"Amitabha, the poor monk looks at the faces of the two female Bodhisattvas, shocking to the heavens, by no means a layman, extremely rich and noble, wonderful!"

In front of the Buddha Hall in the early morning, Master Shanshan came over, said with a smile on his beard.

In addition to the delicate and dumb girl bending down slightly and politely returning the salute.

Neither the candle in the snow nor the old monster Sun said anything.

Master Shandao quietly looked at the three people who were strangely matched, turned his head and smiled kindly at the delicate girl who seemed to be in a low mood, and said:

"I view the female Bodhisattva, you have a prosperous appearance, the appearance of the flower is very lovely, eighty percent is also a lot of life in love, right now, sad eyebrows, seems to be hurt by love? Can't do it both ways?

"And this female bodhisattva, although her face is cold and cold, she suddenly grows peach blossoms, and it seems that there is a catastrophe for the family......"

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head sideways, stunned for a moment when she listened.

With his back to the old monk's candle in the snow, the air around him suddenly cooled.

The Master of Good Guidance still doesn't know it.

Sun Lao was happy and said, "The bald donkey said well, if you can say it, you can say more." ”

Master Shandao glanced at the old man and ignored this peer who was suspected of stealing jobs.

"Coincidentally, the marriage of this temple is very effective." The old monk spoke to himself, turned around and gestured to the Buddha hall behind him:

"There are many lost donors under the mountain, who have come to this temple to ask about marriage...... Yunyun, the two female bodhisattvas are willing to enter the temple for a try? ”

Old Monster Sun clasped his hands in his sleeves, smiling and squinting at Master Shandao, his eyes expecting encouragement, mixed with a hint of looking at his future inmates.

But the candle in the snow seemed to have a thought, ignored it, and walked straight ahead.

Zhao Qingxiu and others followed.

With perseverance, Master Shandao caught up, rummaged through the sleeves of his robe, and took out a box of bamboo tubes.

"Two female Bodhisattvas please stay, if you are in a hurry, this temple also has a simple service for marriage, just shake the marriage sign holder twice, fly out of a lot, specially prepared for the Bodhisattva donors who are in a hurry to go down the mountain......"

As if remembering the words of the master of good guidance just now, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but look at the old monk more, and his steps hesitated slightly.

Master Shandao hurriedly handed over the bamboo tube.

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't refuse, as soon as her fingers touched the stick, the candle in the snow beside her suddenly waved her hand.

also touched the lottery holder and slapped the marriage lottery holder.

Master Shandao was stunned.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ——!" The bamboo sticks in the tube make a bang.

But in an instant, a rather strange scene occurred.

I saw that the bamboo tube rolled on the ground, and most of the bamboo sticks stopped in the tube unharmed, but two bamboo sticks wrapped in red paper flew out alone.

Coincidentally, one spun and smashed on Zhao Qingxiu's skirt, and the other flew to the feet of the candle in the snow.

The atmosphere fell silent.

All four of them paused.

Zhao Qingxiu looked down, picked up the red stick, and opened the red paper with a small face.

The old man Sun beside her was amazed, and the old Taoist priest of good deeds, pointed his head and took a closer look, and read it out instead of the dumb man:

"The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village?"

"Amitabha! This female bodhisattva is really prosperous, and she is signed. ”

The master of good guidance quickly straightened out his appearance, double ten, looked like a master, with a solemn face, and explained:

"Although the love road is difficult, don't quit your work, as long as your heart is strong, you have a destination in front of you, Huaigen dreams, and you are willing to come to hardship, remember to remember."

Zhao Qingxiu paused, bit her lower lip lightly, and stared at the words on the red signature paper, "Ahhh......h

See the light at the end of the tunnel......

Old Sun glanced at the candle in the snow with a very bad face, and couldn't help laughing, looking at the lively avenue:

"Hey, what about the eldest lady?"

The old Taoist, Zhao Qingxiu, and Master Shandao turned their heads to look at each other.

At this moment, the blond-haired fox-white fur woman stood still, and a bamboo stick fell in front of her high boots, without the slightest intention of picking it up.

He Qiu Lao Dao looked curious, and bent down to pick up the bamboo sticks on the ground, but in the next second, in his field of vision, the bamboo sticks disappeared.

At the foot of the candle in the snow, a marriage bamboo stick was turned into powder by the sword gas and disappeared into the world.

"Ox-nosed old bald donkey, looking for death?" She squinted.

"......" Sun Lao Monster.

"What do you see?" For his own seventh junior sister who looked at him stupidly, the candle in the snow was not angry: "Go!" ”

The candle in the snow grabbed Zhao Qingxiu's wrist and left with a cold face.

Sun Lao Wei obediently followed, and before leaving, he turned back with a righteous face:

"Do you know who she is? The marriage is calculated to be given to this master, hey, I don't know whether to say that your old bald donkey has good eyesight or is bad.

"This little deception is good, and it is almost enough to coax the dumb girl, thinking that this lord is also the same as the dumb girl, and will be willful?"

The old Taoist priest sneered.

The trio with odd outfits quickly left.

Only Master Shandao was left dumbfounded, standing in place, looking at the ground, and rubbing his eyes.

Shaoqing, looking left and right, seeing that there was no one, the old monk frowned sadly, muttering something like "the female donors in other places are too rude", "I lost a lot of lottery in vain before it opened early in the morning" and so on.

Master Shandao sighed for a while, raised his hand and touched his bare head, and returned to the temple in amazement, just in time to meet the haired little novice who was jumping around and holding a stick.

The latter seemed to be about to run back to the temple, bumped into the master of good guidance, and saluted obediently:

"Master."

Master Shandao nodded solemnly and asked solemnly, "Well, what are you doing here?" ”

"There is a new female benefactor in the temple who asks for a sign from the apprentice......"

Xiufa said happily, but before he finished speaking, the new lottery holder in his arms disappeared, and the little novice was stunned, looked down, and looked up again, only to see that the master had taken the new lottery holder.

Master Shandao tidied up his robe, looked compassionate, stepped into the hall, and said without looking back:

"Well, let's go for the teacher, take a rest, and ...... by the way"

Before leaving, Master Shandao handed out an old sticker with gray stains and broken marks, and admonished:

"If you drop a stick, you go to the apse and cut a bamboo to make up for it."

Xiu Hair stared at the back of his master Shi Shiran leaving, unable to speak.

Shaoqing, with the old damaged sticker, went to the apse dejectedly.

Xiao Shami was diligent, and quickly cut a new bamboo stick, and took a piece of new red paper from the Buddhist scriptures to make a bookmark, and dipped it in ink and picked up a pen.

"Huh."

The little novice, who knew all the signatures by heart, scratched his head with the root of the brush and muttered:

"What's missing?"

Xiu Fa rummaged through the existing sticks, seemed to feel too troublesome, turned his head to take out a marriage sign book, poured out all the bamboo sticks, and compared the legend one by one to do the elimination.

Oh, he nodded abruptly: "Found it." ”

In the uninhabited hall, the little novice put down the pen and red paper, and read lightly while writing:

"The sound of the wind makes the bamboo, only the sound of the golden pendant; The moon moves the shadow of the flower, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming.

"Well, it's the root sign, before the flower and under the moon, the chickens and dogs smell each other, the old moon sends each other, and good things are approaching...... This is a 'jade lover' approaching, and they have already met, but the person who shakes the lot still doesn't know it. ”

Xiu Fa muttered: "It's not difficult for the little monk at all, but why doesn't the master let the little monk go out of the school, is there still a trick that has not been mastered?" ”

Xiao Shami scratched his bright little bald head, sighed, and threw a sticker into the bamboo tube to make up for it again.

"With so many signatures, the cause and effect of this red dust is really complicated, and I am also worried."

The hall was empty, and no one responded.

……

In a silent dungeon.

During the day, the light was a little brighter, but it was still claustrophobic and silent.

I saw that there was a withered monk who was far away from the lotus pedestal in the center and sat in the dark.

Right now, the figures of Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu, Sun Laowei and others have long disappeared.

Everything seems to have been cut off by cause and effect, and the dust has settled, and no one comes.

The withered monk who had been forgotten by everyone in the underground palace was holding a bag of mung bean cake wrapped in oiled paper in his palm, and was chewing and tasting with relish.

This is the dumb girl with a sword on her back who is full of aura and has a relationship with the Buddha before leaving, bending down and handing it to Xiuzhen.

In order to thank her, Xiuzhen was full of regret after she and Crane Qiu insisted on going to the Infernal Hell, and recited the scriptures for a while to pray for blessings.

Even a certain young county magistrate who didn't want to die climbed twice, Xiuzhen never recited such a long scripture to him and prayed for blessings.

Well, I don't know who Xiuzhen's "face" learned from......

After eating the pastry, Xiuzhen sat in place, facing a huge underground palace.

Alone.

But at this moment, if someone approaches and takes a closer look, they will find that this withered monk is not sluggish.

He sat on the spot, folded his hands, and stared intently at the Buddha Bunsen painting on the wall of the underground palace in front of him.

Something seemed to be fascinating him.

But to be precise, in addition to the Buddha Bunsheng painting of "Prince Sata sacrificing his body to feed the tiger" on the east wall, and the Buddha Bunsheng painting of "Corpse King Cutting Meat Trade Pigeon" on the south wall, the other two Buddha Bunsheng paintings attract the attention of the monk Xiuzhen.

The mural of "Prince Sata sacrifices his body to feed the tiger" on the east side, after a young county magistrate saved Di Gongzha for the first time, Xiuzhen has stopped watching.

As for the mural on the south side, "the corpse of the king cutting meat and trading pigeons......

On the fifteenth day of July, it was a young county magistrate who came to the underground palace instead of A Qing and was kidnapped by the three young men of the Liu family and others.

Xiu Zhenren lived at home, the pot came from the sky, and the disaster affected the pool, and he was knocked down by the three young men of the Liu family, and then he slowly woke up in a bloody corpse scene, and he no longer looked at the murals on the south side.

Nowadays, in the eyes of the withered monks, there are still two murals of the Buddha Bunsheng.

In the silent underground palace, Xiuzhen turned his back to the east wall, and looked at the Buddha Bunsen mural on the west side with dull eyes.

Not long ago, Xiuzhen, who witnessed the scene of an infatuated mute woman treating her lover, suddenly got up.

He walked to the mural on the west side of the underground palace.

In the darkness, the withered monk smiled and nodded:

"The little monk looked at the 'qi', the infernal hell, it turned out that there was also the 'qi' of light, and the donors all walked out of the painting, Amitabha."

The monk's face gradually became solemn, and he turned back suddenly:

"Hey, there's a painting, why isn't there anyone in it?"

After many years of sitting and watching quietly, his eyes were full of confusion, and he looked at the last mural due north, "The Moonlight King Shi Shou".

In the end, the withered monk fell to the ground and fell into delirium again.

……

Ouyang Rong suddenly discovered that it was not a simple "arc".

To be precise...... It's an arc.

Not a point, not a line.

Rather, it's the surface.

It is about half a foot long.

The shape is like a petal like a blue butterfly flower, which later became known as an iris.

The "petals" are thinner than paper, as transparent as water, and there is a clear blue streamer like a clear sky, which flows slowly on it.

At this moment, it was twisted by Ouyang Rong's two fingers, slowly pulled out of nothingness, and pinched between his fingers.

Ouyang Rong's eyes did not blink, staring at this unique "petal" in the world.

It is called "craftsman", from the hands of the old swordsmith, and it is the most proud work of his life.

Ouyang Rong observed it carefully for the first time, and became the first person in the world to observe its true appearance.

After looking at it for a while, he felt familiar and strange at the same time.

Familiarity comes from the curvature of this "petal".

Its arc is also the most representative, and it is also the shape of the subjective impression and misunderstanding that fell in the eyes of everyone before.

But Ouyang Rong had already felt familiar, and now he looked at the sword up close, and said, "That's really the case."

This perfect arc is exactly the same technique as the blue butterfly paper flower he folded with hard paper:

The curvature is a patchwork of Pythagorean triangles.

Ouyang Rong suddenly threw an "arc" with his hand.

"Craftsmanship" flies in a circle, hanging in the air.

Ouyang Rong rotated around it with his back hand, looking at it.

His eyes flashed with surprise, and his body was a "craftsman" with a petal-like arc, and after it was separated from the palm of his hand, it seemed to escape into the void and switch states.

No matter how you look at it, he is a clear blue "arc" line.

"When you are touched by someone with a sword, do you return to reality...... When the sword is deployed, it is suspended in the air, and it is another state? ”

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful.

"I learned my iris origami method...... Ouyang Rong said to himself: "The Pythagorean triangle itself is the most stable structure, and the 'arc' stacked with the Pythagorean triangle is extremely stable and the sharpest ...... in the world."

He shook his head:

"This knowledge of arithmetic geometry, this world should not have existed before, worthy of being a top swordsmith, such a top-level aesthetic, and at a glance insight into the essence, the magic of the skill......

"A swordsmith who isn't an aesthetic master is not a good mathematician, right?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but complain.

The clear blue "arc" line that was quietly suspended in front of him was indeed beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but have an urge to test its sharpness immediately.

Unconsciously aroused the primitive killing intent in his heart.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and suppressed his desires.

"Big brother!"

At this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard, and a woman slammed open the courtyard door.

Little junior sister? Ouyang Rong returned to his senses.

He immediately closed his eyes and restrained his aura.

But it was soon discovered that the "craftsman" that had lost the supply of spiritual energy had not been blurred as in the past.

It fell alone in the air.

It seems that after being pulled back to reality by him, he can no longer be blurred at will.

Or rather...... It finally got rid of the sword furnace in Dragon City.

In the future, he can only rely on the small world of the sword bearer's body to serve as a new sword furnace to provide nutrients.

The falling "craftsman" splits the wooden bench below into two like clay.

"Ding ——!" With a crisp and melodious sound, it was lying still on the ground.

The clear blue color on the sword's body has faded by half, and at this moment it resembles a glass piece with a faint blue color in the shape of iris petals.

When the myth comes into reality, it becomes unremarkable.

Even if this Ding sword is worn on the woman's green silk sideburns as a hairpin, it is estimated that no one will pay attention.

Ouyang Rong was in a hurry, and now that the Mo family's sword box was not there, he had an idea and ...... this hairpin No, it's a tripod sword, sandwiched in a thick Buddhist scripture.

The young county commander held the book in one arm and turned around to greet the little junior sister......

Nuan Yang is a real big guy woo woo woo, this time the silver party (referring to the wholesale reward) finally called me! Kaisen!

(End of chapter)