Beitian Nursing Home." He looked around, "The dry well is at the back gate of the Beitian Courtyard, it seems that the senior brother who manages the courtyard slacked off again yesterday, and let the patients in the shelter run out and fall down." ”

"Beitian Nursing Home? ......" Ouyang Rong was stunned, thinking of the dumb girl with severed fingers and the old Tao covered with poisonous sores below.

Xiao Shami looked at Ouyang Rong, who seemed to be a little unstable, and said cautiously: "Yes, speaking of which, if the Beitian Nursing Home can be opened, it is still the county master, you are compassionate and heartfelt, the county government has funding every year, and we are responsible for sheltering some of the county's ugly diseases, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled." County master, they shouldn't have scared you last night, right? ”

Ouyang Rong bowed his head and was silent.

Seeing his contemplative appearance, Xiao Shami was a little cowardly.

It may be that the natural awe of civilians in this era for people with official bodies is all summarized as some kind of official authority, in fact, Ouyang Rong knows where there is any official authority, but Donglin Temple is under the rule of this county. If all life and death are in the hands of others, it is natural to be careful about the other party's face and mood at all times.

At this time, the sharp-eyed little novice suddenly saw a dirty beggar lying on all fours in the bamboo forest not far away, tearing and biting things everywhere, looking not in a good mental state.

He hurriedly glanced at the senior brothers next to him, so he divided a few monks and hurriedly ran to fork people and escorted them back to the sanatorium.

These small movements that happened around him, and the various expressions of the monks, most of the silent and down-to-eye people actually saw it in their eyes.

He wasn't stupid by the ups and downs, he just ...... When these absurd reasons cleared up the absurd misunderstanding, a new and almost certain reality was before him, and he was a little ...... Even more disappointed.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that his head was starting to get a little dizzy, but he still reluctantly stood up, and patiently said to them: "I'm fine, I'm not scared, the Labor Commission, you have explained so much, by the way, I haven't asked you ...... yet."

Xiao Shami immediately straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The little monk's hair is beautiful, just call it directly, the county master." ”

Ouyang Rong glanced at the shiny little head and nodded, "Okay hair." You don't have to help me, I can do it...... But I have a question. ”

"The county lord just said!"

"Did you hear last night, last night's heavy rain and heavy water? What's going on with this momentum! ”

The haired little monk and his companions, who were laughing easily a second ago, were suddenly silent.

Ouyang Rong felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, grabbed the small shoulders of his hair, and said in a weak but unquestionable tone: "You say." ”

Seeing that his companions were also looking at him, the haired little monk had no choice but to bite the bullet, pointed to the south and whispered:

"County lord, you should know when you take office that our Jiangzhou field is lower than the world; The field of Longcheng is lower than Jiangzhou; And Lie Ze Zhonghui, Yunmeng is the most, Yunmeng Guze is next to our Longcheng County......"

"At the moment of the rainy season, the water level of Yunmengze has risen sharply, and it was ...... last night The Digong Gate, which held back the water, collapsed, and a flash flood erupted...... Now not only our Longcheng County, but all counties in Jiangzhou have been flooded. ”

Hearing a few familiar and unfamiliar words such as 'Yunmengze', 'Di Gongzha', and 'Longcheng County', Ouyang Rong's already dizzy head seemed to be in some kind of stress reaction, and he felt severe pain.

It's like someone has stuck a hose into his head, and the faucet connected at the other end has been turned to the maximum.

Ouyang Rong pushed everyone away, stumbled out of the Beitian Courtyard, and came to an open and good place, looking south at the bottom of the mountain, as far as his eyes could see, there were collapsed houses, flooded fields, and weeping women and children......

Everywhere you look, there is a country.

For some reason, witnessing this scene, a poem suddenly appeared in Ouyang Rong's mind, as if someone had stuffed it into his mind out of thin air:

The city is full of blood, nothing more than a thought to save the people.

This is a little bit of the style of the second middle school, not at all like him who is a 'good old musician', but ...... The memories and thoughts of the 'original body' of the righteous gentleman began to gush and instill along with the headache.

"Good fellow, my dead memories are starting to attack me...... Wait, I remember, I'm the new county magistrate of Longcheng, and on the day I took office, I announced in public that I wanted to cure the flood, and the result was ...... Immediately fell into the water and drowned...... What a bad luck guy, what a good flag......"

Before Ouyang Rong lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was the eager shouts of Xiu Fa......

He suddenly felt that maybe it would be good to stay in the Pure Land below?

……